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factual-fantasy · 7 months

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23-ish Asks! :DD Fun pictures ahead!

--!!FNAF MOVIE SPOILERS!!--

@mbm-artist @pinkbomb08 @tadssstrange

AH! Happy Halloween! Sorry I am late to respond to you trick or treaters. I have been really busy lately with a project. For your patience and for waiting at my door step for several days- I reward you with only the finest delicacies I have to offer,

Be sure to devour it all in 1 sitting ya hear? :}

@jackal-lantern @trotg2367

I have seen the FNAF movie. And I have more negative things to say than positive <XD

The positive things being, MAT PAT YEAAAAHHHH- The first spook with Bonnie following the formula of the first game was THE BEST THING EVER. I'm so glad that Markiplier was fully intended to be a part of the movie. Its a bummer that he couldn't make it but its the thought that counts. <:) (He was busy working on Iron Lung and the schedules just didn't line up. He explains it all in this stream-)

Now for the negatives. Oh boy <XD Out of order- the movie wasn't nearly as scary as I expected. I was kind'a disappointed really. That 1 tense scene with Bonnie disappearing off stage was EXCELLENT but otherwise the scares were kind'a lackluster.. I feel like the scare with Foxy running down the hall needed the added sound of his thumping foot steps getting louder as they approached. Like in the game. That would have been scarier to me and would have been a call back, like Bonnie! Although I do appreciate that it was added at all. I would have been more disappointed if there wasn't a Foxy running down the hall scene <XD

Of course I wasn't a fan of the carbon copy of Vanessa being Williams daughter for obvious lore reasons. I didn't like how much the animatronics moved and how blatantly alive they were. It took away so much of the horror for me. Also how quickly Mike just.. accepted that they were ghosts?? It took like 3 minutes to convince him. I wished they had stuck with the scares and the atmosphere of the first game. It would have been a lot scarier to me that way. Also not even mentioning the missed scare of someone opening one of their stomachs and finding a dead child all disfigured and crammed inside..

Also the animatronics looked FANTASTIC, although.. considering that Freddy's has been shut down for a while. Wouldn't they be a bit more worn? Like, they're in mint condition. While the building around them is in shambles and dirty. You could say Vanessa has been keeping up the maintenance, but I still think they'd show some age.. also missed opportunity to make them scarier by making them look like the withers! Bonnie's face falling off to show a disfigured childs face behind?? Dude the missed potential!

I also don't like the inclusion if Springtrap for lore reasons. That happens later! Also WHY is the Spring Bonnie suit all worn and messed up? That happens AFTER he gets spring locked! People would still know its William/Springtrap without making the suit already worn and old- GAAHHH! I could ramble on and on about all the stupid little nit picks I have about this movie. I have been a fan for a long time and had high expectations. But that doesn't mean I should rip this movie to shreds.

I gotta stop looking at all the down sides and really focus on the things I loved. The animatronics looked amazing, they were perfect. Especially Foxy. The inclusion/intended inclusion of Mat Pat, Markiplier and Cory(?) was wonderful. And a total surprise to me! The movie wasn't as bad as I feared it would be. It definitely wasn't as bad as it could have been. And for that I am grateful.

Overall I give ittt.... mmmm, a 5-6 out of 10..? <:D

Over the span of 10 years? Yeah.. likely 100s.. :(

I kind'a imagined the mirrors as like.. pressing the walls of two timelines/AUs together and poking a hole through them. There isn't really a space in between, its like a doorway. Now that's not to say that those void spaces don't exist- I'm just saying that how I imagined Jevil mirrors to work.

Could poking those metaphorical holes in the walls of an AU be more.. literal? Could Jevil going in and out of an AU multiple times eventually harm it in someway? Who knows.. Jevil would rather not dwell on it <XD

You're right on the money pal. All of Jevils food is given to Seam. He wont eat unless Seam has eaten. He wont sleep unless Seam is already asleep. He cant sleep when he tries but still All their new clothes and blankets go right to Seam. If they're camping out in the woods? Jevil will stay awake the whole night to keep the fire going.

Its really hard for Seam to see Jevil like this. Seam tries really hard to cover up when he's uncomfortable or unwell. He tries to keep up an image and tries to reassure Jevil that he's alright. But sometimes he just cant. Sometimes he's so hungry he's doubled over in pain with tears welling in his eye. Sometimes he's aching so much that he cant move. Sometimes he's so cold he loses feeling in his hands and feet..

He cant hide it then. And he cant convince Jevil that he needs to eat too. That he needs sleep too. Its really hard for the both of them..

Thaaaat would not work for my Seam <XD

My Seam is more of an organic creature rather than a stuffed doll. Cutting off his hands would just cause him to bleed. A lot. And without a powerful Darkener that can heal, I don't know if they could be reattached-

Peach/Mario and Daisy/Luigi are like, the ONLY exceptions I can think of. Both of those pairings are like, 99% canon/heavily suggested. If not just straight up canon.

Also unlike other ships/canon stuff, I really like those two pairings. I think they're neat :}

Its hard to say who had the worse punishment. I mean, suffering is suffering. And if you asked Seam, he'd say Jevil suffered more. And if you asked Jevil he'd say Seam suffered more. I guess its a matter of what you think is worse.

Jevil was locked away for years, by his own best friend. That magical aura that used to be his only comfort was now oppressing him. He was locked away with no contact with anyone for years. Except maybe occasionally King would venture down there and beat him up. Just to make Seam upset or becuase he just felt like it.

He was alone for years. It was dark, cold, and maddening. Always on the edge of starving and living in fear everyday that King would come back and beat him up again. His best friend had betrayed him.. yet he was still scared for Seam. He was all alone up there. Who knows how the King is treating him.. it was horrible..

Then you have Seam. Forced between a rock and a hard place. He betrayed his best friend and has lived with the crushing guilt ever since. He tried to visit Jevil to apologize, to explain himself- but he was caught.

His eye was gouged out and his mouth stitched shut. His neck and wrists were bound by shackles. He did his very best to bend to the Kings will. In hopes that King would not hurt him. But it was never enough. Seam suffered constant abuse by the King for years. The shackles drained his energy but he was still required to preform for the King. Its like King was toying with him, trying to see how far he would bend before breaking.

It took Jevil disappearing from his cell to break him. Seam thought that Jevil had died. His best friend. Who he had wronged and locked away, just died. All alone in a cell that he made.

As if it couldn't get worse. King accused him of letting Jevil go. And he was going to be punished for it. With Jevil dead, and a no doubt horrible punishment awaiting him.. there was nothing left to live for.. so he tried to.. well. You know..

Thankfully Jevil showed up just in time and got them both out of there! Ahahahahh aaaa <:DDDD Yeahh,,,,

Yes! Exactly! :D I go off the idea that Undertale and Deltarune are the "original" timelines. And everyone from my AU is from some kind of offshoot of those two timelines.

The chains don't make him sick to his stomach thankfully. But they do make him weaker in every way. His immune system is weakened, so he's more vulnerable to catching viruses.

His energy is also completely sapped. He feels sore and hungry all the time. He likely deals with back and shoulder pain due to the neck shackle and having to hold up his arms all the time.. :(

As much as Asgore might want to give that wretched King a piece of his mind.. Asgore isn't a fool. If he ever encountered the King, his immediate goal would be to get himself, and the rest of the group as far away from him as possible.

He didn't mistake him for another Spade King no,, but Seam and Jevil immediately noticed his royal vibe/appearance and was rather unsettled.. :{

@neojet280

Awww, the gang take big sleepies :}}

Grillby does eventually come around and apologize for beatin up Jevil. Jevil is quick to forgive him and states there's no hard feelings. :}

Thankfully Jevil does end up fully healing with minimal to no scarring. The burns looked pretty bad but Jevil was only held for a few seconds. Plus Darkeners probably heal differently so I'd like to say he ended up just fine :} 👍

I wasn't able to find the sketches I made of this--

But what I had in mind was DA was like this giant flat sun/moon with 2 white gloved, disembodied hands. He looks like this basically-

He is attached to the ceiling/walls and probably roams around playing music and monitoring everything. His personality is somewhat the same but he's more mellow and relaxed. He runs the arcade naturally.

I pictured DJMM looking like my Glamrock DJ but clown themed maybe? His proportions could be different and maybe his face is changed up a bit.. but overall its just DJ as a clown and he runs the daycare. His personality is mostly the same but he's more energetic.

@tallchest13-blog

XD I'm thinking that King will get what's coming to him eventually..

(Also thank you so much! :}})

The sad part about that is Seam isn't even that old. He's maybe in his 40-50s I imagined. He just looks so much older because all the stress and abuse has really weighed him down/aged him.. :'(((

Almost,, but no. Typically a generational gap is measured by 15-20 years. I imagined that the age gap between Seam and Jevil to be around 10-15 years or so..? So not quite intergenerational. :/

@soft-kachan

That miiiiiight make his grief worse..? I'm no expert on grief thankfully- but I imagine having a plushie that looks like your dead child miiiight stunt the healing process..?

What Grillby needs is to heal and move on from those deaths. So maybe not a plush of his child, but just a plush of something in general? Something that he can hold/hug when he needs too. If not that maybe Seam could make use of that fire proof fabric and make him some new clothes? 👀

@petra-creat0r

AAAAAA THANK YOUU SO MUCH!!!! 💗💗😭🍤💗

A while ago I actually drew what I imagine true swap Vanessa to look like! :}

Short-ish blonde hair that's tied up in a ponytail, purple Bonnie sweater and maybe bowling ally friendly yellow sneakers? Bandages on the face and baggy socks, all what you'd expect.

Now for Gregory I imagined his hair is cut neat and short. Maybe he's totally clean shaven as well. He's unusually neat and spiffy.. Almost like he's trying to keep up a clean and organized image..? 👀

His backstory will probably be similar/the same as Vanessa's. And his costume will probably be based off Fredbear instead of Spring Bonnie. Not sure what his other name would be though.. 🤔

@beryl-shade

This post I made talks all about Grillby's color changes and what they mean. So I'll take a snip bit of it! :}

If its hard to read the TLDR is that he's sad and burning very hot. :( Though the Deltarune AU Grillby is less "I'm sad :( I burn hotter now" and more "I am overcome with grief and have completely lost control of my body" :x

#my response #fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #fnaf security breach #undertale #deltarune #seam and jevil #tw abuse #tw descriptions of gore #tw descriptions of abuse #tw gore #do not tag seam and jevil as ship #tw mentions of suicide #These asks were really fun to answer #I love all the questions about my deltarune au it makes my heart happy :}}}

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acemodri · 1 year

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Bite Sized, chapter 1- Surprise

A while back, I started writing a fanfic where Cassidy dies early, and haunts Evan’s Fredbear plush for the events of fnaf 4, and now I’m finally getting around to cross posting it on tumblr. Since I’ve been working on it for so long, I’m not quite as satisfied with the quality of the earlier chapters, but I still think they work as a good starting point and I hope you enjoy n-n

The Puppet was alone.

They’d been alone for some time. Sure, there were the other animatronics, Fredbear and Bonnie. But they couldn’t carry a conversation the same way the Puppet did. They didn’t seem real in the same way the puppet was.

They remembered muffled laughter. They remembered violent hands, but also the close press of a box. Rain on both cold skin and soft fabric. Pained breaths and faltering gears. A burst of energy in both memories, pain, pain, pain.

The Puppet didn’t understand it. They couldn’t think, and now they could. But they couldn’t do anything with this newfound ability. The people couldn’t hear them, and the animatronics weren’t alive enough to understand them.

There had been a man in the restaurant one time. His voice was familiar. It pulled the Puppet to some memory, a hint of who they were supposed to be. But then he left, and he hadn’t come back.

Instead, a different man came in. He was familiar too, but in a way that was viscerally uncomfortable to the puppet. His voice made their skin crawl, and whenever he glanced towards the Puppet’s box, they hid away. Anything to avoid his searching eyes and unsettling grin. They didn’t know what it was. But something about him made them want to hide in their box and never come out, if it could keep him away from them.

So that was what they did most of the time. They stayed in their box, and peeked out at the children that came to see Fredbear. This came with the added bonus that they didn’t have to look at the animatronics if they didn’t want to. They found it incredibly unnerving to look at them, only to find hints of a human hiding inside their shells.

This routine also had the side effect of leaving them a lot of time to think. And ask themselves questions like, why they were in the restaurant at all. The Puppet knew they had a purpose on a base level. They were made to protect the children. But that didn’t matter anymore. Nothing ever happened inside the restaurant itself, and no one had bothered with the Puppet since the first time they had failed.

They didn’t know how they had failed. They could barely remember anything from before they had a mind. But they knew they’d been broken, and a child had been broken, and they had failed.

Inside the box, the Puppet curled in on themself. They could think, but they had no one to speak their thoughts to. Thinking was all they had.

The restaurant was getting quiet. They must be closing soon. The Puppet waited.

Eventually, it was silent, and they pushed against the lid of their box. There was a rush of relief that the Puppet couldn’t explain, it came every night when the lid opened easily. And they stepped out to begin their patrol.

They’d been mostly repaired since their failure, but the Puppet could still feel the damage. Their joints were stiff, and their gait was awkward. But they still walked the perimeter of the restaurant every night.

The animatronics on stage were turned off, sitting quietly in the dark. Some nights the Puppet would talk at them, just to get their thoughts somewhere. They walked past the duo tonight. They weren’t in the mood.

They reached the merchandise counter, filled with shirts, posters, and plushies. There were some items promoting the newer sister restaurant, Freddy Fazbear’s, but most of it was for Fredbear.

The Puppet gently picked up a Fredbear plushie. They liked soft things.

All was quiet.

And then a noise.

It came from outside, quiet at first. Someone was talking. They grew louder, and louder. And the Puppet knew that something was deeply wrong.

They paced to the front entrance, quickly as they could. They pushed their hands against the door handles, and they rattled uselessly. Locked. The yelling was getting louder.

They walked back, in stiff, jilted steps. The service exit maybe? They went as fast as they could, still far, far too slow. The person outside was screaming for their life.

The door was so close.

Their leg clicked. Then jerked to the side.

It had been weeks since they were properly maintained.

They crashed to the floor. Their mask clattered against the hard tile, but they couldn’t hear anything over the screams. They were failing, again, again, again.

It became silent.

The Puppet lay on the floor, listening. They could feel something.

An energy buzzed in the room, pricked at their fabric. They braced their elbows against the ground and propped themself up. In front of them was a web of brilliant energy, bright and sparking. The more it moved, the more it seemed to take shape.

It was confused, untethered, and in a moment, it’d be gone. The Puppet didn’t know where it would go. But the energy was familiar.

“Wait,” they scrambled to lift themself up. “Don’t leave!”

They reached out. The second their hand brushed the light, it clung, tangled between their fingers. The Puppet jerked their hand back, startled. But the energy came with, spiking between the floor and up their arm. Pain, pain, the same pain as before, it came in little knives over their body, their face, their arms. In a panic, they tried to ball up the energy and shove it away.

And then it was done. The energy wasn’t visible anymore, and it didn’t prickle the air around the Puppet.

But they could still feel it. The weight of a presence.

There was a Fredbear plush on the floor in front of them. The Puppet hadn’t realized that they’d dropped it in their panic. It looked different. It’s soft blue eyes were now jet black, with little white pinpricks for pupils.

There was something in the plush. And it was staring right at them.

A little girl’s voice spoke.

“Hello?”

“...Hi.”

“What happened? Where am I?” the plush paused.

“What did you do to me?”

The Puppet tried to think of a response. But then they heard footsteps, and the service door opening.

“We need to hide.”

The plush barely had time to ask another question before the Puppet scooped them up. They scrambled up and limped back to their box, before diving inside. They closed the lid after them, gently, and cradled the plush in their arms. Both were silent as they listened to footsteps go back and forth inside the restaurant.

Whoever was there seemed to pace in and out for an eternity. Footsteps went back and forth, doors opened and closed. At one point they heard running water. Then finally, the service door seemed to close for the last time. The Puppet waited.

It was silent for several minutes longer before they felt safe enough to peak out from under their lid. The restaurant was empty. They pushed the lid open fully, and gently placed the plush on the floor in front of them.

"Are you okay?”

“No,” the plush answered simply. “Leave me alone for a while. I need to think.”

“Oh. Ok,” the Puppet rested their head on their arms.

A few seconds passed.

“You don’t need to stare at me the whole time!” the plush snapped. The Puppet jumped back, startled.

“Sorry,” they sank back into their box, keeping the lid open. They couldn’t blame the plush for being confused. They were pretty confused themself.

It was quiet for a while until the plush spoke again.

“Ok. I’m ready. I have some questions.”

The Puppet rose up and put their arms back on the edge of the box.

“So… I’m dead right?”

The Puppet was caught off guard. “... I think so,” they admitted. “I heard screaming outside, and when I went to help, I found you instead.”

The Puppet leaned forward to ask their own question. “How did you come to that conclusion?”

“Well, one minute, I’m being- attacked. The next, I’m in a completely different place, ten times smaller, and talking to a giant creepy doll. I don’t think that would happen if I were still alive.” The Puppet shrugged off the creepy doll comment. More important things at hand.

“Next question. What did you do to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean what did you do! I don’t know what happened to turn me into a stuffed animal, but I know I felt you.”

“I-” the Puppet hesitated. They didn’t know they had done anything. “I don’t know. All I did was touch you and-” pain, pain, pain. The Puppet shook their head.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Hm,” the plush considered their answer before continuing. “Ok. Then who are you?”

“Me?” The Puppet had to pause. They hadn’t had a reason to refer to themself before. They could introduce themself as Puppet, but it felt… Clunky.

“I’m Marionette.”

“Bit of a mouthful.”

Marionette decided to ignore the comment towards their newly chosen name, and instead gestured towards the plush. “And I suppose I should be calling you Fredbear?”

“What? No! Gross! My name is Cassidy!” The plush looked them up and down with white pinpricks. “Where did Marionette come from anyway? That can’t be your real name, right?”

Marionette finally started letting themself feel irritated. “What do you mean my real name?”

“Well, you’re like me right?” Cassidy’s gaze pierced Marionette. “A ghost?”

A couple things clicked into place. The memories of being out in the rain. Their sudden ability to think. It wasn’t even a possibility they had considered.

It wasn’t that they were a robot that was suddenly intelligent one day. It was that they were a human person once.

But it didn’t explain everything. They still had the memories of their joints breaking down. Knowledge that they couldn’t protect their charge, that they had failed.

Marionette sank their head into their hands. “I don’t know,” they said. “I don’t know. I don’t remember- I barely remember anything before I was-” they gave up.

“Can you please just call me Marionette?”

Cassidy considered them for a moment. “Ok,” she answered carefully. “So now what?”

Marionette sighed, and sank into their box. “I think I just want to rest for now.”

“Well if you’re gonna do that, could you at least not leave me on the floor?”

They bolted back up. “Sorry, sorry,” they scooped up the plush again. “Do you want to be in the box with me?”

Cassidy considered the offer for a moment. “Not really.”

Marionette looked around. There were a few more large gift boxes a couple feet away from them. They stretched out, and managed to place Cassidy on the closest one.

“Just call if you need anything, ok?”

The plush only gave a soft hum in response. She already seemed to be losing herself in thought. Marionette sank back into their box, and pulled the lid over them.

They needed to do some thinking themselves.

#fnaf fanfic #plush cassidy au #ace's writing

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yourmidnightlover · 3 years

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three, four squeezes

Summary- spencer finds watches you take what he thought was your last breath. turns out they weren't, but you're now in a coma.

TW: coma, fem!reader, spencer pining, angst/fluff ig?, blood, gunshot

WC- 5,681

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guilt.

regret.

pain.

fear.

spencer couldn't stop fiddling between as he rode with you in the back of the ambulance.

the guilt he felt as he realized that everything was his doing, his fault. if he wouldn't have froze and if he would've told you how he felt neither of you would be in this position.

the regret he had of never telling you how he felt. he never got to hold you as more than best friends and kiss you like he's wanted to so, so, so many times.

the pain of seeing you in so much pain. and the fear that worsened when you accepted the fact that you would die in his arms

the fear that the last time he held you was when you confessed your darkest secret to him. you never got to hear him tell you how much he truly loved you.

he took your much smaller hand in both of his and pressed it close to his chest, right on top of his heart as if he was trying to tell you what his heart had tried to make him.

he froze.

he shouldn't have froze.

he should've held you and told you how much he loved you. how much he wanted you. how much he's always wanted you.

he should've kissed you and never let you out of his sight. because maybe, just maybe, if he hadn't let you go then you would have never gotten hurt.

he was the reason you were dying.

he was lost in thought when the holter monitor held a steady, long beep. you had flatlined.

you felt the warmth radiating over your skin as you shifted in your position to sit up. you took in your surroundings.

you were in an endless pasture, filled with tall grass that would reach your knees if you had stood up. the sky was perfect, clear, baby blue color that you haven't seen in a while. you were laying on a red blanket with a picnic basket by your side.

the smell of fresh flowers and fresh grass filled your nose. the calming scent bringing you the peace that radiated around you as you observed further into this place.

you had on a flowy, pastel purple sun dress and a pair of white flats on. you turned your head to the side, only to notice you weren't alone.

"spencer!" you cheered excitedly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your touch. "you're here," you breathed out.

"i am here," you felt the vibrations of his chuckle. "but you shouldn't be here."

you pulled back and looked at him confused. "wh-why not?"

"because," he pushed a strand of hair out of your face as he gazed into your eyes. "you need to go back, sweetheart."

a rush of memories flooded your brain.

you confessed your past, your regret, your love.

he didn't love you back.

you were shot.

"i... i don't want to go back," you admitted with furrowed brows. "i want to stay here. with you."

he looked at you with what seemed to be pity. he scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around you to pull you closer to his body.

"you can be with me back there. you know that," he said as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

"no, i won't. not-" you took a deep breath, "not like this."

"but this isn't even real. i'm just a figment of your imagination. you're disassociating with your body, and i'm your safe place," he said nonchalantly, as if hearing that didn't break your heart even more.

"but i want to be with you, spence. i've ruined everything out there. you don't want me," you spilled, letting a tear slip past your eye and down your cheek.

"i will always want you, y/n. always," he assured you as he pressed a kiss to your hairline.

"how do you know?" you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"because i'm a genius. remember, sweetheart?" he chuckled.

"promise me?" you said as you turned around and held his hand, squeezing it in anticipation.

"i promise. go back, y/n. you need to go back." he repeated.

"not yet. just a little longer with you, please. just a little longer with you," you pleaded.

spencer had to let go of your hand so the doctors could get the defibrillator. he began shaking before he told himself to be strong. he had to be strong for you.

"please don't leave me..." he prayed for the first time in a while to a god he wasn't even sure he believed in. "don't die on me."

one of the paramedics ripped your shirt open so they could begin to start the chest compressions. spencer hated seeing you so helpless, lifeless, hopeless.

"charge to 260!" one of the doctors yelled before yelling clear and connecting it to your skin.

nothing.

"charge to 350!" she pressed it to your chest and abdomen one more time.

suddenly the monitor began beeping steadily again. you were alive. not okay, but you were breathing.

you had a heartbeat again.

you weren't leaving him yet.

"oh thank god!" he exclaimed as he watched the paramedics leave your side, allowing him to fill their void. he took hold of your hand once again and pressed his lips to it as he watched the paramedic on the other side of you monitoring everything going on with your status.

"thank you, y/n. thank you so much," he placed another kiss on your knuckles as he used his to wipe his tears away.

when you had made it to the hospital he decided to finally call morgan and garcia. he would let them know what happened, minus the whole love confession part, and ask them to alert the rest of the team.

morgan replied in asking if she was okay, and asked for the details later when he got there. garcia was just rushing to get out of her apartment and to the hospital to check on her 'little cherry blossom.'

garcia got there first no doubt breaking a few speed limits in the process, but he didn't mind because now he wouldn't be alone with his own mind. she engulfed spencer in her arms and let him sob it out as she did the same. she didn't ask what happened, she knew he would tell her when he was ready.

morgan took a bit longer, surprisingly. although, in his defense, he did live on the other side of town. upon arrival, he just placed a firm hand on spencer's shoulder and sat beside him in a seat, silently providing his own comfort.

jj was next to arrive. she was already in tears when garcia had called her to make her aware of the news. she gave spencer a tight hug before sitting beside garcia.

when emily got there she raced to jj to ask if they had any information yet, they didn't. she checked on spencer, making sure he wasn't losing his mind completely. she finally settled down and sat beside jj, placing a comforting hand on top of hers.

rossi and hotch arrived at the same time, they were both working late, finishing a few extra case files. they went around comforting the rest of the team, and made sure to pay extra attention to spencer.

everyone knew how close the two of you were. you were like bonnie and clyde, but rather you both solved crime instead of ensuing it. and they knew how much it pained him to see her in pain. even on cases when she would get wounded, spencer would pay the utmost care and attention to you.

spencer didn't say a word. he didn't say what happened. nobody asked. they sat in silence, with almost constant tears from the fear of losing you, waiting for answers to how you were doing.

after a few more hours, jj decided to ask the doctor yet again on any updates on your condition. she quietly got up after letting go of emily's hand and walked over to the front desk.

"ma'am," jj asked the receptionist, "is there any update on y/n y/l/n and her surgery. it's been a few hours now and we're getting wo-"

"y/n y/l/n?" a doctor came into the waiting room holding a clipboard, waiting for someone to claim her company.

spencer jumped up from his seat when he heard her name. everyone had refrained from using in fear of striking something in spencer. they didn't want to upset him more than he already was, so they just kept their mouths shut.

"yes?" he excitedly asked, feeling the sweat in his hands and the exhaustion overwhelming his body.

"she's out of surgery now. she's in a stable condition, but there's some bad news," the doctor grimaced as the others waited expectantly for the rest of the news. "she had a prolonged period of time without oxygen to her brain, she's now in a coma. we aren't sure when she'll wake up," the doctor finally spewed out. "you can go visit her now. maybe one at a time so she can decipher who's who. she can hear what you say, so make it positive and encouraging," he concluded.

spencer looked back at the team, waiting for them to signal that he could go visit her before following the doctor to your room.

spencer walked inside and saw you lying there, lifeless while barely alive. and it was all his fault. you told him it wasn't his fault. in what you thought were your last moments, you wanted him to be at ease. while you were bleeding out from his stupidity, you still claimed your love that he never told you he returned.

and for that he would never forgive himself.

oh, what he would give to hear your laugh again. to see your smile, feel your touch, smell your hair once more. he wanted you back.

so he did the only thing he could do. he sat by your side and grabbed your hand for the millionth time and held it to his cheek, trying to feel your warmth.

"hi, y/n," he started off, deciding to give this whole 'encouragement' thing a try. "there are a lot of studies on whether or not someone can hear whilst their in a coma, but i'm going to try it anyway," he tool a deep breath.

"you're the strongest woman i know, and i meant it when i told you that earlier tonight. i know that you can get through this. i want you to know that i'll be here for you every step of the way. i promise. i-i'll take off every day until you wake up. i have to take a sabbatical anyway, so i can just ask them if i can take it early. if i can't then i'll make garcia come here every single day and i'll call her so you can hear my voice," the tears filled his eyes once again.

"i-i need you here with me, y/n. please," he begged for what felt like the millionth time that night.

"spence," jj called from the doorway. "would you mind if we all talked to her for a minute? then you can come back? i need to get back to my boys now that i know she's going to be okay," she said with a bit of guilt at the thought of her being able to go home.

home to her husband and children.

y/n has always wanted children. she'd be such an amazing wife, and an even better mother. spencer wanted the chance to witness her being a mother first hand, and maybe even being the mother to his own children.

he wanted to give her everything she's ever wanted. he wanted to stay with her until he was forced to have to leave.

truth be told, the day you walked into the bau, you changed his life forever and he didn't even know it. he thought it was just going to be another temporary fill in, until you performed so well at your job that the bau just had to hire you permanently.

you're so amazing at everything you do. everything you've ever done. you always push yourself to be and do your best, something spencer has grown to love and admire you for.

so he just hopes you have a reason to fight. a reason to fight for your life, to fight for him. he hopes that you have hope.

"yea, of course," he pressed his lips to your knuckles one more time before leaving the room, hugging jj on the way out.

garcia was right outside the door, waiting for spencer to come out so she could give him a hug. she wrapped her arms around his torso as his went around her shoulders.

"she's strong, spencer. she'll get through this," garcia tried to comfort him.

"you should've heard her. she-she sounded like she was ready to give up hen she was lying there, bleeding out on the ground," spencer pulled back to look at garcia. "i can't lose her. n-not now."

"you won't lose her," she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder before he nodded to her and walked back into the waiting room, being met by emily's own embrace.

"i'm not gonna tell you how strong she is, because i think we all know that by now. but you can talk to me, reid. that's what you have to know. you can talk to any of us," she consoled before pulling back, her hands still gripping his shoulders tightly.

"sh-she told me she was in love with me," he said out loud for the first time.

"what?" emily's eyes widened at the realization before she pulled his hand to go into an empty room. "explain, please?"

"she told me she was in love with me," he repeated. "and i froze," he sighed.

"you froze? what do you mean? i thought you loved her too?" she pondered, a confused look clouding her face.

"how'd you know that? and yea, i do love her. i love her so much it hurts," he looked down at his feet. "i didn't say it back because i couldn't believe it was happening. i-i mean have you seen her? she's the definition of perfect and she said she loves me."

"oh, spencer," she said before giving him another hug, allowing him to break down in her arms.

"she walked out after that," he grimaced. "when i started walking back to my place that's when i heard the gunshot and called the ambulance. then i noticed it was her and i broke. it's my fault she was out there. if i would've told her how i felt she would've been in my arms and safe. instead, she's in a coma because i was too confused to say anything," he vented.

"it's not your fault, reid. you have to know that," she said before pulling back. "it's the guy who shot her's fault. not yours. you didn't pull the trigger."

"i might as well have. she doesn't know how i'm in love with her," spencer whined, feeling more hopeless than he did when he was kidnapped and drugged.

because at least then, he knew the team would be coming for him.

but he didn't know if you ever wanted to come back.

when you were lying there, dying, it was like you were saying goodbye as he held you in his lap. his hands, pants, and even shirt were covered in your blood.

he hadn't even noticed. he didn't care to notice. you were the only thing on his mind. everyone else knew he wouldn't leave without knowing your condition, so they didn't bother telling him to go clean up. emily noticed him eyeing his own appearance.

"go change. i'll call you if we have any updates. relax, please. she's not going to leave you," emily said before shooing him away to clean up.

spencer went to his place to change quickly and take a shower after morgan gave him his hoodie to wear on the drive there. meanwhile, emily walked out into the waiting room and took notice of morgan in his own worry.

"she'll fight. we know she will," emily confirmed as she walked to sit beside him.

"i know she will, but i'm also worried about the kid," morgan moved his head out of his hands as he looked at emily. "he told me how he was in love with her. and i'm willing to bet this has something to do with that. he's been through so much, he doesn't deserve to lose another person in his life."

"i know, you're right. he doesn't deserve this, nobody does, but he especially doesn't deserve this," emily said as she put her hand over his back, rubbing it soothingly.

"i'm gonna see if i can have my turn talking to y/n," he stood up and walked to your room, taking notice of jj still inside and penelope waiting patiently.

he wrapped his arms around garcia and let her cry as jj finished up inside before exiting and saying her goodbyes to everyone, allowing penelope to have her turn to talk with you.

showering helped spencer more than he thought it would. being covered in your blood was more frightening than he thought, so seeing his own skin on his hands was much easier for him.

he drove himself back to the hospital, wanting to avoid more prying eyes of cab drivers taking notice of his obvious grief and panic.

when he walked inside, hotch was inside your room with rossi, despite the 'one-person-at-a-time' rule. he knocked on the outside of the doorframe, alerting the two of his presence.

"kid. hey," rossi came up to greet him, giving him a quick hug before hotch did the same.

"reid, we know how close you two are, so just know that she's probably fighting to get back to you, the rest of us too, but especially you," hotch declared with a pity grin.

"i hope you're right," he glanced back in the room to look at you. "i really hope you're right."

spencer walked back into your room after the two older men left. he scooted the chair closer to your bed and held your hand. he crossed his arms on top of your bed, your hand still in his, and laid his head down on his arms.

he waited.

and waited.

there was no progress.

he wanted you to come back to him. he wanted to feel your touch again and hear your laugh. he wanted to tell you how he felt. he just wanted you.

he was able to work at home on the few cases they received, and took his paperwork to your hospital room when he wasn't able to finish it as quickly as normal.

as the weeks went by, his hope began to dwindle, but his determination only grew. he was determined to be able to tell you how much he loved you while you were awake, so he refrained from spilling his guts while you were still unconscious.

he would read you books. your favorite books. the books you would ask him to read to you when you were feeling sad and wanted to hear his voice to calm you down.

he played your favorite songs. the songs you and him listened to on the way to work or to museums he would beg you to go to with him.

he even played chess with you. granted, he was more so playing himself acting as you. he would try to play whatever moves he felt you would play against him.

he cried with you. he cried for you to come back to him. he cried that you never stop fighting. he cried that he would get at least one more time to talk to you.

but one day the doctors noticed that you were able to breath on your own. they were able to take the tube out of your mouth and throat and nose. that was his hope. your strength was his hope.

he sped to the hospital that day, wanting to see you as soon as he could. it had been three weeks since the shooting, and he desperately needed the sight of your chest moving up and down voluntarily, a sign of your own breath breathing life into your body.

emily just nodded her head at him to go when he stormed into her office, she had received the same call seconds earlier.

when he came into your room, he as already in tears at the new progress. he brushed your hair out of your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"keep fighting, y/n/n. you're so close to coming back to me, to us, to the team. please keep going," he begged as he sat down by your side. "i got the call about you being able to breath on your own, and i ran into emily's office. she didn't even need to say anything, she knew it was you," he smiled momentarily.

"i can't wait to be able to hug you again, and feel your warmth again. i uhm, i never told you this, but we've kissed," he smiled at the memory. "it was that night you were drunk and told me about your parents. you had kissed me after i told you how beautiful and amazing you were, and how wrong your parents were. i kissed you back, too," he gently bit his lip at the confession. "i-i didn't tell you because... i shouldn't have kissed you back. god, i've always wanted to kiss you, but not when you were drunk and vulnerable. i felt like i took advantage of you, and i hated that i did that to you. so, i never told you," he frowned at the hidden secret.

"but please, please, please come back to me. please let me kiss you for real this time. let me tell you how i feel, and hold you forever and ever. please just don't leave me. i won't be able to take that, y/n. i know how selfish that is, but i can't live without you. these past few weeks without hearing your voice has been hell," he frowned.

he had called your phone every day since the shooting just to hear your voice on the voicemail. those 29 words have been one of the things he's loved listening to when he woke up. he'd never admit it, but you'd realize it once you checked your phone.

another thing he loved doing was look through his videos of you. in one particular video, maybe even his favorite, you had taken his phone and began recording him on it.

you knew he hated his own appearance, although you'd never understand why, so you secretly took his phone and began recording him.

"hey spence! can you come here?" you called as you were in the living room, waiting for him to bring you your chicken tandoori.

"yup! i'm coming!" he came racing out with the two boxes of takeout, giving you one as he sat on the couch. he didn't even notice the phone with how you placed it in your hands.

"thanks handsome," you teased, although you meant every word you said. his face automatically blushed at the compliment, but he rolled his eyes nonetheless.

"oh, shut it," he said before stuffing a piece of chicken in his mouth. you giggled at his reaction, his favorite sound in the world.

"never. i don't know why you think you aren't attractive. you're so beautiful, spence, i'm surprised you don't already have a special someone," you nudged him with your elbow, the phone now being rested against your thigh to get a perfect view of him. you could see the smile he tried to hide by biting his lip gently.

"but i guess that does mean i get to spend more time with you, so i won't object," you laughed out before finally taking a bite of the food.

spencer noticed the phone on your thigh after you took a bite, his eyes widening at what he realized you were doing.

"y/n! why were you recording me?!" he exclaimed, trying to grab the phone and succeeding. he turned the camera on to you as you began laughing loudly at his reaction. "what do you have to say for yourself, ma'am?" he questioned.

your smile was brighter than ever, your face red from all the laughing. you were wearing one of spencer's sweaters, your favorite one. you had taken a couple because 'they're cozier' than yours. you put your hands up in surrender.

"i guess you caught me, hot stuff," you laughed before he placed the phone down and began his tickle attack on you. "ahhh! spencerrrr! please!" you laughed out. "i surrender!" tears of laughter were streaming down your face.

"fine. i think you've paid your penance," he joked before grabbing the phone and turning the camera on only you once again, you blushing from the action. "y'know you're really beautiful, right?" you smiled widely at his confession, sensing the sincerity in his voice.

"thank you, spencer. so are you, truly beautiful," you smiled even wider before he finally turned the camera off.

he remembers that day like it was yesterday. he'd like to claim it was because of his eidetic memory, but it was also because of you.

you had gotten the weekend off and decided to spend it together, once again. you had stayed the night with him all weekend, you insisted on sleeping on the couch to which he objected, forcing you to take the bed with him.

you had woken up cuddled in each others arms, facing each other like you had been hugging the whole night. spencer felt the most content he had ever felt in that moment, never wanting to let you go or wake you, so he waited for you to wake up.

that was the best weekend he's had in a while. you two acted as if you were in a relationship, domestic. it was delightful.

there was another picture the two of you had taken after a rather successful case.

all the missing children were found safe, a rare occurrence, so you had gone out to a bar to celebrate. it was mostly emily, morgan, and garcia's doing, so you had all eventually agreed once you figured out they wouldn't back down.

you had known how spencer was at bars, he was sometimes rather uncomfortable with all of the people. it made him anxious and a bit intimidated. so after you had all met up at the bar and you noticed how nervous he was, you intertwined your arms and took his hand in yours.

"my mom used to do this thing when i was anxious or nervous to calm me down," you whispered, wrapping your other arm around his one as you squeezed his hand three times. "it's supposed to be our way of assuring the other. a way of saying i'm here," you explained before he squeezed four times in return, your brows furrowed. "what does that mean?"

"i-it could mean i'm glad you're here," he grinned as he noticed the smile that erupted on your face from his kind words.

and you didn't let go all night.

"please come back to me, i know you can. you're so strong, please just come back to me," spencer wailed. he felt your hand squeezing his as he held it, making his encouragement the entire reason you came back to him.

"spence, you're making a mess," you giggled, wiping the corner of his lip free of the chocolate you two were eating, still in that heavenly place.

"i'm sorry! it just tastes really good," he smiled back as he watched you lick the chocolate from your thumb.

"mm, you're right. it does taste really good," you nodded your head. "so i'm taking all of them!" you grabbed the box full of chocolate and began running. looking back to see spencer chasing after you, you bursted into a fit of laughter.

the tall grass tickled your legs slightly, the breeze lifting your dress a tiny bit as you continued to jog ahead of him, teasing him with your laughter. he finally caught up with you, taking you down with him as you both giggled.

“you got me, dork,” you laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly.

“of course i do! did you expect anything less?” he said arrogantly, you rolled your eyes.

“never from you, doctor,” you teased as he pulled you in closer to him, you nuzzled your face into his neck as he admired the view around him. suddenly he stood up, the chocolate box in hand, and began running.

“you little tease!” you shouted before getting up to chase him as he did you previously. “spencer reid, you’re so gonna get it!” you laughed out

"don’t leave me," he turned around to face you and called out, suddenly you felt a pang in your stomach where you had been stabbed.

you made eye contact with him, a look of shock and horror on your face as you tried to figure out what was wrong before you collapsed to the ground.

"sp-spencer? what's happening?" you asked as he pulled you into his lap.

"it's been two weeks y/n, i-i miss you." he began. "i know you're right here with me, but i miss your voice. and your laugh-"

"spencer i'm right here. i was just laughing with you," you tried to interrupt his monologue.

"and i miss the way your hair would crowd my face as we slept and how it would make me wake up. i miss hugging you and-"

"spencer please, i'm here," you cried, squeezing his hand as hard as you could to signify your presence.

"please come back to me, i know you can. you're so strong, please just come back to me."

"y/n! can you hear me?!" he exclaimed, you squeezed his hand once more, a little tighter than the last time. "oh my god! oh thank you so much, y/n," he cried as he kissed your knuckles once more, your fingers twitching in the process.

"doctor. we need the doctor!" he said as he pressed the nurse's button. "she's squeezing my hand. her fingers started twitching!" he said excitedly as the nurse entered, exiting to get the doctor.

you squeezed his hands three times, him returning with four times. you understood what he meant. his eyes were trained on your face and he saw as your lips twitched upwards in a smile.

the doctor came in to perform a few tests and forced him to release your hand. he asked you to squeeze his hand once more, you followed suit. the doctor noticed your nose twitching and neck beginning to turn.

"she's gaining control over her body again. this was predicted once we found out she could breath on her own, we just didn't think it'd happen this quickly. a recovery this soon after removing the tube is almost unprecedented," he said in awe of your strength.

"she's the strongest person i know. it's no surprise that she's recovering this fast," spencer said as he took hold of your hand again.

"indeed. she should regain full control over herself within a few hours or by overnight at this point. go easy on her, she's still recovering from being shot. i also need to observe the bullet hole on her stomach, but you could stay for that if you'd like." spencer nodded as the doctor raised the hospital gown.

there was deep bruising around the bullet hole and a scab over top. your stomach looked smaller than it had the last time he'd seen it, a result from you having to be fed through a tube. you were unbelievably pale, no surprise there either because of the lack of sunlight.

"it's healing nicely, the scab looks healthy and the bruising is getting better. she's a fighter, this one," he smiled at spencer.

"you have absolutely no idea," he said, not breaking his eyes from your beautiful face.

the doctor left swiftly after charting her vitals and giving her a shot of her vitamins. spencer sat back down in the chair and held your hand once again, waiting for you to fully wake up so you could once again be in each others' arms.

later that day, at around 11:50, your entire body began shifting. spencer sat up straight away, trying to held you in any way possible.

"that's it, y/n! come on, you can do it, y/n/n," he cheered you on, smiling so hard he felt his eyes prick with tears. you turned onto your side, towards spencer, and your eyes had began to twitch open.

"sp-spencer?" you questioned once your eyes were fully open.

"yea, yes. it's me. i'm here. i'm right here," he wrapped his arms around you, adjusting his grip after you grimaced from his tight hold. "i'm never leaving. i'm never letting you leave again," he ranted out, placing a hand on the back of your head as you wrapped the arm that didn't have an iv around his body, pushing your head to nuzzle into his neck.

"i'm so sorry. i never should've left you there," you cried into his arms.

"it's okay, y/n. it's not your fault at all," he soothed as his hand started stroking your hair gently. "i'm so glad you came back to me. thank you so much," he sighed as he gently placed a kiss on your head."

"you really think i would go that easily? i thought you knew me better than that, dumbo," you laughed out.

"i'm glad to see you still have that sense of humor in you," spencer scoffed, followed by a bright smile.

"oh that's not going anwhere, spencer. and neither am i."

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A Bourbon Street Wedding

Enzo St. John x Mikaelson! Reader

Part 4 of 4: ( Part One, Part Two, Part Three)

Words: 3859

Summary: The big day has finally arrived. You couldn’t have asked for anything more perfect.

Notes: I can’t believe it’s been around 3ish years since I started this series. To anyone out there who is still reading, thank you! This is the final part in my Enzo and the Originals Series and I really hope you guys enjoyed. Thank you so much for reading! Warning: So much fluff ahead. Lovey dovey fluff, family fluff, just all kinds of fluff.

The New Orleans’ sound did not wake you up. It was the feeling of someone looming over you as you slept that crept deep into your slumbering mind and forced you awake. Your eyes fluttered open and you screamed. Caroline stood over you, hands on her hips and rage in her eyes.

“How are you still sleeping?” She shrieked yanking the covers off of you. You groaned and turned your head to look at the alarm clock. “The wedding is only seven hours away! We need to get ready!” Enzo rolled over, covering his ears with his pillow. Caroline grabbed your hand and Enzo’s arm and dragged you out of the bed.

“Caroline, I appreciate how much you’ve done to help, but-” Enzo started groggily. Caroline shoved a bag of hair product at him and pushed him out into the hall.

“Damon got here earlier, he’s waiting downstairs for you.”

“But-”

“No, buts, we are already way behind schedule.” Caroline huffed. Her planner-face calmed and she smiled at both of you, stepping to the side so you could look at each other. “Alright, you two. This is it.” The last time you would see each other before the ceremony. You just stared at Enzo, speechless. Neither of you could even begin to know what to say, so you just laughed nervously. Caroline slammed the door. “Okay, let’s do this.”

Bonnie, Rebekah, and Hayley all burst into the room. Hayley pushed play on the stereo and music blasted, mostly cheesy romance songs that Caroline had insisted upon. Bonnie popped a bottle of champagne and Rebekah toyed with your hair while Hayley and Caroline talked about their daughters.

“Hope is staying with her grandmother this morning. Mary is bringing her later.” Hayley explained.

“Ric’s staying with the girls. He sends his best.” Caroline announced. You nodded and smiled. Alaric was your friend, despite his complicated relationship with the rest of your family. Then again, most of your friends had a complicated relationship with your family. Caroline scowled. “Stefan has elected himself as the selfless martyr who will not be attending so he doesn’t ‘cause a scene’.” She rolled her eyes. You took her hand swinging it back and forth playfully.

“You deserve better.” You noted. Bonnie raised a glass.

“Amen to that.” She handed out the drinks and the morning passed by with many giggles and indecisive arguments over what color lipstick you should wear. When all was settled, you were cast into a frenzy of makeup and hair curlers until Caroline declared your look to be ‘just right’.

Meanwhile, downstairs, a reluctant vampire stood outside the gate, tempted to turn around and run as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Of course, the first person to greet him didn’t exactly put his mind at ease.

“Damon Salvatore…” Klaus chuckled darkly. “What a pleasure to see you again.”

“Niklaus.” Elijah called from inside. “Do stop frightening the best man.” The oldest living Mikaelson came out and stood by his brother. “Hello Damon.” Damon gave the pair a reluctant wave. The magic witchy Mikaelson- one that Damon didn’t even know existed until now- invited him in and the three lead him to the room where Enzo was getting ready. Damon death-glared him as Freya went upstairs and the brothers stood on either side of him, like minions of death.

“Please tell me you’ve got bourbon.” He grumbled, side-glancing the two originals, waiting for one to pounce. Enzo watched in irritation as Damon threw his stupid, trademarked leather jacket onto the chair. Kol glared from his spot on the sofa.

“I thought we’d already gone over the guest list.” He sneered. “I would’ve made sure that this-”

“Behave yourself Kol.” Elijah warned.

“It’s nice to know none of you have changed.” Damon snarked, snatching up the bottle of bourbon on the side-table. He poured himself a drink and downed it quickly. “And neither has your taste in liquor.” Enzo growled.

“You’re here for a reason, Damon.” He groaned. “You already missed the bachelor party, now please, do something helpful.”

“You missed one hell of a night, Damon.” Kol smirked, licking his lips.

“Yeah, I heard about those call girls going missing.” Damon noted. “I’m surprised at you, Elijah. I never took you for one of us miscreants.” Elijah kept up his stoic expression, his tone betraying his slight annoyance.

“I refrained from last night's activities.”

“He was absolutely no fun.” Klaus whined. “Lovesick fool. Hayley’s practically got him on a leash.” Kol and Klaus both snickered. Elijah shook his head, but couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He really was a lovesick fool, not that he was ashamed to admit it. And with Davina and Cami both gone, he didn’t reprimand his brothers for their partying.

“I believe that I was not the only so-called ‘buzzkill’ at the party.” He pointed out, his eyes on the groom. Damon’s jaw dropped.

“Enzo?” He fake-gasped. “Has our blood-thirsty party man finally turned into a hopeless romantic?” Enzo rolled his eyes and shrugged.

“Just because I’m not a brute, doesn’t mean I’m a hopeless romantic.” He smirked. “Undeniably in love, yes. But not hopeless.”

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Kol pretended to gag. “You remember you’re speaking of my twin? I know a couple secrets about her you would not find so romantic.”

“Kol.” Elijah scolded. “We wouldn’t want Lorenzo getting cold feet now would we?”

“Yes because then I would have to remove them.” Klaus threatened, casting a dark look to the groom. Enzo gulped and began to tie his tie over his pristine white shirt. Elijah had picked it out, which meant that it was the best money could buy.

You both looked perfect. After all, this was the biggest moment in all your centuries of living. The girls gathered around you and let out a collective sigh of awe. This was it.

The guests were beginning to arrive and you felt your heart pounding, wishing that you could be with him to calm your nerves. But of course, it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony and with your shared history of weddings, you needed all the luck you could get. And so you waited, tapping your foot at an alarming speed and trying to take deep breaths.

“Everything alright dear sister?” Kol wondered with a smirk, leaning against your doorway. Caroline, Rebekah, Bonnie and Hayley were all getting ready to be the perfect bridesmaids and Freya was preparing to officiate the wedding. She had been so excited when you asked her and you couldn’t think of anyone else you wanted to say the words ‘I now pronounce you husband and wife’.

“What could go wrong?” You looked at your twin and smiled nervously. Kol’s face suddenly darkened.

“Well I can think of something.” He growled. You turned to see who he was looking at and gasped. Kol stepped towards Marcel. “I don’t recall sending your invitation.”

“I just came to tell Y/N congratulations.” He held up his hands a sign of peace. “I don’t want to cause any problems. Not today.” Kol continued to loom ferociously over Marcel until you stepped in between them.

“Kol, why don’t you go make sure that Klaus hasn’t killed any of the guests? I don’t want a single speck of blood on him when he and Elijah walk me down the aisle.” You were able to shoo him away before he could object, turning back to Marcel with fiery eyes. “Of all the days you decide to make amends…”

“I’m not asking for your forgiveness for not telling you I was alive all those years.” He started. “I’m asking you not to hate me. All I want is for things to go back to the way they were before everything happened. We were pretty close friends, you and me.”

Thick as thieves, more like it. While Marcel was like a son to your older brother and a lover to Rebekah, he was always one of your dearest friends. You were devastated when you believed your father had killed him. When you discovered he was really alive, you were both relieved and furious. All those years and never once had he reached out to find you. Seeing him stand before you now erased all of your anger.

“You say it like I’ve forgotten.” You cried, pulling him into a hug. “Thank you for coming, Marcel. You don’t know how much it means to me.” You pushed away with a small smile on your face and tears in your eyes.

“Hey,” He comforted, placing a hand on your cheek. “We can’t have you crying before the wedding.”

“Would you stay?” You pleaded. “Please, Marcel. It would make this day even more perfect.” He gave you a look.

“Can you promise none of your siblings are going to try to kill me?”

“You know I can’t.” You both laughed and he agreed to stay, sneaking down into the courtyard where the ceremony was taking place. With him gone, you were alone again and the unstoppable nerves returned. “Come on, Y/N. You have faced centuries of trials and vicious enemies. You’re just-”

“Pledging to spend the rest of eternity with someone with probably as much emotional baggage as yourself?” Klaus finished, stepping into the room. Elijah had managed to get him into a suit and he completed it with his famous mischievous grin.

“Shouldn’t you be downstairs with Elijah?” You put your hands on your hips.

“Oh come now, don’t be so cross. It is, after all, the happiest day of your life.” He replied smugly. “I simply wanted a word with you before the festivities begin.” He led you to sit on one of the sofas, taking your hand in his own.

“What’s this about, Nik?”

“I know that I have been… difficult these past centuries.” He smirked and you couldn’t help but laugh in agreement. “The truth is, Y/N, that I am completely afraid of losing your love to someone else. But I have seen the way you are with Enzo and I simply cannot bring myself to take it away from you. I may be a selfish bastard, but even I do not wish to see you unhappy. I wish you the most joyous life, Y/N.”

“Klaus,” You placed a kiss on your brother’s shoulder. “My love for you will never falter or diminish, no matter how much of a thorn in my side you are.” He gave you the loving smile that you often wished to see more of. Klaus was troubled and all you hoped for was that one day he would find the kind of happiness you had found with Enzo.

“You look stunning.” Elijah noted from the doorway. He held out his arm. “Shall we?” Klaus and you stood and the three of you walked down to where you would be entering. Caroline and Bonnie would be first, then Rebekah with Damon, and Kol insisted on announcing you like some kind of queen. You were pretty sure he just wanted to get a laugh out of the crowd before you walked down the aisle. Of course, it was just nice to have your twin want to take part.

You could feel yourself trembling as Caroline and Bonnie started walking. Rebekah and Damon were bickering even as they began down the aisle. You took shaky breaths and felt Elijah chuckle.

“Everything is going to be fine.” He assured you.

“You know, it’s never too late for me to kill him.” Klaus whispered and you elbowed his side. Kol gave you one final smirk before heading out to the front of the space.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” He greeted. “You are all here to celebrate the union between Enzo St. John and my beautiful sister, Y/N Mikaelson. Us being twins, I could share a great deal of stories about Y/N…” He looked back towards you and you glared at him. “But that will have to wait until the reception. Now, without further adieu,” He had an exceptionally smug smile on his face now and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his final words. “Here comes the bride.”

Enzo finally was allowed to turn around as the music began to play. His heart leapt and his breath hitched. You were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. In fact, gorgeous wasn’t even the right word for it. Nothing could describe how you looked as you walked towards him. As if his eyes alone had calmed you, you felt your nerves wash away and the brightest smile spread across your face as you took the first step down the aisle. The faces of your closest friends turned towards you and with each step, you felt emotions bubbling up inside. As you reached the end, Klaus gave you a wink before taking his place beside Damon, removing a stake for his pocket.

“Klaus!” You hissed. He gave you a mischievous grin.

“Couldn’t resist.” He said, Damon taking the stake from him. Elijah lifted your veil and you felt a tear roll down your cheek. He smiled and wiped it away, placing a kiss on your forehead.

Freya beamed at you as she greeted the crowd and thanked them for coming to witness your union. Enzo couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The ceremony itself was simple and you and Enzo stared into each other’s eyes the entire time.

“May I have the rings?” Your oldest sister asked. Damon handed Enzo your ring and Rebekah handed you his. “The couple has prepared their own vows.” Freya nodded for you to begin and you took a deep breath, taking both of his hands in yours.

“The first day we met, you were trying to kill my best friend. However, just a few years previous so had I.” You laughed through the tears now freely falling down your face. “I thought that the only promise I would make was to my family. Our code of always being there for each other, and although it has been tested- multiple times-” You shot Klaus a look. “I want to extend that to you. I promise to love you and to protect you and cherish you. Always and forever.” You slid the ring onto his finger and laughed to yourself, wiping away the tears. You looked into his eyes to see that he was crying too.

“I didn’t know what it was like to be loved.” He began and for a moment you thought he’d blubber more than you had. He always was a romantic. But he composed himself as best he could. “Until I met you. You saw past all of the bloodshed in my past. All of my pain and anger. You had had your fair share of hurt over the years and you decided to take a broken soul and mend it. You saved me.” He took a deep breath, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. “And I plan to spend the rest of our lives trying to repay you for the love that you’ve shown me. Always and forever.” He put the ring on your finger and you both laughed at how emotional you both were. Freya smiled.

“What are you waiting for? Kiss her.” The crowd erupted in applause as Enzo dramatically pulled you into his arms and lowered you into a dip before kissing you for the first time as your husband.

The reception was held at Rousseau’s, which was heavily decorated with roses and lights to the point that it no longer looked like a bar, but something from a fairy tale. Again, the handy work of Caroline. Klaus watched Caroline from his seat at the head table as everyone waited for you and Enzo to arrive.

“Now that Lorenzo is officially family, I recommend you don’t give him the same treatment that you gave us for the past few centuries.” Elijah straightened his cufflinks with a smile, giving Klaus a side glance.

“Of course not, Elijah. The daggers don't work on him.” Klaus grinned mischievously. “Although, there’s always the crypt in the basement.”

“Don’t even think about it.” Rebecca chimed in. Elijah looked across the table to Hayley, feeling a deep desire to one day have this with her. To have the happiness that his sister was now experiencing. Hayley saw him and smiled, her eyes lighting up his soul, or whatever was left of it. Perhaps one day...

The doors opened and the newlyweds entered. You still couldn’t quite believe it. In all your years of living, you couldn’t think of a moment when you were half as happy as you were now. Enzo’s fingers were laced with yours as you walked towards the main table, seeing the smiles on your friends and family’s faces. The guests cheered as you took your seats. Dinner was quickly served and it wasn’t long before Rebecca stood, tapping her glass with her spoon to get the room’s attention.

“Ah yes, it is time for the dreaded speeches.” She announced with a smile. “Being the maid of honor, I am obligated to speak for my dear older sister. And since I have over a thousand years of stories, it was difficult to pick just one. I succeeded however, in finding a memory that I believe best describes my sister.

“She and Elijah were the only two to escape Klaus without being daggered and shoved into a box.” She gave Klaus a brief glare before continuing. “In the late 1800’s, when I awoke, many things had changed. People I loved turned their back on me.” Her eyes came across Marcel, but didn’t linger for long. “Elijah reintroduced me back into society, but it was Y/N who helped me nurse a broken heart. She made me believe in my own strength again. Y/N showed me the love that only an older sister could. I am beyond delighted that her heart has finally found its equal.” She looked at Enzo happily and feigned a scowl. “But know that should anything happen to her, you will not only have my brothers to worry about.”

“Duly noted.” Enzo nodded, his hand having never left yours. All eyes were now on the best man. Damon took a long drink from his glass and stood reluctantly.

“There isn’t a lot I can say about Enzo before him and Y/N met. When Enzo and I first knew each other we were prisoners. We were trapped together, tortured together, and experimented on.” You felt Enzo’s grip on your hand tighten at the memory. “When I got my chance to escape, I took it. I betrayed him. Decades later, he swore revenge on me and tried to kill my girlfriend.” Reading the confusion in the crowd, he smirked. “Don’t worry, this bromance has a happy ending.”

“Of sorts.” Enzo whispered to you and you both laughed quietly.

“My point is that Enzo hated my guts until Y/N got him to forgive me. I believe her words were ‘There are better ways to spend an eternity than seeking revenge. Especially against an old friend.’ Anyway, here I am and here they are, so I guess we all know the end of that story.” Damon glanced at you and despite his usual smirk, you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “Elena was always rooting for the two of you to end up together, so that meant I have to too.” The crowd chuckled at his last comment, but you stood up from your chair and pulled the snarky vampire into a hug.

“Thank you, Damon.” You whispered. “I miss her too.” You felt him return the embrace and smile sadly against your cheek.

“She would have loved this, you know. All the gushy romance and twinkling lights.” He said, fixing a hair that had fallen out of place and tucking it behind your ear. You nodded.

“You’ll have this with her someday, Damon. And when you do, I will be the one giving the speech.”

“Over my dead body, Mikaelson.” He snarked. “But I guess is Mikaelson St. John now. Jeez, that’s a mouthful.”

“Sit down, Salvatore.” You shook your head in amusement. As you went back to your seat beside your husband, you noticed a member of the wedding party’s chair was empty. A rush of panic shot through you. “Elijah, where’s Klaus?”

All of your siblings turned to the vacant seat and their eyes widened. Everyone started to split up to go find him before he could cause any trouble.

“I’ll go get Caroline, she went to the bathroom.” Bonnie said, taking off in the direction of the restrooms. You and Enzo decided to check the kitchen but were not at all prepared for what you would find. Sure enough, there was Klaus. And Caroline. On the counter. You quickly shut the door, trying to contain your laughter. You took Enzo’s hand and headed back to the table, grinning like an idiot.

“Well it’s about time.”

As the night slowly died down, Enzo clinked his glass to acquire the crowd’s attention. Everyone focused on him as he stood, shooting you a bright smile.

“May I have everyone’s attention? First and foremost I would like to thank each of you for coming out to celebrate this wondrous occasion. Some of you are from this beautiful city, and some came all the way from a small town called Mystic Falls.” He turned to Damon and smirked before returning his loving gaze to you. “But to end the night, I wanted to say a few words to my new wife, Y/N.” You felt the blush rise to your cheeks and the warmth rush over you.

“A few months ago, I discovered who my family was. As it turns out, after a century of searching and hoping, they turned out to be a bunch of thieves and betrayers. No resemblance to me, I’m sure.” The room laughed. “I’ll admit that I was crushed. But now, the Mikaelsons have accepted me into their family, some more willing than others.” Klaus shrugged with a smirk, still flushed from his little rondevu earlier.

“I almost had you.” He teased. Enzo continued, holding his hand out for you, lifting you to stand beside him.

“None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for the brilliant, caring, incredibly sexy-” he winked and you giggled, “most wonderful girl that came into my life when I thought I had no reason left to live.” You laid a hand on his shoulder, feeling tears start to well up in your eyes as they started to in his. “She made me see that maybe there was a slight shred of hope in this eternity we were both stuck with. Y/N became my world. A world I would do anything to protect.” His hand slipped into yours. “Now we may have our disagreements, and I’m sure we have a long road of bickering and evading certain doom.” He held up his glass in one last toast for the night. “So here’s to one hell of a forever.”

General Tag: @rae-gar-targaryen; @takemepedropascal; @childhood-imagination; @mylovegoesto; @yellowbadgergirl; @itmejado; @suckmyapplejacks

#enzo st. john #the mikaelsons #klaus mikaelson #enzo x reader #elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson twin #enzo st. john x reader #the originals #damon salvatore #caroline forbes #rebekah mikaelson #the vampire diaries

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years

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Jake's accidental baby aquisition AU.

Pre - relationship with Amy.

(this is unrealistic as hell but I just really wanted to make it work. Sorry to Child Protective Services for being so wrongly presented)

- it was a perfectly normal day at the precinct, surprisingly quiet because Jake+Charles were out investigating some gang-related break-ins in a really bad area, but that all falls to the wayside when they come out of the elevator and Jake is. Holding a child. A baby. A tiny human being. Alive. In his arms. Not freaking out. Just, like, there on his hip, looking around at this new strange place.

- "Peralta, why do you have a child with you" "Oh they had a special offer at the bodega, should I've gotten you one too Cap?" "WHAT" "Chill Terry, it was a joke. This li'l cutester has been abandoned two houses down from where we were searching. They left a note and everything. Lucky she can't walk yet, apparently, or she probably would've been off who knows where. She was just strapped into her carrier with lots of gawkers around. So when someone said 'we should probably call the police', well, we were close by." "That is not the correct procedure for such a case-" "Yeah yeah, we called CPS from the car already. They're picking her up in an hour."

- "How do you... how do you know it's a girl" "well, duh, her onesie is pink" "Jake..." "Also there was a note, Ames, her name is Holly! Like Holly Gennaro! Can you believe? It's like I was meant to find her. Except not, of course, because no one should leave a baby on the sidewalk, but, you know."

- and then Jake just spends the whole hour caring for the baby. Like, actively caring. He basically doesn't put her down once (except for when Terry needs to change her diaper - Charles had already run out to get a whole starter set of babby supplies at a store nearby - and even then he's looking over Terry's shoulder and obviously, actively watching to make sure this father of two is doing it right) and it's a good thing, because as soon as he tries to hand Bonny over to someone else she will start wailing. So he basically goes on with his day with a kid on his hip and it's the weirdest thing any of them have ever seen.

- what's the most weird about it, though, is that it all seems so normal. Like, Jake is not freaking out at all. He's not panicking or trying to rig up weird solutions to things, he's just... doing it all right. He sways and juggles her when she gets fussy or close to crying, he wipes her hands and slobbery mouth after she's chewed on a rice husk from Terry's lunch, he holds her bottle while she empties it in record time and even burps her right (although she does end up spitting over his flannel because he forgot a cloth to cover it, so now he's in just his undershirt and Amy's already freaking out mind is exploding).

- because, yeah, Amy cannot stop staring. And thinking things. Things she really should not be thinking about a friend who she definitely doesn't have a crush on anymore at all, and who is absolutely not boyfriend-material, let alone dad-material, no matter how sweet and soft his voice is as he talks to Holly as if she can understand him like a normal adult would.

- "Dude, how are you this good with children, what is happening" Rosa asks before she can and Jake shrugs. "I dunno, little kids and me have always been sympatico. S'long as they can't speak yet to argue with the bullshit I'm spouting, they like me." "Also I used to help Gina when she wanted to earn money babysitting but never really cared about the baby or the sitting part of it all"

- When a lady from CPS finally shows up, Jake seems very reluctant to hand little Holly over. Luckily he doesn't have to immediately, because the lady says that they need to find foster care for her at first, at least for the night, and it's very short notice, and every foster family is full up, and she's still waiting for an answer from the housing group that might have a room free, and- "what, like a halfway house for kids? How long is she gonna be stuck there?" "Oh a week at most, maybe two, but-" "Noo, nope. Not doing that. Nah. I'm taking her home and you can find a proper foster family for her." "That is not at all how this works, there is paperwork involved and-" "I'm a detective. You know where I work. How in the world am I gonna steal a child or whatever it is you're worried about-"

- They argue in the bullpen like that for quite a while, because.. well you can't just take a random kid home with you, but this is also Jake Peralta we're talking about, and he genuinely manages to argue his way AND annoy the poor lady into giving up at the same time. Which means that now Jake is holding Holly in a kids+family store, with Amy (who refused to let him do this alone, god knows what he'll buy, she has a list of necessities she found online) and Charles (who begged to come along with THEM and A BABY) and two cart fulls of stuff he will need to have a baby in his home for a week. It still sounds crazy to Amy.

- he's actually taking a week off with his PTO that he never, ever uses, so he can watch Holly the whole day and not have to hand her over to his mom or someone, he explains while they load his car with all the things. Amy's mind is boggled, but she also suddenly feels really sad, because that means she won't see him for a week, and also she won't see him with the baby, which is quickly becoming her very favourite look of Jake Peralta.

- so obviously she offers to stay for the first evening (when Charles is already gone, luckily) because no matter how well you are doing, Jake, you will need some help getting it all sorted the first day. And he grumbles, but he is also very grateful when she figures out how to get the turtle mobile working over that little travel cot they got, and when she finds the baby-friendly section on Netflix. Not that they watch much of it, it's mostly on in the background for music while Jake plays with Holly and feeds her dinner and bathtime and nightnight songs and Amy is about to die from the domesticity of it all.

- so much so that she doesn't even notice she's curled up on his couch watching some sort of baby cartoon even as Holly is already snoring in her cot a few feet away from her, and Jake hands her a hot chocolate as thanks for the help, settles down next to her and switches to a more fitting show (set on low volume so Holly can sleep).

- Amy sleeps over on the couch in the end because it's... late and the metro back to her place is so bad and... well, she just does. And when Holly wakes her up crying in the night, she's barely got a foot on the floor before Jake is there to soothe the baby. It doesn't work this time, though, not until Amy lifts her out of his arms and gives it a try by singing a Spanish lullaby she remembers from her mom, and Holly calms down and falls asleep again before the song ends.

- (and maybe she's just imagined it, but she's pretty sure Jake looked at her while she was singing in a way she's never seen before. But she can't think about that, not when she falls back asleep on the couch and he in his bed, and not when she wakes up to Jake already changing Holly and excitedly telling her what sort of veggie mush she's going to get for breakfast. "You're so cute, the sweetest thing." She hears him whisper to the baby while she still pretends to sleep. "How could anyone just leave you behind?" And oh no, oh Jake. She wants to hold him so bad, but all she gets is a quick hug after breakfast when she gets ready to leave for work.)

- Amy checks in on them every day after work, and mostly takes them out on walks (because babies need fresh air, Jake. Okay, and where in Brooklyn are we gonna find that, Ames?) and to the park. Jake is doing an excellent job, but she can also see the bags under his eyes grow with every day. But they're the worst a day after CPS came in and told them they found a suitable foster family and Holly is gone as quickly as she showed up.

- Amy helped him bag up all the things they bought for her so her new foster family can take them with them (they seem like lovely people, with two older kids already, and Amy is definitely doing a background check on them as soon as she gets back to work). She doesn't say anything when she notices that he's kept the little turtle mobile.

- He takes another 2 days off, and all is back to normal when he returns, the usual jokes and stupid pranks and bets and 99 chaos, but she sees him wave and pull funny faces at any baby while getting street food or on door duty, and he always looks a little sad after.

- a few years later, when they're finally sleeping together in their bed, when Jake has finally moved in and Amy saw the little turtle mobile tucked into a box of keepsakes, she asks. "I wonder how little Holly is doing right now. Do you remember her?" "Oh, she's starting kindergarten soon. I got her the big, cool set of crayons for it. With the sharpener in the box." And how the hell did she ever think, for one second, that Jake didn't keep up with the baby that was his for a week.

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago

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local-spoon-does-a-thing · 3 years

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[(Bayverse) Optimus Prime x Reader]

A/N: Woooo it’s finished! This part is going to mostly be about Optimus and Reader interacting. Hope you enjoy!

You can find the first part here!

Summary: You and Optimus Prime have a conversation under the starry night sky.

Soon enough, it was time to sleep and recharge. As the Autobots went into their alternate forms to recharge, your footsteps automatically led you to Bumblebee’s vehicle form as you had slept inside there for the past few years. Just as you opened the car door and sat down on the front seat, you were suddenly ejected out and had landed against the hard, rocky ground. You let out a small growl and turned around, only to witness Bee letting Cade, Tessa, and Shane entering inside. Oh, so they were allowed to sleep there but not you? Your eye twitched with annoyance but before you could call him out, Bee’s radio suddenly turned on.

“Turn around, bright eyes~” You knew the song all too well as it was the classic song, Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler.

You listened to the lyric that was played and whipped your head behind you. Optimus was in his truck form, his door open for you. Ohhh, right. You’ve forgotten that he was going to speak with you later. Seems like “later” was right now. Letting out a tired sigh, you were hesitating to walk to him. The nervousness drowned you once more like it had earlier. You still couldn’t figure out why you were nervous. Were you worried that you had lost your place in his spark? No, that was ridiculous. Why would he? It seemed like you were waiting for too long since Bumblebee turned on the radio once more and another old classic song played.

“Listen to your heart

When he’s calling for you.

Listen to your heart

There’s nothing else you can do.

I don’t know where you’re going

And I don’t know why,

But listen to your heart

Before you tell him goodbye.”

You looked back and glared at the sneaky little car, narrowing your eyes at him before walking to Optimus. As you got inside, a strong sense of nostalgia hit you like a truck. You remembered all the times that you would sleep, talk, and drive in here. Like the gentlebot he was, Optimus gently shut the door for you while you made yourself comfortable for one last time. Neither of you said a word. What were you supposed to say to someone you haven’t seen for a long while? A generic “hey” or “hello” was too lame and awkward. Damn it all, why did this have to be more complicated than it needed to be?

“[Y/N],” The old Bot spoke, “There are many things I wish to talk to you about, but it would take time, and unfortunately for us; time is the one thing we no longer have.” You remained silent, not knowing how to respond to that. Optimus was expecting something to be said from you but after a moment, he continued. “You are silent. That is unlike you. Is there nothing you would like to tell me?”

That was far from the truth. Like he wished to, you as well wanted to talk about many, many things. But you had a feeling that if you were to even try to get a word out, everything would just spill and flow out like a waterfall. Overwhelming emotions would just be thrown back and forth, incoherent words would spit out. You wouldn’t know how to deal with it and you doubted that Optimus would know.

“That...that’s not true. That’s not true and you know that.” You felt your throat start to clog up and tighten. Your eyes stung as tears threatened to fall. Damn it, now wasn’t the time to break down. It wasn’t your fault for feeling this way, you knew that. But if this was going to be your last time together with him, you didn’t spend the whole time crying your eyes out. The night could only go for so long and you hated it.

“I...I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to say first. I’ve always dreamed and imagined what I would do if I ever get to see you again. I thought that I would be excited and we would just talk about what’s been happening and what changed. But now, I’m...nervous? Scared?” You sighed. This wasn’t going like how you wanted it to plan. “I don’t know what I’m feeling. But I do know that I don’t want to lose you again. The last 5 years were torture to me. We...we lost Sam to the damn corrupt organization. I was forced to leave my home since Bee and the others weren’t the only ones being hunted down. I missed you, Ratchet, ‘Hide, Sam- and I don’t even know if my parents are still alive! I don’t- I don’t understand! I can’t understand anything!”

By now, the tears were pouring out. Each word took your breath away and you began rambling about how everything had broken you. Your sharp inhales turned into shaky sobs. You buried your face into the palms of your hands as you just couldn’t stop crying. Your whole world was spinning and turning upside down and you couldn’t take it-

“[Y/N], stop. Breathe. You need to breathe.” His voice was finally heard. Optimus had tried calling out to your name multiple times, but you didn’t stop. You didn’t hear him. Once your rambling had discontinued, he took a couple of seconds to gather his thoughts before speaking again.

“I understand that you have gone through a lot, I truly do, and you are not the only one who has felt this way. There has not been a single day gone by where I do not worry about you. If I had only known that this would happen...I wouldn’t have run away. I would’ve done everything in my power to protect you.” He told you. His soothing voice managed to help you calm your breathing and you continued to listen to what he had to say. “When this is over, I can't promise that your life will be able to go back to normal. But I can promise that I do not plan on leaving you any time soon. And if for some reason that does happen, I will find my way back to you. No matter how long it takes.”

And you knew that whenever Optimus makes a promise, he never breaks it. Every word that he said held meaning in them. You lifted your head and looked at the radio. Your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, which you still had yet to stop, your face was slightly pink, and your hands were soaked from the tears. You haven’t even noticed that you’ve been repressing your emotions until the flood gates had opened. Goddamn, it felt good to get everything off of your chest. With your breathing being much more stable, you laid your forehead against the steering wheel and closed your eyes as more tears were shed.

“I missed you, Boss Bot.”

“And so have I, Tiny Girl.”

The two of you remained there in comfortable silence, along with your occasional sniffs from your stuffy nose. A couple of minutes have passed by and neither of you said anything. Instead, Optimus adjusted his side-view mirrors slightly upwards towards the sky. It was a clear night sky, no clouds to be seen. The stars have been revealed and they were as clear as daylight. Whenever you had your sleepless nights in the past, you would usually come to him and he would tell you about his home planet, Cybertron. He told you about his glorious moments during the war but made sure not to get too into detail. Perhaps, stargazing one more time shouldn’t hurt.

“I recommend looking out the window, [Y/N]. The stars are clearer than ever.” Optimus said as he rolled down the window.

You opened your eyes and as you looked and poked your head out of the open window. When you turned your head upwards, your eyes widened in astonishment. It had been too long since you looked at the stars since you were too busy trying not to get yourself killed. A graceful smile slowly formed onto your lips and your whole face lit up. At that moment, Optimus saw the bratty little teenager he knew and loved.

“Hey, Optimus? Um, is it ok if you change out of your alternate form? Just for a bit. I want to see you…” Your voice quieted down when your sentence started to drift away.

Optimus didn’t want to accidentally awake the others from their recharge, but the puppy dog eyes he received from you told him to do it. Without another word, he transformed back to his original form as you steadily held onto him, trying not to fall. He kept you sitting on the palm of his hand and looked behind him. Good, no one was awake. Or so he thought. Hound had been awake for most of the time, briefly listening to the conversation between you and the Autobot leader. From what Bumblebee had told him, he knew that you two were close. But actually witnessing the bond you two had from his own eyes; it gave him a warm feeling in his spark. Sure, he displays himself as a bickering wrecker, but he deeply cares for his comrades. And seeing you finally enjoying yourself and being happy made him happy. With peace in mind, he slowly fell into recharge, awaiting for the next day.

Optimus slowly walked away from the camp so he was able to get a bit more privacy with you. He perched you on top of his shoulder and you balanced yourself. As he walked further away, you looked up as the bright moonlight shines upon the two of you. It felt like you were back in your teen years and damn it felt good. Once you two were far enough, he slowly sat down on the dirt floor with a bit of a grunt. He was getting old but not old enough. The weight of everything that had happened, spanning from the war to being hunted down by humans, was starting to take a toll on his body. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve told him that he was starting to act like a tired dad.

You sat down on his shoulder when suddenly, you felt something uncomfortably poking your back. Wincing a bit, you grabbed whatever was making you feel uncomfortable and to your surprise, it was your emergency gun. Throughout the whole day, you’ve forgotten that you kept one. Optimus turned his head towards you and once his optics landed on the gun, he almost flinched away. Let’s just say, despite his massive size, he didn’t like any weapons too close to his head. Also, the image of you holding a gun was something that was too strange for him and he did not like it whatsoever. To him, it was equivalent to giving a 5-year-old a rifle.

“[Y/N]...why do you have a gun?”

You turned to him as your eyes met with his glowing blue ones and a mischievous smile slowly crept onto your face.

“Oh, this old thing? Well, I did manage to steal it from one of the Cemetery Wind soldiers during one of our encounters. I’m pretty much a pro at using guns now.” You boldly said as you twirled it around your finger.

There goes your inner arrogant self. Unfortunately for you, your little twirling trick almost led to you dropping your gun. You caught in time just as it flew out of your hand. Optimus deadpanned at you and had the urge to roll his optics. Yeap, even when you were in your twenties, you were still somewhat a brat.

“Well then, little pro, I’ll have you know that the safety is off.”

He smirked when he saw the semi-panicked look on your face and went to immediately check it, only to find out that the safety was, in fact, not off and he just wanted to mess around with you. To his amusement, you groaned and whined, almost like you were having a tantrum. A quiet burst of laughter erupted from him and his body slightly shook.

“I know that it is not my business to pry in, but aren’t you too young to be using a weapon as dangerous as that one?” He asked once he had calmed.

“Eh, I’ve grown. I mean, I’m already in my twenties and honestly, I did not expect to spend my early adult life as a fugitive with giant alien mech robots. I guess you can say that I’m no longer little.”

“Perhaps. But you will always be my little one.”

The both of you smiled at each other as you both wished for the night to never end. Then, a recollection of what he said earlier popped into your mind and your sincere smile faded.

But when I found out who’s behind this, he’s going to die.

“Optimus? Do you really plan on killing the person behind all this chaos? The person who organized Cemetery Wind and KSI...are you really going to kill them? Does that mean you hate humans now?”

Oh no, has he frightened you? Once his face fell, he averted his gaze from you and stared at the dark horizon. Suddenly, he became serious. He had never wanted this; he doubted anyone did. But the humans had forced him into this twisted game and it was either he finally made his move or watched all the people he most cared about die.

“Both Autobots and Decepticons are Cybertronians. Both came from the planet, Cybertron. I fight the Decepticons for a reason, but that does not mean that I hate all Cybertronians. The same goes for your species. I do not hate all humans, but I do hate the humans who forced us to play their little game. If we do not do something about it, you will not be able to return to your parents and we will not be able to gain the peace that we deserve. There can be no winners or losers without a fight. I’m sorry, [Y/N], but this is just the way how things work. If there were any other options, I would’ve taken them.”

You stared at him in awe. He was right. This was a fight for survival, a fight they never wanted to be in. What kind of leader doesn’t lead their team to victory or even try to? The look on your face softened and you slowly stood up. Optimus looked back at you to watch what you were doing, but he was only met with surprise when you pressed your forehead against his. He closed his optics and did his best to reciprocate the kind gesture.

“Well, I’ll have you know that no matter what happens, you’ll always be my favorite Bot. Uh- don’t tell Bee I said that, by the way. I don’t want to hurt his feelings.”

“Duly noted.”

The two of you spent a bit more time together under the stars before he went back to the campsite to recharge, much to your dismay. You protested multiple times even though he kept reminding you that the team had a big mission day tomorrow and that they were leaving early in the morning. He did not want to see you with low energy tomorrow just because you were being stubborn with sleeping. As he gracefully transformed into his vehicle form, you had a not so graceful landing with the seat cushions. Your betraying body forced a yawn to escape and you (badly) covered it up with a fake cough. Of course, that didn’t stop Optimus from saying “told you so.”

“But Optimuuuuussss! I don’t wanna go to sleep!” You whined. “What if I wake up and see that you’re not here? What if you get taken by Cemetery Wind? Or-”

“[Y/N], I assure you that I will very much still be here when you wake up tomorrow. And if by some chance Cemetery Wind does manage to find us, I will wake you up. We have a long day tomorrow. Please get some rest.”

You didn’t say anything else and continued to sit there, staring down at your lap. The night had gone by too soon for your liking. Despite Optimus’s reassurance, that didn’t dull down the worries that filled your head. Just when you were about to complain once more, the radio turned on and played a tune you knew all too well.

“You are my sunshine

My only sunshine.

You make me happy

When skies are grey.

You’ll never know dear,

How much I love you.

Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

It was a tune your mother would always sing to you when you were still a little kid. You didn’t know how he knew that was one of your favorite songs, but you weren’t complaining at all. In comforting defeat, you lied down on the cushions and stared at the ceiling above you.

“Goodnight, my little sunshine.”

“Night, Papa Bot.”

Checkmate. The truck then slightly rumbled and shook out of shock and surprise. You guessed that you managed to catch him off-guard, something that you’ve well mastered. He sputtered through the radio, trying to get words out. Now, this was better than any reaction you’ve seen from him. You laughed and laughed and laughed to the point where you were holding your stomach. Once your laughter died down, you patted the seat and waited to be whisked away.

“ ‘Papa Bot’? Really?”

“I love you~”

A tired sigh came from him. You were such a confusing child.

“I love you too.”

#optimus prime x reader #transformers x reader #transformers bayverse #bayverse #transformers #optimus prime #bumblebee #ironhide #ratchet #drift #crosshairs #hound #cade yeager #tessa yeager #shane dyson #i love mr papa bot

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years

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Bonny, I’ve been kinda missing Alien!JK so how about a drabble of Reader coming down with the common cold/flu and just Kook freaking out cuz he finds out there’s no cure for the illness and he thinks it’s life threatening lol

Oh. My god.

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You really wanted to disappear.

Jungkook had been gone for most of the day for work reasons, and you had been hiding inside the apartment for the duration of that time. Now, even after trying to sleep and drink water, your headache was absolutely positively killing you; not to mention the fewer and muscle pain you had.

You’ve tried to cover it up whenever he was home to not worry him, so you managed to at least stay awake and pretend to simply not be hungry when he was around. You got up with a bit of trouble, untangling your legs from the bedsheets you had dirtied anyways with your cold sweat. You felt disgusting, and wanted nothing more than a good shower.

It seemed like your body was not ready for that though, as you managed to barely make it into the bathroom area of the apartment, holding onto the sink for dear life as you fell to your knees, nausea hitting you full force. You felt sweaty, cold and hot at the same time, shivering as a result from the temperature confusion your skin was currently going through.

And just with your luck, the front door opened, a familiar chime of the electronic lock on the door telling you that it was Jungkook.

“I’ve brought food my tiny little human!” He playfully exclaimed, before you could hear his confused humm of your name as he searched for you. Even if you wanted to say something, you couldn’t move, too terrified that you would throw up. But that didn’t seem to be the biggest concern right now as you closed your eyes, focusing on your racing pulse as you felt like you were overheating. Your ears couldn’t quite hear properly, everything sounding as if you’ve got cotton wool inside them.

“Y/n!” Jungkook worriedly exclaimed, dropping to His knees next to you as his eyes widened, cat like pupils dilating and contracting as if his mind couldn’t function properly. His hand placed itself on your back, immediately making him more worried. Humans weren’t supposed to feel this warm to the touch, and he knew you by now, he knew your normal body temperature, knew that something was terribly wrong. The apartment was cold, yet you were sweating, pale, and unresponsive to his questions. What happened? Where you dying?!

He carefully helped you to the toilet as you pointed towards it, eyes becoming glossy as he watched you painfully heave the little food you ate during the day into the bowl. He didn’t know what to do at all- was this okay? Where you supposed to do that? Why were you even in this state in the first place?

He began to think about the days prior. Maybe he’d accidentally given you something to eat you weren’t supposed to. Oh no, what if he poisoned you? He would never forgive himself if you were to die because of his stupidity. Hell maybe he really should’ve taken Namjoon advice all this time ago and give you into someone’s care who knew what they were doing. He was so stupid-

“..’Kook.” You mumbled out, and he peeked up at it immediately. “My toothbrush please.” You asked, and he nodded after a second of confusion, helping you sit on the closed toilet after flushing, and preparing your toothbrush for you. He continued to look at you like a kicked puppy, unknowing and scared what was happening. After he’d helped you to the sink to rinse your mouth, you simply flopped against his large chest, letting him hold you like that as he simply ran his hands over your arms. “Can you, maybe carry me to bed?” You asked, and he immediately nodded, helping your arms around his neck as he carried you back into the cozy yet cold bedroom.

As you laid there, head on his thigh, you slowly drifted off to sleep again. Jungkook finally let a tear roll down his cheek as he sniffled, grabbing his phone to call Namjoon, carefully closing the door behind him as he walks into the kitchen, sniffling heavily as he tries to keep composure.

“Namjoon.. I think I killed Y/n.” He says into the phone as his friend picks up, making the other immediately worry.

“You did what?!” He asks agitated, as Jungkook begins to explain the situation.

“I- I think I maybe poisoned her? I remember back when she accidentally ate that fruit humans weren’t supposed to, and it’s almost the same now.” He says, before he continues. “But it’s worse. She threw up some minutes ago and- and she looks so bad Namjoon, as if she’s in pain! She’s pale, and clammy, and her body is way warmer than it’s supposed to be- oh god I’m such a horrible person why am I so stupid-“

“Yeah, you really are.” Namjoon answers with amusement. “Did she eat anything recently?” He asks, and Jungkook clears his throat as he thinks, pushing his sadness down his throat.

“I.. a bit? She said she wasn’t hungry these days..” he answers, and Namjoon humms ab answer.

“I’ll be there shortly.” He answers, as Jungkook simply hangs up.

Some minutes later, after Namjoon had emerged back out of the bedrooms free taking a look at you and your condition, Jungkooks bottom lip still trembles slightly as he waits for the news.

“She’s got the flu.”

“She’s got the what?” The young alcorian asks confused. “Is that deadly?!” He worries, and the older one laughs, patting his back,

“No, humans get that sometimes. She said she recently went out with you and when you guys came back it was raining, and her clothing didn’t really shield her from the cold weather anymore because it was soaked.”

“Humans get sick when they get cold and wet?” He asks, now simply confused. Alcorians got sick too, but not this severely- and not commonly.

“Not truly, but their immune system gets weakened if they’re cold for too long. They get sick more easily to simplify.” He answers, and Jungkook still seems unsure. “To say it as simple as possible, she’ll maybe throw up again, but that’s fine. Her body is a bit out of balance, so she’s got a headache and muscle pain, and her nose will get a bit stuffy too. The fever is actually good- she’s trying to sweat everything out that’s unwanted.” He explains, and Jungkooks eyes suddenly widen.

“She’s Not dying?” He asks, and Namjoon shakes his head. “I didn’t poison her.?” Again, a shake. “Oh my god.” He exclaims, visibly deflating at the news as the older one simply smiles, explaining to him how to properly care for you during this time, Jungkook listening carefully to every word.

“Jungkook No, I’m too hot-!” You whine, as he tucks the blanket properly around your body again, now a stern face.

“No, Namjoon said you’re supposed to stay warm even if you feel hot.” He explains, and you pout underneath the amount of blankets and pillows he’s got placed on the bed. “It’ll pass quicker like this, you’ll be fine again soon.” He speaks, and for a second you don’t know if it’s just for you, or to convince himself as well. You look at him as he raises his brows. “What?”

“Cuddle me.” You say. “You can’t get sick, and I need affection!” He smiles at that, hugging you with all blankets included as he places a kiss onto your head, smiling as he drifts off to sleep with you.

Grateful that you’re still alive, even if you’re a little sick.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #Alcoria AU

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bonniebird · 4 years

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Halloween Event

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“Great! The blood-sucking Brady Bunch!” - Jacob Black

“Do you have any other emergency werewolf contacts?” - Stiles Stilinski

“Every day is Halloween, isn’t it? For some of us.” - Jace Wayland

“During the day, I don’t believe in ghosts. At night, I’m a little more open -minded.” - Tate Langdon

@joeynihil and Peter Rumancek’s Halloween ~ Moodboard

“You don’t know much about magic.” - Nick Scratch

“When you turn to a bat, where do your clothes go?” - Spike

“And now it’s time to send in our cute little secret weapon.” - Ivar Ragnarsson

Halloween with Eric Coulter {Moodboard}

“She used to tell me that a full moon was when mysterious things happen and wishes come true.” - Ivar Ragnarsson

“What an excellent day for an exorcism.”- Peter Hale

“Blah blah, vampire emergency, blah” - Rebekah Mikaelson & Theo Raeken

“You are too precious for words, why I could just… eat you alive!” - Hvitserk Ragnarsson

“So is the devil, Halloween Santa?” - Lucifer Morningstar

“I’ve got the devil in me!” - Lucifer Morningstar

“I always wonder if it’s better to bury two bodies in one place or spread them around. I’m sure there’s a right answer, but I never want to meet the person who knows it.“ - Maze / Lucifer Morningstar

“What is this guy, Witch-ipedia?” - John Constantine

“You only have one super power, and it is your breasts.” - Elijah Mikaelson

“It’s Halloween; everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” - Eric Northman

“Stop calling it a haunted house. It’s not even scary.“ - Seeley Booth

“I know you’re joking, but on the off chance you aren’t, no.” - Victor Zsasz

“Every day is Halloween, isn’t it? For some of us.” - Eric Coulter

“Those guys at the impound. Did they really smash my car?” - Dean Winchester

“I’m the guy that’s gonna save your ass.” - Eric Coulter

Halloween with Theo Raeken moodboard - Theo Raeken

“You can’t commit crime on Halloween!” - Barbara Kean

“I do believe in killing the messenger. Know why? Because it sends a message.” - Mick Rory

“It’s so sweet. He looks just like a little entrée.” - Ripper!Stefan Salvatore

“During the day, I don’t believe in ghosts. At night, I’m a little more open-minded.” - Harley Quinn

“If this is a joke, I’ll kill you!” - Eric Coulter

“So, what can a teen wolf do?” - Cora Hale

“It’s Halloween; everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” - Aziraphale {Good Omens}

“The witches are coming.” - Bonnie Bennett

“I know that you hate Halloween, but stick with me, and I promise you, you will love it.” - Nick Scratch

“Shh, I’m Googling sex spells.” - Madison Montgomery

“I am, what psychiatrists call, alpha male.” - Eric Coulter

“Aren’t you worried that, one day, all the forest animals are gonna band together and fight back?” - Jacob Black

“Bitch, I will eat you!” - Spike {BtVS}

“You know how I think Halloween is for jerks? Well, this Halloween, I was the jerk. I’m sorry about tonight.” - Leonard Snart

“You really are a witch.” - Jace Wayland

“I’m the guy that’s gonna save your ass.” - Jace Wayland

“I am, what psychiatrists call, alpha male.” - Klaus Mikaelson

“Vampires pretending to be humans pretending to be vampires … How avant-garde!” - Klaus Mikaelson

“Shh, I’m Googling sex spells.” - Stefan Salvatore

“Shh, I’m Googling sex spells.” - John Constantine

“Are you ready for some Halloween fun?�� - Eric Coulter

“She annoyed me, so I killed her and buried her in the yard.” - Eric Coulter

“I’m supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?” - Peter Hale

“Can someone kill him again, please?” - Kol Mikaelson

“I’ll be a good little witch.” - Theo Raeken

“I just think a lot of undead roaming the streets could lead to problems. For instance, farmers’ markets selling actual farmers.” - Theo Raeken

“Shh, I’m Googling sex spells.” - Theo Raeken

“There’s a monster outside my room. Can I have a glass of water?” - Jasper Hale

“I am, what psychiatrists call, alpha male.” - Eric Coulter

“You really are a witch.” - Geralt of Rivia

“Shh, I’m Googling sex spells.” - Eric Northman

“If this is a joke, I’ll kill you!” - Barbara Kean

"This is my costume. I’m a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else.” - Rosa Diaz

“Well, as someone at a high risk for a spook-related death, thank you.” - John Constantine

“Dear Diary, a chipmunk asked me my name today.” - Klaus Mikaelson

“I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ.“ - Gina Linetti

“You’re horrific and you are hired.“ - Jerome Valeska

“I am commanding. Calmly, but commanding. No more witchcraft.” - Maze Smith

“I am, what psychiatrists call, alpha male.” - Eric Coulter

“Have you picked out a costume yet?“ - Maze Smith

“Well, as someone at a high risk for a spook-related death, thank you.” - Harvey Bullock

“I’m just sitting here. Feeling like the devil.” - Damon Salvatore

“Shh, I’m Googling sex spells.” - Eric Northman

“No, you weren’t part of this. Get back over to the loser side, loser.” - Winn Schott

“I need help carving these pumpkins.” - Temperance Brennan

“I’m the guy that’s gonna save your ass.” - Anakin Skywalker

“This is ridiculous! What could be scarier than one of us?” - John Shelby

“There’s no such thing!” - Elizabeth Swann

“I am, what psychiatrists call, alpha male.” - Gina Linetti

“Bitch, I will eat you!” - Victor Zsasz

“Okay, all right, now. Come on, no one died, alright? Look, there may have been some maiming, okay? A little mangling, but no death! That’s what I call an important distinction.” - Zelda Spellman

“She annoyed me, so I killed her and buried her in the yard.” - Barbara Kean

“Yeah, well, you being happy isn’t really a big priority of mine, since you stabbed me twenty times with knives.” - Victor Zsasz

“It’s kind of ironic. The more care you put into a murder, the harsher society judges you.” - Jerome Valeska

“No, it’s not! That’s just something mortals say to make themselves feel better.” - Lilith / Madam Satan

“Welcome to my nightmare, I think you’re going to like it.” - Jerome Valeska

“Stop calling it a haunted house. It’s not even scary.” - Ava Sharpe

“I died in a trapeze accident?” - Jake Peralta

“Okay, all right, now. Come on, no one died, alright? Look, there may have been some maiming, okay? A little mangling, but no death! That’s what I call an important distinction.” - Lucien Castle

“It’s Halloweek. I do the full seven days.” - Rosa Diaz

“If this is a joke, I’ll kill you!” - Jason Todd

“Vampires are real. They’re usually not the cape-wearing, "mwah-hah-hah-ing” types, but rather people with ordinary jobs who just happen to consume blood.“- Jasper Hale

“We came, we saw, we kicked its ass.” - Eric Coulter

“I always wonder if it’s better to bury two bodies in one place or spread them around. I’m sure there’s a right answer, but I never want to meet the person who knows it.“ - Elijah Mikaelson

Roman Godfrey Halloween ~ moodboard

@joeynihil and Sabrina Spellman Halloween ~ Moodboard

“Do you have any other emergency werewolf contacts?”- Derek Hale

“I need help carving these pumpkins.”- Derek Hale

“Those guys at the impound. Did they really smash my car?” - Dean Winchester

“We came, we saw, we kicked its ass.” - Rebekah Mikaelson & Theo Raeken

“I see something in your future. Something… frightening.“ - Bonnie Bennett

“There’s a monster outside my room. Can I have a glass of water?”

“Every day is Halloween, isn’t it? For some of us.” - Ripper!Stefan Salvatore

“No, it’s not! That’s just something mortals say to make themselves feel better.” - Jace Wayland

“This is ridiculous! What could be scarier than one of us?” - The Mikaelson Family

“If I have to hear doppelgänger one more time, I’m going to have to learn how to spell it.” - Elijah Mikaelson

“In this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of is me.” - Kol Mikaelson

“Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.” - Gina Linetti

“You only have one super power, and it is your breasts.” - Rosa Diaz

"I have never met a vampire personally, but I don’t know what might happen tomorrow.” - Theo Raeken

“You seem to be doing so well without witchcraft.” - Nick Scratch

“I always wonder if it’s better to bury two bodies in one place or spread them around. I’m sure there’s a right answer, but I never want to meet the person who knows it.“ - Halfdan the Black

“You know how I think Halloween is for jerks? Well, this Halloween, I was the jerk. I’m sorry about tonight.” - Lydia Martin

“They’re embarrassed about their spells not working anymore.” - Malia Tate

“Blah blah, vampire emergency, blah” - Bella Swan

“Do you have any other emergency werewolf contacts?” - Peter Rumancek

“Can someone kill him again, please?” - Peter Hale

“I have a heart. I keep it in a jar on my desk.” - Katherine Pierce

“Shh, I’m Googling sex spells.” - John Constantine

"It’s the witching hour somewhere.” - Jughead Jones

“People think if they put on a costume they can just get away with anything they want. Halloween is Christmas for jerks.” - Ray Palmer

“Please tell me you did that for dramatic effect.” - Jacob Black

“Can someone kill him again, please?” - Emmett Cullen

“I must go in. The fog is rising.” - Arman the Dragon

“I knew something came through the portal.” - Ivar Ragnarsson

“Well, we can’t start killing people. We’re getting life back to normal. And killing people isn’t normal, sweetheart.“ - Nora Darhk

“Are you eating raw pumpkin with a spoon?” - Sweet Pea

“You know what they say about (Town). No one who dies here ever really dies.” - Jughead Jones

"I want to stab you to death, and then play around with your blood." - Sweet Pea

“I'll come to the party, but I'm not dressing up.” - Sweet Pea

“I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that any weirdo wearing a mask is never friendly.” - Sweet Pea

“Hand over the candy, old dude, or we egg your house.” - Sweet Pea & Jughead Jones

“Time for the real Halloween show to begin.” - Sweet Pea

“Should I be concerned about you causing me any trouble?“ - Sweet Pea

“Danger doesn’t lurk at every corner. It’s just hanging out, waiting for fear and horror to show up.” - Jughead Jones

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” - Sweet Pea

“Time for the real Halloween show to begin.” - Dorcas Night

“She used to tell me that a full moon was when mysterious things happen and wishes come true.” - Dorcas Night

“Who hired you? Who do you work for, the pizza man?” - Damon Salvatore

Halloween with Jughead Jones {Moodboard}

“Are you possessed? Again?” - Stiles Stilinski

“Does my costume look spooky to you?” - Sweet Pea

“I need help carving these pumpkins.“ - Tommy Shelby

“Shh, I’m Googling sex spells.” - Theo Raeken and Rebekah Mikaelson

Halloween with Vanessa Ives {Moodboard}

Halloween with Samantha Stephens {Moodboard}

Halloween with Toni Topaz {Moodboard}

Halloween with Sweet Pea {Moodboard}

Halloween with Cheryl Blossom {Moodboard}

Halloween with Betty Cooper {Moodboard}

“During the day, I don’t believe in ghosts. At night, I’m a little more open-minded.” - Seely Booth

“Vampires pretending to be humans pretending to be vampires … How avant-garde!” - Eric Northman

“I know that you hate Halloween, but stick with me, and I promise you, you will love it.” - Amaya Jiwe

“You seem to be doing so well without witchcraft.” Clary Fray & Allison Argent

“First rule of witch club: don’t talk about witch club.” - Madam Satan / Lilith

“Who hired you? Who do you work for, the pizza man?” - Zari Tomaz

“She used to tell me that a full moon was when mysterious things happen and wishes come true.” - Peter Rumancek

“Happy Halloween, asshole!“ - Rosa Diaz

“Hello, something scary happening!“ - Kyle Reese

“We sent (Y/N) to the Ghost World to save the day again.” - Allison Argent

“If she realizes that we’re killing people for food and not for God, she might not like us anymore.” - Vampire!Ivar Ragnarsson & Roman Godfrey

“We can have our own Halloween here.” - Roman Godfrey

“You are too precious for words, why I could just… eat you alive!” - Ivar Ragnarsson

“Have you come to sing pumpkin carols?” - Sweet Pea

“How was I to know? It was just floating by.“ - Sweet Pea

“It’s Halloween! Everyone gets a chance to be someone else, let their hair down for awhile.” - Sweet Pea

“You only have one super power, and it is your breasts.” - Elena Gilbert

“Yeah, well, you being happy isn’t really a big priority of mine, since you stabbed me twenty times with knives.” - Sweet Pea

Halloween with Marko {Moodboard}

“I know that you hate Halloween, but stick with me, and I promise you, you will love it.” - Sweet Pea

“I know that you hate Halloween, but stick with me, and I promise you, you will love it.” - David (The Lost Boys)

“I’m the guy that’s gonna save your ass.” - David (The Lost Boys)

“I’m supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?” - Sweet Pea

“Aren’t you worried that, one day, all the forest animals are gonna band together and fight back?” - Sam Emerson

“Good. No fangs yet. You’re doing fine. Your ears aren’t even pointed yet.” - Scott McCall

“You are too precious for words, why I could just… eat you alive!” - David (The Lost Boys)

“Yeah, well, you being happy isn’t really a big priority of mine, since you stabbed me twenty times with knives.” - Brett Talbot

“Are you possessed? Again?” - Peter Hale

“We don’t like you. Now, shut up and help us.” - Eric Northman

“What is this guy, Witch-ipedia?” - Eric Northman

“Shh, I’m Googling sex spells.” - Nick Scratch

“Vampires are real. They’re usually not the cape-wearing, "mwah-hah-hah-ing” types, but rather people with ordinary jobs who just happen to consume blood.“ - Dorcas Night

"This is my costume. I’m a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else.” - Tommy Shelby

“Hasn't anyone told you, second hand smoke kills.“ - Prudence Blackwood

“I know you’re joking, but on the off chance you aren’t, no.” - Klaus Mikaelson

“We sent (Y/N) to the Ghost World to save the day again.” - Theo Raeken & Rebekah Mikaelson

“Just because it's a love story doesn't mean it can't have a decapitation or two.” - Klaus Mikaelson

“You seem to be doing so well without witchcraft.” - Allison Argent & Nick Scratch

“You are too precious for words, why I could just… eat you alive!” - Damon Salvatore

#halloween2020 #bonniebird #halloween #masterlist #halloween 2020

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tenmillionwhumperflies · 3 years

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Flint Sterling (Cloudwalker Series)

Alright, you can all have a Flint. Let me know what you think of him! :) This is set a fair bit further along in the story (like a year). Word Count: little under 2000.

Warnings: Uh not much, contains biting, abduction/ restraints, a kinda intimate whumper for a few moments and a dirty joke. Yeah, I think that’s it. Avizon is trying to be intimidating but it’s a bit difficult with Flint’s dumbassery.

Picrew for Flint here

Avizon tossed and turned in his sleep. He knew something was amiss. He could feel it, enough to wake him. He dressed quickly and went to find his cloudwalkers, to check on them. He needed to know they were safe. Dyan was still fast asleep when he opened the door, but Ihuka was awake, feathers fluffed up and ready to attack… something. Ihuka snarled at him, but stopped as recognition struck.

Avizon put a finger to his lips, telling him to be quiet. He opened the door wider and let him pass “Search,” he whispered. Ihuka disappeared down the corridors, sniffing the air. Avizon turned to Dyan, who was waking. “Be prepared, I fear there is an intruder. Stay here.”

Avizon closed the door and went after Ihuka, hoping that he was wrong, that there was no one here. For one thing, Avizon should have been able to feel their presence, but it wasn’t as clear as usual. It was blurred, far away, hard to aim at.

Whatever it was, he could only hope it wasn’t dangerous.

Ihuka had heard the great clattering of something in a room, even if it was far away. He wasn’t sure if they had just fallen by themselves, but when his master came to his room, he knew it wasn’t just him that was worried. His feathers were fluffed to make him look bigger, his teeth were bared. “Search.” Had been his master’s order, and so he did, hurrying after the source of the noise to be sure the castle was safe.

He found a man stuffing a sack full of shiny things, expensive things. That wasn’t allowed! They belonged to his master! Ihuka silently flew up to the ceiling of the ball room, using his height to stay hidden until he was directly above the man. Then he swooped down, just as he would for a hunt. He grabbed the man by the arms and lifted him into the air.

He screamed loudly, and in a higher pitch than Ihuka had expected, making him accidentally drop him. He wasn’t far off the ground, so he fell with a thud. “What the fuck are you?” he cried, eyes wide with fear. He scrambled back and tried to get up to run away but Ihuka pounced again landing on his back, pinning him down. “Get off me!” he yelped. “No, no, no! I don’t have time for this- get off me, you oversized pigeon! Back! Sit! Oh, come on!” Ihuka was struggling to hold him, but his master soon appeared to see what he caught.

“Good bird,” he said with a smirk. “Very good bird.”

Ihuka beamed, but he had to focus on the wriggling man. He was strong, but Ihuka wouldn’t let him go.

Avizon watched him for a moment and remarked, “Are you finished, thief?”

The man stopped struggling, panting, and Ihuka slowly relaxed. A mistake. As soon as he did the man used a gush of energy to throw him off.

No, Ihuka was not going to lose him. With a yap, he jumped on him again and bit him on the back of his shoulder.

“Ow!” he yelped. “Ihuka, back!” Avizon ordered calmly. “I doubt he’ll be able to get far now.”

The man groaned and tried to crawl forward, toward the window. Avizon stepped on his back, pushing him down with one foot. "You're either a fool, or incredibly brave to dare come here. I haven't decided which yet," he murmured. Ihuka watched him and tilted his head, licking the blood off his lips. Human blood wasn’t the best. He much preferred the meat from rabbits and deer, even from the cattle his master gave him

“T.that… is rude,” the man slurred, “C.could have at least bought me a drink first...”

Avizon rolled his eyes, “Oh, you’re one of the brave jokers,” he mumbled. "I've made up my mind. You're a fool. Ihuka, go and get the antidote. I want this one alive.” Ihuka frowned, but did so. When he returned with a bottle which he was sure was it if his letters were right, he found his master had tied the stranger up. His hands were behind his back but tied to that his arms were crossed and kept together, his wrists at the opposite elbow. And his ankles were tied to his thighs.

Avizon picked him up like he were a hay bale and dropped him onto a chaise. He took the bottle from Ihuka, checked it, and praised him. Praise always made him happy, it made him as giddy as the liquorice root he ate. He knelt and waited for Avizon to force the unconscious man to drink it. Ihuka was glad he'd brought a pipette now. It made things a little easier.

"Well then, now our guest isn't dying, I fully intend to go back to sleep. Go back to bed, Ihuka, it's safe now. You did very well, I am proud of you. You've earned a reward tomorrow."

"Thank you, master," he peeped.

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Avizon watched Ihuka leave and then turned his attention back to the thief. He was a pretty thing, he had to admit. With lush red hair and emerald green eyes that had stared so wildly at him. The white line of face paint beneath his eyes seemed to pull even more attention to them. He smirked, he wasn’t used to thieves being so bonnie-faced.

Avizon was able to see, now that he was still, that he had a small part of the top of his left ear missing as if it had been bitten or cut perhaps. That didn't stop him from wearing an earring in his ear lobe. Perhaps a piercing had been the cause of the injury. He had a scar on his freckle-covered cheek and small shaved lines in his eyebrow.

Speaking of injuries, he would have to treat the wound Ihuka had left. He went to collect some salves and turned the thief onto his side. He rolled his shirt up to apply it. He paused seeing a tattoo, and not just any. This was a magic tattoo, a rune of protection, invisibility. No wonder he'd struggled to locate him. To most magic users he'd have been untraceable, but he was more powerful. Still, this was an ancient rune. He hadn't seen this for a very long time. "The Northern Mountains… you are a very long way from home, thief," he mumbled.

The wound was small, and with the salve, it soon stopped the bleeding, acting almost like a seal. It would do. He wanted him alive, but that didn't mean he particularly cared about him. As long as the venom didn't kill him that would be enough.

So Avizon used his powers to lift him and carried him downstairs to the old dungeons. They'd been empty for a long time, but it seemed they still had their uses. He put the thief in a cleaner cell, leaving him on the old stale bed and untied his legs before leaving, locking the door behind him. He heard the thief groan, but he paid it no attention. He was going back to bed.

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Avizon woke early but he felt rested enough to go downstairs, check on his birds and serve them their breakfast. He ate his own meal and only then did he go to the dungeons.

It seemed he'd timed it well; the thief was only just starting to wake up.

"Ow…" he mumbled, still half asleep. "Shoulders… what…" "Wake up, thief," he called impatiently. The man yelped in alarm and tried to turn over, succeeding in falling off the bed with a painful thunk. "Ow…"

Avizon couldn't suppress a smirk. He watched the man turn onto his back and strain to sit up. He paused, seeing him standing there.

"Um… hello?" he gulped. "Don't suppose you feel like untying me? Not the most comfortable thing in the world."

"And why should I untie the man who tried to steal from me?" Avizon raised an eyebrow. "Do you even know where you are? Who I am?" The thief stood up with difficulty. "You don't have wings like those other things so I'll wager you're human- and very good at tying knots," he grunted trying to wiggle out of the bindings.

"Those 'things' happen to be cloudwalkers, and they deserve the respect of a human. Then again, you are from the Northern Mountains. Cloudwalkers aren't native to that land," he grumbled.

"H.How did you know that?" he gulped. "Your tattoo." "My… oh. Right. Magic people tend to know about magic things…"

Avizon struggled to hide his smile. It was strange seeing someone so naive near him. He appreciated the change, but this man needed to know who he was dealing with. He needed to fear him as everyone else did. He wasn’t used to talking to anyone any differently.

"An astounding deduction. What's your name, thief?"

"Ma always taught me not to share my name with people who could kill me, sorry," he answered warily. "Even if I untied you?" Avizon raised an eyebrow. He thought for a minute. "That's… fair."

Avizon opened the cell door, watching as the man stuck his chest up, raising his chin.

He grabbed him by the arm and turned him around, pinning him against the wall with a hand on the back of his neck. “Steady on!” he exclaimed, but Avizon ignored him. He kept his focus on the knots, unpicking them and unravelling some of the rope but not all of it. “Well?” Avizon said. “The name’s Flint Stirling, I’d call myself a master thief, but I’d feel a bit stupid considering you’ve caught me… Who are you then?”

Avizon smirked. He grabbed the two ends of the rope and pulled them tight in one hand, while the other reached around, grabbing Flint by the neck and jaw, pulling his head up close to his. Flint froze, but Avizon could practically hear him thinking, planning, scheming.

Avizon leaned in close to his ear, “I believe in the north they call this castle the Palace of Everblood, the place where the rivers flow red...” Avizon felt the man stiffen in his grip, felt him try to get his arms free, and he couldn’t help but get some satisfaction out of it. He felt him gulp in his hand. The bottled up panic.

He leaned in a little closer. “Ah, familiar with the name? I wonder what stories made it so far north.” Flint shuddered in his grip. “I am Avizon the Terrible, killer of Royals, destroyer of Kingdoms. And you had the gall to try to steal from me.” Flint gulped, “How silly of me,” he murmured, his breath hitching. Avizon saw him grit his teeth. “That a knife in your pocket or are you enjoying yourself, Mr Terrible?”

Avizon was unable to hold back a splutter. He had not expected for him to say that. Avizon couldn’t lie, he enjoyed holding him, having that control, but it had been becoming too intimate and now far too awkward. He shoved him away in disgust.

“It was liquorice root, thank you very much,“ he retorted. He couldn’t quite find his words. This one had courage, that was for sure. “This time, I will let you go free. Let it be known, Flint, that no unspeakable amount of money is worth even a drop of life. Don’t waste yours.”

He stepped back and allowed Flint to wiggle out of the rest of the ropes and cautiously walked past him to the door. “Tell me,” Avizon said, unable to resist the question. “What did you plan to steal from me last night?”

Flint hesitated at the doorway. “Anything I could get my hands on… Let’s just say I’m in a lot of… debt.”

Avizon inclined his head. “You might find work in the village.” Avizon hoped he took the hint that he wasn’t welcome to stay here. “Is there nothing I can do for you here? Please, there has to be something. I’m desperate-”

Avizon shook his head. “Go. Out the door, up the stairs and then left. Be grateful you’re leaving with your life.” Flint’s posture deflated. “Yeah… lucky me.”

Avizon frowned, but decided against arguing with him. He let him leave and assumed that would be the last he'd see of him. He sighed to himself. He was getting too soft.

So yeah, lemme know what you think of the boyfriend to be XD

#whump #cloudwalker series #my writing #Flint Sterling #we love him very much #Avizon #Ihuka #Dyan

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Tessa | The Vampire Diaries x Shadowhunters | Chapter 2

Pairings - Damon x main oc, Stefan x main oc, Klaus x main oc, Elijah x main oc, Jace x main oc, Alec x main oc, multiple oc x main oc

After Elena tried to give herself to Klaus in exchange for the safety of her friends and family, she had received a huge lecture on how irresponsible it was of her. Stefan was stuck in the tomb with Katherine and that vampire that was supposed to be dead was apparently very much alive.

Tessa had decided to sleep in and stay away from all the supernatural drama for one day. ONE DAY. And her best friend tried to kill herself, her other best friend got stuck with her psycho friend and now her favorite vampire best friend was whining about how annoying his life had become to her.

"What Elena did was stupid," Tessa said, "But it wasn't wrong. I would have done the same thing."

"You would have sacrificed yourself?" Damon questioned furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at her with a bit of hurt.

"If it means keeping the people I care about safe, then yes. I don't think I could live with myself if anything happened to you. Any of you."

Damon sped in front of her, their faces barely touching as he looked into her eyes. Lust and desire flashed in his eyes as he slightly leaned in. It was as if a button was clicked in his brain and he back away, speeding away leaving a very confused Tessa behind.

"You should really lock your door." Damon joked as he came into the room with a smile on his face, Elena had a pour on her face while Tessa tried to get her to eat something.

"Come on, pouty. At least give me 2 points for ingenuity."

"Do you think this is funny?"

"Yes, Elena I find hilarity in the lengths that I have to go to repeatedly save your life.

"What did Stefan say about this?"

"He had a good laugh."

"And what did he say about Elijah still being alive?" Damon lifted Tessa's feet up and rest them on his lap. He then proceeded to take her sandwich out of her hands and takes a giant bite.

"Hey!"

"Sharing is caring."

"Not when it comes to my food," she complained and he responds by kissing her cheek.

"Yeah, and that I didn't tell him about Elijah."

"Why not?" Tessa asked him and he pursed his lips.

"Well, A he can't do anything about it, and B what I just said."

"Wow, such a profound argument."

"Where is Bonnie?" Damon asked as Jeremy came into the room.

"I thought she was meeting you," Jeremy answered.

"No, she's on moonstone duty and I'm on Elena patrol."

"And who's on Tyler Lockwood and the full moon?" Elena widened her eyes realizing what the night was.

"Vampire Barbie asked me if she could handle it and I said why not figured if she screwed up, he'd bite her, and then I'll be rid of two of my problems."

"Don't be a dick." Tessa scolded him as she smacked his head.

"Hold on a second. Tonight's the full moon." Elena asked them.

"Yep, but you're too absorbed with all your suicidal tendencies to notice." Damon took a call, "Hey, change of plans." Damon hung up and looked at Jeremy and Tessa.

"You babysit tonight." He orders them and Tessa raised her brow at him.

"Hey, you know, you should get out. Enjoy the sun. Oh, wait you can't." Elena chucked a pillow at Damon and missed. Jeremy and Tessa laughed leading to her shoving him to the floor and glaring at Tessa.

Elena had warmed up to being trapped in the house. Even watching a movie in her room with Tessa and eating a giant bowl of popcorn. Knowing they needed some more food, they head downstairs to see what they had in the kitchen.

They walked down the stairs to see Jenna taking boxes out of the closest.

"What are you doing?" Tessa asks her.

"Oh, perfect timing." She thrusts a box in Elena's arms and then another in Tessa's.

"What is this stuff?' Elena asked.

"Your mom's files from the historical society. I got roped into helping Mrs. Lockwood. And by roped, I mean very excited to participate." She slammed the closet door and both their jaws dropped to see the suit-wearing original in Elena's house, staring right back at them with a small smirk.

"Hey, I'm Elijah." Tessa had never felt my heart beat faster than it was then. Jenna had let in a vampire who had tried to kidnap Elena, but apparently not to give her to Klaus which was extremely confusing, and now there was nothing they could do to get him out.

"Elijah's in town doing research on Mystic Falls," Jenna informs them like it was no big deal. If only she knew what Elijah was.

"It's a pleasure." Elijah holds out his hand for Elena and Tessa to shake. Elena hesitantly shook his and when Tessa went go to shake it he bent down and placed a kiss on it making her shiver in fear.

"So, you know, you're welcome to stay here and rummage through this stuff. Or Elena, Tessa, and I could help you load it into your car."

"Yeah, or I can get someone to pick it up tomorrow."

"Also a good plan."

"Thank you so much for inviting me into your home, Jenna." Elijah went to follow Jenna to the front door but stopped. "Oh, Tessa and Elena I hope to see you two again sometime soon."

Once the door was shut, the two girls raced upstairs to alert Jeremy and banged on his door when they realized it was locked.

Right when they heard it quick, Elijah came next to them and signaled them to be quiet.

"What?" Jeremy all but snapped at his sister before glancing at Tessa with a smile.

"Aunt Jenna was asking if you could help her with the boxes."

"Okay," the younger Gilbert said before he walked off.

"That was a smart choice," Elijah said before he asked to speak to us alone.

"Oh, forgive the intrusion. I mean your family no harm," Elijah started.

"That is why you tricked your way in her house?" Tessa said crossing her arms and glaring at the original.

He just shook his head amused at her bravery.

"Why'd you kill those vampires when they tried to take me?" Elena asked. Elijah opened his mouth to answer only to be cut off by a furious Tessa.

"You mean when you tried to give yourself over to them because you are a stupid suicidal doppelganger?" She said making Elena glare at her.

"I didn't want you to be taken. Klaus is the most feared and hated of the originals. Those that fear him are desperate for his approval. Word gets out the doppelganger exists, there will be vampires eager to take you to him and I can't have that."

"Isn't that exactly what you're trying to do?" Elena asked.

"Let's say my goal is not to break the curse."

"Then what is your goal?"

"Klaus' obsessions have made him paranoid. He's a recluse. He trusts only those in his circle," Elijah explained.

"Like you?" Tessa asked.

"Not anymore."

"You don't know where he is, do you?" Elena asked.

Tessa was already tired of their conversation. Her head was spinning, and her body was begging for a change. They were sitting in that room for ten minutes and she was tired. Her focus went from Elijah to the tiles on the floor and the frames on the table.

This always happened. And it annoyed Tessa more than anything. She couldn't stay in one place. Do one thing without being distracted; without this need to move away, do something else.

Overwhelmed, she got up and walked without a word, making the doppelganger and original stop and look at her worried.

#klausmikaelson #elijahmikaelson #damonsalvatore #stefansalvatore #jacewayland #aleclightwood #shadowhunters #thevampirediaries

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niksixx · 4 years

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America’s Most Wanted

Requested: Kind of :D

Pairing: Duff McKagan x Fem!Reader

Description: While you and Duff are lovers, you’re also killers. A modern day Bonnie and Clyde love story.

Warning: Mentions of murder, blood, stabbing, guns, etc. I tried not to make this fic graphic, but please read at your own risk if you believe this piece will trigger you.

A/N: I am blessing you all with a Duff fic because I know how much you lovely humans wanted me to write something for him!! It’s a different type of fic, I consider this ‘horror’ but again, I tried not to make it super graphic that way you can still enjoy it!

*Picture is NOT mine. Found on Google. Credit to the owner.*

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The streets of Los Angeles are uncharacteristically quiet at four thirty in the morning. Normally buzzing with crowds of inebriated young adults who spill out to the sidewalk after a night at the Roxy, they have become calm and eerily so. Illumination from the lamp posts provides the only source of light throughout the city in the late hours of the night. Stores and clubs remain closed for the second week in a row. Workers and customers alike are suffering, but the safety of the LA citizens is at stake.

The police and the FBI are frazzled. Patrolling the streets is too dangerous. One by one the death toll increases, with each murder more gruesome than the next, always unprovoked. Media outlets across the country keep the American citizens informed. The mugshots of the murderers are on every news channel, and posters are hung on every telephone pole. The two killers are wanted dead or alive, and they are Bonnie and Clyde resurrected.

Sitting at the base of a tree is one of the killers, the more experienced of the two. He goes by Duff. Long leather clad legs are splayed out in front of him as he cleans the fresh blood from his knife with a towel that has seen better days. Beside him hidden in the grass is the lifeless body of a twenty-nine year old man who had made the mistake of stepping outside his home. The scent of blood is strong, but Duff’s used to it. After brutally ending the lives of thirty innocent civilians up and down the west coast, the pungent odor is rarely a bother. In fact, Duff finds it comforting.

At first glance, Duff appears just like any other man in Los Angeles. That alone makes him deadly. Tall, blonde, and adorned in leather assets from head to toe, he’s intimidating. But it’s not the kind of intimidating that urges people away. He possesses an allure that pulls them toward him, draws them in. And then, when they least expect it, he strikes. One and done. Swift and clean. No remorse.

With his back against the base of the tree, Duff scans the empty streets, looking for any sign of life that is foolish enough to leave the safety of the indoors. He knows the police are doing everything they can to locate him without putting themselves at risk. He is aware that cities all across the country are terrified that they’ll fall victim to his murder spree. And yet there are still people who choose to enter the outdoor world, exposing themselves to potential harm. There is always the option of breaking the glass windows and terrorizing the people who choose to stay inside, but that isn’t the name of the game. Duff waits for his victims. He never goes looking for them.

Heels clicking against the cement pavement grabs his attention. Turning his head toward the sound, a petite woman in a red peacoat has a bit of hustle in her step as she pulls the jacket tighter to her body. The naive little thing is alone, checking over her shoulder once, twice, before exhaling a breath into the air.

From his pocket, Duff digs out a cigarette. Holding it between two gloved fingers, he lights it and casually blows a ring of smoke into the night. “You know darling, you shouldn’t be out here all by yourself.”

The clicking comes to a halt. Caught in the midst of her venture home, the lady stops and turns, worry lines etched in her forehead. Duff sighs. Poor thing doesn’t know what’s coming for her. “I know. I’m coming from a friend’s house. My apartment is just down the street.”

Duff heaves himself to his feet, brushing off the dirt and grass from his body. Shockingly, the lady doesn’t budge, but her eyes watch his every move. Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jacket, he lets the cigarette dangle from his lips. A few steps forward and he’s standing in front of the young woman who squares her body defensively. She doesn’t recognize him, another shock, as his face has been plastered all over the 11 o’clock news, but her guard is high.

“At four in the morning?” Duff asks incredulously, playing the part of an intrigued stranger. He uses his charm for an advantage. The woman smiles a little, relaxing her shoulders. Duff notices. “What were you doing?”

He doesn’t have to do this. He doesn’t have to pretend to care, to warm up his victims before the hunt. But killing is a game, and games are meant to be fun. “I was planning on staying over, but I have trouble falling asleep in homes that aren’t my own,” Her eyes travel the length of Duff’s body before settling back on his face. She has trouble reading him. “What’s your excuse for being out so late?”

A few feet away, a shadow emerges from behind the cars parked along the street. Straining his neck to get a closer look, Duff recognizes the shadow and snickers to himself. Curiously, the lady turns her gaze just as the shadow disappears behind a different car. “I have trouble sleeping. Past trauma,” Duff lies casually, eyes downcast at the cigarette in his mouth. “Fresh air and a smoke usually calms me down.”

“I’m sorry to hear that…”

“Duff,” He answers back with a slow smile. “And you are?”

“Linda.” A wary smile surfaces on her lips. The rise and fall of her chest is normal, not as panicked as it was before.

The shadow in the background slithers around the cars, inching its way closer. It’s on the hunt for its next prey, but Duff shakes his head, chuckling under his breath. He looks to Linda again, who stares back quizzically. “Well, Linda, it was very nice to meet you. It’s late, though, and you should head on home.”

With a curt nod, Linda tugs her purse higher onto her shoulder. “It was nice to meet you too, Duff.” Linda attempts to step around him, but Duff sidesteps and blocks her path. Linda straightens, the muscles in her face tightening.

“One more thing,” In the shallow pocket of his leather jacket, Duff runs a thumb over the tip of his blade, leaning toward her with a smirk. Linda recoils, and he deadpans. “Don’t scream.”

For a split second, Linda’s fight or flight response is activated, only to be cut off by the sharp pain of a blade wedged in the side of her ribcage. A gloved hand covers her mouth, suppressing the soft whimpers of agony. Cocking his head, Duff stares into her eyes as tears spill over the apples of her cheeks. With a quick, slick motion, Duff pulls the knife from her side before penetrating the skin just above her collarbone. Lightning quick, the shadow emerges from the darkness and hurls itself at Duff, knocking him against the brick wall of a building just a foot behind him. If only the shadow had been quicker, not as hesitant, then it may have claimed Linda as its victim.

Now under the light of a lamppost, the shadow appears in its true form. The second killer. Dressed head to toe in black garments, the boxcutter held tight in its grasp, it takes one step forward, lips curled back in contempt.

“Fuck you, Duff. I had that.”

The anger in your voice turns him on, the opposite effect that it should have on his body. You were right. Linda was your kill, but she’d been alive for far too long. Things didn’t always have to be planned. Excessive planning, while it worked in most cases, could end up being a weakness. Sometimes, you just needed to go for the quick kill.

“I am so sorry, sweetheart,” Feigning innocence, Duff gestures to Linda’s lifeless body as he blows a cloud of smoke into the air. While he’s positive Linda is as good as gone, there was always the chance she was grasping at life by the skin of her teeth. And if she was indeed just another lifeless body bleeding out on the concrete, Duff would enjoy the sight of you exploding in anger right in front of him. You were always more beautiful that way. “But her apartment was down the street. You were just a bit too slow, darling. She would have made it home alive.” Your eyes fall downcast. Duff sighs. “Tell you what. Check her pulse. If she’s still breathing, I’ll let you finish her off.”

Crouching down to the pavement, you slip your hand into the collar of Linda’s peacoat, two fingers positioned on the side of her neck. Blood trickles onto your hand, the pungent liquid dripping down the side of her neck to her ear. Closing your eyes, you concentrate on finding a slow beating, but the only pulse you feel is the one flowing through your fingertips.

Eyes narrowed to slits, you watch as Duff chuckles from his place at the wall, taking drag after drag of the cigarette. He knew she was dead. He was toying with you. Teeth clenched together, you find yourself pressing his back further into the bricks, snatching the white cancer stick from his lips, and crushing it under the heel of your boot. You hold the blade against his neck, applying just a bit of pressure to make him slightly squirm under your touch. Neither you nor Duff are strangers to rough play.

He blinks in pure astonishment before curling his lips into a sly grin. Your fingers twitch, itching to wipe the smile off his face, but he’s caught your wrist far too many times in the past when you’ve tried. “Someone’s a little angry, aren’t we?”

Linda’s blood smears over Duff’s lips as your fingers graze over his face. With your lips by his ear, you reply breathily, “Don’t ask questions you know the answer to.”

Pulling away, you let your hands drop by your side, curling and uncurling your fists as a way to release the tension in your body. It was your kill. How were you supposed to get better if Duff claimed the victims for himself?

“Maybe you need more training.”

Your blood boils, eyes shifting back to Duff’s smug face. If you needed more training, it was his fault. “Maybe I need a better teacher.” It was easy to get under each other’s skin, although most of the time it was playful banter that morphed into sexual tension. From the bulge in his jeans and the hazy look in his eyes, you knew Duff was dangerously close to claiming you on the sidewalk.

“Temper, temper,” Duff taunts, pushing off the wall with the sole of his boot. The way he eyes you is how he gazes at his victims, like prey, but there’s a side of Duff only you’ve seen. Despite his primal instincts and the nagging urge to have his way with you whenever and wherever, you meant more to him than that. “You have a sharp tongue, sweetheart,” You tilt your head confidently upward, not breaking eye contact as he towers over you. Trailing a gloved hand over your exposed collarbone and up the side of your throat, his fingers slide around to grip the nape of your neck. With untamed hair, crazed eyes, and lips smeared with the blood of the fallen, he’s a madman, a killer. And while the feelings between you aren’t rational, you can’t deny your love for the wild criminal. “Show me what else it can do.”

His lips draw you in like a magnet. Many kisses have been shared between you and Duff, but your heart still beats wildly like it did the very first time. With his hands on either side of your face he keeps you still against him, lips moving in a frenzy before biting down on your lip. He’s rarely gentle, and it drives you mad.

The taste of blood floods your tongue as his tangles with yours, hot, heavy breaths fanning over your face. Your body tingles with fervent need, stomach twisting in passionate knots. As much as you want to enjoy the kiss, the taste of him, you pull back reluctantly, the thoughts in your head overwhelming the rest of your senses.

Duff’s hands cradle your face with a gentle touch. He eyes you with a hard look, a look that warns not to lie. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

The words spin around in your brain. Did you really need more training? In only six short months, Duff taught you everything he knew. You followed his lessons, mimicked his every movement, practiced until your muscles ached from the pain. “Am I disappointing you?”

Duff’s eyebrows furrow. His hands fall to your waist, tugging your hips firmly against him. “Disappointing me? Hardly. Sweetheart, you amaze me.”

“But you said I need more training.”

He chuckles softly. “And you do. That’s not a bad thing. But you’ve already come so far. Just a few months ago you were a dainty little thing who loved watching romance movies and baking cookies on Friday nights. Now you can shoot a gun with your eyes closed.”

“And you were just getting out of prison,” Snaking your arms around the back of Duff’s neck, you pull him closer to you, noses brushing tenderly. If it weren’t for Duff’s inmate taking the blame for the murder, he still would have been staring at the prison walls. How they were able to fool the system into letting Duff go was unfathomable, but he was here with you now. They had let a man guilty of first degree murder walk free, and that man turned into one obsessed with death. Along the way he found you, recruited you as his companion, and now couldn’t picture a world where you weren’t by his side. “I was smitten with you from the moment we met. And I knew you were trouble. I just didn’t care.”

“And look at us now,” Duff grins, stealing a quick kiss. Tendrils of wavy blond hair tickle your cheeks when he dips down to your lips. You never understood why he felt the need to steal them. Anything he wanted, you gave willingly. The rest of the world saw his demented and damned soul. You were fortunate to know every complex piece of him, but not all of them were rooted in evil. His love for you was genuine, unwavering, quite possibly his only redeeming quality. “America’s Most Wanted.”

Your head snaps over to the sound of an apartment door closing. Jogging down the steps and onto the pavement, a man untangles a green leash before hooking it onto his dog. The word screams in your head. Target.

Duff is already smirking when you look back at him. He gives you an encouraging nod; You dig into the back pocket of your jeans, pulling out the boxcutter with a sly smile. “Go get ‘em, sweetheart.”

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cupcakemolotov · 3 years

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Wild Hunt

I think I promised @goldcaught a Klaroline Fae fic years ago. This one has been in the works for a while, let's not talk dates, but 2020 definitely slowed production down. I promise, the second half will not sit languishing in my WIP for too long! The biggest, most heartfelt thank you to Kiry, who has been both a cheerleader and a kick in the pants as needed to get this thing on track to being finished. Kiry doesn't sleep, but I can't complain too much, since they have kindly listened to me complain until the wee hours of the morning. (And also my girl @klarolinedrabbles who saw a super early version of this and was kind enough to be encouraging.)

Edit; And I failed to tag @kirythestitchwitch directly, but you know, today was a trip.

A couple of notes to avoid confusion:

Fae: A word used in this fic to generally reference a type of European mythological beings. Sean O'Connell: Cami O'Connell's Twin.

Synopsis: Killing Tyler Lockwood starts a chain of events that put Caroline exactly where she's always dreaded and longed to be: in the arms of Klaus Mikaelson.

Warnings: Alternate Universe; Alternate Universe - FaeAlternate; Universe - Soulmates; Fae!Caroline; hybrid!Klaus; Minor Character Death; Blood and Gore; Mild Gore; Implied/Referenced; Torture; Psychological Torture; Canon-Typical Violence; Compulsion; Blood and Injury; Blood Drinking

Hand pressed tightly against her side, Caroline took several careful breaths, her lungs burning and her pulse a steady thump in her ears. Her senses were hyper alert, magic straining to catch the faintest hint of a disturbance. All around her, humans slept soft and cozy in their beds, and the night had gone quite. As the silence continued to hold, she allowed herself to relax, letting the cold of the concrete at her spine cool her flushed and fever warm skin. For the moment, she was safe.

Reaching up, she rubbed her breastbone, lips curling into a small, pleased smile at the burn. Her father was angry. If she survived the night, that alone would make the pain of her injury worth it. Thankfully, the knife wound felt like it had finally stopped seeping, and her glamour would hide the blood. It was the iron poison that was going to cause her complications. The black spider web crawling up the line of her ribcage hadn’t made it close to her heart, she was her mother’s daughter too, but it weakened her all the same.

It left her in a magical disadvantage.

Grimacing as her phone buzzed silently in her pocket, she pressed a little further into the concrete behind her and looked around. There was nothing to suggest her cousins had been able to track her, though that was just a matter of time. Thankfully, even suffering from iron, she had enough control of her magic to hide the glow from her phone, though she didn’t quite dare to risk more.

Not yet.

Pulling it free from her pocket, she winced at the number of missed calls and quickly scanned the texts that had accumulated.

Bonnie (12:45 AM): Hello???

Bonnie (12:46 AM): You’re not dead.

Bonnie (12:46): Are you ignoring me?

Bonnie (1:10 AM): I swear, I’ll put Enzo on a plane. With the time differences, he’ll be there before dawn.

Bonnie (1:10 AM): Then you’ll have to listen to him complain about airplane food while he tries to kill people.

Bonnie (1:11 AM): I might do it anyway. I could use the alone time.

Wincing, because Bonnie Bennett did not bluff, she hurriedly tapped out a response.

Caroline (1:11 AM): I’m alive.

Bonnie (1:11 AM): What happened?

Caroline (1:11 AM): It was a trap.

Bonnie (1:11 AM): How bad?

Caroline: (1:12 AM): I’ve mostly stopped bleeding and Tyler is dead.

Very dead. She’d made sure of it. There was a lot someone like her father would do with a dead body, so she’d made a point to separate his head from his body so he couldn’t be resurrected. Baba Yaga spells were rare and costly, but if anyone could get their hands on one, it would be her father. It was why she’d then dumped her stash of holy water on the body and then carefully dusted him in iron shavings, rendering his body and his blood unusable.

The little dots below her conversation on her messenger app popped up and died several times, and Caroline closed her eyes, letting her head fall back as she waited for Bonnie’s response. She’d know that coming to Chicago was a risk, for a number of reasons, but even at her most pessimistic she wasn’t sure she could have guessed just what she’d find here.

What could possibly have led Tyler to be so desperate that he would trust her father? Tyler, who was one of the few people who knew the truth of her origin, who had hugged her when she’d said goodbye and told her he would always care about her. Tyler, whose blood she now wore beneath her nails, who had stabbed her with an iron knife and who had died with hate in eyes.

Her phone buzzed and she glanced down.

Bonnie (1:13 AM): Klaus is in Chicago.

Caroline stared at her phone, surprise and a shot of adrenaline leaving her momentarily breathless. Klaus. Here. In Chicago. The city where Bill had set up his most recent plots, where Tyler had attempted to betray everything that had once made him a good man. Sliding her teeth along her lip, she very carefully typed her reply, her fingers shaking.

Caroline (1:14 AM): You said he was in London for the next month. What changed?

Bonnie (1:15AM): I don’t know.

Bonnie (1:16 AM): Do you need an exit?

Bonnie (1:16 AM): He owes me.

Caroline was shaking her head even before she started typing. Being anywhere near Klaus was a terrible idea, and Bonnie knew that. That her friend would never make the offer unless she thought it necessary left dread sitting low in her stomach.

Caroline (1:16 AM): What’s got you spooked?

Bonnie (1:17 AM): Someone is blocking my scrying spells.

Caroline (1:17 AM): Bill?

Bonnie (1:17 AM): If we’re lucky. We both know what it means if we’re not.

Caroline’s fingers tightened on her phone case, her pulse loud in her ears. Bonnie was right. Very, very few things blocked her from seeing what she wanted to see. Bill could do it thanks to the blood bind but it wasn’t easy, and he never managed it for long periods of time. Grams probably could have done it. But the list of powerful witches who remained alive in the United States after the purging of New Orleans was short.

There was only one reason Bill would use the blood connection between them to block out any outside magic from interfering tonight. She hadn’t just pissed her father off, she’d actively disrupted his plans, and thanks to Bonnie’s magical brilliance, he couldn’t track her easily. But there was another way to drag her to a Fairy Court, and she would have to move very quickly to avoid it.

Baring her teeth in a mimicry of a smile, she gave herself a moment to feel a sharp burst of satisfaction. She had a list on her phone of her father’s potential means of retaliation, and Wild Hunt was right there at the top as the worst possible outcome, but it also meant Tyler must have been far more integral to his plans than she’d guessed. Even knowing that her chances of survival had just taken a serious dip, it did little to dim her pleasure. If she was very, very lucky her father’s precious Queen would feel the need to take out his failure on him directly.

A girl could hope.If she survived the night, she was going to find a fancy bottle of wine and pick up a cupcake. Maybe two cupcakes. She deserved the mini-celebration.

Caroline (1:20AM): I spotted half a dozen of my cousins tonight. I don’t know who holds their allegiance but it probably won’t matter. If Bill is super pissed, he’ll call them all.

Bonnie (1:21 AM): Fuck.

Bonnie (1:21 AM): If it goes bad, don’t be an idiot. Use Klaus.

Caroline (1:21 AM): No.

Caroline (1:22 AM): Favor or not, I killed his hybrid. He doesn’t strike me as forgiving.

Bonnie (1:22 AM): He’s not.

Bonnie (1:23 AM): You don’t have to tell him.

Caroline (1:23 AM): Uh huh. I’ll call you when I’m safe. 🤦😘❤️🏃

Shoving her phone back into her pocket, Caroline exhaled slowly at the bite that was her warning that her magic was nearly tapped dry. Giving herself another half-a-dozen heart beats to celebrate her first major victory, she turned her mind to her problem at hand.

Bonnie had good reason to be worried. It had been almost thirty years since the Queens had summoned a wild hunt to drag one of the half-Fae home for punishment. Bill had made a point to tell her in great details the torture that had awaited her cousin, the way the Queen had plucked his body and his mind apart for his treachery.

Caroline doubted she had become enough of a problem that the Queens would send the hunt, which meant that Bill would be expending a great deal of power to collect her. Her lips twisted, finger tapping silently against the side of her phone. Fae magic was powerful, and so was her father, but it could be circumvented. She needed to concentrate on that, put together her plan.

Pissing her father off twice in one night would normally be her highest priority, but instead what she wanted to think about was the message Bonnie had given her.

Klaus Mikaelson was in Chicago.

Anticipation was a tantalizing thrill in her veins. She’d hoped the truth of New Orleans would have helped her grow out of her strange obsession. Instead, it left her wanting to know more. It was a struggle, when all she had to do was text Bonnie and ask for a location. She could then finally indulge in the bone deep curiosity that had been part of her life for as long as she could remember. Maybe figure out the cause of her obsession with a monster she’d never met.

She might’ve, if only doing so tonight wouldn’t put everyone she cared about in danger.

Caroline slid her lip between her teeth, letting the small hurt ground her. If she thought her father hated her enough to call down a Wild Hunt now, exposing the Fae’s secrets to Klaus would make his rage burn even more bitterly. She’d honestly have done it years ago out of spite if such a move would only put her in the crosshairs of the courts, but it wouldn’t.

Bonnie and Enzo would also be marked.

The High Courts currently considered her rebellion to be a family matter, though one Bill was unable to control adequately. She could not risk a Queen deciding she was her enemy in truth, not yet. Not when she was so close to figuring out how to banish her father permanently to the otherside of the Veil.

She’d be thrilled to just killing him, but she long since accepted that might not be possible. Tyler had been right, when he’d called her a monster. When he’d called all of them monsters. He just hadn’t understood that for all of the terrible things in this world that there were worse fate’s hidden behind the veil in between the worlds, horrors lovingly encouraged in Underhill that could break a human mind merely with their existence.

Earth had pushed the Fae back with their iron and religion all those years ago, had sealed the veil with witch magic, and humanity considered themselves victorious. But the truth was all they had done was defer the fight for the territory the Fae claimed as theirs to own to a different day.

The Fae hadn’t forgotten humanity nor had they forgiven them for their defeat. Banished behind magic, the Fae watched and watched and hungered. They had waited for the time that they had truly passed into myth, until the world forgot how to defeat them with a dangerous patience. But the nature of the Fae was as capricious as it was violent, and not all agreed on waiting.

Some had altered their plans and plotted a different course of action.

The Great Experiment.

Caroline supposed she should be grateful for that impatience, it was the reason for her existence, but all she could muster just then was a familiar anger. For six hundred years, members of the High Courts had mingled their blood among humans, hoping to breed children with resistance to both iron and the religion, the tools that had locked them away from the world that had once been theirs. And their plan had produced some success, though not always how they had hoped.

She was one such success.

Elizabeth Forbes had never been comfortable with her half-Fae child, but she’d also refused to abandon her to a world filled with monsters. Instead, she’d taught her daughter the good and the bad of humanity, had shown her the world as it was and what it could be. Her father saw her as a tool, a means to an end. Her mother’s love had been gruff and uneasy, but she’d tried.

She would never, ever forget that.

Or forgive Bill for her death.

Caroline had defied her father and his magic, had pitted herself against his will as she vowed vengeance for killing the one thing she’d ever claimed as her own. Her mother.

Hunting Bill required care and a meticulous eye for detail, and a particular stubbornness she had in spades. His magic was more powerful than hers, but he had always underestimated his only child by Liz, brushed her off as not powerful or clever enough for his schemes. It’s been a deliberate decision of hers to hide what she was capable of, hoping that such a ploy would save her mother. Now, she used her magic against him with the same ruthlessness he had taught her as a child.

But she was just one half-breed among hundreds, and so she’d learned to be careful. She wasn’t even the most powerful of those born on this side of the veil and underhanded ambush tactics had always served her better than brute force. A disruption there, a few dozen murder’s here. Just enough to skew her father’s chessboard while she worked to uncover the truth of his plotting. The fewer of her cousins who were able to carry out the will of her father and his fellow full blooded Fae’s plots, the safer humanity was from a terrible strike.

But she couldn’t kill them all, though she’d certainly tried. Her family did not die easily, and magic lingered in places of terrible violence like fingerprints. Each kill was a risk that could lead to her death. Over the years, it’s become clear that if she wanted to destroy her fathers plots, she couldn’t do it alone. The tie that connected them, the thread that burned so clearly now in her chest with her father’s rage, meant that she’d never be truly safe from him. Blood ties were not easily broken.

But Caroline knew witches, so she’d returned home, to the place where the only people she trusted still lived. Tyler had already been gone by then, lost in his need for vengeance, but Bonnie had been there, lingering in the ashes of conquest almost as if she’d been waiting.

It was then that Caroline had learned that humanity's greatest monster had become its potential savior. That the true potential of Ester’s terrible offspring had finally been unlocked. Klaus Mikaelson had broken his curse.

Her fingers curled into her palms, the strange, bone-deep curiosity that ground her joints together every time she thought of his name a familiar sensation. Klaus had broken his strange Sun and Moon curse in the forest she knew so well, had cut a bloody path through everyone who tried to oppose him, and laid the foundations for the army of hybrids he was determined to build. His perfect army that feared neither sun nor death and were unnaturally loyal.

Hybrids that Bonnie had helped create.

Her best friend rarely spoke of the events that led to the creation of the hybrids, refusing to give Caroline even the smallest detail of how a hybrid was made. Even tucked away in her home in Maine twenty years later, hidden by both Fae and witch magic. Caroline might not have the hows involved, but she knew the whys.

It all circled back to Bill.

Liz hadn’t been the only causality of her father’s hunger for power, just the first in their small town. Murdering Sheila Bennett had been a mistake in that it had set Bonnie against Bill, but it fit the pattern Caroline was starting to see in her father’s plans. Liz had been human, but one whose family had been deeply entrenched in the supernatural for generations. Sheila Bennett had been powerful, but she’d been born of the witch line that had created the Otherside. Gram’s had made sure her death had cost Bill, but it hadn’t been enough to stop his plans as Tyler’s presence tonight had proven.

Sometimes, Caroline wondered why Bonnie didn’t hate her. Bill was a scourge that returned time and time again, because her blood allowed it. Maybe if she’d been stronger they’d have been able to protect their families. But what she couldn’t protect, she could avenge.

Bonnie had agreed to help. Had been working on her own plans for years. The first real foothold into Bill’s master plan had been with the Augustine Society. Bonnie had been watching them for months before Caroline’s return, humans who had relentlessly experimented on vampires. They’d staged a rescue for the vampire that had been imprisoned, and it had been Enzo who had known of Tyler.

Tyler who had been the first of Klaus’ successful hybrids, whose loyalty was a shaky thing despite whatever magic bound him to his maker. Her childhood sweetheart who yearned for freedom from the yolk he had chosen. It’d taken months to go through the society’s notes they’d managed to save, to dig into the texts they had been experimenting with.

They’d known so much but understood so little.

But one thing had become crystal clear.

Bill was trying to bring down the Veil. Not unexpected, as most of the Fae worked to destroy it. But Bill also worked to understand what had led to the banishment of the Fae, so he could break it better.

It had been humans, werewolves and witches who had originally created the veil, blocking the Fae Lords from returning in great numbers after their banishment, forcing them to squeeze through cracks when the veil between worlds was thin or use now defunct gates. When iron had slowly lost its grip on the world, they might have managed more but for Qetsiyah.

Bonnie’s ancestor had been clever. When she’d bound the otherside, trapping Amara in stone and Silas forever out of her reach, she’d sunk the power of those souls into the Veil between humanity and the Fae, creating a second anchor. An additional failsafe to guarantee that no Supernatural would be so foolish as to undo her work.

Witch. Vampire. Werewolf. Hybrid. When they died, they were shuffled into Qetsiyah’s chosen afterlife, and their souls protected humanity. Humans were spared that fate, but their very existence acted a detriment to the Fae, as it was humanity who embraced iron.

The fastest way to destroy the Veil would be to free Silas. For a while, she and Bonnie had worried that he would succeed. But no one knew where Qetsiyah had hidden Silas’ body, and for all of her father’s attempts to restart Silas’ little cult, he’d always failed. The last real surge in members had ended when they’d been slaughtered, setting her father back decades.

The only other way to destroy what Qetsiyah had put into place would be to destroy the Veil at the root. And while no one understood the magic that had cast out the Fae so many years ago, her father didn’t need to understand the magic of the Veil to break it. He just needed dominion over it. But that was no easy task. Humans and witches could be bribed or fooled. Werewolves hovered at the brink of extinction. But the children of Esther, the hybrids that now walked the earth, defied every master but one. And so her father gathered his pieces and worked to subjugate Klaus’ creations in secret.

Caroline had tried to save Tyler.

She’d tried to talk him out of the part that Bill needed him to play. He’d refused. And the betrayal had burned like acid in her gut.

It had been Tyler, who had helped her dig Elizabeth Forbes’ grave. Her friend who had given her his gloves when her palms started to bleed, had said nothing when her tears had made her clumsy. It had been Tyler who sat with her and Bonnie, listening as Grams told them of the dangers in the world after Caroline had announced she was leaving. But her friend had died long before Caroline had killed him.

She shivered in the wind.

She knew Klaus played his part in that. It was impossible not to. It had been because of Tyler that she’d ended up in New Orleans, after all. The whispers of the destruction of the city, of how entire witch lines had been lost to madness and death had not adequately captured the horror of it. She’d seen what Klaus had left behind: werewolf packs left in ruin, the survivors turned and bound to his will. Broken witches and terror ridden vampires.

But rarely death. Klaus was not so kind to let his true enemies escape him in such a way. Instead, his wake left behind living ghosts. At least in this, she had done her best by her old friend. Whatever had driven him, whatever horror he had witnessed that had turned him so fully against her, she hoped he could find peace from it now.

She wasn’t so sure she’d be so lucky. Klaus was a spector in her life that she didn’t know if she could escape. And tonight, she’d killed his first hybrid. She grimaced. Klaus would not take to that news kindly. Best if she was long gone when he learned of it.

She wondered if she could manage it. She already felt the pull in her chest, the need to see, to touch, burning through her. It has always been like this. When Grams had first mentioned his name all those years ago, she’d felt the smallest of pulls, a jolt of curiosity. A tug she couldn’t explain. And everytime she thought his name, every time she heard another whisper of the night terrors he created, the tug to search him out grew stronger.

She’d deliberately chosen to look for those horrors once, hoping the truth of his nature would terrify her into running away. Instead, the monster that she had cultivated since she was seventeen and covered in her mother’s blood had approved. The more she learned, the more she wanted to know.

It was why she’d helped Bonnie disappear. Whatever happened between her and Klaus, she was determined to protect her friends from the fall out of it. But she was not the only Fae who hunted for information about Klaus, and Bonnie Bennet had helped create his hybrids.

Her people would destroy Bonnie, if they learned that truth. That a witch from Qetsiyah’s line had once again worked great magic against them would light the fires of their impotent rage for a long, long time. As long as Klaus and his hybrids roamed the earth, it made their chances of winning a war that much harder.

Fae magic was powerful, but given forced limitations by the rules they had to follow. Klaus and his creations were bound by no such things. And they were swallowing the world.

It had been nearly five years since the first hint of a hybrid returning to the US since New Orleans had raced through the Supernatural community. Over the decades, the US communities had watched from a distance as Klaus had bent Europe to his will, his creations breaking across city after city like a wave, choking out any dissent in their paths.

London, Paris, Milan. They all fell at Klaus’ feet with little more than a whimper.

The first real sign of his return had been when he turned New Orleans into a witches' graveyard, and then his gaze had turned to Chicago. Her father was no fool, he had to have known that Klaus had made this city the seat of his power in the States. Bill was far too cunning to risk catching Klaus’ attention unless he had a plan, and not knowing the exact details of what that plan was worried her.

Though she could guess part of it.

A sharp whistle cut through the air, and Caroline’s gaze cut along the rigid angles and sharply jutting corners of the builders around her, but she maintained her hiding place. She had no intention of being flushed out of cover like a bird they intended to net but she needed to come up with a plan.

Glancing at her watch, she grimaced.

It was nearly two in the morning.

If her father had chosen to call a Wild Hunt, she had roughly sixty minutes until the witching hour of three A.M. struck, and the Hunt was let loose. The blood tie to her father might have eroded to the point that he could no longer use it to force her obedience, but they had never managed to break it entirely. Fae magic was tricky. Blood ties more so. Instead, Bonnie had done her best to cloud it, to thin the connection to a single, potent thread.

A Wild Hunt would cut through the witch magic hiding her and return her to her father. Caroline was certain the only reason Bill hadn’t tried to do such a thing before was because of the cost. Calling a Hunt took a great deal of personal power. She would only have one shot of slipping away, and the risk of being caught by her father’s soldiers was dangerously high.

Klaus was in Chicago.

Her fingers clenched, and Caroline put her phone away. She wouldn’t risk Bonnie or Enzo by going to Klaus, not yet. Not with Tyler’s blood fresh on her hands. But that didn’t mean she still couldn’t use his presence in the city to her advantage. In a game of half-breeds, it always came down to who was the better gambler.

Supernatural cities always had seedy vampire nightclubs and supernatural friendly bars littered throughout. When Klaus had taken over Chicago, he had commandeered several for his own use. But there was one club in particular that she’d pinned down as potentially being part of his stomping grounds; the number of bodies that were secretly removed from the club gave credence to her theory, though she supposed it could just be a place that attracted excess stupidity.

If she was going to have a chance tonight, she needed to go into that club and stay just long enough to let the scent of mingling supernaturals hide her trail so she could slip away undetected and find a place she could hide from the magic seeking her. If she was lucky, Klaus’ potential presence would act as a deterrent.

It was a risk.

Not only because she needed to keep her own blood-lust in check, but because she had never before let herself venture close enough to Klaus to risk catching a single glimpse of him. She was magically exhausted and wounded, the slow crawl of thirst thick in her throat, and her bones ached with the insistent need that made no logical sense.

She would have to be so very careful. Still, for now, her glamour was holding. Setting her teeth, Caroline turned and headed to the heartbeat of the city. Tonight, she’d find a way to live and tomorrow she’d call Bonnie and they’d work out a plan for her to escape. And she’d have to do it without indulging in a curiosity that had no name but was a pulse in her blood.

The rest is here: A03

(I’ll add the link to FFN once I get it posted.)

#my fic #klaroline #klaroline fanfic

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fnaf-imagines · 4 years

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How the nightmares gang start fall in love? And how they tell their crush? ( Your headcanons so awesome ❤)

Ah, sure thing! ;D

This was pretty fun to write tbh, I had a blast doing so. Also, thank you! QuQ!!

Nightmare Freddy

It starts with a small act of kindness, but not in a way most would expect

Nightmare Freddy loves manners, he’s a gentleman after all even if he is a killer

He demands respect and manners no matter where he goes, so he doesn’t think much when someone does it

But there was something, just one thing about this encounter, that stuck with him

Perhaps it was the way they said the words “Thank you”? Or maybe it was the fact that even though he lost his temper and showed his true strength/anger murdering someone they still took the time to thank him

Whichever one it was he’s now hooked and curious about this person

Thus, he’ll now go out of his way to talk and chat with them, simply asking questions to learn more about them

Of course he returns the favor by letting them ask him anything as well

The way he decides to tell them is how any gentleman would

First he sets up a simple and small dinner and starts the chat like normal, but then he slowly but surely goes into asking them about how they truly feel about him

Eventually he tells them how he feels about them with no holding back, he’s not the type to beat around the bush after all

From there it all depends on what the person chooses

Nightmare Bonnie

He’s usually not the type to let others go just like that

He hates being seen as weak and pathetic, bunnies may not be a deadly looking animal but he’s sure as hell going to change others minds about that soon

But this person? No, they’re different, it was like they understood him in an odd way. All his mannerisms, and that the place he was in was awful

Thus, they showed genuine kindness and offered a place to stay, somewhere cleaner and away from this dark and damp house

Immediately he took their offer, he would surely be yelled at for leaving by Nightmare Freddy and the others, but who cared? Someone was willing to help him

He’s obsessed with cleanliness and things being tidy, just look at his bowtie and guitar, and he was also very respectable of others possessions, especially someone who took him in

Of course from there he decides to also help around, and in fact, goes out of his way leaving things behind for them to find

Small things like perhaps some sweets he got/found, maybe their favorite book? Or even a small note with small words of encouragement for something they were worried about

However, if they’re pointed out then he blushes before turning away and saying its nothing, just to return the favor for them helping him

He may be rude sometimes, but he’s also trying his best, he’s sort of a tsundere after all

So, he hopes that either he gains enough courage to say something, or they make the next move

Nightmare Chica

Okay, now her? She’s definitely a huge brute

She barely ever makes mistakes when taking care of her victims/enemies (or cooking)

But, someone being as rowdy and strong as her? Okay, now you’ve got her attention

And thats how it starts for sure

The crush turns into instant love the moment she sees them take down someone who’s definitely bigger than them

Like, damnnn, she’s got it hard, and tbh she doesn’t even know what to do or how to tell them

She’s never once stopped to think about whether or not she would fall in love with someone

But she figures a good classic confession with a batch of cookies would work

Thus, she spends all day cooking the most perfect batch of chocolate chip (or the person’s favorite kind) cookies and calls for them once they’re cooled down

Once they’ve entered the kitchen she kinda just goes from there and comes out with it, instantly telling them everything she’s been feeling

At the end of it she offers some cookies and they both end up eating them all

However, she still awaits their answer to her confession, being ready for either outcome

Nightmare Foxy

Oh boy, he’s uh, not the type to really care about others or their feelings

If something bad is going on he just ignores it and lets the person be miserable on their own

But, standing up to him? He finds it to be pretty stupid, but brave at the same time

But it does get his attention, and oh no, now he’s starting to feel something too

Something different from his normal angry attitude he feels towards others

It continues to grow from there, he’s honestly clueless and has NO idea whats going on with him, why he suddenly feels like using his strength to protect them instead of use it against them

Or why he growls at anyone who decides to get too close

All he knows is that he can’t get enough somehow, yes its a weird and new feeling for him, but at the same time it keeps him going

And thus he stays around them, while also making sure they stay alive as well

Eventually he can barely take it anymore and confesses in a state of panic, as a last hope that maybe the person causing him to feel this way knows whats going on with him

Its unsure how he handles the news though, about what the reason actually is

Although he’s definitely willing to try to date them, its just up to the person what they want to do

Nightmare Fredbear

Now him? He’s someone who’s known to be nicer towards others from the get-go

Although he also just doesn’t interact with others that much since he’s afraid of scaring them, or hurting them

So, the first thing to get his attention would probably be to go out of your way to hang around with him even if he advises against it

He doesn’t understand it, why would you want to risk him hurting you? Aren’t you scared?

Which would lead to the next step, telling him that you aren’t scared of him

He’s shocked, surprised, at a loss of words and nothing really comes to mind other than the words you just said to him

You aren’t scared of him

Its been a long time since he’s felt something close to love, he’s been craving it and after a while he just gave up

But now that he has a chance at it with this person? Oh boy, he’s so excited, but also scared

What if he messes this up? No, don’t think like that, that’ll only make you nervous

The more time he spends with them the more he opens up, and the closer he gets

Finally he decides to set up a nice area for them to hang out for the evening, a fireplace is lit, and there’s practically blankets and pillows everywhere on the floor next to it

Sitting there he just lets everything he’s been holding back out, and waits with waited breath on what the person says to his confession

Nightmare

Yet another man you might not actively want the attention of

He likes teasing others, messing with them, and then laughing right in their face when he gets the reaction he was looking for

And thats probably what got his attention

He plays a cruel joke, and yet, this person still just ignores him or brushes it off their shoulders, and walks away

Now he’s standing there, with such a confused expression as he watches them continue on, he almost looks like an idiot, funnily enough

But now he wants to get them to react to him, he goes out of his way to hang around them trying everything he’s done before or that he knows of just to see what they do

He only gets hooked even more when instead of running away they look him in the eye and yell at him, telling him to back off

Now he definitely doesn’t want to let go

Nightmare isn’t good at romance, he doesn’t particularly like going all out with candles, romantic movies, and a romantic evening in general

Instead, he decides to casually slip it into conversation next time he decides to appear and bother them

The fact that the person he just confessed his feelings to does a double-take is enough to make him smirk in satisfaction

With the thought that 1) he finally got a reaction out of them instead of them ignoring him, and 2) by the obvious blush on their face its clear that they must have some sort of feelings for him too

But, instead of making assumptions he simply waits for them to respond, no use giving yourself false hope, right?

#fnaf imagines #fnaf 4 #headcanons #nightmare freddy #nightmare bonnie #nightmare chica #nightmare foxy #nightmare fredbear #nightmare

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joviewinchester · 4 years

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31 Nights of Halloween Special!

Day 6: “i know you missed me. just admit it. i saw you visit my grave every day.”

A/N: I’ve never written for Jeremy before so cut me some slack. Lol

Two months had passed since she died. Y/N Forbes. Adopted by Liz Forbes. A diamond in the rough. Some might even say she was the sweetheart of Mystic Falls, but most importantly, she was the love of Jeremy Gilbert’s life.

Just like the day before and the day before that, Jer visited her grave with tears in his eyes. He wiped them off his cheeks with the sleeve of his jacket.

“Hey, Y/N. I know you’re probably at peace, so you most likely don’t hear a word I say, but I miss you. I miss you so much. I visit everyday, and I play that song you like on repeat. I’m not doing too well. Everyone seems to think that you’re still trapped. The gang keeps trying to find spells to bring you back. They miss you as much as I do, especially Caroline and Damon. Things were so much better with you here. I’ve seen your mom around. She isn’t the same. One time we actually ran into each other here. She might be doing worse than I am… But I hope you’re okay wherever you are. I didn’t get to say this when you were alive, but…I love you, Y/N.”

He stood up, wiped his tears again, and left the cemetery to meet the gang at the Salvatore house.

“I don’t understand why we can’t tell him!” Damon exclaimed.

“He’s already hurting! We can’t just say ‘Oh. Hey, Jeremy. By the way, your girlfriend is alive now. Yeah. You know... the one that’s been dead for two months.’” Bonnie said.

“Are you kidding?! He’ll be worse if we don’t tell him!” Damon said.

“Guys. When’s she supposed to wake up?” Stefan asked.

“Oh. Yeah. She should be waking up anytime now.” Bonnie said.

They all waited in anticipation. After ten minutes passed, Damon began to grow impatient.

“Do we just have a corpse in my living room for nothing?! I thought you said it’d be soon, Bonnie!” Damon complained.

The two began arguing, but Elena and Caroline stopped them.

“Guys! Look!” Elena said. Y/N shot up from her position on their couch, and took in her surroundings.

She got off the couch and immediately hugged Damon. “Okay. Thanks a lot, Y/N.” Caroline said.

“Hey kid. I missed you.” He said. “I know. You cry a lot for someone who’s gone through death so much.” Y/N joked.

Damon rolled his eyes and let go of her. The hugging continued until everyone heard the door open.

“Jer.” She whispered. “Y/N?” He asked.

She ran over and hugged him. A few minutes passed and no one said a word.

“Alright. Alright. That’s enough. Break it up, kids.” Damon said pushing them apart.

“Are those tears or just salty water?” Y/N joked.

Jeremy rolled his eyes at her sarcasm, even though he missed it. “Alright. You two go talk or whatever. I’m throwing you a ‘Congratulations you aren’t dead!’ party.” Damon said seriously.

“Gee thanks.” She replied with even more sarcasm. “Come on.” She said grabbing Jeremy’s hand and running out the door.

Damon sighed. “Kids. Gotta love em…Anyways. Let’s get to planning this party. Caroline, we’re in charge…Elena, stop looking at me like that. You can help too. Let’s get to work. Bunny killer, you’re in charge of food. Make sure it’s siren appropriate. Bon Bon, you and Elena invite some guests…but only people who won’t be wigged out by a ‘Congratulations you aren’t dead!’ party. Me and Caroline have got the decorations. Come on. We don’t have all day people!”

“Where are we even going, Y/N?” Jeremy asked as she hopped in his car grabbing the keys from his hand before he had the chance to protest.

“I don’t know. Just anywhere but a graveyard.”

“Oh. Ha. Ha.” Jer remarked sarcastically.

“You know, I know you missed me. Just admit it. I saw you visit my grave everyday.” She said.

“You weren’t still there this morning by any chance, were you?”

“Why? Were you breaking up with me?” She joked.

“No. It’s just…there’s some things that I didn’t get to tell you before the…incident.”

She pulled over at the sound of his voice growing serious.

She turned to look at him, and held his hands in hers and smiled. He turned away from her gaze.

“Seriously, Jer, what is it?”

“Y/N, I…I love you.” Her smile became brighter, and she leaned in and kissed him hard causing him to almost fall from his sitting position.

“I’m hoping that kiss meant that you love me too.”

“Of course I do, you idiot. I’ve been in love with you since Elena and Caroline practically forced us to hang out as kids.”

“Thank God. Oh and by the way, congratulations you aren’t dead.” He said with a mischievous smile.

She just rolled her eyes and kissed him again.

#the vampire diaries #tvd imagine #halloween 2020 #spooky time #spooktober #jeremy gilbert #jeremy gilbert x reader #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #elena gilbert #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett

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thebrotherssalvatore321 · 3 years

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Keeping Secrets Ch. 48

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

A week later Klaus and Katie sat at a dining table in their quarters having breakfast. He had a plate of steak and eggs and she had a bowl of shredded wheat with banana slices in it and strawberries and kiwi’s on the side. “So you have yet to answer my questions from last night.” Klaus started then took a drink of the blood in his glass. “I’m starting to think you’re avoiding them.”

“What were your questions again?” Katie genuinely asked, not remembering his questions.

“Why have you been biting Rebekah’s head off?” he asked.

“Do we have to ruin breakfast by talking about Rebekah?” she asked back.

“Yes.” He answered and then took a bite of eggs.

“She told Davina about the elders being dead and had her all worked up and ready to run away.” Katie answered. “Your sister loves to conspire behind your back and I have a bad feeling that she's up to something. I mean, why else would she try to turn Davina against everyone?” Katie asked. “Not to mention, how did she even know where Marcel took Davina?”

Klaus frowned at her. “Sweetheart, Rebekah is Rebekah. She is always scheming against me and over half the time nothing comes of it.” he told her. “Stress is not healthy for you or the baby. Will you leave worrying about Rebekah to me?”

Katie took a deep breath and let it out through her nose. “Fine.” She turned her attention to her cereal and focused on eating it before it turned mushy. When she was done with it she realized that Klaus had said questions, plural. “What other questions did I not answer?”

“In the car, after we visited the church, you were thinking hard about something. I wanted to know what you were thinking about, but you do not have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He replied then pushed his empty plate away.

“I was thinking about me and Damon.” She answered, making him cross his arms over his chest with a frown as he watched her stare at her plate pushing a kiwi slice around with a fork. “When we were together he asked me to be his moral compass, help him make better decisions, but…it didn’t work because I couldn't be what he needed me to be and he never listened anyway. He wanted me to make him a better person and I failed."

"But with you…I’m changing you even though that was never my intention and we both know I’m not fit to be anyone’s moral compass.” She sat the fork down and looked across the table at him. “Elijah and Rebekah have both said that I’m what you need, that I’ll help Elijah redeem you. I thought they were full of it until I saw you reach out and help people that it would be super easy for you to write off and turn away from. I don’t understand it. How can I be your redemption when I’m not good?” she explained then shook her head and blinked out of her thoughts. “I’m over thinking what doesn’t need to be over thought.”

As Klaus watched her finish her strawberries and kiwi’s he thought about what she just told him and when she was done he spoke up. “Elijah puts too much pressure on you.” she just sighed and pulled her feet up into the chair and rested her chin on her arms folded on top of her knees. “You inspire me to be a better man just by being who you are…loving me in spite of my flaws and making me want to be worthy of you and your affections.” A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips, she felt the same way about him. She wanted nothing more than to earn the invisible crown he had placed on her head. “Affections that I hope will grow when I keep my promise to you.'' He stood up and pulled tickets out of the inner pocket of the jacket he was wearing. “Feeling up to a visit to Mystic Falls?”

Her eyes instantly brightened. “You’re serious?”

“Damon has informed me that Katerina Petrova is human and on her deathbed.” he told her with a devious smirk. “All the more reason to make the trip.”

An excited laugh left her smiling lips as she launched herself from the chair into his arms that caught her and spun her around. “You’re. Freaking. Awesome.” She told him between kisses and he laughed when she pressed her lips to his in a final lingering kiss then pulled back. “I have to call Caroline and Elena.”

She rushed off to the bedroom where her phone was charging and called her friends. After excitedly gushing on the phone with her friends she found Klaus sitting on the patio couch on the balcony and straddled his lap, holding the sides of his neck as she looked deeply into his eyes. “I love you.”

“That, My Queen, is what I aspire to hear every day.” He told her as he cupped her cheek in his hand then kissed her deeply.

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The two of them sat side by side in the economy class seats of the plane. Katie stared out the window at the blue sky and white puffy clouds below. “I’m not complaining, but I’m surprised you didn’t spring from first class seats.”

“First class and business seats have dividers between them. We wouldn’t be able to see or touch each other and this is our first flight together.” He explained as he slipped his hand over hers that rested on the armrest of the seat. “So I bought the third seat to give us more space.” He said with a motion to the empty aisle seat. Katie just smiled at him and slipped her hand over her stomach. “How is our princess today?” he asked when he saw her hand move the slightest bit from the baby’s kick.

“Squirmy.” Katie answered. “I’m not sure she likes the turbulence.”

“Hang in there for a couple more hours, Little One.” Klaus told the baby as he placed his hand over Katie’s and pecked her on the cheek.

A sweet looking old lady across the aisle smiled at them having overheard their conversation in the close confinements of the plane. When Katie noticed the woman asked, “How far along are you, hun?”

“Twenty four weeks.” Katie answered with a small smile, not bothered by the woman’s curiosity.

“Oh, a little over half way there. Is this your first?” She asked with a look between Katie and Klaus. Deciding to go with the simple answer Katie nodded. “A little advice, don’t bother wasting your time packing a huge bag to bring to the hospital. They will have everything you and the baby need there. My granddaughter packed half her house and only ever touched the clothes she packed to wear home and the cute clothes she packed for the baby.”

“That’s good to know. Thank you.” Katie told her genuinely grateful for the advice. The woman smiled and gave her a nod, letting the conversation fall.

“Are we planning on having more?” Klaus asked her quietly, the question of if this was their first, kick starting his thoughts.

“Would you want more?” Katie was a little surprised at his question.

“I’d never thought about it until now.” he answered.

“Then let’s see if we can manage to bring this little one into the world safely before we discuss the possibility of more Mikaelson rugrats.” She answered with a small smile that he returned then pecked her on the lips.

When the flight was over the lady wished them luck and happiness in their future endeavors. It was the first time Katie had felt something even close to normal since becoming pregnant, like she and Klaus were just your average, everyday, happy, expecting couple.

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“She pretended to be buried in a tomb for 145 years while I waited for her lying ass.” Katie and Klaus heard Damon say as they let themselves into the boarding house. “Wait, does that beat pretending to be Elena and kissing me on the front porch of your old house?”

“Don’t think so.” Jeremy answered as they followed the voices and the smell of bourbon to the library.

“I don’t think so either, damn.” They walked in as Damon threw back a shot. “Quarterback go.” Not seeing them he held a shot glass out to Matt who failed to come up with a reason to take the shot quick enough. “Think on that. Little Gilbert?” Damon held the shot glass out to Jeremy and his eyes landed on Katie as Jeremy took it from his hand.

“She fed me to Silas and I died.” Jeremy threw back a shot and picked up another. “Then she made me crash my car into a pole and left me for dead, again.” Jeremy and Matt then noticed her and Klaus.

Katie walked over and picked up a shot glass. “She snapped my neck, killing not only me but my unborn child.” She smelled the glass missing the taste then passed it to Klaus who took the shot.

He set the glass down then picked up another one and held it up. “On the night I planned on sacrificing her she stole the moonstone, ran, and then proceeded to evade me like the slippery little snake she is for over five hundred years. Cheers.” He threw back the shot and set it back down on the table.

Matt picked up a glass. “My sister’s dead because of her.”

“Yes, she is because I wouldn’t have even been in town to turn Vicki into a murderous vampire if I wasn’t trying to get Katherine out of a tomb she wasn't in.” He handed Matt and Jeremy glasses and motioned Klaus to the table as he said, “Group shot.”

“Seriously?” Katie heard Elena say and turned around to see her and Caroline walk into the room. Excited to see them she ran over getting embraced by her two friends, all of them laughing, happy to see each other again. “There’s someone else who’s missed you.” Elena told her as they let each other go.

Katie followed Elena and Caroline’s eyes to see Bonnie step into the room with a smile on her face. “Oh my god, Bonnie?” Katie asked in shock. “You’re alive?”

Bonnie nodded, her bobbed off dark hair moving as she did. “I’m alive, kind of.”

Katie ran to her and threw her arms around her, happy to find that she wasn’t a ghost. “You’re alive.” Katie laughed with happy tears on her face.

“And you’re pregnant.” Bonnie said with a laugh as she pushed Katie back and looked down at her small, but clearly protruding stomach.

“And…” Katie started as she and Bonnie walked over to stand in a circle with Elena and Caroline, “Human.”

“What?” “Did you find another cure?” “Come again.” Elena, Caroline and Bonnie asked at the same time.

“Mystical side effect of a supernatural pregnancy…nature finding a balance and all that.” Katie answered.

“But you’re still wearing your daylight ring.” Elena pointed out.

“I’ve gotten a little attached to it.” Katie shrugged.

“How long are you in town for?” Caroline asked with an excited smile.

“Uh…we haven’t discussed that part.” Katie said with an unsure look behind her to Klaus.

“Don’t look at me, Love, those were open ended tickets.” Klaus answered.

“Well, we can’t leave New Orleans under Marcel’s control for too long so…four days?” Katie asked Klaus.

“Things are calm back home, why not make it a week?” he proposed, making Katie smile.

She looked back at her friends, “Then I guess I’ll be here for a week.”

“So he’s staying?” Jeremy asked, making everyone look at him to see him looking at Klaus.

“Look, I know he’s tried to kill Elena in the past.” Katie started as she walked back over to the middle of the library.

“Did kill Elena, technically.” Klaus corrected with a wrinkle of his nose.

Katie deadpanned at him over her shoulder, “Not helping.” Klaus smirked and held his hands up in surrender. She looked back at Jeremy, “As long as Tyler Lockwood steers clear we shouldn’t have any problems. That is if Tyler is still here.”

“He’s not. I haven’t seen him since we broke up.” Caroline spoke up as she walked over to the table of now refilled shot glasses. “Did you know your dad’s here? My mom got a call about mysterious activity at your house and when she went to check it out your dad answered the door.”

“Marcel mentioned it, but Bradley failed to tell me he was leaving town.” Katie answered as she watched Caroline grab a shot glass.

“We were toasting to all the horrible things Katherine’s done, right?” she asked and everyone hummed a positive answer. “Tyler’s werewolf curse got triggered because of her.” Caroline said, then threw back the shot making Katie remember that Katherine compelled a girl to attack Tyler so that he would kill her and trigger his curse so Klaus could have someone to sacrifice.

“If anyone is drinking to Katherine’s last days, it’s me.” Elena said as she walked over and grabbed a glass. “She impersonated me, repeatedly.” She threw back the shot then picked up another one. “Made Aunt Jenna stab herself in the stomach and cut uncle John’s fingers off.” She threw back the next one.

“He might have deserved that.” Jeremy spoke up and everyone, even Elena agreed.

As more shots were poured and toasts made, Klaus made himself comfortable in an armchair and pulled Katie down to sit in his lap, drinking Katie’s shots for her whenever she made a toast.

“Klaus followed her to Mystic Falls and because of that, we lost Jenna” Elena toasted.

“And Alaric.” Damon added.

Soon the bottle was empty and Matt left to get another. “She tried to kill me at least twice.” Elena said.

“She did kill me.” Caroline countered then thought about it. “Although I’m weirdly better off.”

“At least she killed you for a specific reason.” Katie spoke up. “Which now that I think about it was for you to sacrifice along with Tyler.” She thought out loud with a look at Klaus then shook her head as she got back to her point. “The message she gave you, “game on” actually made sense while I got, “You’re welcome.” I still don’t know if she thinks she saved me from teen motherhood or if she killed me for you.” Katie said with a motion at Damon.

“If that’s the case, he blew it.” Klaus spoke up.

“Yeah he’s good at that.” Elena added with an eye roll and Katie looked at Bonnie and Caroline with curious eyes. Caroline mouthed that Damon broke up with her and Katie bit her lips closed keeping her comments about Damon being an idiot to herself.

“So where is the dying doppelganger?” Klaus asked.

“In Stefan’s room.” Damon answered then threw back a shot. Klaus patted Katie’s thigh asking her to let him up so she did.

“Don’t kill her?” Katie asked, making him stop and look back at her with a questioning look.

“And end her suffering too soon?” he asked back with a smirk. “I’m just going to talk to her.” he told her feigning innocence.

“Uh huh, sure you are.” Katie told him with a quiet laugh and shake of her head.

“By all means, have at it.” Damon told him with a wave in the direction of Stefan’s room and as Klaus headed to torment Katherine, Katie sat back down in the chair. “Rumor has it she burned down the entire city of Atlanta once.” Damon said getting back to the Katherine hating.

“All right. Knock it off or take it somewhere else.” Stefan said as he walked into the room. “You guys are being insensitive.”

“Come on Stefan, don’t let the sight of a frail, human, Elena look-alike cloud your memories of the manipulative psycho that she is.” Damon held out one of the last two shots to his brother.

Stefan took it. “In 1864, Katherine moved into my home, compelled me to love her, seduced my brother, fed us full of vampire blood, and then started a war with the town that got us killed.”

“Exactly, bottoms up!” Damon said then threw back a shot.

“But centuries before that, she was just an innocent girl who was shunned by her family. So for 500 years she lied and manipulated and did whatever she had to do to survive and she did. She’s a survivor, right? So that’s the girl that I will drink to today. Cheers.” Stefan threw back his shot.

“Please, one night of hot sex with her and you’re brainwashed?” Damon asked.

“What?” Elena asked.

“What?” Bonnie asked with a confused blink.

“And just like that, morning sickness makes a comeback.” Katie chipped in with a disgusted face.

“Oh, my…” Caroline said then looked at Elena. “I forgot to tell you. You were kidnapped and hostaged and…”

Katie looked at Elena, “You were taken hostage?”

“We really do all have a lot of catching up to do.” Caroline complained.

“The bottle’s empty I should probably-” Stefan started, but Damon grabbed the empty bottle and stood up.

“That’s why you never send a bust boy to do a man’s job.” He said as he turned around. “Nadia, the devil’s spawn.” He said, making them all notice a tall beautiful brunette standing in the doorway of the library. “Hey Caroline, did you remember to tell Elena that?”

Katie looked at Caroline to see her face palm. “I think my mind just exploded.” Elena groaned as she stood up.

“Katherine’s daughter is still alive?” Katie asked Caroline who nodded then dropped her hand.

“Katherine’s upstairs.” Elena told Nadia then took a shot.

“Actually, I’m here to see all of you.” Nadia replied as she walked into the room. “Although, I don’t know who you are.” She said with a point to Katie who just flicked her wrist at her in a wave not bothering to introduce herself. “I found a way to save my mother and I need some help.” Damon pretty much told her to go to hell. “I figured as much. Which is why I found that old safe your brother spent his summer drowning in and buried it on this property with your friend Matt inside of it.” Katie stood from Klaus’s lap now completely interested in what this woman had to say. “Oh, without this.” She held up one of the two resurrection rings like Alaric and John used to wear and set it on the table she was standing next to. “Volunteers?” Nadia asked.

Elena and Stefan volunteered and left with her. Caroline, Bonnie and Jeremy volunteered to search the property for Matt.

Katie found Klaus messing with a passed out Katherine’s head and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. “You’re welcome to join me.” Klaus told her, not getting out of Katherine’s head.

“Um, maybe later if we have time. I need your help with something.” He gave her his full attention. She jerked her head for him to come downstairs. “Katherine’s daughter is apparently still alive and has taken Matt. She buried him in a safe somewhere on the property. Will you help find him?” she asked as they came into the library.

There was no way he could say no to the worried look in her eyes. Even if Matt was just a useless human to him, he meant something to Katie. “Of course.” He motioned her to the front door and as they walked away Katie heard Damon make the sound of a cracking whip. Katie rolled her eyes and kept on walking. When they got outside they saw Bonnie, Jeremy and Caroline walking off to the left of the house. So Katie and Klaus went to the right.

It didn’t take too long before Klaus could hear Matt’s distant cry for help, wrapped his arm around Katie then whooshed them to the mound of dirt covering Matt, who Katie could now hear screaming inside the safe. In a little under thirty minutes Klaus had uncovered the safe and broken the door open. “Klaus.” Matt huffed as he stood up and saw his rescuer. “Never thought I’d be saying this to you, but thank you.”

“Thank Katie.” Klaus replied with a smirk then jerked his head in the direction of the house.

Matt looked at Katie as they started walking back to the boarding house. “Thank you.”

“Matt, I hate most of the humans in this town. You’re one of the two that I don’t hate.”

“Who’s the second?” he and Klaus both asked.

“Sheriff Forbes.” Katie answered.

“What about Jeremy?” Matt asked.

“Is he human now?” she asked, a little confused. “I mean, he’s come back from the dead twice, he was a hunter and he can see dead people. I kind of don’t count him as human, but if you do then he’s the third person on the list.”

When they got back to the boarding house they found out that while everyone was gone Nadia had broken Damon’s neck. No one knew what she’d done, but no one seemed to care because Katherine was still lying in Stefan’s bed, slowly dying.

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Later that night, the two of them sat in the Salvatore living room along with Caroline, Jeremy, Bonnie and Matt listening to Bonnie explain to Katie how she was both alive and dead at the same time because she was the anchor to the other side. Elena was upstairs with Katherine. “So this anchor thing, does it mean that you’ll, like, be able to feel Katherine’s death or whatever?” Matt asked Bonnie.

“I think so. I mean, she’s human, but she’s also a doppelganger and a traveler apparently.” Bonnie answered and Katie made a mental note to find out what a traveler was.

“So who else do you see over there?” Matt asked. “Anybody I know?”

“I see lots of people.” Bonnie answered. “My grams, the other witches…Vicki.” Katie looked at Matt to see that he looked like he was about to cry. “I just don’t talk about it, you know, it just…” Bonnie shrugged then looked over her shoulder as if someone was there then laughed and looked at Matt.

“What’s happening?” Matt asked.

“She’s here. She said she loves you.” Bonnie answered, then looked behind her as if she were listening to Vicki.

“Wait, what’s happening? What am I missing?” Matt asked.

“Me.” They all looked at the doorway to see Tyler standing on the front landing with a duffle bag in his hand, his eyes trained on Caroline.

“I think that’s our cue to call it a night.” Katie said as she stood from the couch and held her hand out for Klaus who took it and stood up.

“No.” Caroline said as she stood up and glared at Tyler. “He’s the one that needs to leave.”

Tyler then noticed Katie and Klaus and his eyes widened before he looked back at Caroline. “They told you.”

“That you tried to murder my best friend’s baby?” Caroline asked, clearly pissed at him.

“Hybrid baby.” Tyler argued. “The hybrid part is important considering he can use it to sire hybrids without Elena’s blood. I bet they left that part out of the story.”

Caroline looked back at Katie who was standing beside Klaus, his arm wrapped around her waist. Caroline bit her lip in thought then looked back at Tyler. “It’s still just an innocent baby, Tyler. The baby of someone you used to consider a friend before you became so hell bent on a revenge mission that is turning you into a completely different person.”

“He killed my mom, Caroline!” Tyler yelled at her, making Katie roll her eyes.

“And I’ve killed twelve witches and a carnival worker!” Caroline yelled back. “Elena killed a hunter and a waitress, Damon and Stefan have killed countless people, but I can guarantee that none of them have attempted to kill a baby!”

Damon walked through the front door with a bottle of bourbon in his hand and Tyler turned to look at the pure rage in his wide blue eyes. “Get the hell out of this house.” Stefan came in and walked around the two guys.

“What the hell do you care? She’s sleeping with your enemy now.” Tyler told him with a glare.

“There is one big difference between you and all of us that Blondie left out.” Damon told him as he walked over to look down at Tyler. “We love Katie and that baby, hybrid or not.” Damon jerked his head for Tyler to look behind him. When he turned around he saw Caroline and Stefan standing behind him, veins popping under their reddened eyes. Bonnie held Jeremy’s crossbow loaded with a stake, aimed at Tyler’s chest and when Tyler looked at Klaus he saw the veins under his red and amber eyes. When he looked back at Damon, Damon smiled with a hiss showing off his sharp fangs. Tyler pushed his bag higher up on his shoulder as he walked around Damon and out of the open front door.

When he was gone they all turned to see Katie with tears pooled in her eyes. “Holy shit.” She laughed and wiped her eyes. They all smiled at her as they made themselves comfortable around the room. Katie and Klaus remained standing.

Damon walked over to her and leaned down looking her in the eyes. “I told you I would always love you.” he pecked her on the forehead then looked at Klaus and pointed at him with the bottle in his hand. “Don’t screw it up like your brother did, otherwise we might have to try to kill you again.”

“Try being the key word.” Katie said with a smirk as she cut her eyes up at Damon who looked down and returned the smirk.

“Katie.” Bonnie spoke up and Katie looked at her to see her looking at the fireplace a few feet away from where she and Klaus were standing. “Your mom’s here.”

“What?” Katie asked with a look back and forth between Bonnie and where she was looking.

“She wants me to tell you that she loves you, she’s happy you’ve listened to your heart and keep it up kiddo.” Bonnie told her.

Katie smiled and looked around the room, “I love you too, mom.” She looked at Bonnie. “Thanks.”

To lighten things up Stefan looked at the table behind the couch in the parlor and said, “So we’ve really gone through four bottles of bourbon today?”

“Oh my god.” Bonnie whispered.

“Alaric?” Jeremy asked as he turned around and looked behind the couch.

“Ric’s here?” Damon asked.

“Where the hell have you been?” Jeremy asked Alaric, “I thought you bailed on us to go find peace or somethin’.”

Bonnie and Jeremy laughed a little. “He’s talking about me isn’t he?” Damon asked.

“He…says you’re a dick.” Jeremy answered.

Katie noticed Bonnie’s face fall before she said, “Katherine.”

“Ding-dong. Does that mean the witch is dead?” Damon asked, making Katie smirk at him and Stefan nodded.

“Well I say that’s a cause for celebration.” Caroline spoke up with a cheerful smile. “I say tomorrow night we throw a party to celebrate Katie’s return and Katherine’s death.”

“Hell yeah.” Damon said as he held up his bottle and everyone else agreed that it was a good idea.

“Will there be karaoke?” Klaus asked, making everyone give him a confused look and Katie gave him a glare.

“Isn’t Karaoke kind of cheesy?” Damon asked, voicing everyone’s thoughts.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me none of you know abo-” he was cut off when Katie put her hand over his mouth and he started laughing.

“Ignore him.” Katie said with an embarrassed smile and red cheeks. “Karaoke is cheesy and should be nowhere near me.”

Klaus pushed her hand down and looked at her. “How is it possible that you’ve been friends with these people for nineteen years and they don’t know that you can sing?”

“You can sing?” Caroline asked with raised brows and a smile.

“Nope.” Katie answered evasively and Klaus rolled his eyes at her.

“See for yourselves.” Klaus pulled out his phone, pulled up a video and handed it to Caroline.

When “The Good Life” by Three Days Grace hit her ears along with her voice singing the lyrics Katie turned and punched Klaus in the shoulder. He leaned away from her and rubbed his shoulder with an open mouthed laugh. “You didn’t tell me you recorded me.”

“Because you would have deleted it the first chance you got.” He argued.

“Yeah and as soon as I can get my hands on your phone I will.” She told him.

“I’ll just have Elijah send it to me again.” He told her with a devious smirk letting her know that Elijah had recorded her too.

“Okay, it’s settled.” Caroline said as she tossed Klaus his phone back. “We’re having Karaoke.”

“No.” Katie begged.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I agree with Barbie.” Damon said and everyone else agreed.

“I was humanity-less and drunk when I did that.” Katie reasoned. “Now I can’t be either.”

“Come on.” Bonnie told her with a smile and a tilt of her head. “When was the last time you let loose and had fun with us? Besides, you may not be able to get drunk, but I’m sure everyone else in the place will be.” Bonnie pointed out. “Speaking of place, where are we having this party? We can’t have it here considering there’s a rotting corpse upstairs and Tyler’s is out of the question.”

Everyone looked at Katie and Klaus. “Our place it is.” He said with a look down at Katie who nodded in agreement then covered her yawn with the back of her hand. “Which is probably where we’re about to be heading.” Katie nodded, still yawning before she dropped her hand.

“It’s only eleven thirty.” Stefan of all people pointed out.

“I woke up at five thirty this morning to catch a flight here.” Katie defended. “And Baby M. likes her sleep.” Katie held her hand up over her shoulder and Klaus placed his hand in it. “Good night everyone.” They all chimed their goodnights as Katie and Klaus left.

When they got to the mansion they went straight to Katie’s room, got dressed for bed and she crawled between the clean sheets with a sigh. Not quite ready to go to sleep, she laid on her side with her head on Klaus’s shoulder thinking about her first day back in Mystic Falls. How Damon called Klaus whipped, how Klaus helped save Matt even though he didn’t like Matt, how amazing it was that Bonnie was back and the fact that all of her friends stood up to Tyler for her.

“I may have withheld a certain bit of information when I told you about my reasons for wanting to fly you here.” Klaus said quietly and Katie propped her head up with her elbow and hand to look down at him. “You are good at pushing back and ignoring the things that weigh you down, but I could see that missing your friends was getting to you. Then, when we learned of Bonnie’s passing, it got worse.” He reached over and brushed his fingers down her cheek, running his thumb along her cheekbone. “So when Caroline called and told me about Bonnie’s return to our side and asked me to fly you here I couldn’t say no.”

“Even though my friends have tried to kill you several times in the past?” she asked with an amused smirk. “And they did kill two of your brothers.”

“Yes, well, they also stood against Tyler for you and our baby today. So I’ll take that as a sign that the days of them plotting against us Mikaelson’s and shunning you for having something to do with me are over.” He let his hand slip from her face.

“After they turned their backs on me I thought I’d never be able to call them friends again, but seeing them stand together tonight and tell Tyler to get lost…It was a little overwhelming.” She told him, sounding lost in thought.

“Just goes to show how much we’ve all changed over the past year.” He pointed out and she realized that it really had been a year since she and Klaus first slept together.

“Wow.” She whispered at the thought. “We’ve been together for a year now, I mean, I was out of it for three months of it but I still count it.”

“And I look forward to many more years spent with you by my side, Little Phoenix.” He told her then pecked her on the cheek thinking she was too tired for more.

But she placed her hand on the back of his neck, stopping him from pulling away. “Thank you for planning this trip for me.”

“So you’re not upset that I withheld information and worked with Caroline behind your back?” he asked then pulled puppy dog eyes.

She placed a lingering kiss to his lips that caressed hers then pulled back and gave him a smirk. “No. I’m not mad you worked with my best friend to surprise me even though I usually hate surprises.”

“Good, now get some sleep before you pass out.” He told her with a look at her heavy eyelids.

“Sir, yes, sir.” She sighed, making him chuckle as she cuddled into his side, using him as a body pillow and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

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The next morning after breakfast Katie and Klaus drove to her house and found a Honda accord parked in the driveway. Klaus parked behind it and killed the car. Katie got out then noticed that Klaus didn’t. “Are you coming with me?”

“No, Love, I think this will go down better if I’m not around to intimidate him.” he replied with a closed lipped smile. “But I’ll be close.”

“I know you usually don’t because you respect my privacy and all, but will you eavesdrop, just in case something is off with him?” she asked and he nodded.

With a huff she shut the door and walked up the sidewalk to the front door, raised her hand and knocked. Her father’s eyes went wide when he saw that it was her. “Scarlett.”

“Hi.” She said with an awkward flick of her wrist.

“What are you doing here?” he asked when the shock faded and he stepped aside for her to come in.

“I could ask you the same question.” She pointed out. “One minute you’re taking me to the eye doctor and the next Marcel is telling me that you went home to Virginia. Not to sound like a bitch, but why the hell didn’t I get so much as a see you later?”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I wasn’t intending on staying. I was just coming to get some things out of the basement.” Katie gave him a look that asked him to keep talking. “But when I got back I ran into Liz and we started talking and rekindled an old flame.”

“So you’re moving back because of Caroline’s mom?” Katie asked with a scrunched up face.

“I was planning on coming back and telling you goodbye.” He told her with a shake of his head.

“Goodbye?” Katie asked with a glare. “After all of that I want to be a family, please allow me to be a part of your life bullshit you spouted?”

“I do want to be a part of your life and my grandchild’s.” He argued. “I don’t have to live in New Orleans to do that. Besides, you don’t need me. You’re all grown up with a family of originals who would rip the head off of anyone who so much as threatened to harm a hair on your head.”

Katie sighed and let her head fall forward as she scratched at the back of her neck. “I’m sorry.” She told him as she looked back up at him then around the living room they stood in. “So you and Sheriff Forbes huh?” she asked with an odd look on her face and her father nodded. “Weird, but whatever floats your boat I guess. Let’s just hope she doesn’t turn you to the other team like she did Bill.” she joked and he just shook his head at her.

“Hey while I’m thinking about it, what happened to my roll top desk?” he asked as Katie moved to the front door.

She placed her hand on the doorknob as she thought about it. “You mean the one with your hidden will in it?” she asked rhetorically. “I moved it to the Salvatore boarding house when Grandpa kicked me out and I lived there for a while. I don’t know what happened to it after that. Ask Damon or Stefan.” She answered. “I don’t want to make Klaus wait in the car too long so I gotta go.”

“See you later.” he said as he watched her pull the door open and leave.

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Katie stood in front of the mirrored door of the wardrobe looking at herself in the dress she’d bought for the party that had already started down stairs, someone singing bad karaoke clearly already drunk. Klaus walked up behind her taking in the floor length, royal blue, flowy dress with halter straps and an off the shoulder ruffle. “You look beautiful, just so you know.”

“Thank you.” she told him with a smile.

“Do you know what you’re going to sing?” he asked with a devious look.

“Actually, yeah, I do.” She told him as she turned in his arms. “but it might ruin your “I’m Klaus Mikaelson, fear me” reputation.”

“I think your friends stopped fearing me the moment they realized you have me wrapped around your finger.” He told her with a mock serious look.

“Okay then.” She pecked him on the nose making him smile, showing off his dimples, then grabbed his hand. “Let’s not keep the embarrassment waiting.”

When they got down stairs the song that someone was singing terribly and out of key was over so Klaus whooshed them over to the computer the karaoke machine was hooked up to in the corner of the ballroom. “Hey, I was next.” A girl complained.

Klaus turned and placed his hand on her shoulder as he looked her in the eyes. “Wait a tic, yeah?” the girl hummed and Klaus looked back at Katie. “Give me a minute to gather your friends before you start?” he asked as she nodded and started searching for the song she wanted to sing.

When all of her friends were gathered in the room Klaus gave her a nod. She took in a calming breath then let it out, hit play, stepped up to the microphone on the stand and closed her eyes. “Arms” by Christina Perri started playing and Katie started singing, “I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart. But you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start.” she opened her eyes and looked at Klaus “You put your arms around me and I believe that it’s easier for you to let me go. You put your arms around me and I’m home.” As she turned her eyes to Damon, Elena, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie and Matt she noticed they all seemed impressed. “The world is coming down on me and I can’t find a reason to be loved. I never want to leave you, but I can’t make you bleed if I’m alone.” Her eyes traveled to the rest of the ballroom, packed with kids she recognized from school, but didn’t personally know as well as people she’d never even seen before. All of them had stopped what they were doing to watch her. She thought having all eyes on her would be intimidating, but it had the opposite effect and filled her with confidence. “I hope that you see right through my walls. I hope that you catch me ‘cause I’m already fallin’. I’ll never let another love get so close. You put your arms around me and I’m home.” She looked back at Klaus. “I’ve never opened up, I’ve never truly loved, ‘till you put your arms around me and became home.”

When the song was over Katie put the microphone back on the stand where she had taken it from and walked over to her friends who all said they never expected her to be able to sing. “Why didn’t you tell me you could sing like that?” Damon asked as she walked away from the group headed to the kitchen to find something non-alcoholic to drink and he followed.

“You never asked.” She answered simply as she opened the cooler sitting on the floor and found a can of coke, probably intended to be a mixer. “Just like you never asked about my poetry or what I would do if I decided not to go to med. school.” She added. “You never asked or did a lot of things that you should have.”

“Like take you out on a date?” he asked with a smirk.

“For starters.” She told him with a nod as she pulled herself up to sit on the kitchen cabinet.

“And Klaus asks and does all the things I didn’t?” Damon asked with a disbelieving look.

“Let’s just say that the first thing he did was take me out on a really nice date.” She told him then took a drink of the cold coke in her hand.

“And where does a psychopath like Klaus take a girl on a date?” Damon asked. “A killing spree?”

“He’s not a psychopath and no. He took me to an art show, bought me a painting, and then we had dinner.” She answered, swinging her legs. The action caused the scent of vervain to fill the air and Damon noticed.

“Are you wearing vervain?” he asked with a curious look.

Katie lifted her skirt and showed him the charm he had given her that she now wore as an anklet. “I’m human and therefore compellable. Thanks to you I’ve never been compelled and I want to keep that cherry from being popped for as long as possible.” Damon smirked at her. "So what happened with you and Elena?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” he answered but Katie just raised her brows at him.

“Turns out doppelgangers are fated to be together.” He answered with a shrug hoping it would be enough to get her to drop it.

“Since when do you let fate tell you what to do?” she asked with a frown.

“He’s lying to you.” Caroline said as she came in to refill her cup from the keg. “To quote Damon’s words to Elena, “I’m bad, Elena. I am bad for you and I’m choosing to let you go.”

“Would you get out of here and stop quoting my break up?” Damon asked Caroline with a glare.

Caroline just looked at Katie then left. “So you think you’re bad for her?” Katie asked as she pulled herself up to sit on the kitchen counter.

“You should know better than anyone else that I can’t change who I am.” Damon told her with his back to her.

“If she loves you she wouldn’t ask you too.” She told him and he turned to look at her with wide eyes. “You asked me to be your moral compass. So I know you want to change, you want to be a better man. And if any one’s moral compass points due north it’s hers.”

“I just don’t want to change her.” he told her honestly.

“She’s going to change regardless, it’s called personal growth.” Katie pointed out, making him roll his eyes. “She challenges you, just as much as you challenge her. Love is boring without the other person making you ask questions you normally wouldn’t ask yourself. I know you well enough to know that the possibility that you could change, that both of you could, terrifies you.”

“I’m not terrified.” He told her with a scoff and she gave him a “get serious” look as she hopped off the bar.

“Just get over yourself and fix things with her.” she told him as she patted him on the shoulder then walked around him into the entryway. She found Klaus, Caroline and Bonnie talking near the front door. “What are you guys talking about?” Katie asked as she walked over to them.

“Huh? Hmm? Nothing.” Caroline answered, making Katie glare at her with a smirk.

“Yeah…” Katie drawled. “What’s your major again?”

“Drama.” Caroline answered.

“Then you might want to work on your lying skills.” Katie pointed out and Bonnie laughed.

“You’ll find out in due time, love.” Klaus told her with a devious half smile that showed off his dimples.

“I’m sure I will.” she looked at him through her lashes as she stepped up to be chest to chest with him. “Good thing I trust you all.” She said then grabbed his hands, turned and wrapped his arms around her.

TVDTVDTVD

By the end of the week Katie’s three friend’s had gotten her caught up on all the drama that had been going on with everyone, Silas and Amara’s demise, the doctors at Whitmore college who were experimenting on vampires and had held Elena and Damon hostage, but Damon got them out, how Elena force fed Katherine the cure, and how Stefan spent all summer locked in a safe at the bottom of Wickery Falls drowning over and over again. Katie also got them all caught up on everything that had been going on with her and the originals in New Orleans.

TVDTVDTVD

Their last morning in Mystic Falls Klaus woke up to music playing down stairs and followed it to find Katie standing at the stove in a pair of thin cotton pajama pants and a tank top with her back turned singing along with “Superheroes” by The Script as she danced to the beat and flipped a pancake in a skillet. Klaus just leaned on the archway that led to the kitchen with a smile on his face, enjoying seeing her more relaxed than he ever had and completely unaware of his presence. “She’s got lions in her heart, a fire in her soul. He’s got a beast in his belly that’s so hard to control. ‘Cause they’ve taken too much hits, taken blow by blow. Now light the match, stand back, watch them explo-” when she turned to put the pancake on a plate her eyes landed on Klaus and she stopped mid sentence as a furious blush colored her cheeks. Klaus started laughing. “You weren’t supposed to wake up yet.” She said with a point at him with the plastic spatula in her hand.

“How was I supposed to sleep with your beautiful voice and the smell of pancakes filling the house?” he asked as he walked over to her and took the spatula from her hand.

“I may have gotten a little carried away.” She drawled with a look around her at the mess she’d made with the pancake batter, chocolate chips and powdered sugar. “With breakfast and the music.” He pushed the stuff aside, picked her up and sat her on the bar. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” He told her with a look into her eyes. “I rather enjoyed the show. I’ve enjoyed this whole week seeing you spend time with your friends, laughing and letting go. I’m kind of starting to wonder if this is where you should be calling home.”

“No.” Katie told him with a shake of her head as she wrapped her legs around him. “It’s been nice, therapeutic really, but there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. If you recall I was ready to get the hell out of this town with you after spending a single night with you. I’m still not sure if that just goes to show how much I hated this town, how much I already cared for you or if I was just run away and join the circus crazy by that point.” They both laughed at the last scenario. “As much as I’ve loved spending time with my friends, I’d never want to stay longer than a week or so at a time, any longer and we’d get pulled into the supernatural shit show that is always going on here when we have enough going on back home as it is.”

“You’re sure?” he asked.

“I’m sure.” She answered with a nod. “This stays a vacation house. I can already picture our daughter sitting over there at the table, munching on chocolate chip pancakes while we stand here, making out behind her back. Only for her to catch us and tell us how gross we’re being because no one wants to see their parent’s being all sappy and stuff right?”

A sparkle in his blue eyes made her realize exactly what she’d said. “Careful Little Phoenix, it’s starting to sound like you’re letting yourself think about the future.” He rubbed her sides with his thumbs over her thin pajama tank top.

“I’m dreaming.” She corrected. “It’s easy to dream when it’s just me and you away from it all and a little old lady gives me advice like I am just a normal pregnant woman, but do you seriously think our lives could be that perfect? That we could ever be anything close to normal when there is always going to be some kind of threat hanging over our heads and our daughters when she gets here?”

“We can hope.” He answered as best he could and she shook her head as her eyes fell. “It’s not always a bad thing to have hope for the future, Love.”

“I know and I’m trying.” She told him as she lifted her eyes to his.

“I know you are and you’re making progress, otherwise you wouldn’t have even let yourself dream.” he told her, making her smile and shake her head at him. “Speaking of the future, I may have had a little conversation with Caroline about a certain tv show called Say Yes to the Dress.” He said the name of the tv show with a devious look on his face.

“No.” Katie said with big eyes. “She couldn’t possibly remember the dress.”

“Oh she even knew the style number of the dress.” He told her with a big smile. “Apparently your choice surprised her enough that she found it noteworthy.”

“Caroline…” Katie scoffed with a roll of her eyes and a shake of her head.

“Not that she told me given the fact that she knew you’d kill her if she did.” He added with a tilt of his head making Katie laugh at how well her friend knew her. “Bonnie said that I should get down on one knee and make it romance movie perfect because the two of you have been watching sappy romantic comedies and dreaming about the perfect proposal since you were twelve. Elena added that the ring better be huge and sparkly.”

Katie wrinkled her nose and face palmed with a laugh. “Leave it to them to make me sound like a picky drama queen.” He smiled and tucked a stray lock of auburn hair behind her ear.

“Well you did demand a very specific, very hard to find dress, so…” she just laughed and shook her head at him. “So how much truth was there in their advice?” he asked, totally serious.

“Throw all of it into the trash.” She told him honestly.

“Noted.” He told her with a smile that made her shake her head at him.

She caught his lips with hers for a slow tender kiss. When it broke she dipped her finger into the sifter of powdered sugar and booped him on the tip of his nose with it then smiled. “I love you.”

“That’s how you show you love me?” he asked with a laugh and she hummed a positive answer as she wiped the rest of it on his cheek. “Then allow me to show how much I love you.” as he spoke he picked up the sifter and took a step back and slung it at her covering her from shoulder to hip with a dusting of powdered sugar kick starting a fight that in seconds had them laughing and coated from head to toe in sticky white dust.

She yelped and slipped backwards a bit on the counter when he attacked her neck with kisses tasting her sweetened skin. Something cold and wet touched her hand making her look over her shoulder to see that they had knocked over the bowl of pancake batter. “Aww, I wasn’t done with that.” she complained as her stomach audibly growled and Klaus pulled away from her neck to see the spilled batter.

“Then we will make some more.” He told her as he helped her down off the bar and sat the bowl back up.

“We?” Katie asked at the implication that he would be helping her cook.

“Believe it or not I didn’t always have minions to wait on me hand and foot.” He told her with a smirk. “I do know how to make pancakes.” After cleaning up the spilled batter, leaving the sugar mess for said minions to clean up, Katie grabbed one of the cold chocolate chip pancakes she’d made and took a bite, trying chocolate for the first time in years. “Did you just eat chocolate?” Klaus asked with a look at the brown dotted pancake in her hand as he mixed up more batter and she nodded. “And the verdict is…”

“I like it.” Katie answered a little surprised.

“I’m guessing you had another craving.” He observed with a half smile.

“Chocolate chip pancakes specifically.” she answered as she moved to sit on the counter by the stove and watched him pour batter into the skillet then add some chocolate chips. “I figured I’d splurge a little since it’s the last day of our vacation.”

“I’m sure our little princess doesn’t mind a treat every now and then.” He said with a look at her over his shoulder. She just smiled and shook her head as she slipped down off the bar, got a glass of milk then sat down at the island watching Klaus’s backside as he cooked. He was working on the last pancake when he said, “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” she asked innocently. “I’m not doing anything.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket and quietly snapped a picture of him.

“I heard that,” he commented, having heard the shutter of the camera, “and you’re going to delete it.”

“I’ll delete it when you delete the video of me singing karaoke.” She commented and when he turned around with a smile she snapped another picture. He whooshed around the island and tried to grab her phone but she hid it behind her back with a laugh. He wrapped his arms around her, pretending to grab for the phone and started kissing her neck that still had sugar on it. They were about to get lost in one another again when her stomach growled again. He pulled away and pushed the plate of pancakes at her then grabbed her glass of milk and refilled it. “So you haven’t been bored out of your mind this week?” she asked with a look up from her plate.

“Not at all.” He answered. “However, if Damon calls me whipped one more time I might decide to remove his head from his neck.” Katie just laughed and shook her head. “You think I am kidding?”

“No, I know you’re serious, but if you could restrain from killing him for just a few more hours it would be highly appreciated.” She finished with a hopeful smile.

“He’s lucky I love you.” he told her with a half smile that showed off his dimples.

“I’m lucky you love me.” she told him then took a bite of the pancakes that were better than the ones she cooked.

TVDTVDTVD

“Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer?” Caroline asked from where she sat across the table from her.

“I’m sure.” Katie answered then looked around the Mystic Grill. “As much as I missed you guys, Bonnie was right in the letter you sent me. I don’t fit in here anymore, New Orleans is my home now. French Quarter witches and all.”

“Speaking of witches that want to harm you.” Bonnie started, then passed Katie a black container and she took the lid off of it to see what looked like three vervain or wolfsbane bombs. “Alaric talked me through making these for you.” Katie looked back and forth between Bonnie and Caroline. “It’s an herb blend that when inhaled by a witch will mute their magic. My mom’s used it on me before, it works. It’s not much, but it should at least give you a fighting chance.”

“Bonnie, I don’t kn-”

“Just say thank you.” Bonnie told her with a pointed look and a smile.

“They will be fun to get past airport security, but…thank you.” Katie told her with an appreciative smile.

“So what time is your flight?” Caroline asked sadly.

Katie looked at the time on her phone, “Klaus will be by to pick me up any minute.” She answered then put her phone back down. “Why isn’t Elena here again?” she found it weird that Elena was at their farewell lunch.

“She had a class that she couldn’t skip.” Caroline answered. “And you’re really okay with the fact that you’re missing college?”

“Yes.” Katie answered. “I mean, it sucked at first, but as crazy as it is I love my life in New Orleans with Klaus. Especially now that I’m back in contact with you guys and I don’t have to hide from everyone.”

A horn honked outside and Katie saw Klaus out front in her car that they were having shipped to New Orleans. “That’s your ride.” Bonnie told her with a smile.

“Okay, group hug.” Katie sighed with a sad smile as she slipped out of the stool at the table and held her arms open for her friends. They hugged her then walked outside and saw her off.

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