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thecampjuicebox · 7 months

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To have and to hold Pt. 3 (End)

Pairing: Tav(f) x Gale x Astarion

POV: 2nd person (Reader is Tav)

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Marriage (throuple), smut, fluff, fingering, oral (f receiving), potential game spoilers (mostly just character names)

This is the end of "To have and to hold" as a story, I really hope you all enjoy! It's going to be a long one so I can do this ending justice. Let me know if you want more stuff like this in the future!

Gale paces back and forth nervously, little beads of sweat pooling above his eyebrows. He guides his hands over the front of his pale blue robes, the smooth fabric flattening beneath his trembling fingers. Tonight's the night. And you're late. Astarion rests comfortably against the wall of the temple, fiddling with the end of his coat, soft silver hair jostling ever so slightly in the autumn breeze. He traces the silver filigree around the bottom seem and admires how it sparkles in the light of the full moon. The newly rebuilt Selune temple stands tall at the end of a long cobblestone bridge, the outer edges of the bridge decorated with grand displays of flowers, tall metal arches adorned with moonstone turning the bridge into an extravagant tunnel. It's truly breathtaking, and it still does nothing to calm the wizard's anxiety. Everyone is already waiting inside, bards at the ready. Gale continues to pace. Back and forth, back and forth, mumbling little "Where is SHE"s and "I'm going to kill her"s to himself, earning an amused chuckle from Astarion.

"Calm your nerves, Wizard. She'll be here soon enough."

"Gods, she'd be late to her own funeral."

Quick footsteps thunder towards the two men and Gale whips around at the noise. Karlach barrels towards them, waving her arms. to shoo them into the building.

"Both of you! Inside! Now! She's coming!"

Gale throws his arms up in frustration, grabbing Astarion by the elbow and they rush into the temple. Wyll and Halsin are already waiting at the altar, hands folded neatly in front of them. Gale peeks around the corner to assess the size of the crowd, air catching in his throat when he sees just how many people showed up for the ceremony. The late, and not at all shocking, news of the addition of Astarion to the ceremony didn't seem to dissuade any of the guests. He breathes a sigh of relief and motions to Volo to start the music, Volo excitedly swinging his arms about at the bards. Lutes, lyres, and flutes all play in a beautiful harmony, Alfira singing softly to welcome Gale down the isle first, Astarion following not far behind. They both take their places on each side of the altar, the white haired cleric of Selune, Isobel, exchanging kind smiles with each of them.

You stand outside, large bouquet in your hands, the soft green ivies and hanging bell flowers nestled amongst the Selune's Tears and Crocus flowers trickling towards the ground, contrasting against the pale blue silk of your dress. Your last second dress change was Shadowheart's idea and you couldn't thank her more. Silver filigree and moon symbols adorn the bodice of the dress, silver velvet cloak swaying behind you in the night time breeze. You shiver lightly, wiggling your fingers beneath the heavy foliage of your bouquet. Shadowheart asses you carefully, poking and prodding at the neat plaits of dark hair that encircle your head. You giggle and hold still for her. She carefully places a small moon hair pin in the back of the braids, fixing its position a few times before settling on a spot she agrees with. She smiles to herself, gently stroking your back for a moment before stepping away and mumbling a quiet "Perfect." Karlach takes a small handkerchief from her back pocket and wipes under her eyes, hot tears threatening to stain her cheeks. You poke out your bottom lip and fight back tears of your own, gently reaching up to stroke Karlach's cheek, soothing her.

"I'm just so happy for you, Soldier. You're really doing it. And you look so beautiful."

"Oh! I almost forgot!"

Your head cocks to the side at Shadowhearts sudden exclamation, watching as she pulls a thin silver necklace from a pouch beneath her skirts, unclasping it and bringing it around your neck. A small silver moon pendant with a teardrop cut moonstone dangle rests against your pale skin, sitting snuggly between your collar bones. You gently run your fingers over the cool metal and smile, closing your eyes to savor this moment. It's actually happening. You're about to marry the loves of your life. You truly couldn't be happier now. All of your fear falls to the wayside, doubt being swept away by the autumn wind.

"Onward."

Karlach huffs quietly and moves to the handle of the left door to the temple, Shadowheart following suit to the right. You nod at them both and they swing the doors open, stepping inside before you. You hear the music swell, Alfira singing sweet melodies as Shadowheart and Karlach walk arm in arm down the isle towards the altar. They both settle to the right of the cleric on Astarion's side. Halsin waves to them excitedly, quickly straightening back up when Volo's voice thunders through the temple.

"Esteemed guests, I now present to you, the bride."

You inhale sharply, feeling as though you should hold your breath and you walk forward, breeching the temple doors. The crowd stands. Candles light the isle as you walk, the entire room of friends and family from each side settling their gaze on you. The music softens to an ethereal tune and Alfira simply hums, carefully strumming at her lute. The sights and sounds are enough to bring Gale to tears and he quickly swipes his thumbs under his eyes, Astarion chuckling at him once more until his gaze finally falls upon your frame. He scans your figure and gulps, mumbling a soft "Gods..". His breath catches in his throat, immediately choking him up. The two keep their eyes fixed on you as you walk, your cloak and the small train of your silk dress trailing being you. No goddess could compare to the way you look right now. You smile and blink tears away from your brown eyes, lashes coated in little droplets. Little gasps and coos flutter through the crowd and you approach the altar, Shadowheart reaching out to take your bouquet from you. You carefully hand it off to her and smile, your bottom lip catching between your teeth. She gives you a reassuring nod and you blink slowly. Isobel steps forward, raising both of her hands to instruct the crowd to sit and they obey, little sounds of feet shuffles echoing through the temple room before all falls silent.

"Welcome friends, family, lovers. Tonight we gather under the light of the Moon Maiden Selune to unite these families. Tav, Gale, Astarion, please join hands and kneel before me."

The three of you join hands, Gale capturing your left and Astarion capturing your right. You all kneel on the step of the altar carefully, Astarion and Gale helping to adjust your dress so you don't crumple it beneath your knees. You give each of them a sweet smile before turning your attention back to the cleric. The witnesses at the altar all lower their heads, eyes falling shut as they listen. The cleric sings in an unfamiliar language, raising her hands to the open ceiling of the temple, the full moon shining down on you and all of the guests. You sigh quietly and give Gale and Astarion's hands a gentle squeeze. They return the squeeze and your eyes flutter closed, a sense of calm washing over you while you listen to Isobel’s hymns. Her voice fades out, the room falling silent once more. A cool breeze sweeps through the temple, rustling your hair and cloak, making you shiver. The cleric stares up at the sky, eyes glowing with the bright light of the moon.

"She is with us.. Moon Maiden, hear me. Grant your love and protection over these souls as they unite under your light. Embrace them in your warmth, oh mother. Lead them through darkness, through sickness, through blight. Fill their hearts with your patience. Show them the way. So it shall be."

The crowd quietly mumbles in response "So it shall be". Isobel turns to a small table on the altar, two silver chalices shimmering in the moonlight placed with purpose in the middle of it. Your fingers tremble with excitement in your lovers' hands. The cleric raises the chalice carefully to the open sky, mumbling in the unfamiliar language again before instructing you to stand. You release Gale and Astarion's hands and approach Isobel.

"Moon milk, for protection, abundance, and fertility. Drink, my child. Accept the Moon Maiden into your heart and into your womb. Allow her to guide you. So it shall be."

You accept the chalice from her strong hands, raising it to the sky and mumbling "So it shall be" before taking a small sip of the milk, the cool liquid coating your throat and you sigh. She encourages you to finish the chalice with a small wave of the hand. You oblige, tilting your head back and swallowing the last of the sweet drink. You hand her the chalice carefully and she places a hand on your abdomen, mumbling quietly to herself. Astarion raises an eyebrow. Gale swats at his hand and the vampire grunts quietly. The cleric eyes the two men before tracing the symbol of a moon into your forehead, finally releasing you to join your lovers once more. She then motions for the two men to join her and she raises the second chalice into the air, mumbling a new prayer to the open sky.

"Wine, for protection, abundance, and patience. Drink, my child. Accept the Moon Maiden into your heart. Allow her to guide you. So it shall be."

She hands the chalice to Astarion first. He eyeballs the liquid inside. White wine. Certainly not his favorite. He closes his eyes and raises the chalice to the sky. "So it shall be." Taking a small sip, his body trembles at the taste, the unfamiliar burn making him cough lightly. Halsin chuckles and Wyll nudges his shoulder to shut him up. Shadowheart shoots eyes like daggers in their direction and they turn their attention back to the display on the alter, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Astarion hands the cleric the chalice and she then hands it to Gale, the ritual being repeated exactly the same way. The cleric clasps her hands together and smiles at the three of you, motioning for you to join hands one more and you obey.

"Family, friends, witnesses. By the power of the Moon Maiden Selune, I now declare these three to be wed. You may now share a kiss."

Astarion wastes no time pulling you to him, his lips crashing to yours and the crowd of guests cheers. Volo quickly motions for the group of bards to play "Bard Dance", Alfira strumming happily on her lute, spinning in little circles and dancing about with the others. Gale keeps hold on your hand, impatiently waiting for Astarion to stop the theatrics before he pulls you over to him. He embraces you gently, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss, much less desperate than Astarions. You sigh against his lips and the vampire scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest, a small smirk hanging on his wet lips. Shadowheart, Wyll, Halsin, and Karlach all rush down to the three of you, embracing you in a tight group hug. You giggle, smashed between all of the warm bodies and Astarion groans out loud.

"Gods, you're all too much!"

...

The long and exhausting night of festivities comes to a close, family and friends bidding your their final farewells as they seek the inns for sleep. Halsin throws a drunken Shadowheart over his stocky shoulder and she beats against his muscular back in protest, small hiccups leaving her before she finally gives in and goes limp in his grasp. Karlach stumbles into Wyll, laughing loudly, her bright flames burning a deep shade of purple and she wiggles an eyebrow in his direction. Wyll sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his index finger. You giggle to yourself, your own wine buzz sending tingles up and down your spine. You eye your new husbands, both seemingly tired of the shenanigans that they've watched all night. The trek to your tower is short, filled with giggles and little kisses, reminiscing about the nights' events.

Astarion scoops your small frame up bridal style once you reach the front door, chucking at the small yelp he earns from you and he carries you past the threshold of the quaint wizard tower, Gale following close behind with your cloak in hand. He watches you both with love drunk eyes, carefully closing the front door behind the group and he tosses your cloak onto the bench below him. Astarion places you on your feet and you smooth your dress down carefully, reaching back to remove the moon hair pin that Shadowheart had given to you. With a swift tug, the pin releases your hair, the thick dark braids on top of your head falling with it and the plaits unravel themselves. You shake your head to further release your hair, the locks falling in perfect waves down your shoulders and back now. You reach your hands up to soothingly scratch at your scalp, sighing in pure pleasure at the relief taking down your hair has given you. Gale moves behind you now, hands resting on your hips, rubbing soothing circle into them as he leans down and buries his face into the side of your neck. He inhales your scent, the perfume you chose for your wedding night standing out to him distinctly. Rose water and orchid, a flowery scent he wasn't used to smelling on you. He sighs against your skin, peppering the area with the softest little kisses. Astarion steps toward the two of you, pressing his torso to yours, his hands resting on top of Gales at your hips. He pecks a kiss to your forehead, leaving a trail of kisses to the opposite side of your neck from Gale and he takes inventory of the knew smell as well. You shudder at the sudden overwhelming amount of sensations, your entire body breaking out in goosebumps. Gales fingers move to your back, fiddling with the corset lacing holding your dress on your body.

"Why don't we.. Get this off."

He tugs at one of the laces, loosening the ties. The dress drapes on your frame and Astarion reaches his hands up to slide the silk fabric down your shoulders, bodice moving down your torso to expose your breasts, nipples already hardening at the temperature change. You hiss at the cold air now assaulting your chest and back, both men making quick work of sliding your dress the rest of the way down your shivering body. Two pairs of lips latch to your skin, Astarion's sucking little bruises on the flesh of your breast while Gale works the side of your neck, tongue lapping at the skin there sweetly. You lean back into Gale, pulling Astarion closer to you, your mouth falling open. The vampire's right hand comes up to grasp at your breast, kneading the sensitive flesh as he kisses and licks on the other, tongue occasionally flicking over your painfully erect nipple. You buck your hips backwards, ass meeting Gale's growing bulge. You groan in excitement, completely unsure of what to do with your hands. Reaching forward needily, you gasp at the front of Astarions coat, fumbling with the silver metal buttons.

"Hm, a needy little thing, isn't she Gale?"

Astarion's honeyed tone makes your knees buckle. Gale nods in agreement, fingers toying with the plush skin of your thighs now.

"I think we should take this upstairs."

Gale lifts you into his arms and begins to ascend the stairs, leaving your wedding dress in the middle of the floor. You lace your arms around his neck, gazing up into his hungry eyes. He looks forward, determined to make it to the bedroom quickly. Astarion follows close behind, sliding his coat off and tossing it behind him, fingers working on the buttons of his silk shirt next. He smirks at you over Gale's shoulder and you eye him carefully, bottom lip trapped between chattering teeth. You let out an audible gasp when Gale suddenly tosses you onto the bed. You sink into the soft pillows and blankets, the smooth fabrics against your naked skin feeling absolutely delicious. Astarion steps behind Gale, helping him remove his coat and shirt, the two men standing in only their leathers now. You peer up at them, arousal burning between your thighs. Astarion steps in front of Gale and traces his fingers around the mark of the orb, earning a shuddering moan from Gale's lips. In a swift motion, Astarion captures Gale's lips with his, his hand sliding up and into the back of his hair. The two men press tightly together, hips grinding into one another feverishly. You groan at the sight. Gods, they're beautiful. Gale pulls away reluctantly and chews his bottom lip, eyes fixed on Astarion's before moving to you, your naked body causing him to salivate. He moves to the bed, reaching down to run his fingers over the soft silk of your underwear. He was surprised you'd worn any at all.

"Off with them."

His tone is commanding and unfamiliar, but you obey him, thumbs sliding into the corners of the fabric. You drag them down your thighs and kick them off. Astarion raises an eyebrow in amusement at the wizard's new found courage, hands resting on his hips.

"I'm impressed, Gale. What else can you do?"

Gale scoffs. Astarion takes a seat next to you on the bed, moving up and behind you so your head can rest in his lap and he strokes your soft hair away from your face. Grinning up at him, you pucker your lips playfully and he chuckles. Gale settles at the end of the bed, fingers tracing lazy shapes into your thighs, a quiet yawn stretching his mouth open.

"Careful, wizard. You'll catch flies."

"Gods I'm so happy I married you, Astarion."

You giggle at their banter and pure joy engulfs you in warmth. This moment is perfect. You are happy. Never did you think you'd be wed to both Gale and Astarion, a fantasy most ladies in Faerun wouldn't dare mutter in public. You feel so lucky. Your thoughts are halted suddenly as Gale slides his fingers up your inner thigh, pressing your legs apart and into the bed beneath you. You gasp loudly at the force of his grip. He smirks up at you from between your legs, brown eyes glowing in the lanternlight. Watching hip lick his lips at the sight of you makes your body weak and you slump back against Astarion, his toned arms pulling you up and into his lap gently, hands pushing your thighs apart for Gale once more. You chew on the skin of your bottom lip, picking little pieces off and drawing blood. Tiny droplets dot your lips and Astarion catches on to the scent immediately, lids lowering. He inhales deeply through his nose. "Mm.. A treat." Your lips flatten into a smirk. Gale sits up on his knees, reaching his fingers out to trace the top of your mound. You hiss and shudder. Astarion nuzzles his nose into your neck, breathing heavily against the sensitive skin there, tongue flicking out to trace the barely healed pierce marks from his last feeding. You obediently tilt your head to the side to expose more of your neck to him. With a quiet groan, he sinks his teeth into your tender flesh and begins to suck, earning a steady stream of crimson. You grasp onto the soft sheets beneath you, pain like shards of glass making you tense until the familiar numbness sets in. You go limp. Gale watches closely, taking advantage of your boneless state to swipe his fingers through your slick folds. You react quickly, hips bucking forward at the new sensation. Astarion pulls away to lick the remnants of your blood from his lips. He grins.

Your legs tremble with excitement and you wiggle your hips, silently begging to be touched again. Gale grants you temporary relief with another swipe, this time lower. He collects your slick on the tip of his finger and spreads it around your clit, rubbing agonizingly slow circles. You mewl in response to the gentle friction, rolling your hips upwards to push against his fingers. He backs off, shaking his head at you and you whine.

"Patience, my love."

"Yes, patience, pet."

Astarion smirks and licks a long stripe up the side of your neck, sliding a hand up into the back of your hair and giving your head a forceful tug back. You yelp in pain, gritting your teeth. The low growl that rumbles in Astarion's chest makes your hips buck upwards and Gale chuckles, fingers meeting your core once more. He circles his fingers around the outside of your clit, dipping down to collect more of the slick that's pooling beneath you now, a puddle forming on the sheets.

"Hm.. So messy. Just for us, Astarion."

Gale groans, sliding a finger into your aching cunt and you cry out into the night air, Astarion leaning in close to your ear to coach you through the sensations. He whispers softly, making your cheeks and chest flush deep red.

"That's it.. So good. So good."

You spread your legs wider for Gale, writhing in Astarion's tight grip. He hushes you, fingers tightening around your tangled locks. He pushes your head forward, forcing you to watch as Gale inserts another finger, pumping in and out slowly, not giving you any time to adjust to being filled by his thick digits. Gale grinds his hips into the mattress and moans at the small amounts of friction his leathers provide. Astarion watches intensely, eyes flicking from you, to Gale, and back again, his own erection straining painfully against his leathers. He reaches a free hand down and palms at his bulge. Gale curves his fingers upwards inside of you, your walls fluttering at the change of position and you melt into Astarion's lap now, moans silencing to strained gasps. Your mouth hangs open. Gods, he's torturing you. The pale vampling behind you releases his grip on your hair, smoothing the tousled locks back into place, his eyes fixed on Gale's hand now, digits pumping furiously in and out of your cunt. That knot tightens in your belly, threatening to snap at any moment. You grind your hips up against Gale's palm and whine his name loudly, hands now resting on Astarion's thighs and you use them as leverage to push yourself up further towards Gale.

Astarion leans back on his hands, perfectly content with watching the show. It's no secret that Astarion finds so much pleasure in watching you be pleasured. Whether it be by him, yourself, or someone else. The sight and sounds alone are enough to completely unravel him. You learned this during your encounter in the Underdark and you think about it often. The way he's comfortable just sitting back and watching Gale touch you. Gale has learned the same habit in the couple of weeks the three of you have lived together before the wedding. A few nights were spent with Astarion between your legs and Gale just watching. Enjoying. Savoring the moment. You always offered to reciprocate, and they both often refuse. This moment is no different.

"G-Gale, I'm so close.."

Gale leans in quickly, the flat of his tongue pressing firmly to your clit, rubbing back and forth against the swollen nub while his fingers continue to pump into your cunt, arousal coating his hand. Your hips find a steady rhythm and you grind upwards, pleasure bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, BURSTING inside of your gut. You gasp loudly, clinging to Astarion's legs on either side of you, riding the tidal wave of your orgasm as Gale continues to lick at you furiously. His fingers slow their motion and he carefully slides them out, your jaw falling open again at the sudden emptiness. Your walls flutter around nothing, swollen clit pulsating. You bring your knees to your chest, curling up into Astarion's abdomen, wanting nothing more than to be simply absorbed by him. He chuckles at the closeness and lies down on his side, tugging your back to his torso. He snakes his arms sleepily around you, Gale following suit to snuggle up to the front of you. Both men hold you and each other tightly, exchanging sleepy kisses and rubbing noses with one another. Your eyes meet Gale's and you mumble softly.

"Is there anything.. I can do? For you?"

Gale shakes his head, hand lifting to cup your still flushed cheeks and he strokes your high cheekbone with his rough thumb.

"Nothing at all."

He smiles down at you and you offer the same question to Astarion. He ponders for a moment, unsure of how to answer. He's never been asked what he wants. Not in situations like this, anyway. He contemplates his options. He could obviously ask you to pleasure him. Get on your knees and let him rut into your mouth, let him use your holes like any other woman that's ever lusted after him. He shakes his head and grins, pressing a loving kiss to the top of your head.

"You've given me the one thing that no one else ever has, my love."

You quirk an eyebrow in confusion, turning your head to face him. Gale yawns, crawling out of bed to quickly check all of the curtains in the room, pressing any two together that he thinks might let in a little too much sunlight in the morning. He smiles to himself once each window is sufficiently covered and climbs back into bed, pulling a blanket up over the three of you. You watch Astarion for a moment before quietly asking.

"And what is that?"

He sighs happily, nuzzling his face into your warm neck, pressing you impossibly close to him. A quiet yawn escapes him and his lids flutter closed.

"A choice."

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hihimissamericanbi · 10 months

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Quote Game

Hello me again I got tagged in this so many times I DID ALL THE WORDS. I absolutely love this I'm tagging everyone right back it's a fab way to get an overview of everyone's writing 🤗🤗🤗 shots straight to the vein of chewy metaphors and angsty hits and delicious smut. LOVE AND KISSES @spookymoonie @maliceofminds @strezzlecki also tagging @a-fiery-fox @mblematic

Words for yall: dancing, rips, moonbeam, forever

Under the cut for all of my quotes 💃🏼

night, pretty

Marauders Go Moulin Rouge

Up on that stage, it is not just a man or a dancer or a darling of darkness. It is God herself, and they are power and charisma and sex and every goddamned grain of anything good collected on the head of a pin and scattered across the night sky, and Remus wants to swallow it all down and plant it deep in his gut until he has diamonds in his eyes and a Star in the penthouse of his heart.

Pretty and devastating, a supernova doesn’t belong in an underworld basement. All darkness does is make light shine brighter. So Remus will wrap this sapphire son in his own moonstone aura and waltz them high across rooftops and plead on bended knee and sing his gift, his song—and this one’s for you.

sweet

The Watcher and the Dancer

Mrs. Potter was sitting in a rocking chair, reading glasses perched on her nose and a cup of chai on the little table beside her, paperback novel splayed open in her hands. A generous lilac bush off the corner of the cottage steadily pulsed out its sweet perfume, writing itself into Siri’s memory like a madeleine on the tongue.

eyes

Siri bristled automatically. She got teased a lot back home, either for wearing too much makeup or not enough. Always, it came back to her face, and the expectation Siri accepted unquestioningly that she owed the world perfection, and she better not dare present their judgement-day eyes with anything less than that.

moon

How to Win Fucks and Influence Pretty Girls

Suddenly, Pansy shivers as she feels Ginny’s fingers on the crescent at the nape of her neck. Goosebumps erupt across her skin as Ginny continues to explore the intricate lines of the moon phases, then the stars scattered in symmetrical constellations around her shoulder blades, before her fingers twist down vines and blossoms, dancing over her bra fastenings, to reach the central adornment: a serpent coiled elegantly atop Pansy’s spine, crowned in sunbursts and radiating magic itself from rib to rib.

warm

Hallowed

Mary hears. She rolls over and envelops Lily in her arms, kisses the salt away, presses whispers of love into her ear and onto her neck and between her legs.

And here, within warm brown skin and here, hung on perfumed oil and dimpled cheeks and here, laid under nimble fingers, Lily is home.

dark

Marauders Go Moulin Rouge!

“Thinking with our dick again, are we, Evans?”

Regulus Black leans against a beam backstage with a faux-casual air, one immaculate dark eyebrow arched, arms folded across his midnight-black waistcoat, heeled boots just peeking from beneath his skirts.

Lily grins as she stalks past him on her way to the dressing rooms, high heels clicking against the wooden floor. “Fuck off, Baby Black,” she calls over her shoulder. “We both know full well you liked it.”

mess

Shake It Off

Fortunately, Granger arrives on the scene, her wand barely holding together the mess of curls piled on top of her head, Clipboard of Doom tucked securely against her forearm, and immediately breaks up the disgusting show of flirtation taking place between Draco’s now former best friend and his future boyfriend’s former girlfriend.

Maybe he should make some new friends.

Maybe they should all make some new friends.

Laugh, stars

The Roommate

I yank him into me; his torso falls forward into my arms, and I slide my hands beneath his ass and lift him up like he’s nothing. His barked laugh quickly turns into a gasped moan when I swing him around and slam him up against the wall.

“Think he can hear you now?” I growl into his ear. “You share this wall with him, don’t you? Think he can hear his slutty boyfriend get thrown around like a ragdoll?”

The man squeezes his thighs even tighter around my waist and tries to rut against me, but I’m holding him too firmly for him to move much. One of my hands slides up from under him to wrap around his pretty little neck, forefinger and thumb pressing in just the right spots to make him see stars.

Cried, kiss

The Watcher and the Dancer

“Did you guys kiss?”

Siri breathed out, barely a whisper. “Yes.” Her lips quivered. “But it’s not with… it wasn’t who you think.”

And all the emotions and the overwhelming bigness of just, everything, came crashing back, and the tears Siri had stomped down earlier finally spilled hot down her cheeks.

Regina was calm, steady. Blinked her fawn eyes gently.

“Was it Jamie?” She had always possessed a wisdom beyond her young years.

Siri turned a tear-streaked face to her sister. Cried a little harder. Nodded.

Regina shrugged. “Remus said he and Peter were pretty fed up with how she was acting. Wanted her to just go for it already. He asked me if I thought you liked her back.”

“Really?” Siri smiled, watery, hopeful. “What did you say?”

Despite her sensitivity, Regina was still a sassy little shit. She rolled her eyes. “Duh.”

silence

Hallowed

“He will not tell me what is going on. How can I—I cannot protect him, I am failing him James, I—”

But at this, James interrupts. He always knows when to let Sirius break, when to let all the emotion crash upon the shore and weather the inundation with patience and understanding, and when it is time to silence the storm.

“You are not failing Regulus, Sirius. You love him. So do I.”

sunshine

Potter's Patented Pick-Me-Ups

Shrugging, sunshine grin stretched right across his face, James finished undoing Sirius’s trousers, pushed his pants down entirely too nonchalantly—holy fuck it’s Sirius’ dick his hard dick his hard dick in James’ face and they are letting me watch Merlin fuck—and before his cock was able to bob more than once, James licked his lips, opened wide and swallowed Sirius down to the hilt.

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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WRONG | T.R

summary: your tutor, tom, fucks you on the potions classroom.

warnings: spanking, sir kink, smut

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“i’m afraid i’ll have to give you a tutor ms. y/l/n” explained professor slughorn to the sulking girl.

“wha- sir please i promise i’ll do good next class.” you pleaded, the thought of having a tutor sparked a sense of embarrassment in you.

“i know you can do good, but unfortunately you’re not using your knowledge to its full extent, but lucky for you, my greatest pupil will be more than happy to give you that push!” exclaimed slughorn, face beaming in enthusiasm.

you sighed but said nothing, not wanting to come off as dumb and disrespectful to your fellow teacher. “well thank you sir, i’ll be looking forward to these lessons.” you faked a smile.

“right, well i have to go attend some business at the moment, but i’ll send your tutor here this evening at 4:30, so make sure you’re here!” he said, scurrying off.

you groaned once he was out of earshot, your face in your hands at the thought of extra lessons with someone who was probably gonna tell the whole school and make fun of you after.

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you were in your dorm after your last lesson of the day, exhausted was an understatement and the thought of having to attend tutoring was weighing on you like a truck.

you went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit, which ended on a very deserved bath that had you lulled into a relaxing state of mind. you didn’t know how long you were in there for, but next thing you know, you’re running towards the potions classroom, looking like a hot mess.

“i’m here!” you exhaled, barging into your potions classroom, expecting to be met with slughorn and whoever your tutor was. but you were received with an unamused tom riddle, leaning on your desk with folded arms.

“uhm- hello” you saluted awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. “good evening.” he replied in a monotone voice, signaling with his head for you to sit down, you sat down on the barstool, while he turned around to face you, arms still crossed.

“you’re late.” he said matter-of-factly

“i am aware. where is professor slughorn?”

“he’s having dinner with dumbledore, said he needed to attend some matters with him. he also said you were doing poorly in his class.”

you looked at him with a pout and huffed, looking around the room as you fiddled with your fingers.

“let’s not waste any more time then, we’re brewing a calming draught.” he said, taking out a cauldron and placing it in front of you.

“i- don’t know the ingredients” you admitted shamefully. “well look into your book” he demanded, now rounding the desk and sitting next to you. “uhm- right” you breathed out, reaching for your bag and pulling out your book.

“your blouse is wet” he said, eyes trained on your chest. you snapped your head towards him and looked down, oh god- your breasts were basically out on display for him! on your rush, you didn’t think to put a bra and just ran with it, but now your shirt was clinging to your tits, nipples hard and all.

“oh my god i am so sorry-”

“no worries” he said, waving his wand towards you and all of a sudden a heat spread through your torso, you looked down and- drying charm.

“thank you” you replied rather shamefully.

he stood up and got behind you, your breath quickened. he leaned forward until the back of your head hit his chest lightly and his hands were pressed against the desk.

“give me the ingredients, without reading the book.”

“huh?”

“you heard me” he demanded, voice low. and it was obvious the air around you both tensed, sexual tension that could be felt from miles away.

“uhm. powder moonstone, crushed up peppermint herbs-” you tried to recollect but tom cut you off.

“wrong, stand up.” he commanded. “i-what?” you asked, genuine confusion lacing your voice. “it was spearmint, not peppermint. now stand up.” he repeated, and you noticed how he was getting fed up by the second, so you lifted yourself up from your barstool, breathing shakily.

you heard how he kicked the barstool to the side, getting closer to you.

you tried to turn around to ask him what was he doing but he grabbed your upper arms and brought you forward so your whole torso was on the desk, making you gasp. “tom-” but you were cut off when he smacked your ass, making your body jolt. “what are you doing?” you frantically asked.

“you knew what you were doing, coming in her like that, feel how hard you’ve gotten me.” he replied, rubbing his clothed cock on your bum, making you involuntarily push backwards into him. your pussy already throbbing.

“naughty girl” he chuckled, lifting up your skirt and bunching it up on your waist, revealing your soaked laced panties. he reached his fingers onto your clothed pussy and rubbed it. making you release a small moan at the friction.

“gonna be a good girl now?” he asked, moving your panties to the side and inserting a finger without warning, making you release a small moan.

“yes!” you gasped out when his thumb soothed your clit.

“yes what?”

“yes s-sir” you answered with a light whimper as he inserted a second finger and started to move them at a fast pace. your breathy moans filling the room.

he pressed faster circles against your clit, your moans getting louder, he was thankful that the dungeons had soundproof walls.

he removed his fingers right when he felt you clenching, making you whine and lift your upper body from the desk, turning to face him with an angry face. “why’d you stop?” you questioned through heavy breaths, he just snickered at you and started undoing his belt, your eyes hungrily watching him.

“so curious aren’t you?” he teased, letting his pants fall to his thighs and revealing his tent in his boxers, you started to reach out to it with your hand but he stopped you by grabbing your waist and placing you on the desk, not giving you time to protest and instead just smashed his lips into yours tongue licking your bottom lip, asking for permission. but you denied him, which earned you a harsh grip on your ass, a whimper escaping you, giving him the chance to slip his tongue inside, swirling it with yours.

he grabbed the hem of his boxers and yanked them down, bunching up your skirt once again.

you broke the kiss to take a deep breath and trailed your eyes down to see him stroking himself before lining up with your entrance. you grasped his shoulders in anticipation, giving a gasp when his tip entered you, tom releasing his own groan at your tightness.

you gave a whimper once he was halfway in, your juices dripping down onto the desk already. “move sir- please” you pleaded.

he complied and immediately set a fast pace, your moans and his groans resonating throughout the walls, accompanied by your skin slapping and squelching sounds due to your wetness.

“so good sir! fuck yes, just like that” you praised when his tip hit your g-spot. “mhm, you like that baby? you like getting this sweet pussy wrecked?” he taunted.

“mhm sir, i like how you fuck me-” your sentence was cut short once again by your loud cry when he rubbed your clit in figure eights.

he crashed your lips together once again, swallowing every sound you made.

“sir- i’m close!” you warned, the bubbling sensation inside you feeling like it was gonna snap at any moment.

“fuck babygirl, me too, cum.” he ordered, and you obeyed with no hesitation, coating his cock in your cum and falling into that state of bliss an orgasm always gave you, along with a loud moan tumbling out of your mouth.

tom continuously fucked you through your high, his own approaching by the second. he heard you whine and looked up from where you were connected to see you breathing heavily. “sir i’m too sensitive” you whimpered, puffy cunt not used to his stamina or size.

“shh, i’m almost there sweetheart, hold on for me.” he tried to soothe, and as if on cue, his orgasm washed over him like a wave, he completely bottomed out on you and sprayed his cum onto your womb.

he carefully removed himself from you and watched as your pussy released both of your cums out. tom reached out to you and stabilized you onto a clean desk, quickly murmuring a scourgify.

he leaned his head down and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips, resting his forehead against yours.

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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.

TVDTVDTVD

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.

TVDTVDTVD

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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Not a One Time Thing

Female Reader x Young!Sirius Black Drabble

A/N: I’ve been consuming a lot of Sirius Black content lately, and it got me thinking about The First Wizarding War, and this drabble just happened. It’s nothing much, but I hope you like it.

I also have a request for Remus in my inbox (I haven’t forgotten you, Anon - I was wondering by the way if you are the person that requested the story about Sirius’ son). Anyway, I’m planning to write it once I finish with The Beautiful & Damned story - which returns tomorrow with the last chapter.

Synopsis: Beside Y/N is where Sirius Black finds a home in the midst of The First Wizarding War - Attention, slightly smutty content!

...There was something blatantly tragic in the way he lowered his gaze. He probably thought he wasn’t welcome, and dodged your eyes in attempts to escape that guilty feeling scratching on his chest. In vain, might you add. You knew all too well how the rest of your night was going to play out, one look at him sufficed.

While Sirius was probably dealing with his inner demons and trying to come up with something to say (none of what he could tell you would make sense, and both of you knew it), you tilted your head, studying his silhouette bathing in the moonlight, bleeding through your bedroom’s curtains, summer breeze playing with the weightless gauze (you always left the window open, so owls bringing news could fly straight in).

Everything about Sirius held a trace of that flagrant culpability that made your heart ache. You were always very discreet about it, tried not to stare too much at the prominent lines on his forehead, or that tense line of his jaw now hidden by a thick beard – a new look he must have been forced to adopt, for it is difficult to find the time to shave in the middle of a war, when the fiercest of Death Eaters are constantly tracking your ass. You felt bitter now, not able to see the bottomless oceans of his light grey eyes, very upset at the fact that he still thought he needed to hide them every time he’d apparate unannounced.

Suddenly alarmed on some intuitive level, you let your gaze scan his entire frame, propped up on a chair, searching for any sign of injury. When you found none, a sigh of relief escaped your bitten lips.

That’s when Sirius raised his gaze to face you. The crystal clear surface of two moonstone-colored oceans were finally fixed on you, and there was nothing in the world that you wouldn’t give just to see those silver sparks dance around the pitch-black pupils. Seeing Sirius smile was a luxury these days that lasted for rarely more than a couple of seconds. Blink and you miss it.

Watching him raise from the chair, his hair slightly longer than the last time you met and falling on his forehead, you made your way towards him.

“You don’t have to explain”, you muttered under your breath before you tangled your fingers in his hair, your mouth brushing ever so slightly against his. Feeling his long eyelashes tickle your skin, you deepened the kiss, his hands clutching on to your hips as if you were his lifeline. He might not have had those familiar clean-shaven cheeks or neatly combed hair, but he still smelled like he used to: like the dust of the battles he had slayed, an old-fashioned patchouli perfume and some musky odor you couldn’t quite place. Burying your face in his collarbone, you inhaled the mélange, for the first time in months feeling like home.

“I just needed you”, his voice came out rasp, but so full of sentiment. “Coming here is incredibly stupid of me, but…” you’d expect him to develop, but Black did no such thing. After a second of staring onto your reddened lips, he couldn’t make himself finish. His lips captured yours again, the kiss so much more heated this time, his beard scratching your cheeks and chin; but you had no fucks left to give. You might not have mentioned it before, but you needed him too. Not like the members of the Order that sent him on the most dangerous missions, because they knew he was the only one able to come back alive. Not like his best mates James and Remus, when they were confronting the darkest parts of themselves and needed the light of the brightest star to chase them away. Your need was of a different nature, and right now he was trying desperately to fulfill it, in Merlin knows how many minutes you were allowed to share this time.

“Sirius,” you moaned, as his lips traced a burning path down your throat, his hands cupping your breasts through the thin material of your shirt. The wind outside picked up some, ruffling Black’s hair from behind as he faced you again, his grey eyes asking you what was wrong. The truth was, nothing was wrong. You just wanted to see him, wanted to remember every detail about his features, every small crinkle in the corners of his eyes, before he left again.

“I love you”, he stole the words right off your mouth, rubbing small circles in your cheekbones with the tips of his calloused fingers. His eyes were so bright they were hard to look at this up close, but he gazed at you in a way you’d never expected from him before, and you were hypnotized. “Stop me if this isn’t what you want”, he whispered.

The tips of your noses grazed before your lips smeared together in a stinging kiss that ignited every fiber of your body. The tip of his tongue slid along the seam of your lips and you opened up for him, your lower belly weightless, desire for Sirius overwhelming you. Dizzy and lightheaded, you let out a little gasp when you felt one of his hands slip down the arch over your back, bringing you closer to his solid, taut body. Everywhere he touched you was white hot, the taste of him on your tongue making your entire body shiver, down to your core.

You knew this was leading to something more than what you both were accustomed to. As you slid your hands around the back of his head, pushing your lips squarely onto his, whimpering in his mouth, you wondered for how long he would leave you this time, and before the thought upset you, you brushed it away. What mattered was here and now. And if he survived – and he most assuredly would – he would come back to you, because whatever was going on between you was never a onetime thing. You both knew it before, but tonight, your sentiments were put into words.

“Open up for me, baby”, he whispered into the silence of your dark room, and you threw your head back, feeling his fingers press to your folds, your skirt resting entirely on your waist by now. “Let me feel you… Let me taste you”.

You knew his beard would leave angry skin on the insides of your thighs. You knew it would be a torture to feel him fill you up and then walk around empty for Merlin knows how long. Yet you also knew he loved you, and you wanted drink his love up like a shot of firewhiskey.

“Not tonight,” you whispered into his mouth, staring right into his eyes blown-up with emotion, positive you looked just as fucked out. “Merlin knows there’s only one thing that I want between my thighs other than your head”.

And then, a fire coursed through you, a veil of tears burning at the back of your stare as you struggled to keep it in. Biting your lips, you admired the beautiful sight in front of you, bestowed upon you by some silly joke you considered yourself lucky to come up with.

Sirius said nothing – and he didn’t need to talk. His smile and sparkles dancing on the surface of his moonstone eyes had said it all…

#young sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #sirius black smut #sirius black angst #sirius black fluff #sirius black drabble #sirius black one shot #ben barnes #sirius black imagine #marauders era #marauders imagine #harry potter imagine #harry potter reader insert #first wizarding war

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jambenoirdragonbleu · 4 years

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Black + Blue Pt. III

Warnings: Signs of PTSD

Word Count: 1,387

OC’s: Mizu Florence

Lavender iris’ fixated on his sharp moonstone gaze.

The chef’s expression never changing despite his growing frustrations.

Virtually in awe of her unexpected visitor, the loose fabric of her kimono began to slide down from her body…her freckle dusted breasts nearly forcing their way beyond their silk seams.

“Well...”, Sanji finally softly spoke as he lifted a new cigarette to his mouth, igniting it with the subtle flame of his lighter.

Haven’t being this close to him in two years, her skin flushed at the sight. His defined muscles flex at his movements as he took his first drag.

“…you’ve had a really bad day, huh?”

Unbelievably it was the first time she had really seen…what really lied underneath that suit and tie.

His bare arms…his chest mostly left to view under such tight black fabric.

“Well, if you would’ve asked…”.

His hands returning to his pockets.

“…I would’ve showed up sooner”.

The soothing rustic charm of his voice ringing through her ears.

The light chill of the night probing her to frantically cover her torso.

“W-Wha…what’re you doin’ up so la…how’dyou get up here?”

“I walked”.

“You walked…”, her eyebrows lightly narrowed toward him.

“Well, sort of…”, the man shifted his gaze toward the edge of the balcony, taking another drag from his cigarette.

“Oh, well, when ya put it that way…”, the woman sarcastically retorted.

Retracting her lance, the woman retreated to the plush luxury of her quarters.

“Come on, then”, she softly called out to him, “before ya catch somethin’ out there”.

The chainsmoker pirate in tow. The stained glass door gently shut behind him.

The tumbling gears engaging the lock.

The shimmery vibrant designs upon thin silk of her kimono gleamed against the chandelier. Strangely matching against her long flowing turquoise locks.

Her sweet lavender scent now delightfully overwhelming his senses.

Her movements so lively…her delicate features emphasized at her most base form.

“So”, she finally spoke up forcing him to pull himself from his spellbound state. Setting her lance back in its original placement.

“I reckon ya got a good reason for scarin’ me into nearly knockin’ your head clean off back to the East Blue”.

A subtly playful smirk upon her lips, her arms folded underneath her breasts.

A soft chuckle lifting from the man’s throat.

“Sorry”, the man replied. Smoke still floating to the ceiling. “I guess I should’ve expected as much”.

“Besides, don’t you have company at the moment?”, the woman reminded him with a hinting grin. “It’s not like you to hold out on’a pretty lady”.

“Dunno”, he shrugged to himself, his expression returning to its previous state. “As far as I know, my rooms empty and locked”.

The woman’s brows raised, perplexed by his response.

“You…didn’t like any of them?”

“Actually, the opposite”, the man prepared his response with another drag of his cigarette. His passionate essence morphing the smoke into his vision of their silhouette.

“They were beautiful”, he confirmed.

Mizu’s features flooding in delicate sorrow. Although still clearly caught in her uncertainty.

“Each with a kind, soothing, and nurturing heart”.

“Well, of course”, Mizu’s voice softening in light solemn. “I know how you like your women”.

“Well…”, the man took a final drag from his cigarette before discarding it. “You’re only half right”.

“That so?”

Readjusting her kimono as it continued to slip further down her breasts, Mizu’s intrigue heightened.

“How’dya figure?”

“You know me well enough by now…to know that there is so much for me to love about any woman”.

Sanji’s hands firm in his pockets.

“Hell, you know so much…it was impossible for them to disappoint”.

A light smirk upon his face as he began to approach her.

“The flaws are of a woman are just mere cracks that can easily be mended by the proper love and care…and I have taken an oath to do so without a scrap of hesitation”.

Mizu lightly trembled at the sudden abundance of heat that enveloped the room.

“I am a man…that was born to love the most beautiful women in all the world”.

He firmly stated as he stood before Mizu. Her pearl flesh shifting to a pale pink. Her breath hinged.

“But…”, his tone softened. His slate gaze forwarded to meet hers, filled with anxious desire.

“I only ever craved the love of one”.

Mizu’s lips parted just barely as she tried to find her voice beyond her rising heat. Tearing her eyes away in a desperate ploy to hide.

Clutching onto the seams of her kimono, overwhelmed by the pounding in her chest. Forgetting how to breathe.

“…And…what makes you think this one…is capable of that?” Her question following a soft gulp.

“Because she told me”, the man quickly and firmly answered. Anticipating the woman’s potential to lie.

“…Sanji-“.

“She told me when she screamed it to the masses of an entire empire…that long thought she was dead”.

“That was…I-“.

“When she threatened to kill her own family if they even lifted a finger toward me”.

His voice rose slightly.

“I was trying to protect you-“.

“When she risked her own skin to save my ass!”, he nearly shouts as he lifts her arm in between them.

The sleeve of her kimono sliding down to reveal the bandaged aftermath of her stopping her father’s axe from colliding with the chef’s skull.

Yanking her arm away in sorrowful rage.

“Well, what in the hell was I supposed to do?! I didn’t have a choice or they were going to-!!”

“Kill me!!”, Sanji finished her sentence for her. “You could’ve chosen that, but you didn’t”.

Mizu’s glare was compromised with potential tears.

“…I…I didn’t want someone else to die because of me!!”

“But I would FOR you!! You know that!! So why do you choose to lie to me even now?!”

“BECAUSE YOU SHOULDN’T!!!”

Sanji was taken aback.

However, not by her tone.

Her soft lavender gaze…now split in half by her pupils resembling that of a snake.

Seeing her reflection in his stare, she quickly turned away from him. The pain of her power surging…the shame causing her body to tremble.

“Mizu…”, Sanji reached out toward her in heavy concern.

“Just give it a rest, willya?! You shouldn’t have even…been dragged into this in the first place”, Mizu replied. The weight on her shoulders heavy with grief.

“You had nothing to do with this…and now…”, her voice quivered as her pain grew.

A sharp gasp escaped her lungs as the man’s arms wrapped firmly around her body, her breasts settled in between them.

“Mizu…”, Sanji’s voice softened against her ear. “…just tell me...do you really love me…?

Mizu’s breath hinged as she pushed back her sobs. His touch soothing her to relax.

“…yes”.

“Then why are you trying to push me away…?”

“Because you shouldn’t…you shouldn’t love me…I…I could destroy everything…everyone…and…I still can’t even control all of it…and I can’t escape it”.

She lightly sobbed as she reached behind her, hands trembling as they grazed the soreness of her battered birthmark. Sanji’s heart sinking remembering her abuse. Imagining her pain killed him. “…this bloody hunk of scales proves it… I’m…I’m just a monster!”

Sanji’s grip tightened against her body. His heartbeat firm against her back…the warmth soothing her pain.

“You listen to me”, the pirate chef spoke against gritted teeth, “…you are NOT a monster”.

Her fists clenched against her chest beneath his arms.

“I didn’t fall in love with a monster. The ocean is a vast mysterious world…that many people only fear because they underestimate what lies in your heart. You are the very thing that guides fools like me to their hopeless dreams…but mine is the heart of all oceans…”.

“…but…I can’t feel it…”, Mizu’s sobbed lightly. “…I can’t feel the All Blue so…how am I supposed to help you with your dre-“.

“OUR dream”, Sanji abruptly halted her words, his voice soft, rich with love. “And it’s alright…one day you will...and we’ll find it together”.

With subtle kiss to her shoulder, Sanji began to gently pull the kimono down, exposing just a few scars upon her back…a light glimmer of her scales.

“W-Wait, Sanji…”.

A light shush quieting the fearful woman.

“Don’t worry…”, a subtle whisper against her freckle dusted shoulders giving the woman a pleasant chill.

The scales gleaming off the chandelier.

“…I’ll take care of it”.

Tagging: @digitalkanvas @completelyinappropriate @aquathemermaidstripper @glacian-apocalypse @melodiousjp

#one piece #one piece oc #sanji vinsmoke #black leg sanji #mizu florence #mizuchi of the north blue #mizuchi ryujin #blue dragon mizu #black + blue #blue ryujin #kingdom of ryu #dragon scales #straw hat pirate chef #bartender #sea witch

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thornbolts · 5 years

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10/12 Occult Faire Purchases

For once, Remington Thornbolt wasn't a vendor, and she celebrated the prospect of visiting a market where she was just a nameless face, unshackled by infamy or even her undead nature.

These were the times Remington treasured, the normalcy. Meeting Realta and Sabanth here was a surprise, but far from an unwelcome one. The two had been traveling through Lordaeron, hoping to dip into Hillsbrad to Silverpine.

A good choice; Tirisfal Glades was nothing but a blighted wasteland. Even the dead could not survive. The Blight did not discriminate.

But when the two mentioned they’d be going down to Uther’s Tomb, something nagged at the forsaken’s conscience: Andorhal. The city wasn’t far. Remington offered a black glass rose to Realta, a selfish request to lay the piece at the town square in respect of May.

Gregory nor Remington ever gave her a proper burial. Andorhal was ground zero during the Plague and a war zone for Scourge, Alliance, and Horde for so many years. For all the resilience and thick skin the hunter had attained throughout the years, facing the place where she had lost everything was too much.

Purchases:

Kul Tiran Hydromancy Purification Oil (for Leontine Lowtide)

The secrets of Kul Tiran tidesage hydromancy are locked near-exclusively behind their cultural gates.

Since their inclusion into the fold of the Alliance, attempts have been made to secure the method by which these hardy oceanic people use pools of purified water to view the past, present, and future with little to no effort - or connection to the leylines.

One method explained poorly by a drunken acolyte - plied by many, many rounds - was that tidesages bless a pool of water, and then add drops of oil from the processing of a very rare fish into that pool; this would create an oil-slicked surface that granted the tidesage commune with the past, present or future.

This oil has been procured by that source, and those familiar with the practice may be relieved or angered to find a source of considerable holy oil away from Boralus, or their homeland.

"Leo,

I know how bad you miss your home. This oil caught my eye when I first saw it. I ain't know much about ttidesages, but this seems like a little piece of home you can treasure.

Keep your chin up.

-Rem."

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Hyldnir Rune-painted Bones (for Remington Thornbolt)

A bag of mostly intact bones recovered from mass graves dug outside of vrykul settlement areas.

These are scattered remains of the Hyldnir - those that attempted to ascend by battle to the position of ruling Ulduar by the side of Thorim, due to the unfortunate death of his beloved Sif.

The unworthy frost vrykul Hyldnir that perish in these rounds of combat are buried in a mass grave, their caretakers indifferent to ensuring their spirits are honored by their body's proper internment. This left their bones exposed to the frigid cold and fleeting magic of Icecrown.

These bones have been collected by those who would desecrate them for turning down allegiance to the Lich King; inscribed with runes for empowerment, they can instead be cast as reading bones for divination.

Ever since she studied under Alton, the elderly Thornspeaker who Remington once nursed back to health in return for shelter, bone reading had become a hobby for the undead.

Even Remington knew powerful bones once she saw them. And these bones were to be added to her existing set.

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Imported Incense Bundle (for Pastor Floemarch and Loira Winford)

Several varieties of Pandaria’s most beloved and highly exported incense bundles. Crafted in the heights of Kun-Lai and packaged with a small wood plate upon which to rest the stick upright for clean, compact burning. Each stick is thickly applied with incense and has a base of a thick river reed, guaranteeing a long, slow burn time for optimal scent distribution.

These incense bundles come in four scents, and each bundle has ten sticks.

Dragon’s Blood, a cloying cinnamon scent with an undertone of rich amber and orange (for Pastor Floemarch) x10

Vibrant Garden, a scent of the Dream following a rainstorm; earthy and herbal. (for Loira Winford) x10

“Pastor Floemarch,

When you get the chance, I got a request to make of you. Ain’t nothing bad. Just holler when yer free.

Figured that you might enjoy this scent. It’s the least I could do for allowing us to shack up on the property.

Thank you for being the spiritual anchor for this little family we’ve all made together.

Embrace the shadow, pastor.

-Rem”

“Loira,

I got a suspicion I know what yer doin’. Yer bloody staff and singed robes ain’t exactly subtle. Keep it away from the caravan, and we’ll be solid. Anyone asks, I don’t know anything.

You know I worry. Stay safe, you hear?

Remember: Patience. Discipline.

-Rem”

Protection Spell Kit x5 (for Billy Highman)

Are you a warrior with no Holy Shield? A loved one in danger? This spell will create a barrier around your friends or home to keep out unwanted enemies and spirits.

This kit contains: Protection Candle Vial of Heart Poultice Carved Moonstone Pouch of Dreamfoil Instruction Scroll

“Billy,

I know you try yer best when we get in the inevitable fight. I don’t know much about magic, but the instructions on these kits should provide some sort of protection if you do it right.

Remind me to help you with your aim later when you’re free. Just dawned on me we haven’t gone on a bonafide adventure ever since you first joined the caravan.

-Rem”

Dispel Spell Kit x5 (for Ryeolan Quillsong)

Has someone cast dark magic on you, did you accidentally turn your wife into an Artichoke? This kit will help you undo your mistakes and counter that curse!

This kit contains: Vanilla Bean Candle Draenic Ink Diamond Chips Bag of Prayer Beads. Instruction Scroll

“Ry,

I’ll admit it: I laughed my ass off when I saw the pair of eyes I assume you drew on the back of pops’ head. I got you a little something-something. Ain’t too learned in magic, but these should help if you ever get in over your head.

They’re dispel kits. If something goes real bad, just use these instructions to reverse it.

You help brighten up the caravan, and I’m always grateful for it. Keep at it.

-Rem”

Purple Glitter Bullets? (for Remington Thornbolt from Realta & Sabanth)

A small box of bullets specialized for long distance rifles. When they hit a target, aside from the damage they also explode in a fine glittering powder which comes in a color determined by the box which is both safe to eat and also stays on for at least 6 hours before washing.

Whether you are claiming your prize in a hunt, trying to make sure you can find a trespasser you managed to clip, or just want to add that extra bit of play to your gun-play these bullets are the Cogs Crank!"

The undead was definitely caught off-guard as this strange ammunition found its way into her palms by the two nightborne. While these probably weren’t as lethal as actual ammunition, the hunter reckoned she could use these as tagging rounds to mark whatever encroaches on the Respite--And also as a prank to shoot someone in the ass with.

Locket of Mother’s Love x2 (for Gregory Thornbolt & Remington Thornbolt)

These lockets are a simple gold brass, polished and opening to two empty photo frames. If placed to the heart when thinking of fond memories of one’s mother, the locket will emblazon its insides with two pictures of your mother - even if none are in existence. 50 silver.

The ability to cry was long gone, but sadness was ever present when Remington thought of her mother. May Thornbolt was the first to pass from the Plague of Undeath.

The forsaken had nothing of her mother save for the gambler’s hat which was always present on her head.

As Remington pressed the locket over the cavity of where her heart would be, the locket shimmered with two pictures:

A photograph of May Thornbolt leading a young Remington by the hand through the forests and another of the priestess smiling, cheek pressed against her daughter’s.

The Fence Macabre would now see the forsaken always wearing the locket.

(Mentions: @hinahinagray, @ms-winford, @glitchphil, @lynaeclarke)

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neshabeingchildish · 5 years

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I know that the chapter is short, but also, the couple of folk that are still here are pretty understanding and I told y’all, I haven’t been well. But, I did wanna push something out for y’all and hopefully get my joys flowing again. Thanks for reading. As always, Tumblr changed my format. And as usual, I don’t feel like changing it on the post. 😄

Wedding Plans

Charlotte was going to tough it out and let Jasper give her a tattoo for her 21st birthday anyway, so getting it done a little sooner (and now it was more significant than whatever she was probably going to decide on), was great. And, she could now say that she’s had it done and never has to do it again. She did not have a high threshold of pain, like Jasper did. It was only a few minutes, but she felt like she was being tortured and she was not a fan of it, in any way, shape or form. But, she liked the way that Jasper spoke really soothing to her while she whimpered and kissed her on her nose and asked her if she wanted him to continue. He was so damn sweet and affectionate to her.

Jasper was the type of partner who, without fail, every month whenever her period showed up (first of all, he downloaded the same calendar app that she used to keep up with hers and any changes); he brought her supplies and catered to her, even if she didn’t particularly “feel bad” during the week. He monitored the dogs, in case she wanted to keep them cuddled beside her, or in case she did not want them anywhere near her. Periods could be tumultuous for her sometimes and he tried to pay extra attention and anticipate her needs when she was going through it. This particular one, she wanted to be positive and encouraged, but her body decided that it was going to try the exact opposite route.

Despite being exhausted with his internship, class and everything else on his plate, Jasper made time to prepare an extra special care package. He had gotten some tips from Adanna on some remedies and she had prepared him some of her favorite go to concoctions and mailed them to him. He put the glass jars and pretty bottles into the basket that he used every month for her care package and went to her apartment. He let himself in, of course, and she was asleep, so he was able to work in silence. The dogs were on the patio, which was gated and had their dog house and feeding bowls outside, set apart from the little table and chairs that they usually sat at whenever they had an outside date night. Having the peace of the place at his disposal, Jasper lit candles in each room, prepared tea, started on breakfast and set her basket and the card he’d gotten her on her dining room table, a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a set of “period crystals” (Amethyst, Moonstone, Obsidian, Quantum Quattro) that he had gotten her, but she had yet to actually use.

She got out of bed whenever she smelled food and limped into the room, ready to have tea and medicine, because her entire lower body was aching. “Morning, Babe,” she said, and kissed his tricep from behind, because that was the easiest thing for her to reach. He loved all those little random place kisses she gave him.

“Morning, Beautiful. Have a seat. Breakfast is almost ready.”

She smiled and sat down, “I can’t believe that you made time to do all of this, this time. You have a lot to do, Jasper!”

“Not so much that I’m gonna stop loving you the way that I love you,” he said and shrugged his shoulders. She gushed and he leaned down to give her a kiss on the lips. She quickly allowed it and backed away. She hadn’t brushed her teeth yet. “Anyway, I’ve gotta eat too, why not here, with you?” He presented a plate to her and sat down with his own. Charlotte looked at the time on her phone. If she took some medicine now, she should be functional enough to go to class with minimal to no pain. After breakfast, they washed up and headed out.

That week was difficult for him, because he definitely wanted to be sure to take care of her, but he also had a lot of important things to do. Classes in the morning, internship in the afternoon, sleeping until late, moonlighting at the tattoo parlour, and a nighttime nap until morning. “How do you get a chance to work out with this current schedule? You won’t be ready to play if you don’t keep up with your exercise.”

“Baby, I don’t think that I have time to keep up with sports. This internship is kicking my ass. I wouldn’t even be at the parlour, if I didn’t need the money.” He looked exhausted and she hated it. “Not only do I need to survive, but we’ve got a wedding coming up. I mean, I don’t know when, but I know that they cost money.”

“We don’t have to do anything fancy. We can just have our closest friends and a cake!”

“I’ve been waiting my whole life to find somebody who would be willing to marry me and you think I’m gonna commemorate it with “a cake,” Charlotte?”

“I just don’t want you breaking your back for something that isn’t necessary. Jasper, we’re as in love as any married couple, already. I’m committed and I believe that you are too. All we need is a legal contract and witnesses that we care about… and yes, a cake. A Charlotte cake, for me. I always wanted to have that as my wedding cake, even though it isn’t usually made for such a special event.”

“We can have Charlotte cake for everybody,” he said, making notes in his Wedding Planner… which she just noticed.

“Hey, what you got there, F Sized?”

“Our wedding planner. I’m putting all of our notes in it, separated by these little tabs, and I’m gonna get with Henry on the best ideas so that we can make it happen. Oh! He’s calling!” Jasper cheered and answered the phone, “Yo, yo, yo!!!” Jasper yelled and got up and left the room. Charlotte sighed and texted a group chat that she had recently created, titled “Matriarchal Matrimony Advice,” including herself, Rosemary Page, Jasper’s Mom Pansy, and Adanna Blackfoot.

“Hey. Jasper is running himself ragged and not listening to my sound advice. How do I get him to think it’s his idea to take a break?”

Jasper’s Mom: You would know before I would. If you figure it out, let ME know.

Mom: Let him do what he feels like he needs to do and just back him up whenever he falls short. No need to manipulate or trick. Just, let him do him. He most likely knows his limits better than you do. Even if he isn’t that responsible, he knows that he’s got you to think about now.

Adanna: My advice. Just let him know that it is really important to you that he takes some time for himself and gets some rest. You want your lover at his best and it makes you happy whenever he can be. To be at his best, he’ll need to get some rest.

Charlotte: Thanks Moms!

Charlotte’s birthday was nearby and even though Jasper hadn’t posted a video in a while, he wanted to be sure to do a Birthday Tribute episode for her. It would probably be the last one that he had a chance to create, with his schedule, so he wanted to check in with his fanbase to let them know and also to celebrate her, at the same time. He had done an engagement announcement video, but it was basically a couple of minutes in which he cheered about her saying yes, told the brief proposal story, and got her to show off the ring that he gave her. The outpouring of support was fantastic. He lived for it and hoped to see as much or more whenever he made a video for her birthday.

Now, Charlotte was trying to keep things lowkey for her birthday. Yes, she was turning 21 and that was supposed to be monumental, but with the exception of her adding wine to her diet, she didn’t think any real changes were happening in her life because of the birthday. The biggest real change that she had ahead of her was becoming the next Mrs. Dunlop… Or Page-Dunlop, or Pagelop… “Hey, what’s your opinion on last names when married?” She asked at dinner.

“My opinion, or what I want?”

“Those should be the same thing.”

“My opinion is that everyone should have whatever name they choose to have. But… I… do want you to take my name… Not as like ownership or anything! I just want us to have the same last name.”

“You could take my name, or we could do one of those combined last names, or both have both last names and have them hyphenated…”

“Okay. I wasn’t tryin’ to pressure you. You asked, so I answered…”

“I know! I’m just… I never thought about it because I never planned on getting married and now that I’m planning on getting married, I have to actually think about it. Plus, a wedding… A ring! I don't know where to start on any of it, or when I'll have the time."

"I'll have the time. Summer's in less than 2 months and you know I won’t have classes,” he said, not really seeming very worried about it as he teetered on his phone.

“You’ll have the time to do what… select your own ring? Aren’t I supposed to do that?” She checked the Clueless Bride App and said, “It’s on MY checklist!”

“I can pick one out and just tell you what I found, although, it really doesn’t matter to me what ring you get. The being married to you part is the prize.” She curled her lips and gave him a doubtful look. There was no way his sensitive ass wouldn’t feel a way if she didn’t get him some kind of exquisite, stylish, and probably expensive ring to wear for the rest of his life and she was not buying what he was selling right now. He smiled, “Just, do your best. I love you.” She folded her arms. Jasper was WAY too used to getting greatness out of her for her to be able to skate by with his wedding ring.

“Okay,” she said, and rolled her eyes, still knowing better.

Whenever Jasper pulled her into the show for her birthday, she was sheepish, being on camera with Jasper’s audience. They were… not the same kind of people she spent much time around and sometimes said weird things. Everything from too strong of an interest in their sex life, to trying to push children out of their relationship, to… just weird things that didn’t even make sense to her. But, he wanted it to be a treat and was so excited that it was her first birthday as his fiancee and future wife that she went along with it all.

They made the video pretty early in the day. She was glad to have already been awake and doing things around her apartment whenever he got up and insisted that a day of magic was ahead of them. Charlotte had gotten a few gifts via mail and several of Jasper’s fans sent stuff to his PO Box for her, too. All that she had asked her loved ones and associates for were engagement/wedding donations. She was accepting funds, coupons, gift cards, and contracts for goods and services. If someone’s aunt was a baker, she wanted to get in touch with them. If a friend was a musician on the side, she wanted to talk to them. She really just needed to know that people who cared enough about her to want to give her anything would just give her help with this one thing that she had never thought about and was totally unprepared for. All she really had ever considered was her dress! And that was because of her interest in fashion, probably.

Adanna offered to be her “road to marriage” spiritual counselor, do wedding and house blessings and make jewelry, if she wanted. She totally accepted all of those things that she hadn’t thought about a moment before they were mentioned.

Henry told her that he’d search for Jasper’s ring for her. “I know ya basic!” He’d typed on her post about accepting charity and assistance on the wedding for her birthday. She just thanked him and didn’t even argue with that insult. It wasn’t worth it when she needed help with the ring.

Patina had told her that if she needed any help with the dress, she would be more than willing to help out. She was always SUPER VOCALLY supportive of Charlotte and Jasper, possibly out of relief that Jasper stopped bothering her at long last, some time shortly before he gained an interest in Charlotte. “The dress, I actually know exactly HOW I want it, but I’m not sure about how much it’ll cost me and stuff like that.”

Piper: Make a Dress Creation Committee.

Charlotte: Tell me what that is.

Piper: You, me and other people of your choice that you trust will be a group that helps find material and seamstresses and stuff to make sure that your design is made into reality and whenever you can’t personally handle stuff, somebody in the committee can pick up the slack.

Henry: What, like a dress making village?

Piper: Yeah. Just like that.

Henry: I’m down.

Piper:... No. It’s like bridesmaids and stuff.

Henry: Yeah, that’s me. The And Stuff Man.

Charlotte: (At) Adanna, Mom, Jasper’s Mom, Auntie Cohort, availability??? (Grimace emoji)

Jasper’s Mom: I have a lot going on, but just keep me in the loop.

Cohort: I might not be available for dress things, but I still have a lot of stuff in storage that you might be able to repurpose. Never wound up getting rid of a lot of our things.

Rosemary: You know good and well your mama is on board to help with your wedding. ANY mother should be on board to help with her child’s wedding!

Jasper’s Mom: Let me know when everyone meets. I’ll do my best to be there.

RAY offered to throw an engagement party for her (and Jasper), for her birthday. She didn’t know why she would NEED an engagement party. Everyone was tagged for the proposal. Everyone knew that they were engaged! She told him that he could use whatever resources he would have used for an engagement party to redirect towards wedding things. “Because you were very ungrateful about my generous offer, I am going to instead throw Jasper a bachelor party!”

“Good luck. The frat bros will throw him a bigger, better, MANLIER one.”

“How dare you!”

Henry made an effort to be in town more in the summer. He and Jasper were working on the wedding plans, even though they hadn’t decided on a date yet, and fuel for the Man Copter was less than affordable, but the drive took so much longer and he also loved that he was now able to fly the copter whenever he wanted to.

“So… How’s the work schedule turning out?” Henry wondered, setting his things down in Jasper’s room. The dogs were there, because Charlotte had classes and Jasper just preferred that they were locked inside all day when she did.

“It’s gettin’ there. I was more concerned about this issue with my major.”

“What’s the issue with your major?”

“I still haven’t picked it yet.”

“That’s a major issue.”

“Yeah…” Jasper agreed, then they both laughed a little, before he elaborated, “Whenever Char first started talking to me about it, at the end of sophomore year, we were just getting back good and I didn’t want to make things uneasy. So, I told her that I was gonna do business, and minor in finances.”

“That sounds like a good plan.”

“But, I think I wanna major in economics and minor in finances. I think I actually want to get a business degree and an economics degree, but I’m at the end of my junior year and my advisor is needing me to decide like yesterday, more like last year, and now I want to double major? I can’t. I don’t have the time or the credits. But, also… I can’t let Charlotte know that I didn’t do what I was supposed to. She’ll lose confidence in me. I’m supposed to be marrying her in the near future. She’s gotta be able to trust that I’m gonna do what I say, or she’s gonna chicken out.”

“Maybe, but she’s also gotta be able to trust that when things didn’t go as planned or plans change, that you’ll be honest with her. Charlotte cares so much about you, she’ll help you through it. She’ll really be pissed when it inevitably comes out and you didn’t let her know.”

Jasper sighed and nodded, “You’re right.”

“So… What are you gonna do about your major?”

“I’m… gonna double major in Economics and Business. The internship should help me to be able to only have to add an additional year to my college career, if that. I’m getting a lot of experience and stuff from working there. If I get hired on, after this… I could make a lot of money. I’ll make more with the right degree. I’ll make enough to start a family, and if I work hard, after a little while, I can make enough to be the man of the house. Charlotte will only work because she wants to, but she won’t have to, and for me… that’ll be refreshing. She works so hard, Henry. Like, ALL of the time. She hasn’t taken a break since we got here. She works nonstop and her peers are so crappy to her. She EARNS their respect, but they refuse to give it. Meanwhile, I just show up to class and there’s excitement in it. Everybody thinks that I’m working too hard and stressing out too much, but she’s really the one doing all that and she’s not even having a good time. You know how skilled she is. I caught her crying because one of her supervisors talked to her like she was an idiot for 15 minutes, in front of a group and even though she remained calm in front of everyone and explained clearly what her position was, several of them basically told her that she should have just shut her mouth and it would have been over sooner. She’s so emotional all of the time, but can’t show it, because she’ll be criticised and ridiculed and all of her hard work would be discredited, in their eyes.”

“None of those things even make sense!”

“Yeah, but that’s her life! And, she’s wanted to work for so long in this field and she tries to remain strong and still do her job, but honestly, to me, it seems like everyone tries to beat her down. I hate it. I’m gonna do whatever I have to do to get her to where she knows that IF she doesn’t want to put up with that shit, she won’t have to.”

“The bad thing is that knowing Char, she’ll keep it up, just to prove that everybody is wrong about her.”

“Most likely. What I’m hoping for is that she accepts that no matter what you do, some people, you just won’t get to acknowledge your greatness. Even I know that there’s just no pleasing some people, and I have a fun sized brain!”

Henry laughed about this, but turned his attention to a vision board. “Dude, is this what I think it is?” Jasper glanced over. “Is this one of Charlotte’s vision boards?”

“That’s MY vision board that Charlotte helped me with. We started with my aptitude test results, feedback from professors and Charlotte’s affirmations about me to try to concoct a five year plan for me. Of course, it’s changed a little since the engagement and the major and the internship. But… It’s actually changed for the better, so we’re gonna revisit it senior year and probably make a new one based on the current trajectory.”

“She turned you into a brain!” Henry teased, loving it.

“Hardly. I try to pay attention to things that will help me be better because I really can’t stand the thought of failing her again, or ever, in any other way. You know? Well, I don’t know if you know. You never even go on dates. Where are you at, romantically speaking, anyway?”

Henry squirmed nervously and tilted his head from side to side, “I just… You know, gotta focus on making Junk N Stuff into a more reasonable and sustainable cover, and getting better at my other job, you know? I don’t have time for… any of that.”

Jasper made a face, “Don’t have time, my butt! Charlotte is studying for multiple degrees, works in a laboratory, is involved in extracurricular academic organizations and political efforts, and has an overgrown child to raise and two dogs!”

“You and Charlotte have a kid?” Henry joked, laughing uncomfortably.

“You… deserve to find somebody who’s gonna share all the stuff that you have to do with you. Charlotte worries about you all of the time. That you’ll wind up like Ray.”

“Ray’s awesome.”

“I know! But, she thinks that he probably should have somebody other than work friends in his life, and I think you probably should too. Did you guys even ever replace us?”

“There was no need. Turns out that you didn’t do much mandatory work and Schwoz can do everything that Charlotte can, and he does it right away, instead of arguing when it’s a horrible idea.” Jasper rolled his eyes. “I’m not looking for anybody and if something happens, cool. If not, oh well.” Henry shrugged his shoulders. “Nobody NEEDS a relationship.”

“No, nobody does. But, whenever I’m stressed out at the office, and I can call Char and hear her smiling through the phone, I know that everything that I have to put up with on my job is worth it and I get reenergized and motivated to do a better job than I did the day before. Or, when we’ve both been working so long that we haven’t really seen each other or talked or anything, instead of coming together and boning it out like a lot of our friends do in their relationships and wind up doing it to a complete stranger that they’ve drifted away from, we plan Talk-N-Touch Dates…”

“What’s a Talk-N-Touch Date?”

“It’s when we catch each other up on stuff, and talk about what’s going on all across the board in our lives and touch while we do, Not anything dirty, just holding hands, or playing in each others hair, or like her scratching my belly, me giving her a massage, whatever. Non sexual touch, so that our only time spent together in periods of hectic schedules isn’t just pushing around those hormones and chemicals in the brain, but actually connecting. And AFTERWARDS, sex is AWESOME! It’s the best that we ever have on those nights.”

Henry was surprised, but happy that Jasper was finally willing to mention that type of intimacy between he and Charlotte to him. It made him feel like they truly were back, in full effect. Jasper added, “I’m not saying that you need somebody to have a Pimple Popping Party, a Period Pampering or Wash Day with, but IF you had somebody who’d get rid of your blackheads and back pimples, or someone to treat like a princess her whole period, or somebody you love enough to spend HOURS trying to help her get her hair cleaned and moisturized, those are some really good building blocks for the stuff that you’ll face as spouses.”

“Well, I’m surely not trying to be a spouse, but living vicariously through you is sufficient. We should go out and have drinks tonight. Char said she’s off tomorrow.”

“Yeah. That’ll be cool. You’ll get to see my Drinks for Gifts Hustle.”

“I… You know what, instead of asking, I’ll just wait to witness it.”

This actually began before Charlotte turned 21, but now that she was and enjoyed having drinks to unwind after craziness in the lab or in class, it got elevated. It started with coeds with crushes and flirtatious lab associates trying to impress her. They’d pay for her coffee, or lunch, or saw something and thought about her and even though she’d let them know that they didn’t need to do things like that and that she actually had a boyfriend who loved doing things for her, they didn’t mind and probably figured that they’d get to be on the bench, if things went wrong between them. ESPECIALLY with their break up scare. Charlotte, an honest woman who talks to her boyfriend all the time always let him know whenever somebody did one of these things. Part of her wanted to see if he’d be jealous, but the other part didn’t want it to be something that became an issue later, because she knew that she didn’t too much like it when women did things to woo Jasper.

But, Jasper didn’t respond to things the same way that Charlotte did. He didn’t get jealous, like she did. He got proud. He was always delighted to find out about a new or a constant person who wanted what he had and just couldn’t have it, because HE had her. But, he also didn’t care too much for people always trying to do stuff to impress her. SO, what he did was estimated the cost of things. Like, if she said, “Farud got me a caramel macchiato with a doubleshot of expresso for our lab assignment. Saved. My. Life,” He knew that meant about a $13 gift from Farud. Or “Cicely GAVE ME a bottle of vanilla body scrub from Scrubbies!” He knew that was about a $20 gift. He kept record of it in his documents, and at the end of the month, put the full amount into a Charlotte savings. Every now and then, he’d get her some kind of special treat, “just because,” and know that at least in his mind, he’d outbought anybody trying to impress her with their trinkets here and there.

It became much more of a challenge/more fun when she began drinking, because Charlotte was HOT and now, she seemed to know it. So, he told her never to be ashamed to accept free drinks from anybody and that she could decide whether or not she even wanted to let someone know that she had a boyfriend. SO, she always drank for free and Jasper never “had to” buy her drinks, AND, he got to put aside the money that he would have spent on her drinks to buy her special and memorable things later.

“Wow! Did you come up with that idea by yourself?” Henry wondered, watching it happen.

“Uh, yeah. I wasn’t gonna be outdone by Charlotte’s non lovers.”

“Jasper, that’s a super great idea!”

“Yeah, I have great ones about 1 out of every 15. So, if I just keep pushing out ideas, the more likely that really good ones come out. This was WAY better than that Buckets o’ Meat idea that I had.”

Henry vaguely remembered Charlotte talking about Jasper wanting to have a food truck at which he’d cook and serve any meat that you wanted in buckets of various sizes. She’d asked him how much he’d charge for a bucket of steaks, just to see where he was mentally and he said, “I don’t like 100 bucks maybe?” Which… She promptly told him that his idea was terrible and she wouldn’t support it. By now, he was definitely more financially aware. He had this gift of appraisal that he discovered through his aptitude test and Charlotte encouraged him to practice honing. Turned out that somebody who could tell you the features of thousands of buckets over the years could assess materials, labor and workmanship with other products too. He’d always been a good salesman, as well… Well… He was good at speaking up the qualities of stuff and not focusing on the negatives of it. Henry gave him a hug at the bar and he looked confused. “We used to worry about you, but I think you’ve got a damn good handle on your life, Man. I’m proud of you.”

“Awww, Henry!”

“I’m proud of her too, and of the two of you together. I SERIOUSLY thought there was no way that this would ever go this far.”

“Awww. Henry…” The tone was less positive than last time and a little bit cautionary.

“Now, there’s nothing that I support more. I’m really excited about your future together, with how well you two have done together thus far.”

“AWWWWWWWWWWWWW! HENRYYYYYYYYY!” This one was the happiest and Jasper gave him another hug, then looked to see what Charlotte was ordering. “Hmmm…” He pulled out his phone to snap a photo. He wasn’t sure what drink that was, but he’d find it and account for it.

Jasper was knocked out whenever Charlotte got up. She usually didn’t get hungover, no matter how much she drank and Jasper didn’t drink at all, but typically slept in whenever he could. She and Henry had plans today and Jasper would have to be at the firm in a few hours for his internship. She got up and went to wash up and get ready for wherever Henry was going to bring her today. Coming out of the bathroom, Jasper was awake, but barely sitting up, brushing his teeth with the morning breath kit that she had for him in the drawer of the stand on his side of her bed. “Morning F Sized!” She cheered.

He smiled, rinsed, spit, and sat up to receive her. “Morning. Is Henry on the way?”

She nodded. “You should be asleep.”

“Yeah yeah,” he said and kissed her.

Henry took Charlotte to a few places in her area that he’d already spoken to or looked on their websites for things related to the wedding. “I… Just really don’t understand how or why you think that you don’t have time for a relationship, when you find the time to do things like this. You could be focusing on a relationship with this time,” Charlotte observed.

“I am focusing on a relationship. On the most important relationship of my life - mine with my two best friends, who happen to be getting married and it’s literally the biggest deal.”

She smiled. Okay. Well, where are we off to first?”

“Well, we can’t do cake. Jasper made me promise that BOTH of you gotta be there for cake, since it’s the only thing that you actually care about.”

“That’s not accurate…”

“So, since the thing you need to be concerned about is his ring, I looked up some and wanna how them to you in person. Also, I’ve got Jasper’s finger size and head size.”

“Whhhhhhhy do we need his head size, Henry?”

“Because I found something at one of these jewelry stores that’s gonna blow your balls off when you see it and I think we HAVE to get it for him…”

“Blow my…” She sighed and followed him into the store. But, whenever Henry showed it to her, she knew that he was right. It was a crown. A yellow gold medieval looking thing that had red stones, clear crystals, and silver accents. “I can get that made with jasper stones, and clear calcite or quartz. I can make him a WEDDING CROWN???”

“He’d love that, right?”

“RIGHT! I was gonna get him a trophy, but this is even better.” She gasped, long and hard, “What if I do BOTH?”

“I’m on team both!”

“Me too!” She was about to alert the jeweler, but then thought about it and said, “I wonder if Adanna can make one!” She began texting her and jumped up and down, “She can!!! What about the ring? Is there a ring here that you wanted me to look at?”

“No. That’s a different store, but… the ring is just as perfect…”

“Take me to this perfect ring!” Charlotte said, the most excited that she had been about any of the wedding planning since the proposal. Henry really was… great at this. “You oughtta be a wedding planner, Dude.” He laughed. “I mean, that’s not something I think that guys normally do, but the way that you know flowers, and how easily it seems for you to find stuff for us.”

“That’s because it’s you and Jasper, Dude… But… It has been fun.”

“You could have a little office in the shop of what you’re doing with Junk N’Stuff.”

“Flowers and Wedding Gifts, with a consultation to see if you want a wedding planner…” Henry thought out loud. “I could help fit the ceremony to the couple’s needs and also discount the flowers if I’m used for any other planning services. Might be able to expand it to be a bridal shop, someday, with an in home florist, because that’s gonna be a part of the store, no matter WHAT I end up doing with the space.”

“This is perfect! And whenever I have free time, I could design a few dresses and they could be in there, boutique style for those brides that want something a little different!”

“And if you get tired of those snooty science dudes treating you like crap, WE can go into the business together!” Henry cheered. She stopped smiling for a moment, then laughed it off.

“Maybe, Hen.” She said and shrugged her shoulders, “Few years ago, I would’ve insisted that I wouldn’t touch Jasper if the ghost of Carl Sagan told me that all the knowledge of the universe would be known if I did it. Just last year, I would have assured you that I’m not getting married, no matter how in love I fall. So… Hell, by the time I graduate and have broken my back to get where I wanna be, maybe I MIGHT just decide to make dresses in Swellview.” She laughed again, and he joined in. It sounded even more ridiculous now that she had spelled it out. But, it was still pretty sweet to dream with your friends.

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