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idkxwriting · 4 years

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We’re Not Friends

Author: idkhaylijah

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, mentions of Elijah x Hayley

Word Count: 2.5K

Request: Requested by anon - Hi! Can I request an Elijah x reader one-shot; the reader is jealous of Hayley, who keeps trying to hit on Elijah even though he’s taken? Oh, and maybe the reader is super clingy cause she wants to show Hayley that she doesn’t share? Hope it makes sense, haha

A/N: 18+ smut Idk if I did this justice - I’m just kind of running with these one-shots and not checking them that hard lol and I think I may have gone a slightly different direction? This one was a little tough, because I’m a big believer in playing it cool lol. Idk...vampire smut so hopefully you enjoy, anon!

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I am not a jealous person, Y/N reminded herself for the umpteenth time as Hayley tucked her hair behind her ears, flashing Elijah a bashful smile.

She watched them for a moment from across the room, Elijah saying something that had caused Hayley to laugh. He smiled in return, and Hayley placed her hand on his arm, leaning up and whispering in his ear. If Y/N wasn’t seeing red already, she would have lost it when Hayley leaned up on her toes, kissing him sweetly on the cheek before stepping away.

Y/N watched Elijah watching her walk away, growing more jealous with each second that passed and hating every moment of it. She shook the thought away, resolving to not let it ruin her night, and moved across the room toward him.

She was stopped by Klaus, pulling her effortlessly into his arms and moving across the dance floor. “I thought you couldn’t make it this evening, love,” he smiled knowingly at her.

She turned her head, searching for Elijah. “Well, I’m here….” she muttered.

He twirled her, pulling her in once more and forcing her eyes to meet his. “I’m sure your schedule miraculously clearing up would have nothing to do with a certain wolf being back in town…”

She glared at him before glancing away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she grimaced. Was she that obvious?

“Well,” Klaus’ breath danced across her skin. “It looks like our little wolf is back and on the hunt.” He tilted his head and she followed his gaze to find Elijah, Hayley clinging to him as they swayed at the other end of the dance floor.

“He can do what he wants,” Y/N all but growled, her frustration growing rapidly - at Elijah, at Hayley, at herself. “We’re just friends…” she had said the lie so many times it fell from her lips with ease.

“You have many talents, Y/N. Lying is not one of them. Besides, love, green isn’t your color,” Klaus smirked and released her, gone before she could tear her eyes away from the scene in front of her.

She blinked, realizing she was alone in a crowded room. She knew she had no right to be jealous, Elijah was more than capable of making his own decisions. She had told him as much, refusing to put a label to anything they were, refusing to be his date so publicly to this stupid ball. He had wanted more and she pushed him away- and for what? So she could continue to build walls and not get hurt?

She scoffed at herself. She had worked so hard to keep him at arms length, and it hadn’t mattered.

She turned once more to find the music shifting into another song, Hayley leaning back to look Elijah in the eyes, as if trying to convey an old feeling.

She considered her options for a moment, no longer caring about the consequences and marching over towards them. She tapped Hayley on the shoulder, who turned with a shocked look. “Y/N, I didn’t think you were coming…”

Y/N smiled tightly at her, turning her gaze towards Elijah. “May I step in?” She asked politely, though she felt anything but. She clutched her hands behind her back, her nerves causing them to shake.

Elijah lifted a brow at her, and turned to address Hayley. “Forgive me,” he said. “Perhaps we can continue this conversation another time.”

Hayley looked between the two of them. “Yea, sure…” she trailed off, shooting Y/N a look before dismissing herself.

They stood and watched each other for a moment before Elijah held his hand out. She took it wordlessly, and they began to move across the floor.

“You came,” Elijah noted after a beat of silence.

She nodded, leaning back to look up at him.

His eyes searched hers and it took her a moment to realize the music had stopped, Klaus tapping a champagne glass to gather the attention of the guests. She hadn’t heard what he said, but followed everyone’s lead to their tables, dinner beginning to be served.

Another pang of jealousy and annoyance shot through her as she realized Hayley had taken the seat next to Elijah, immediately placing her hand on his wrist and leaning in to speak to him.

She took her own seat on Elijah’s other side, Hayley’s movements not lost on her. She shuffled her chair, squirming in her seat.

“Is everything okay?” Elijah asked.

Y/N shook her head. “No, the chair is wobbly…” she shifted again. “I’m sorry, would you mind switching with me?”

She was sure she saw Elijah smirk, and his sister, Rebekah, stifling a laugh from across the table, but she held her ground.

“Of course,” Elijah stood, pulling her chair out and letting her take his seat so he sat between his brother, Kol, and Y/N.

Hayley scoffed and Y/N made herself comfortable. “Much better,” she narrowed her eyes at Hayley.

Kol chuckled. “The chair seems fine now, darling…” he commented with a grin.

Y/N just shrugged, and she scooted in closer to Elijah, aware of everyone’s glances, but pressing forward.

Conversation carried on, which Y/N was grateful for, but as Kol got up to fetch drinks from the bar, Hayley moved to take his seat, asking Elijah if he remembered the time they had attended one of Marcel’s parties together.

Y/N wanted to groan, but instead she placed her hand on Elijah’s leg casually. She was sure she felt his eyes on her, but she ignored it as she continued to trace her thumb along his thigh, leaning into him as she continued her conversation with Rebekah.

She was aware she was laying it on thick, and it made her want to cringe, but she wasn’t about to lose Elijah to his ex without a fight.

Hayley intertwined her fingers with Elijah’s on the table. “We had some fun, you know,” she said.

Y/N had enough, her temper flaring as she turned towards her. She knew Hayley could kick her ass without even breaking a sweat, but she was beyond caring. “Hayley, how’s Jackson, by the way? That’s his name right? The guy you dumped Elijah for?”

The table went silent, all eyes on her. Elijah cleared his throat. “Y/N, a word?” He hissed into her ear, not waiting for a reply before standing and gripping her by the arm. He hauled her away from the table, Rebekah and the remainder of his siblings exchanging smirks.

“See, I told you,” Hayley laughed, leaning back.

“You’re a shameless flirt,” Rebekah remarked.

Hayley shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it? Maybe now Y/N will come to her senses…”

Klaus rolled his eyes. “They’re both fools,” he muttered.

*****

“Where are we going?” Y/N asked, trying to keep up with Elijah. He had stormed out of the ballroom, straight past the bar and onto the dimly lit patio. String lights gave the small area a soft glow, but he moved them so they were away from prying eyes, warm shadows dancing along their faces.

“What exactly are you doing?” He demanded, releasing his grip.

She shrugged. “You asked me to be your date…”

“And you refused,” he said, still angry at the rejection. He placed a hand in his pocket and shifted his weight away from her.

“I changed my mind.”

He shook his head, frustration playing on his features. “Because of Hayley?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed. “No….I don’t know, okay?”

His jaw clenched. “Y/N, I made it very clear where I stood. I told you I wanted more, that I wanted you…”

“I made a mistake! I just...I’m not good at this, Elijah. And I am sorry, I know I’m late, but I’m here.” Her chest heaved at the confession. “For you,” she added.

“You made it perfectly clear that you and I are nothing more than friends.” He sighed.

She shook her head adamantly. “I know. I messed up, and I’m sorry.” she breathed. “I know I told you that we’re just friends. I’ve been trying to convince myself the same thing for weeks because if I’m being completely honest, what I feel for you? It scares the hell out of me, because we’re not friends, Elijah. I don’t want to just be friends.”

His eyes searched hers for a moment, and she began to wonder if he was searching for a way to let her down softly.

The phrase ‘too little, too late’ danced around her thoughts. She turned away, deciding she wouldn’t survive hearing the words that he had chosen Hayley. “I don’t know why I came, I’m sorry,” she said, walking away before the tears could fall.

She felt his hand on her then, spinning her back to face him. His dark eyes bore into hers, and not for the first time she felt like he could see right through her. His gaze dipped to her lips, and she traced her tongue over them, her mouth suddenly dry as the tension rose.

She wanted to speak, to make him understand that she knew she was broken, but Elijah made her want to be better, to do better. Her words were lost in the haze though, and suddenly he was moving again, his lips descending upon hers.

She had shared several kisses with Elijah, and they were all incredible- she often tried not to think about the experience that came with a thousand years, but loved to reap the benefits of everything he had learned.

Still, this kiss was world-ending.

It was fire and fury, demanding and leaving her no choice but to give in. He spun them, pushing her further back into the shadows, her back hitting the stone wall beside them. She was vaguely aware of his attempt to hide them, to give them privacy, and though she should have cared she found she didn’t.

She only cared about the sudden need to feel him.

Her hands buried into his shirt, bunching the fabric between her fingers. His own trailed down to her hips, the heat seeping through her dress and grabbing greedily.

She trailed down, fumbling with his belt buckle, completely oblivious to the fact that they were still in public.

He pressed into her, and she felt him against her thigh, moaning softly into his kiss. His lips pressed at the corner of her mouth, nipped at her ear and sent shivers down her spine. The tip of his nose traced along her skin, dipping low so he could kiss her neck, bruising the skin until she felt a sharp graze.

She stifled a cry into his shoulder as his teeth sunk in, the pain twisting into pleasure as he drank from her, and she knew he was marking her as his.

He hiked up the skirt of her dress and pushed her panties aside as she undid his pants, freeing him. He trailed one hand down to her thigh, lifting her leg so he could meet her, pressing into her with an urgency she had never experienced before.

They were lost in each other, and there was a small part of her that reminded her she should be quiet, but with each thrust up into her she found it more difficult, her pleasure building. She felt lightheaded, lost in a dream as he continued to thrust harder and harder, his hands rough - a contrast to the way his lips pulled from her neck so sweetly, as if savoring every second.

She had never let him bite her before, and he had never tried. Rebekah had told her once what blood sharing had meant to a vampire, and she knew this was everything to him.

She locked her leg around his, pulling his wrist up to her kiss swollen lips and pressing against his pulse.

He released her neck then, leaning back to take her in, his eyes heavy with want as she met his gaze. His movement paused and she bit her lip, her walls clenching around him.

He groaned and pushed her hair behind her ears, cupping her face and kissing her sweetly before he bit into his own wrist, offering it to her.

She took it willingly, keeping her eyes locked on his as she tasted him. His eyes fluttered shut, pleasure washing over him. His free hand traced his thumb over the punctures on her neck, slowly disappearing as his blood coursed through her. He slammed his hand against the wall, bracing himself as she fed from him, hiding his face in the crook of her neck as he began to move once more, his breath hot on her skin.

He bit once more, and as he pulled her blood she felt everything. Everything she had felt for him, everything he had felt for her, euphoria rushing through her veins and making her skin come alive beneath his touch.

Her belly tightened and she released his wrist, crying out as his hand moved to her mouth, keeping her quiet as her orgasm ripped through her, his quickly behind.

They stood there, panting quietly and catching their breath, when suddenly Elijah moved them. Before she could register what was happening her dress was fixed and she stood, her legs shaky, under the patio lights. Elijah appeared as pristine as ever, as though nothing at all had happened.

“Ahh, there you are, brother,” Klaus stepped out onto the patio. “How was your chat?” He raised his brows innocently and glanced between the two of them. “I trust you were able to work things out?”

“Y/N and I are fine, thank you for the concern, Niklaus,” Elijah said dismissively.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat as Kol and Hayley stepped out onto the patio as well, so sure she had that ‘freshly-fucked’ look you could only get organically. She ran her fingers through her hair, her hand coming up to her neck that apparently Elijah had already cleaned.

“There you are,” Hayley said, her eyes trailing over Elijah. “You promised me a dance.”

“And since he’s preoccupied I thought you wouldn’t mind a dance yourself, darling,” Kol held his hand out, quirking his lips into a sly grin.

Y/N tried to act natural, like she hadn’t just been having the best orgasm of her life. She smiled politely at Kol, taking his hand, but Elijah stepped forward, his hand coming to lay possessively around her waist.

“Kol, perhaps your time would be better spent finding your own date.”

Kol shrugged with a smirk. “What happened to ‘just friends’, brother?”

Elijah simply glared at the younger Mikaelson, dismissing him with a look. Kol backed away, nudging Hayley on his way out.

She turned, addressing Y/N. “Took you long enough,” she winked. “Elijah’s one of the good ones,” her eyes held a heavy sadness behind them, but she smiled before turning and following Kol.

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion. What was that? She pondered until Klaus stepped into view. He held his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowed in amusement.

“If you expect any of us to buy your ‘just friends’ bit...” he said cooly, stepping into Y/N’s space. His hand came up to her cheek gently, and she could feel the tension rolling off of Elijah. His thumb swiped at the corner of her mouth, and he held it up for them to see, a crimson dot smeared on the tip. “...you’ll have to get better at sneaking around.”

He turned and began to make his own exit when Y/N called after him.

Y/N grinned, the blush crawling up her skin as she turned to look at Elijah. She leaned into him, intertwining her fingers in his. “We’re not friends…”

Elijah smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple.

Y/N turned back to Klaus. “You can fill everyone in if you want, we’re gonna need another minute…”

She could feel Elijah grin into her skin, his arms wrapping around her. Klaus rolled his eyes and excused himself, Elijah still wrapped around her. “Did I mention how lovely you look this evening?” He whispered against her.

She bit her lip and shook her head softly. “I don’t think it came up…”

“Come.” He grabbed her hand, leading her away.

“Where are we going?” She laughed.

He pulled her in, kissing her once more. “I intend to spend the rest of the evening reminding you just how lovely you are.”

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nmikaelsonimagines · 3 years

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Trapped: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: Can I get a story where the reader is a Salvatore and they are with Klaus but their brothers reluctantly set a trap for Klaus and use them as bait. You can make up the end. I love your writing!!!!

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

“You alright, love?” Klaus could tell there was something wrong with Y/N, a slight tremble in her voice telling him all he thought he needed to know.

“I’m fine, Klaus. I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you.”

“Love you too. See you soon.” Hanging up the phone, Klaus smiled in the way he always did after speaking to Y/N. She was the girl he loved, and she made him feel things he had never felt before. It was a shame that she had such overbearing brothers, but if there was one thing Klaus Mikaelson was up for, it was a challenge.

The Salvatores were always trying to put a spanner in the works when it came to Klaus’s plans. He had hoped that dating their sister would stop that, but apparently not, with them always thinking he was a threat. Y/N had told him about the amount of times they had asked her to split up with the hybrid; at first, it was irritating, but now, now it was just funny.

Y/N would never leave him. She loved him too much.

But no, there was something definitely wrong with her. He figured he would find out when he saw her in a few hours. She had told him to meet her at the Mystic Grill, and so, a slight swagger in his step, he made his way there.

“Is this really necessary?” Y/N gestured at the ropes binding her to the bar stool. “I mean, it’s not like I’m going anywhere. You’ve basically trapped me.”

It wasn’t the first time Y/N had felt trapped, always stuck in the middle of whatever was going on between Damon, Stefan and Klaus. Always the one being used, and forever growing tired of it.

What was happening now was not her choice. Her brothers had used Bonnie to bewitch her, to keep her as bait for her Mikaelson boyfriend. They had made her call him, made her tell him to meet him here, where undoubtedly, they would attempt to trap him.

Attempt being the key word.

“It needs to look like you’re in trouble, Y/N.”

“I am in trouble. My brothers have kidnapped me and decided to use me as bait against my boyfriend, who, by the way, is probably going to rip you to shreds the moment he realises what’s going on. I-”

The door swinging open stopped her from speaking.

“Klaus.”

“She’s right you know. I am absolutely going to tear you apart.” Klaus had been listening at the door for a while now. The idea of her brothers, the people who were supposed to love her, sinking so low and using her against him made his blood boil. They deserved to die for that, deserved to die for hurting Y/N.

Klaus took a step forward, resisting the urge to laugh as the Salvatore brothers adopted fighting stances. He had Elijah destroying the magical contraption that the two idiots had got their hands on to catch him, so now, all that was left was to rescue Y/N.

“Klaus, don’t. Just untie me, and then we can go home.”

He looked over at Y/N. “Please, Klaus.”

“Y/N, they-”

“They’re still my brothers. They might be complete morons, but they’re still my family.”

“Y/N, we can take him.”

“Oh shut up, Damon. We both know you can’t.” Klaus did laugh this time, the image of Y/N scolding her brother, obviously fed up, cheering him up no end. “Just get me out of this, and we’ll forget this ever happened. Deal?”

The brothers looked reluctant as they accepted their sister’s proposal, and in only a few moments, Klaus had the love of his life back in his arms.

Only once Klaus had got her home, did Y/N launch into her tirade.

“I can’t believe them. They’re just ridiculous. I mean, did they actually believe that was going to work? That I was suddenly going to help them trap you? I can’t believe that I’m related to them. And you know what they told me before it all? That they didn’t want to do it but they had no other choice. Bullshit. They always have a choice and they always make the wrong one. I’m so fed up of-”

Y/N stopped, calming down as Klaus walked over to her, taking hold of her shoulders and kissing her on the forehead.

“It’s over now, Y/N.”

“But it’s not, is it? Because I’m always going to be here, trapped. Stuck in whatever stupid argument you two are involved in.”

“Well, then I’m just going to have to keep on rescuing you until they realise it won’t work.”

“And how long will that be for, Klaus?”

“After what you said to them today, not long.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Klaus pulled back, looking straight into Y/N’s eyes. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Well then, there’s your answer.” Klaus smiled, and Y/N returned it. She felt safer with him around, always had, always would. With him, she didn’t feel so trapped, Klaus having the ability to wash all her worries away. “Come on, you need some rest.”

He took her hand, leading her over to the bed.

“Klaus, stay with me.”

“Always, Y/N.”

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malfoys-demigod · 3 years

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Turn Me or Leave Me 2/2

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Summary: Elijah makes his choice to find and return you to him with the help of Marcel.

A/N: It was really nice to see that people wanted a second part. This one's shorter but I hope you still enjoy it!

Word Count: 1.8k

Tagging: @puddinmistahj-blog @moon-child-writer @wanniiieeee @agent-anna @mysticalfallsss

“All I wanted was a happy ending. A happy ending to what I have caused on our special day.” Elijah said, expressing his guilt on a sunny morning. A day after the evening of when he learned that you, the love of his life, had chosen to leave, and adding to the misery, asked that your memories were to be erased. Every last one memory he and you shared for the past five years.

Marcel and Klaus, being his only two anchors who felt responsible to hold the honorable and noble Mikaelson standing, stood behind the still-sad Elijah, listening to him sulk around the compound.

Marcel felt highly accountable for putting Elijah in greater pain, confiding in him the truth that came along with nothing but distress. He also felt sorry that he had to tell them something that made you unsure of telling Marcel in the first place, despite not telling them exactly where you were headed… yet.

The right hand of Klaus had sighed, looking at the ground, getting Elijah to turn around and look at him with focus.

“I’ll have you know Marcellus that I completely feel regret in myself for giving her the choice to leave. I shouldn’t have referred to her as a wall when it came to discussing important matters as that. I feel entirely in the wrong as she was right in making that point of no difference between now or five years for me to turn her. I vowed that I’d do anything to make her happy and I denied a simple request that I could have given in a heartbeat. I am clearly spiraling down a whole of great depression and fear, on the brink of turning my humanity off knowing that I cannot attempt to get her back. Is that what you wanted out of me?” he asked, irritated and drained.

Marcel looked at Klaus, who seemed to have shrugged, signaling that this was not his floor for him to say anything since he wasn’t the one to have gotten Elijah’s attention. He then looked back at Elijah, who was breathing heavily from what he had just told Marcel.

“I’m sorry, Elijah, you must have misunderstood me,” Marcel stated, “You see, I wanted to honor the moment Y/N and I had together that night in the airport. In order for her to tell me where she was going, I told her that there was no use in feeling hesitant to tell me since there was an assumption that you’d back off and respect her wishes of leaving, staying here instead. I shouldn’t have done that now that I’m hoping you’d sweep her off her feet again and get her back. Before you snap my neck or anything, just know that I’m on your side now, I want you to get her back.”

Elijah used his super-speed to quickly appear in front of Marcel, looking at him with serious eyes, “Then kindly tell me where she is. I’d like to get my wife back.”

Marcel patted Elijah in the back, smirking with delight, “With pleasure, but there’s someone you should know with her over there who’ll be brought back as well.”

Elijah’s face turned to stone, as his excitement was abruptly brought to a pause. “Who?” he asked with worry.

“I’m so glad we could end today’s shopping at this wonderful restaurant’s seating choice, Rebekah.” you thanked your newly made friend.

The two of you were currently at Duke’s La Jolla, a Hawaiian-inspired restaurant known for its beautiful outdoor seatings, overlooking the ocean views San Diego had to offer. This was near La Jolla Cove, a place Rebekah had planned on taking you to see after.

Right now, Duke’s was the place to gather energy and restore appetite after today’s massive shopping care of Rebekah at The Shops, an unparalleled experience for shopping at the city. She surprisingly took care of all the expenses, managing you to not stress about the endless rolling of receipts. She said it was another warm way of welcoming you to the city.

“Of course, dear, Y/N,” Rebekah waved off, “I’ve befriended the chef quite some time ago and got us the best seats for today. He’s remarkably a talented chef I might say as our meals are on the house.”

You gasped at the fact that meals were also taken cared of, “First the shopping, now the meals? This clearly has to be a dream, Rebekah, I’m serious, nobody could be that lucky in one day.”

“I can assure you that the chef of Duke’s has his ways of welcoming newcomers to his city and giving out free meals on your first visit is one of his many ways,” said an masculine voice, interrupting the conversation.

You looked up to see an elegant and sophisticated man, wearing a black luxurious suit, smiling at you with such captivation in his eyes. He removed one of his hands that had been hiding in his pocket, lending it out for you to shake.

“I’m Elijah, Rebekah’s brother,” the man introduced himself to you.

You took out your hand, shaking it with a small, enchanted smile on your face as you were charmed by his presence, “It’s nice to meet you, Elijah, I’m Y/N.”

Elijah felt nothing but pure attractiveness in how refreshing you looked compared to how he saw you last time. He was feeling nervous but wonderful to see you as you felt and appeared so different.

He examined how different you looked in terms of fashion. Rebekah transformed you into this fresh West Coast beach girl, successfully rocking the sundress and denim jacket as your hair was flowing down in a wavy manner. Your smile, it really showed that you were compelled. You had no thoughts of the troubling life you had in New Orleans, especially during the last time you interacted with Elijah. You seemed to have had no thought on the supernatural events happening, as there was nothing but sunshine on your mind.

Marcel seemed to have noticed that Elijah was about to start fawning over you for a much longer time than he had expected, which caused him to nudge Elijah in the shoulder, bringing him back to reality.

Elijah, animated back to reality, turned to Marcel, who was smiling warmly at you, “This is Marcel, a friend of mine.”

“He’s also my boyfriend actually,” Rebekah stated, smiling at you and Elijah. Marcel extended his hand and chuckled at you, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

You shook Marcel’s hand, gasping again at Rebekah, “Rebekah I didn’t even know about you having a brother, and now a boyfriend? You seem to be hiding lots of things from me,” you teased.

“Relax darling, I’ve only met you a few days ago, I can’t just talk you through my entire life,” Rebekah sarcastically replied, “No doubt that would take centuries,” she looked at Elijah with a smirk.

“Right, well I wouldn’t want to be rude anymore, Elijah, Marcel, would you like to join us? The view is to die for, and so is the food!” you proposed, inviting your two new friends to sit with you by the table.

Rebekah waved her hands at Elijah and Marcel who had begun nodding and gesturing to sit, “But would you look at the time? Y/N was meaning to be taken to La Jolla Cove and now seems to be the perfect time.”

You turned to Rebekah, narrowing your eyebrows in confusion. But before you had a say in it, Elijah took a step forward and pointed at his sister, “Yes well, perhaps you’ve forgotten that you and Marcel have matters to attend to by this hour, sister? Y/N shouldn’t be worried about cancelled plans on her end, I’d be delighted to take her for you, if that's alright with you, Y/N?” he asked, now looking at you.

You rapidly nodded in excitement, “Of course, I don’t see why not!”

Marcel clasped his hands together, rubbing it in successfully, “Well now that’s settled, I think it’s time to make a move now,” he offered, looking at the group with a big grin on his face. Rebekah pursed her lips in irritation, “Right, just fantastic…” she murmured, standing up and making her way beside Marcel.

Elijah took his hand out gracefully, which you took in response, standing up beside him with an elated smile on your face. “Well, thank you for lunch today, Rebekah, and of course shopping. I’ll see you at home later?”

“With good things to look forward to I hope,” Rebekah strangely replied, which somehow Elijah and Marcel knew what she meant, leaving Marcel and Rebekah to part ways after that, resulting in you and Elijah left alone again.

He looked at you with mesmerism for a quick second and then gestured his hand to the exit, “Shall we?”

Plans with the person taking you to La Jolla Cove may have been changed but something about Elijah taking you instead didn’t really bother you. He was nothing but a pleasure to be with at the moment. After multiple times of offering that you drive, you finally gave up when Elijah strongly insisted that he’d take the wheel and drive the two of you to your destination.

For some reason, the drive to the cove had been surprisingly quiet in a good way. Glances at each other were exchanged every so often, smiling at each other as if you two were an old and sweet married couple enjoying each other’s moments together.

While you were thinking about how kind and handsome your friend’s brother was, Elijah was feeling nothing but a breeze of happiness in his heart, seeing you smile as if nothing in the world was bothering you at the moment. He was a little sad that you weren’t aware anymore of the feud between you two, but he wanted to cherish this happy and silent moment the two of you were sharing, knowing it would come to an end later on as he intended of bringing your memories back.

Once you arrived at the cove, you quickly stepped out and breathed the fresh and sunny air in the small, picturesque cove and beach that was surrounded by cliffs. “Wow, I can see why this place is deeply loved by both tourists and locals.” you admitted, gazing at the waves and breathtaking sky.

You turned around, looking at Elijah, who seemed to have already made his way beside you, putting his hands back on his pocket. You noticed how elegantly perfect he looked in his suit, but it didn’t really suit the setting. “Can I be honest with you, Elijah?” you asked, getting his attention.

He gave a small smile and nod, gesturing for you to continue, “Of course.”

“No offense because I really like your whole get up and all but wearing a nice suit… on a beach?” you joked, laughing at what you said.

Elijah looked down at his whole look, grinning at your observation and started unbuttoning his jacket, “Yes, I suppose you’re right. I do hope though that folding up my shirt and trousers would suffice at the moment.”

“We could head back to the mall and get you some beach clothes if you want,” you offered, turning around to the car.

Elijah shook his head, and stopped you by grabbing your forearm, “That won’t be necessary, Y/N, I wouldn’t want you to miss out on spending more time in this lovely place.”

You nodded, showing a gesture of appreciation and looked back at the view of the beach, “It’s beautiful isn’t it? I’ve never seen such magnificent views like this. You see, I’m originally from New Orleans and I just moved here to the West Coast and I haven’t really had much exposure to things like this.”

Elijah, finished folding his shirt and trousers, looked at you with care, “Do you like it here so far?”

You nodded, showing eyes of hopes and dreams awaiting to be accomplished, “You bet. I don’t really see myself going back to New Orleans. I can’t explain how I’m feeling exactly but this place makes me feel free and at ease. Like nothing’s stopping me to live a carefree and happy life.”

Elijah displayed somewhat of a small smile, which to him was because he was relieved and happy that you were happy. The smile was small because he also felt unhappy that he was not able to provide you this happiness.

“What about you, Elijah?”

“Hm?” Elijah hummed in confusion.

“Are you living a carefree and happy life as well?” you prompted, asking innocently. “Perhaps there’s a special person in your life that’s giving you the additional happiness in your life?” There was something in your gut that wanted you to ask this, wanting to know if he had a significant other in his life.

Elijah chuckled to himself in a depressing way, looking down at the ground. “It’s quite a long story.”

“Ah,” you opened your mouth, happy that you understood what he was trying to say, “But do you love her?”

There seemed to be a quick and honest nod from Elijah, who seemed to be looking directly at the horizon, as if he was vividly thinking about his girl. “Words cannot express how much I love her.”

“So what happened?” you genuinely asked.

“One single yet vast mistake I made on my end. It ruined everything that we had together and I will never forget how much I regretted everything that led to her completely starting a new life without me. It broke my heart but I deserved that. She doesn’t deserve to have her heart broken because I wasn’t thinking things correctly.” he utterly confessed with grief.

You touched his shoulder out of pity, causing him to look at you with soft eyes, “Fight for her, Elijah. She has to be around here somewhere, hasn’t she? It isn’t too late to see if you have a chance to get her back and I know you will. I can help find her!” you supportingly said, trying to get his hopes up.

But it somehow failed. He sighed, shaking his head at you. His hand slowly touched yours, the one that held his shoulder. “Looking around for her won’t be necessary,” he replied, confusing you, “Because you’ve been standing alongside me today.”

You narrowed your eyes, wondering what he meant as this sounded strange to you. “I-I don’t follow, Elijah.”

Elijah placed both his hands on your shoulders firmly, looking you straight in the eye as he started compelling you.

“What we have just briefly discussed between us is considered a highlight of what I’m about to bring back to you,” he first said, “Recently, Marcel Gerard had compelled you to forget everything that happened to you in the last five years upon your request. The reason for this was because I denied you of becoming a vampire after being asked by you on our five year anniversary. With this, we had a massive quarrel, leaving you to have your memories erased and decide to start a new life here, away from New Orleans. Eventually you met again, Rebekah, but that doesn’t matter as much as what I’m about to say. I, Elijah Mikaelson, your husband, have travelled to see you, ending this compulsion to give you free will upon hearing what has been said.”

A few mere seconds had passed after Elijah’s compulsions and there you were, standing, and staring at someone who grew fondly familiar to you, bringing about tears slowly falling on your face as emotions were just attacking your body, hitting you right in the face with such clarity and impact.

Elijah only saw a tearful wife of his, narrowing her eyes with emotion as she didn’t know how to feel at the moment. He wanted to hug her and tell her everything was fine but he wanted her to make the first move, giving her the choice on how she wanted to react.

“E-Elijah,” your voice broke, causing you to just wrap your arms around his neck, breaking out to sob quietly. Elijah frowned in pity, hugging you back with such grip on his arms, wanting to not let you go. He gently rubbed your back, whispering sweet words and telling you to let it all out.

“My darling,” he whispered, “Just let it all out, it will be alright.”

Still embracing him, you shook your head, which he felt you do, “No,” you denied, “I’m so sorry, Elijah.”

This caused the heartwarming hug to stop from the two of you, as you simultaneously pulled out from each other. Elijah looked at you with slight confusion, after hearing you apologize. “Elijah,” you continued, “It was really wrong of me to lash out on you that night. I completely destroyed our anniversary night all because of one thing I kept going on about. Then I didn’t even let you know what choice I chose, leaving you to find out in a way you couldn’t imagine. I’m very, truly, sorry.”

Elijah gloomed, lowering his face with guilt, “No, Y/N,” he started with a low, sad voice, “It is I who is in the wrong, not you. You will never be in the wrong. What you asked for was something to do with what special thing we have. Of course it is my dream to live an eternal life with you, and when the situation appeared in front of me, I foolishly ignored it and words cannot express how wrong that was of me to do. I was a fool for doing so, for letting you go, and making you unhappy. It went to show how vapid I was as a husband and the guilt of that lives in me. It was I who destroyed our special day together, not you, but I. When you left without telling me, I deserved that as it gave me the time to reflect on how much of a mindless person I was that night. Knowing that you went here to start a life without me broke me. I never wanted to imagine what it was like to not have you in my life anymore and that fear arrived the moment we fought and I was trembling with such immense fear, knowing that life would crumble down without you by my side. I want you to know Y/N, that you are the love of my life always and forever. I am deeply apologetic for what I have done and I want you to know that I will do everything in my power to make things right, to make us right again, because all I want in my life is to make you happy and if you will, I would like to live an eternal life with you, for you are the light of my life.”

It didn’t take another second for you to think about it. Despite going through a lot on both your ends, he was still the love of your life. If there was one thing the Mikaelsons taught you, it was that no matter what happens, family will always come down as the number one thing in life, always and forever.

You nodded, starting to grow a smile on your face, followed along with giggles, which caused Elijah to tense down and return the smile, “Yes, Elijah,” you replied, “I will always love you with all my heart. You are after all, my husband, my lover, my favorite person in the entire world and I would never want things to end between us for you too are the light of my life.”

With that, Elijah cupped your face and connected his lips with yours, planting a passionate and heartwarming kiss to end the beautiful day in one of your favorite places with your favorite person. You returned to wrapping your arms around his neck, hoping to stay like this forever with him.

Perhaps the two of you could stay in this beautiful place for awhile, after all… It is your special week in the end.

#elijah mikaelson x reader #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #to #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x you #elijah mikaelson x y/n #elijah mikaelson imagines #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson fluff #elijah mikaelson angst #klaus mikaelson #marcel gerard

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perriewinklenerdie · 3 years

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Lights in your eyes (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 2,3 k

Summary: Moments of Ethan and Claire’s New Year’s Eve party.

Warnings: a swear word here or there, mentions of adult situations

A/N: It’s all fluff with these two. Couldn’t stop myself. I also really would like to see Ethan and Tobias finally work their shit out, it has potential, I’m telling you

“Who would have thought we’d ever get to do this again, huh?” Tobias snickered, pushing Ethan’s shoulder playfully. The other doctor scoffed, leaning away a bit with a hint of a grin.

“Old habits die hard, I suppose. I still can’t believe I actually let you talk me into this.” Ethan cleared his throat, straightening his back a bit as they both waited for the door to open. Right before they did, Tobias laughed.

“We both know that it’s not me that talked you into going to the New Year’s Eve party. It’s a promise of seeing Herondale.”

Before Ethan could protest, the door opened, revealing a slightly intoxicated Baz, who with a wide smile, threw both arms over their shoulders and dragged them inside. Ethan didn’t even try to argue, knowing damn well that any form of resistance would be futile with the cheery doctor.

“Happy almost New Year, guys! You’re just in time, we were about to turn on some music.” he walked them in, shutting the door behind them. “The food is right here, the drinks are over there. if you need anything, ask.”

And with that, he went into the crowd and the two doctors lost him. They exchanged a brief look, after which Tobias nodded and left Ethan alone, going to fetch himself a drink. That left Ramsey on his own, his eyes immediately scanning the room in search of the blonde doctor. He failed in his search, confusion clouding his mind for a brief moment. All of a sudden, his hand was grabbed by someone and he was spinning the other way around, his arms immediately full.

Claire rose onto the tips of her toes, guiding Ethan with her hand against his cheek into a soft kiss. His surprise melted away with each move of her lips, arms wrapping around her to pull her closer. With a low hum, he lost himself in her, reveling in the sparks of endorphins that her closeness elicited.

“Get it, Ramsey!” Tobias shouted, whistling loudly at the pair. Ethan waved his hand at him halfheartedly, returning it to Claire’s waist immediately after. The pair couldn’t hear the teasing calls of people surrounding them if they tried.

His hands wandered her body, seemingly with a mind of their own, but Ethan was very much aware of what he was discovering, from the lacy fabric of her top to the very short skirt that exposed her legs in the best way possible. Every single sane thought he might have had in that moment had disappeared, his mind overcome by her intoxicating smell and things she was doing to him with her hands in his hair.

He moved his lips to her cheek, caressing her face while she let some oxygen into her lungs. “I thought you said you wouldn’t come.” She breathed out heavily, the tips of her fingers dipping beneath the fabric of his shirt. His heart skipped a beat, his mind creating very suggestive images, far too risky for the place they were currently in. “Though, I have to say, I was hoping you would change your mind. I always wondered what it would be like to be wrapped in your arms as the new year started.”

Ethan’s groan was barely noticeable by others, the loud music, courtesy of Bryce, masking most of it. Claire, however, knew very well that it was there, smirking as she leaned away.

“You’re entirely too distracting.” He admitted, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear when they separated for good. She grinned, pulling him closer for a split second with a smirk.

“But you love it.”

“That I do.”

They moved to the spot holding drinks, talking quietly among themselves. Ethan’s face twisted in displeasure at the sight of various colorful drinks, much to Claire’s amusement. With exaggerated flourish, she poured him a glass of whiskey and presented him with it, grinning at the way his expression cleared up.

She’s never seen him this relaxed at the party. With his arm around her waist, they made rounds among party attendees. He told a joke or two, didn’t complain about the choice of music or about the noise level; Claire would even go ahead and say that he enjoyed himself. Months into their relationship, he seemed to develop some sort of an immunity to parties, or at the very least, learned to survive them with her help.

Bryce declared himself the DJ, not letting anyone else dictate what song was playing. He decided on a rather slow song, though it was anything but romantic; it was carried by desire, the rhythm begging their bodies to move.

Ethan was the one to initiate the dance, squeezing her hip before pulling Claire to the secluded corner of the room, their faces coming closer as the song rang in the air. She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him to her. The proximity was enough to allow them to hear each other’s heavy breathing, the notion sending sparks of interest running down their spines.

“Pity we’re in the crowd.” He muttered into her ear, twirling her out and right back into his waiting arms, dipping her low towards the ground and throwing her back into his embrace, an inviting smirk on his features.

“What would you do if we weren’t?” Claire asked, wrapping her leg around his calf, her eyes sparkling playfully, challenging him to answer. Ethan’s hold on her tightened, their hips meeting in a suggestive manner as they danced.

“I would push you up against the wall.” He whispered hotly into her ear, taking great pleasure in the way her hands ran up his neck. “Brush that silly excuse of a skirt up your thighs and tease your skin until you were begging for more.” His words had an immediate effect on both of them, his breath losing its consistency, taking up an irregular beat instead, matching the rhythm of her heart. “Make you take my fingers until you couldn’t help but cry out my name-“

“Ramsey, either tone down with the flirting or get a room!” Tobias was the one to interrupt their inappropriate at the very least exchange, a shit-eating grin taking up his face. This time, it was Claire that smirked as she showed him her ring finger instead of her middle finger, her own spin of the rude gesture that wasn’t as offensive.

“I’d say you’re bothered by something.” Claire called out, twisting to face Tobias, letting Ethan’s arms fall around her hips. “How about some therapy?”

“I’d love to have some therapy with a woman as beautiful as you, but I already went down this road once. Our Ethan here doesn’t appreciate sharing.” He shot back, winking at her playfully. “Can’t blame him, though. I wouldn’t want to share you, either.”

“Lucky for me, I don’t have to.” Ethan pressed her against him, a proud smile residing on his lips. “I’m gonna be here as long as she wants me to.”

“You mean all the time, then. That’s a long time you’re signing up for.”

“We both know that I don’t mind that in the slightest.”

The more drinks they had, the bolder Claire was getting. She often joked about how she was going to dance on the table one of those days, but he always laughed at the idea as though it was a joke. Well, that day, it became apparent that it wasn’t a joke after all.

At one point of the evening, they separated. Ethan kept mostly to himself, taking his time to talk to his colleagues. In the meantime, Claire made rounds among her friends. She kicked their ass in beer pong, destroyed Rafael and Kyra in Just Dance (she winked at Ethan over her shoulder as the song ended, being rewarded with a warm hint of a smile from him) and annihilated the rest of the party in medical trivia with Jackie and Sienna as her teammates.

She’s had more than enough to drink by that point, so when Elijah dared her to dance on the table, she was more than game. Climbing onto the table, barely managing to balance on her high heels without falling, she threw her hands up in triumph.

“Bryce, turn the music up, I want to dance- oh!”

She twisted and turned, but before she could lose her balance, she found herself in the very safe embrace of Ethan Ramsey, who wrapped her in his arms and pulled her down from the table.

“No, I don’t think so. Come here.”

Claire fell onto his shoulders, her skirt riding up dangerously higher. He brushed the material downwards, saving her some embarrassment and party attendees some intriguing sights at the very least.

He walked them to the room on the side of the building, only then letting her feet touch the ground. She placed her hands on his shoulders, firmly gripping him as she slid down the front of his body.

“My hero.” She mumbled, pressing her lips to his neck. It took herculean effort to brush her advances away, especially when she was this enticing, but he knew better. He found a place for them to sit, gathering her into his arms and pulling her into his arms to keep her comfortable.

“Do you need to rest?” Ethan asked, brushing her hair behind her shoulder. She shook her hand, twisting in his embrace until she straddled him.

“I need you.”

“I’m flattered, Rookie, but now’s not the time. Tell me what else you need.”

She squeezed her eyes, looking at him suspiciously, then leaned forward to kiss him softly. With her lips against his, she whispered.

“I really do need you. Only you. Right here, with me.”

“Then that’s what you shall have.” He nodded, pressing a soothing kiss to her forehead, and wrapping his arms around her tighter.

“I found them!” Jackie opened the door, shouting over her back. Ethan looked away from the window, sitting both him and Claire up slowly. “You guys finally got decent at hiding. Lord knows you both sucked at it back in the day.”

The pair shared an amused look, standing up and straightening their clothes before going back. She caught his hand, tangling their fingers together, lazy smile lighting up Ethan’s face.

The main room holding the party hasn’t changed all that much since they last saw it. The lights dimmed, there was significantly less food and alcohol on the counters and the music was much more chaotic than it used to be. This time, it was Claire that pulled Ethan into her arms and onto the dancefloor, pressing their cheeks together. Despite the music not entirely fitting the mood they were in, they danced closely to one another, light smiles residing on their features.

“I could spend the whole night with you. Right here, in my arms.” He mused under his breath, looking right into her eyes with determination.

“You bet I’ll be in your arms for the whole night. In more ways than one.” Claire promised, winking at him cheekily and observing with delight how a gentle blush crept up his neck and onto his cheeks.

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Then what else am I supposed to do?”

A helpless grin was all he could manage before his lips found hers, gently kissing her, as though it was easier than breathing air. Their surroundings blended into a marvelous fusion of sights and sounds, drowning out everything.

Midnight was crawling closer and closer, and with that, a new year, full of possibilities. Ethan twirled Claire up until it was minutes until the countdown, at which point, she pulled him outside, their bodies shielded from the view by the alcove.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted to get me alone.” He grinned, turning them around to press her against the column. She traced her hand around his neck, drawing their bodies a bit closer.

“Where would you even get that idea? I’m just enjoying my time with boyfriend.”

Before he could come up with some witty response, his body was hauled onto hers, brought closer by her hands, gripping his shoulders to pull him closer, and by her legs, wrapping around him to press their bodies as close as physics would allow.

They became entangled in a wild wave of desire and longing, stealing each other’s breaths and peeking into each other’s minds. Ethan grounded his hips into hers, a broken groan falling from his lips at the sensation. Claire smiled against him, letting his head trail downwards to tease the skin of her neck and chest, the flimsy fabric of her top giving way to his fingers. A wave of goosebumps washed over her body, the sensations he was eliciting pulling her away from the reality.

Fireworks suddenly erupted in the sky, illuminating their faces, lights reflected in their eyes. They broke the kiss, both of them turning towards the colorful show, high above their heads. Claire remained focused on the various images on the grand navy background, missing the way Ethan focused solely on her. He caught the smallest changes in her expressions; how closely she examined the shapes high above them; how the loud explosions make her twitch slightly, how the cheers of her friends pulled her attention away from the place she was in for just a little while.

And then she came back to him, truly and completely, staring at him with wonder in her eyes. Her hands traced the features of his face, her fingers brushing the lines of his cheekbones tenderly.

“Happy New Year.” Claire muttered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Ethan gathered her into his arms once more, getting lost in the way her green irises sparkled with happiness.

“With you, every year is going to be happy.”

Notes

Thank you so much for being here with me for another year. Each and every one of you is amazing and I’m grateful that you’re on this wild ride by my side <3 See you guys in the new year, let’s hope it’s gonna be better than the one we’re saying goodbye to.

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices #choices fanfiction

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alj4890 · 3 years

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Bryce x F!MC*Chris in a one shot.

A/N Just because I need more Bryce in Open Heart and was feeling a little angsty at how little we see him along with the whole "friend" mess. Plus it has been a crazy week personally spent in doctors' offices and hospitals, so my mind has definitely been in a medical mindset, LOL.

Rating PG for a little bit of language

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Masterlist

Ghosting

Chris didn't know how things had gotten to this point.

It couldn't be the work hours. She worked the same shifts Bryce did.

They had not had a fight. The last time they were together had been perfect. Romantic. Sheer heaven.

But if it was, then why had she not heard from him?

Not one phone call.

No texts.

Zero conversations at work.

Not even a flash of his flirty smile.

Absolutely nothing.

Chris thought they had become closer than ever when she was poisoned. Knocking on Death's door had caused Bryce to admit...well almost...what was in his heart.

And she certainly had not held back how she felt about him.

Then what happened? Why the silence? Why the pretending they did not have intimate knowledge of the other? Why was Bryce only speaking whenever their friends were around?

"Rookie?"

Chris looked up. Ethan, Harper, and Tobias were staring at her as if in expectation.

"Sorry." She mumbled. "My mind was elsewhere."

Ethan didn't bother to hide his irritation. "Do you know when it will arrive at work or is that too much to ask?"

"Lay off, Ethan." Tobias warned. "Everyone has their moments."

"Not weeks' worth." Ethan snapped. His eyes cut to Chris. "If being a part of the diagnostic team is too much for you then--"

"It isn't." Chris got to her feet, glaring at her mentor...one she thought was a friend. "I know you wouldn't understand since I doubt you're human, but this hospital is not my entire life."

Ethan stiffened, preparing to rip her a new one, when she turned on her heel and left the office.

Grumbling about a pretentious know it all doctor having something rather uncomfortable shoved up a certain orifice that should never be treated so badly, Chris hurried toward the elevator and slammed on the down button.

Without looking up, she stepped forward and into the arms of the one she hadn't had any contact with.

"Whoa there!" Bryce dropped his arms and ran a hand through his hair. "Where's the fire, Valentine?"

Tears pricked her eyes at something like that being the first words he said to her after weeks of radio silence.

Ignoring him, she reached over and punched the first floor button.

Bryce cocked an eyebrow. "Chris?"

She folded her arms and kept her gaze locked on the floor numbers counting down.

He reached over and stopped the elevator.

"What are you doing?!" She knocked his hand away when he brushed her hair over her shoulder.

"Checking to see if there has been any damage to your ear." His lips twisted into that smile she had once claimed made her melt. "I could have sworn you had perfect hearing."

That did it. That was the spark to set off the tinder that had been doused in gasoline, propane, and napalm.

Chris rounded on him, causing him to back up against the wall.

"How would you know if my hearing was perfect? You never talk to me!"

His eyes narrowed. "I do too."

"You don't!" She wanted to grip his scrubs and shake him. "You haven't called. Come over to see me. Asked--"

"I've been busy working and studying." He snapped back. "You're not the only doctor who has to do that."

"Please." Chris hit the button to get them going. "We used to study together. I know you don't break a sweat over books."

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed how hurt Bryce seemed.

"Chris, I know we, well, I mean I--"

She eyed him struggling. "Save it, Lahela. I don't care anymore."

He visibly blanched at her choice of words. "Chris, come on. You don't mean that."

"I do mean exactly that." She walked out of the elevator, leaving him devastated as he watched her walk out the front door of the hospital.

****************

That night, there was a timid knock to Chris's bedroom door.

"Who is it?" Chris called out from under her mound of blankets.

"It's us." Sienna, Elijah, and Aurora poked their heads in.

Chris softly groaned at her roommates' unwillingness to let her wallow in misery.

"Is she under the blankets or preparing to show Scalpel Jockey that she doesn't need him to have fun?"

Chris sat up with a start when she heard Jackie's voice on speaker phone.

"Really?" She sighed. "Every roommate has to be in on this?"

"She's been under at least three blankets." Aurora reported to Jackie.

"Five." Elijah finished counting the corners.

"Five blankets!" Jackie exclaimed. "This is worse than we thought."

Sienna sat down on the bed and threw her arms around Chris. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened." Chris wriggled out of her embrace. "I just needed to be alone." Her bottom lip trembled at the thought of this actually being her reality. "I'm--I was--tired."

"Is she doing that lip twitch when she won't share the whole truth?" Jackie asked.

The other three said, yes.

"Don't you have better things to do?" Chris snapped. "Jackie should be focusing on patients and interns minding their residents. You--"

"I am." Chris could practically hear Jackie's proud smirk. "But I am one of those highly talented doctors who can not only keep watch over my patients and keep those interns in line, but also make a friend of mine get her act together."

"I have my act together." Chris grumbled. "My act can be together while enjoying the comfort of my room."

"Get dressed." Sienna ordered. "We're going to Donahue's."

Chris shook her head. She could feel the familiar sting of tears forming at the thought of seeing Bryce there with the other surgeons. "No thanks."

"I'm sorry," Sienna's voice had sharpened. "Did that sound like an offer?" She jerked the blankets off of Chris. "Aurora, pick out an outfit that will make men drool. Elijah, go start the shower. And you," she jabbed a finger toward Chris, "You will get ready and go out tonight."

Chris's jaw dropped while the others scrambled to do as she said. She could hear Jackie's compliments over Sienna's bossiness as her friends left the room.

Knowing she wouldn't get a moment's peace, the young doctor forced herself out of bed for a night of drunken revelry.

***************

"Here." Sienna slammed down a tray of shots. "First thing to do is to get you relaxed."

"How relaxed do you want her?" Aurora asked eyeing the numerous glasses. "This will send Chris to the emergency room!"

Chris was tempted to down them all just to get out of staying in the bar crowded with doctors.

"They're not all for her." Sienna giggled. "We can't let her drink alone."

Elijah picked one up with a grin. "Anything for a friend."

"Is she drinking?"

Chris's eyes darted toward the cell phone sitting on the table. "Jackie?! Why are you still on the phone?"

"I told you. I have wonderful multitasking abilities." She replied. "Now down three shots."

Chris glared at the phone while doing so. She winced at the burn while slamming the third glass down. "Happy now?"

"It's a start." Jackie cackled. "Now go flirt and mingle. Dance and Gary! Who allowed Fisher to give an enema to the patient in room 3145?!"

"Have fun with that." Chris smirked at the panic she could hear before ending the call.

Aurora blinked a few times after her fourth shot. "I don't know why I try and keep up with all of you when it comes to drinking."

Elijah side hugged her. "Because you're the best."

A shy, delighted smile appeared on her face.

Sienna pushed Chris out of the booth. "Go do what Jackie said."

Chris caught herself before stumbling into Tobias. "Okay, okay. Jeez you are freakishly strong for someone so tiny."

Sienna burst into giggles while trying to appear fierce. "Don't you forget it."

Chris shook her head while making her way to the bar. Not bothering to meet anyone's eyes, she squeezed in between two men and asked Reggie for a bottle of water and a Rum and Coke.

"Looks like you're feeling better, Rookie."

Her gaze flew to Ethan's. "Not really." She cocked her head toward the back table. "I have too many doctors forcing their prescription upon me."

He chuckled at that before sobering. "Listen Chris, I'm--I apologize for being hard on you today."

"Me too. I mean for not giving our work my full attention." She dropped her head for a moment. "I promise I'll get my head back into the game, coach."

He nodded in approval. "I know you will." He squeezed her shoulder before finding his way to his usual seat.

She slipped onto a barstool while waiting on Reggie to finish her order.

"Another round of beers please."

Chris froze at the voice coming from over her shoulder.

Bryce moved beside her before realizing it was Chris.

His eyes widened.

She ignored him.

"Hey." He said softly.

"Hey." She repeated in what she hoped was an I'm not interested in you, hope you get your heart stomped on tone of voice.

He folded his arms on the bar, drawing her eyes to the way his t-shirt formed over his muscles. His hair was flopping dangerously close to his right eye causing her to be tempted to brush it back. His handsome face held sad longing in its expression.

His eyes were traveling over her low cut top and miniskirt before lifting back up to her face. "You look amazing, Chris."

Her lips twisted into an overly bright smile. "I know." She thanked Reggie when he handed her drinks over. Sliding out of her chair, she made certain to brush up against Bryce.

His body stiffened with lips parting in anticipation. His hands lifted to grip her waist, as if hoping to keep her there.

She immediately sashayed away, casting a mischievous look over her shoulder. "Have a good night Bryce."

"Chris, I--" he slouched against the bar as she left him for the back patio.

*****************

After delivering the beers to his fellow surgeons, Bryce glanced more at the texts Jackie had sent.

If you don't get that big head out of your ass, you will lose Chris forever.

She's not the type to stay single. Chris can only wait so long on you to decide what your relationship is.

Because me and everyone else are going to make sure she moves on.

And stop introducing her as your "friend". Everyone knows that's a load of BS.

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he headed out to the back patio.

***************

Bryce halted in his tracks. Sitting beside Chris with his arm draped along the back of a seat meant for two was Tobias.

The pair were laughing while looking at one another.

Bryce grit his teeth together while trying to appear casual as he hurried over.

"I nearly lost it when you told Mr. Thompson--" Chris jerked her head to the left when Bryce squeezed into the spot next to her.

He smiled at her while slipping his arm around her waist. "Thanks for saving me a seat, Beautiful."

Her eyes narrowed.

"I never saved a seat for you. Feel free to take the one over there, Bryce." She turned once more toward Tobias.

Not one to give up easily, Bryce leaned close to her ear.

"I can't keep my eyes off you." He whispered.

He felt her stiffen. "Try." She ground out.

"Try what?" Tobias asked, thoroughly enjoying the couple's fight.

Color flooded Chris's cheeks.

"Can't we go somewhere private?" Bryce whispered.

"Feel free to leave!" Chris snapped.

"I guess I should go and check on Ramsey." Tobias chuckled at Chris trying to explain she meant for Bryce to leave. "See you at work Thursday, Valentine."

Chris wiggled away from Bryce. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to spend time with my favorite doctor." Bryce scooted closer, keeping his arm around her.

Chris eventually ran out of room to escape him. "I'm not your favorite anything anymore." She lowered her voice when she noticed other patrons turning their attention toward them. "I doubt I ever was."

Bryce's teasing expression fell. "Chris, you have been since that first day I found you crying in the supply closet." He ran his fingers through his hair while huffing at himself. "If I'm being honest, you have been the only one I wanted since I first laid eyes on you."

Chris shook her head. "Yeah, well, wanting me whenever you felt like it is not what I thought we had." She downed the rest of her drink. "I thought we were a couple in love."

Bryce leaned forward, bracing his arms on his legs as he looked at her. "Chris, we--I--you mean more..."

Her heart picked up the pace in anticipation. She knew hoped he felt more for her than friendship with a side of sexual attraction.

When he seemed stuck at finding the right words to express his feelings, she felt her need to be under every blanket in her apartment return.

She rose unsteadily to her feet.

"Chris, wait." Bryce pleaded, reaching out for her hand. "You know how I feel about you."

"No." She shook her head. "I really don't. Each time I think I do, you then stop calling and start introducing me as your good friend."

"You are a good friend. The best." He stood up pulling her into his embrace, hoping she would understand. "I've never had that."

She snorted, trying to push him away. "Please. You make friends everywhere you go."

His arms tightened around her. "I don't mean that. I mean, I've never been friends with someone I dated."

She stilled. "What?"

He shrugged. "I usually picked the most attractive and went after them. I didn't feel the spark of friendship and attraction for any of them." A soft smile formed as he looked into her eyes. "Until you came along."

Her eyes narrowed. "So you've been ghosting me because of that?"

"Yes." He shook his head. "No. I mean, I didn't mean to." His head dropped in frustration. "If I was with anybody else, you would have been the friend I would have gone to for relationship advice. But since you are the one I want to be in a relationship with, I couldn't come talk to you about how I should go about this."

Chris's lips were parted in confusion.

Bryce decided he wanted to communicate his feelings in a different manner.

Taking advantage of the position they were in, he captured her lips in a heated kiss. He felt a sense of triumphant when her fingers tangled in is hair. His hands drifted down, molding her soft curves to his hard muscles.

Bryce was dazed by the way she responded to his touch.

Chris broke away from the kiss. Her breath brushed his lips while she lifted her eyes to his. Gripping his t-shirt, she shook him.

"As a friend," she began, "I suggest you tell this Chris exactly what is in your heart or else she will end up ghosting you for a change."

His typical flirty smirk formed. "You think she might feel the same way about me?"

"Maybe." She replied, smiling back. "You'll never know if you don't tell her."

"I do hate unsolved mysteries." He muttered leaning down to kiss her once more.

Chris placed her index finger on his lips, stopping them from meeting her own. "Feelings first Lahela, then that."

"I love you, Chris." He responded.

She relaxed in his arms. "I love you too, Bryce." She leaned forward to kiss him. "And I'll make sure to give you an outline of how you will behave in our relationship.

His laughter soon turned to a moan from the intensity of her kiss.

"An outline huh?" He teased.

"Maybe a PowerPoint presentation." She smiled against his lips. "What else are friends for?"

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thebadboyfanclub · 4 years

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We’ll See About That (Elijah x Klaus x Reader)

Requested by anon. I wrote this two times cause my laptop decided to be an asshole and wouldn’t let me post it. Enjoy

(Y/n) was raised by her parents and the small pack of werewolves they belonged a few miles away from New Orleans. However she wasn’t a child brought to life as a result of a happy marriage, her mother married her father because of an arranged marriage, so s he fell in love with a warlock while being stuck at a toxic marriage. When (y/n) was born everything became worse, her father started to suspect and her mother took her stuff and (y/n) in the middle of the night and left, she was only 11 but she was thrilled to leave everything behind.

However, she never cared for the whole werewolf thing nor cared if she was a witch, she was spiritual yes, meditating and cleansing her house, having different type of tarot decks and aligning her chakra was something that brought her peace, but going in further was like dipping your fingers in the honey jar and expecting your hands to not get sticky.

(Y/n) studied abroad, once again leaving everything behind and making her own memories and decisions as a young adult. She knew that to “active” the wolf gene meant you have to kill somebody and she never had that intention, one night though when a man decided to follow her home and attack her, she lost control and had to not only deal with activating the curse but also dealing with the police and finding a way to keep her criminal record clean.

As graduation rolled around (y/n) decided to go back to the U.S.A, New Orleans to be exact. She could never go back to the pack her dad belong, she hadn’t talked to him in years and she doubted he would want to help,so her mother told her that a lot of different people have their home in New Orleans, so she decided to try her luck there.

“A pretty woman like you alone? It must be my birthday”

It was (y/n)’s first night in New Orleans, so she decided to go and have a drink, maybe get an idea or two on how to find someone that is willing to help her. She was sitting peacefully drinking her cocktail when a tipsy and absolute douche approached her.

“Well go find a cake, cause I for sure ain’t giving you any”

“Too bad, i’m sure your icing taste great”

Her facial expression showed how disgusted she was by the vulgar comment, she was about to answer a man when she saw a man nudge the annoying creep and take her hand in his.

“My sincere apologies for keeping you waiting love, you look beautiful”

He brought her hand up to his lips and looked at her right in the eyes, the wink he gave her made her understand what his plan was at. She smiled brightly at the kind stranger

“No worries babe, let me introduce you to this absolute creep that tried to hit on me”

“Oh how amusing. Listen mate, you have two options, one is to keep going at this and force me into take actions that will make me your worst nightmare, second is go on with your night while your arms are still attached to your body. Choice is yours”

He didn’t even say anything, he just looked down and left, (y/n) could see his already fragile ego crumble right in front of her. She started laughing, finding the entire situation cut out of a comedy.

“Thank you so much, let me buy you a drink”

“I think it goes the other way around love”

“It’s the 21st century, also you deserve one for scaring him to death. I’m (y/n) by the way”

“Klaus, pleasure to officially meet you”

They ended up talking and drinking for hours on end, the conversation flowed effortlessly making them feel comfortable with each other. Klaus walked (y/n) home at the wee hours of the morning, oh how beautiful she looked as the first streaks of sunlight caressed her face. They hugged and made a promise to see each other again

(y/n) slept until 3 p.m and woke up to her stomach demanding food after the back to back drinks she had last night with her new friend. She did her morning routine and decided into putting on a yellow sundress and placed her hair up into a quick updo, last was her moisturizer and sun screen, to protect her skin but also give her a nice glow and she was ready to hit the streets.

She got distracted by a very talented musician that played on the side of the road when she bumped into a mans back. As Elijah turned around all he saw was light, he couldn’t really put it into words but the woman that was standing right there looked like she was surrounded by the holy light and angels.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking at where I was going”

If sirens every existed, she was one of them. Her voice sounded like little singing bells and those eyes, her gaze could stop the devil. He was so astonished by her beauty that he didn’t realized the human like fairy had stopped talking, making him look like he was mute.

“It’s alright dear, no need to worry”

“I got distracted, I am usually very aware of my surroundings”

“I understand, this town is full of distractions. Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Elijah”

“Ohhh YOU are Elijah”

“Pardon?”

(Y/n) remembered the name from last night. Klaus had mentioned how him and his brother Elijah with his sister Rebekah came back to town. Of course Elijah was not aware of that conversation

“Your brother Klaus, I met him yesterday when he came to my rescue. I’m new here so he kept me company”

“What a kind and rare thing for my brother to do”

Of course Klaus would put his best foot forward when he meets a girl, well at least she was not hurt by him nor by anyone, such a shame for a miracle like her to get harmed. Regardless of that, Elijah got an incredible idea

“Well since my brother made a friend-which never really happens- I like to say that they are my friends as well, so would you accept my offer and accompany at our home for dinner tomorrow?”

“Oh you don’t have to, it’s fine”

“I insist, since you are new here someone should show you hospitality”

(Y/n) couldn’t really keep up with this whole thing, two handsome brothers coming to her aid and wanting to bring her over for dinner, it was almost too good to be true. She would dumb if she didn’t accept

“Fine, but i’ll warn you I have a big appetite”

As Elijah informed his brother of the interaction he had with (y/n) and the invitation he gave her for dinner the brothers started to sharpen their knives. Both of them requesting specific dishes from the chef they hired, arguing over what wine goes best and what music should they play or if there’s going to be music.

The hours passed and (y/n) stood outside their door. Klaus was the one to greet her first, he was stunned when he saw her. Her hair was down and curly, she wore a satin maxi dress with a plunging neckline and a slit on the side that showed her right leg.

“You really outdid yourself love, you look ravishing”

“Why thank you Klaus, you look amazing in this suit as well”

Klaus had chosen a formal attire for the evening, a black suited he had tailored back in the 20s, you could never go wrong with a classic.Klaus offered her his arm and she linked hers with his, walking in the house that looked like it was cut out of a fairytale.

“(y/n) you arrived, I must say that you are breathtaking”

“Thank you Elijah, you look very handsome as well, do you sleep with a suit on?”

Klaus took the opportunity and pulled a chair back for (y/n), helping her and then took his seat as well.

The night passed beautifully,(y/n) felt so pampered and the brothers felt euphoric by being at her good graces, they also spend the entire night keeping mental notes on who (y/n) smiled more, who’s joked she laughed, what compliments she gave, what foods she liked and most importantly who she talked to more. As the night came to an end (y/n) insisted into taking her car, besides two glasses of wine were nothing compared to the tons of alcohol she consumed when she was in college.

“Thank you for everything tonight, it was truly amazing”

“Of course love, with a guest like you anything else would have been an embarrassment, right brother?”

“Yes that’s quite right Klaus, we hope to see you again then”

“For sure, I wouldn’t pass on tasting that delicious food again”

She hugged both of them and then they saw her disappearing into the night, leaving them both with the sweet taste of happiness that they got to dine with such a magical being, they had to agree that (y/n) was the most peaceful and calming human being they have met.

“Well brother, I am happy you bravely put on a fight but I think I’ll take it from here”

“We’ll see about that Niklaus”

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heauxplesslydevoted · 4 years

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Miami Nights (Ethan x MC)

Warning: 18+, NSFW.

Summary: While in Miami to celebrate their upcoming wedding, Ethan and Naomi sneak away from the festivities to have their own celebration.

A/N: Like all of my NSFW fics, this was 100% self indulgent and written with only me in mind.

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As always, let me know if you want to be tagged or untagged. And if your tags do not work, I’m sorry, and blame Tumblr. ~v~ In a perfect world, Ethan Ramsey would be at home, on his couch, a good book in one hand and a tumbler of scotch in the other. The last place he necessarily wants to be is in the crowded bar of a Miami hotel, sandwiched between a 21 year old girl and her friends, and some guy crying into his pint of beer.

The things Ethan does for love.

Coming to Miami was Naomi’s idea. She wanted a fun weekend away for their bachelor and bachelorette parties, and Miami was the only place she even considered going. What better way to celebrate their upcoming nuptials than to go to the city, specifically the hotel that started it all?

He hasn’t seen her all day, her friends kidnapping her as soon as their plane touched down. He misses her. They’ve been attached at the hip ever since they began dating, even more so after she moved into his condo, and being without her feels strange, even if it’s only for a night. And while he’s grown fond of Naomi’s merry band of misfits, spending the entire night with Bryce, Elijah, and Rafael requires more patience than he has.

He’s spent the entire day with them, and his capacity to be around other people has reached its limit. So while the guys were making plans of going to a strip club, Ethan left altogether, quietly slipping out of their room.

Ethan feels a tap on his shoulder. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

He’d recognize that voice anywhere, the slight drawl of Naomi’s accent when she has to pronounce certain words. Once he’s turned around, all thoughts of what he could possibly say are gone.

After two years together, Naomi’s beauty shouldn’t stun him anymore, but she still manages to render him speechless.

“Wow,” is the word his brain finally settles on.

Forever the drama queen, Naomi twirls around so her fiancé can get a full look at the sparkly dress she’s wearing. “I take it you like the dress?”

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Her eyes sweep over Ethan, taking him in. He’s not doing anything in particular, but his presence is still commanding and magnetic. “You look pretty handsome yourself. Now, do you care to tell me why you’re missing your bachelor party?”

“I didn’t want to go to a strip club,” Ethan says simply. “And Lahela kept referring to us in third person, calling us ‘The Boys’ all night. It was becoming tiresome, so I left.”

“You can’t leave your own bachelor party.”

“Says the woman who ditched her bachelorette party,” Ethan shoots back.

Naomi rolls her eyes. “I only left my bachelorette party because you texted me to meet you down here.”

“I was simply over the night,” he says with a shrug. “We did a bit of gambling, we went to a cigar lounge, we got dinner. That’s more than enough entertainment for me. The other guys will be fine for the rest of the night if I’m not there.”

“Well if you’re checking out for the night, so am I.”

“No, you can still enjoy the festivities with your friends.”

Naomi shrugs. “Kyra and Sienna went too hard on the tequila shots at the club, and they’re currently passed out. Aurora, Jackie, and I were just in their room talking.”

“About anything in particular?”

“Mostly hospital gossip, nothing major.” Naomi takes a step forward and wraps her arms around Ethan’s neck. “Take me to our room, we can order room service and have our own celebration.”

One of Ethan’s eyebrows raises at the command. His hand travels to his fiancée’s hip, squeezing roughly. “Oh yeah? What kind of celebration?”

“I don’t know,” Naomi says, playing coy. “But I’m sure you can come up with something, doctor.”

~v~

They manage to get to their floor in record time, after Ethan requests that a bottle of wine get sent up to their room, which is a miracle because they spend entirely too much time stumbling through the halls, stealing kisses and touching each other.

Because they got separated early in the day, Naomi didn’t get a chance to see the room she and Ethan would be staying in for the weekend. As soon as he slides the key card through the door and pushes it open, Naomi just knows.

It’s the same suite she and Ethan shared the first time they visited The Celestial. “Ethan, this is...wow.”

“I take it you’re surprised?”

“I’m more than surprised.”

Naomi wanders around the room, her fingers lightly touching all of the fixtures. The bedding is still the same, white and lavender, the room open and light. It even smells the same, and suddenly she’s transported back in time, 3 years ago.

Leaving Ethan where he’s standing, Naomi heads to the balcony, throwing open the sliding glass door. Everything is so still, weird for a city like Miami that’s constantly buzzing with energy. She doesn’t notice Ethan step out a minute later, a chilled bottle of merlot and two glasses in his hand.

He pops open the bottle and pours them both a glass, handing one to her. “Would you like to toast?”

“Sure.” Naomi raises her glass. “Here’s to us, our upcoming nuptials, and the best marriage the world has ever seen.”

“That’s a bold toast.” Ethan gently clinks his glass against hers. “I’ll drink to that.”

Naomi takes a hearty sip, ignoring all of the tips a sommelier usually gives on how to drink, the fruitiness of the wine taking over. She watches as Ethan heads to the railing, his own glass less than full.

“I still can’t believe you managed to get this room,” she says, sighing wistfully, overlooking the ocean from her vantage point. “How did you pull it off?”

“Everyone has a price. I said money was no object, and when I told them it was a surprise for my fiancée, they were a bit more inclined to help.”

“Really?” Ethan hums and nods in response.

“I told them the room has sentimental value to me,” he explains further. “It’s the room where I realized I was utterly helpless against your charms.”

“Ethan Ramsey, you’re truly a romantic at heart.”

He’ll never get used to hearing her praise him so openly. Ethan ducks his head down so Naomi can’t see the flush creeping up his neck at the compliment. “You bring out this romantic side of me.”

She goes to join him at the railing. He doesn’t say anything, but he slips his arm around her waist, pulling her close.

Butterflies bloom in her stomach at his words. It’s nice to know that their first trip to Miami means so much to him, because it was an absolute game changer for her.

“I remember everything about that night so vividly,” Naomi says, her voice almost a whisper.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Losing to Declan in that poker match, coming out here, sharing a bottle of pinot noir, and talking about Naveen and my dreams for the type of doctor I want to be. I remember it all.”

“And then we kissed,” Ethan adds.

“Oh yeah, we did kiss, huh? I can’t believe I almost forgot that.”

“Ha ha, Rookie.”

“You know I’m just kidding. Of course I remember that kiss. It was the start of quite the journey for us.” A pained look flashed across Ethan’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“I kissed you and then I immediately reneged. I started us on that ridiculous journey and wasted so much precious time because I didn’t want to admit that I was falling for you.”

“Hey.” Naomi grabs Ethan’s hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “I love you, and look at where we are right now. We’re getting married next week, we’re starting the rest of our lives together. Yes, the journey took a bit longer than I had hoped, but I don’t think I’d change anything in our past. It’s led us to this moment right here.”

“How are you so much more...wise and articulate than me?”

Naomi shrugs. “It’s a gift. Not everyone is privileged to possess it.”

“You remember all of the broad strokes of that night in Miami, but I’m more fond of the tiny details.”

“Like what?”

“I remember your blue dress and how it matched my eyes,” he starts. “I remember the sweet smell of your perfume, jasmine. I remember your coconut shampoo. I remember the way your pupils dilated when you saw me step out of the shower.” Ethan pulls Naomi closer to him and one of his hands gently cups her face. “It’s the same look you gave me when you realized that I threw that poker game for Naveen’s benefit, one of pure awe.”

“Your skin was incredibly soft,” Ethan continues, his finger tracing a nonsensical pattern on her collarbone. “Like silk. And it still is. But you want to know my favorite memory of that night?”

“Wh-what?”

A hand underneath her chin, Ethan tilts Naomi’s head up, their lips dangerously close. If she moves just a hair closer, they’ll be kissing. She’s tempted to just take the plunge, but she’s frozen, trapped under a spell of his.

With that, Ethan’s mouth descends on hers, pulling Naomi into a kiss with a ferocity she wasn’t expecting. She melts into it immediately, moaning, her hand flying to the back of his neck, getting tangled in the hair at the nape. She can taste the wine of him, the sweet taste of cherries as tongue slips into her mouth, deepening the kiss.

Ethan pulls away only to nip at the corner of her mouth. “That fucking moan of yours. The tiny little noise you make at the back of your throat whenever you’re aroused. It’s been playing in my head on a loop ever since.”

His beard scratches a path down Naomi’s neck and shoulder as he kisses her.

“You want to make that sound for me again?” Naomi nods frantically, desperate for whatever is about to come her way. “Good girl.”

Taking her hand, Ethan pulls her away from the railing. Instead of heading back into their suite, he presses her into the tall pillar next to them, barely giving her enough time to put down her wine glass. The exposed skin of her back collides into the pillar with a soft thud.

“Out here?” She asks with a squeak as Ethan tugs at her dress.

Ethan shrugs. “Why not?”

His lips are on her neck again in an instant, clouding her judgment and making it harder to respond. “Someone can–” she dissolved into a fit of moans at Ethan’s ministrations. “Someone can see us.”

“We’re thirty floors up,” Ethan deadpans. “And it’s pitch black out here, no one will see us.” He grabs her hips, pulling her flush against him, and Naomi gasps at how hard he is. “Now hearing you, that’s another story. You’re loud and I have every intention to make you scream.”

If he wasn’t holding onto her, Naomi is sure she would’ve fallen over at his words. Ethan’s cockiness is on full display, and arrogant Ethan was definitely one of her favorite versions of him.

Ethan pulls away, giving Naomi a bit of breathing room so she can properly think again. “Does that sound like a plan, Valentine? Me having my way with you right here on this balcony?”

“God, yes.” She ignores the way he smirks at her unbridled eagerness. Ethan has a healthy enough ego without her stroking it.

“Correct answer, Rookie.”

Ethan’s hand wraps around the silky material at the top of Naomi’s dress and yanks it down. Naomi hears the ripping of the material and her eyes fly open in shock at the cool Miami air hitting her exposed chest.

“We’re going to have to talk about the serious lack of respect you have for my clothing.”

“You told me you got this dress because someone you called a “Pictagram influencer” advertised it and had a coupon code making it 70% cheaper,” Ethan counters.

“Yes, the dress was cheap, but you have to stop ripping all of my clothes.”

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“With a new dress?”

Ethan rolls his eyes at his fiancée’s quip, but he ignores it. “Something better.” He kisses down her neck and chest, stopping to wrap his lips around her nipple, biting down gently.

It takes a second for Naomi to register that the source of the unladylike growl filling the air is her. She grips Ethan’s shoulder to steady herself, her nails digging through his shirt, and her head falls forward at the sensation.

“You’re always so responsive to me,” Ethan murmurs softly. His mouth descends on her other nipple, his tongue flattening over the pebbled bit of flesh. “And I don’t even have to do anything to you.”

“Well, can you do something to me?”

“You young people have no patience,” Ethan clicks his tongue teasingly. Slowly, he sinks down to his knees in front of Naomi, tugging her dress down with him. He’s already ripped it, there’s no use in exercising any more care. The sparkly dress pools at Naomi’s feet and she kicks it away.

“You old people move too slow–”

The words die on her throat as Ethan hooks a finger into the band of underwear and tugs them down at a frenzied pace. His calloused fingers dig into her hips, hard enough to bruise. She always calls him old, teasing him into accepting whatever challenge she’s thrown his way. “I’ll show you old, Rookie.”

Leaving her hip, one of Ethan’s hands travels to her knee, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He hooks her leg over his shoulder, giving him more leverage.

She can feel his breath, warm and tickling on the inside of her thigh, so close, yet so far away from where she actually needs him to be. Her hips fly forward, a silent plea for him to continue this little game they’re playing. Thankfully Ethan doesn’t tease her any further as his tongue flies out, licking at her folds.

Naomi inhales sharply and she nearly hikes up the wall at the sensation. “Oh, God.”

“You’re so wet for me, Naomi,” Ethan whispers against the overly sensitive flesh.

He dives back in, moaning against her and Naomi throws her head back at the vibration. “Always for you.”

She can tell by the way his blue eyes sparkle as they lock eyes that he’s smirking. But Naomi doesn’t have time to care about that because his lips wrap around her clit and he sucks hard. Naomi cards her fingers through his hair, tugging at him roughly, like she will die if he doesn’t keep his attention right where it is.

It doesn’t last long though, and with ridiculous strength and skill, Ethan manages to grab her wrists in one hand, and keeps her hips planted against the pole with the other. Naomi receives the message loud and clear: he’s in control here, unequivocally.

Secure in the fact that she won’t be doing too much moving, Ethan doubles down, his tongue lapping at her. The familiar scratch of his beard against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh only makes her more delirious with lust.

Molten core levels of heat prick at every bit of her skin, from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. Her stomach tightens and there’s a tingle at the base of her spine. She’s close and it’s not fair that he can make her come this quick, and she’s not sure if she hates it or loves it. “I’m gonna–”

“I know.”

Ethan pulls away slightly, but Naomi doesn’t get the chance to whine about it. In an instant, he’s slipped a finger inside of her, earning a groan. He is just so...relentless in his goal, and Naomi barely has a chance to breathe before she’s keening (something so dramatic and unlike her. Ethan will never let her live it down). Her orgasm is swift, crashing into her like a tidal wave, knocking her off kilter almost instantly. Ethan doesn’t back away, his mouth still on her, working her through the release.

Her entire body is buzzing, still wracked with aftershocks when Ethan finally stands up. His eyes are dark, no longer the ocean blue they usually are, now taking on something closer to the midnight sky, fully dilated and hooded. His mouth is wet, slick with...well her, and Naomi has never wanted to kiss him more.

“That was a promising start,” Ethan says. “But it’s just that: a start. I’m nowhere near done with you.”

A start? If Naomi had the energy to do so, she would laugh at him, but one look in Ethan’s eyes lets her know that he’s being serious. She gulps audibly. She’s a shaky puddle of goo right now, and that was only the beginning?

“Turn around, hands against the pillar,” Ethan commands.

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me loud and clear, Naomi. Hands out, ass up.”

He’s using his commanding doctor voice on her, and she loves it. Naomi does what she’s told, palms flat against the pillar holding up the balcony.

She hears rustling from behind, and she’s sure he’s undressing. Now she’s extremely aware of their power imbalance: she’s stark naked, save for a pair of high heels, while he’s still fully dressed. It’s not fair. Shifting slightly, Naomi lifts a foot and shakes it, hoping to get the shoe off in one fell swoop.

She’s stopped short of her plan as a sharp smack is delivered to her ass. She’s unable to contain the expletive in her throat, a loud, “Fuck!” drifting into the Miami air.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Ethan asks.

“Taking off these heels.”

He tsks at her, as if the answer isn’t good enough. “I don’t remember giving you permission to do so.”

The authoritative tone zips straight through her, and Naomi turns to face him, putting on her best doe eyes. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Christ.” Naomi didn’t know it was possible, but Ethan’s eyes darken even further at the word. He doesn’t bother stripping out the rest of his clothes, just quickly undoing his belt and pushing his pants down until they pool at his ankles. Without warning, Ethan wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Naomi’s back collides with his chest with a hard thud. “Kiss me.”

That’s not a command that needs repeating. Naomi tilts her head back in an attempt to kiss him, but their vast height difference and Ethan’s death grip on her make it a challenge. She just barely manages to capture the corner of his mouth before Ethan growls impatiently, and grabs her neck, forcing her head back to deepen the kiss.

It’s overwhelming and heady, and she’s so caught up in it, she doesn’t even realize his cock, hard and pulsing, is poised at the entrance until he plunges into her in one smooth thrust.

If he wanted her loud, he got what he asked for, because Naomi breaks their kiss in order to scream at the welcome intrusion. The air rushes from her lungs, and she can’t even begin to breathe again before Ethan pulls out and enters her again with just as much intensity as before.

She feels delirious, and she can’t pinpoint why. Maybe it’s the fact that they’re 400 feet above solid ground, and one look down makes her head spin. Maybe it’s the fact that someone, somewhere in this hotel knows exactly what they’re doing. Maybe it’s the fact that every inch of her skin burns deliciously as Ethan has her stretched at full fucking capacity, and she has nowhere to run or hide. There’s no sheets she can pull, no pillows to muffle her moans, nothing she can grab onto to anchor herself to reality. She’s suspended in this moment, and she can’t do anything but simply take it as Ethan fucks into her like a madman.

The noises she’s making along with the sound of their skin slapping together is wildly obscene, and it only spurs Ethan on. Abandoning her throat, his hand travels down to her chest, his forefinger and thumb pinching her nipple, bringing the tiny nub to an almost painfully hard peak. He makes sure to give the same level of attention to the other nipple, torturing his fiancée until she’s whining unintelligibly.

His lips find her earlobe and he bites down. “Are you close again?”

“Yes,” Naomi answers.

Instead of speeding up, Ethan slows down, his thrusts slowing down to an agonizingly deep pace, fully pulling out of her and thrusting in again at a leisurely pace, the sole intent of driving her insane.

“Ethan,” she whines. She’s a shaking mess, unable to do much else besides cry out and occasionally moan his name. Her spine curves, back arching and her head falls against his shoulder. “Fuck! Ethan, please.”

“Please, what?”

Despite his teasing, Naomi can tell he’s just as desperate as she is. His breath is coming out in ragged and uneven pants, there’s a thin layer of sweat, slick and coating his chest, and she can feel his heartbeat, wild and erratic against her back. He’s just as tortured as she is.

In a Hail Mary attempt to get what she wants, her inner muscles clench down on him, stopping him mid-thrust. Ethan’s knees buckle, the move unexpected and throwing him off-kilter.

“Shit, Naomi,” he manages to rasp out. “You don’t play fair.”

Being fair has no place in this, she plays to win, but she has no time to throw it back in his face as he presses into her clit with the pad of his thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her yelp.

If her last climax felt like getting slammed with a tidal wave, this one feels like floating down a river: languid and unrelenting, refusing to stop. It consumes her entire body, engulfing her in pleasure so white hot and intense, she’s sure stars are popping behind her eyelids as every bit of pleasure is wrung out of her body until there’s nothing left to give.

Ethan’s thrusts speed up again, messy and spasmodic, all rhythm gone. His hips snap against hers before she feels him coming, his entire body going rigid.

Thankfully, Ethan has enough energy left to pull them into a chair because Naomi was more than willing to simply collapse onto the concrete and stay there. She curls into his side, her face finding a spot in the crook of his neck.

They don’t speak for what feels like forever, both just trying to regulate their breathing and return back to normal.

Ethan breaks the comfortable silence, but Naomi barely realizes he’s talking before it’s too late to fully listen. She tilts her head back so they can lock eyes. “What?”

“I asked if you’re okay,” Ethan says.

“I can’t feel my legs,” is all Naomi manages to say. Ethan chuckles and reaches forward, slipping Naomi’s heels off, the relief pretty much instant.

“Better?”

“Much.” She sighs sleepily, her eyelids growing heavy. She burrows deeper into his side, Ethan’s body heat lulling her to sleep. “This was much better than staying in the girls’ room.”

“And it was much better than going to a strip club with your friends,” Ethan adds.

“You like them. They’re your friends too, don’t deny it.” Ethan doesn’t outright confirm or deny anything, which is all the confirmation Naomi needs. “Told you so.”

“How about a shower, Miss Know-It-All?”

“Sounds great,” Naomi huffs, but she makes no effort to move.

“This is doing more for my ego than you’ll ever know.” Ethan is careful, extracting himself from Naomi’s grip in order to get up. He then hooks his arms underneath her, lifting her up bridal style to carry her back into their suite.

Naomi might as well be unconscious because she’s dead weight in his arms as he maneuvers his way to the en-suite. Thankfully the shower isn’t complicated and all Ethan has to do is turn a few knobs for it to turn on. He waits a few seconds to make sure the water is the perfect temperature, before pulling Naomi in with him.

They don’t spend too much time in the marble and glass box, as Ethan can see Naomi is probably seconds from passing out. The shower is over almost as quickly as it began. Both wrapped in large hotel robes, Ethan nudges Naomi back to the bedroom where she collapses face down onto their bed.

Once Ethan is in bed with her, Naomi rolls over, her face firmly planted on his chest. Upon making contact, Naomi sighs.

Ethan kisses the top of her head. “I can practically hear your thoughts. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” Naomi assures him. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“It just feels...surreal, being back in Miami, being back in this room,” Naomi explains. “We’re getting married next weekend.”

Ethan lifts Naomi’s left hand, her engagement ring sparkling in the moonlight. “It does feel surreal.”

“I think we should make it a tradition, coming out here.” Ethan looks down at her, a curious eyebrow raised. Naomi feels the need to explain herself, the words rushing out of her mouth. “It doesn’t have to be annual or anything, but I want this to be our special place.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” Ethan says. The next they come to Miami, she’s going to be his wife, and the thought spends a thrill down his spine.

“And we have to have sex on the balcony. It’s tradition now.”

“I’m starting to think you only want me for my body.”

“Of course not,” Naomi argues. “I’m in it for your money, too.” Ethan pinches her leg for the teasing, and she squirms away from him, laughing.

“When I die, I’m bequeathing all of my money to Jenner.”

“He’s a good boy, he’d share with me.”

Ethan rolls his eyes and pulls Naomi in for another kiss. They don’t make it very far though, as the sound of a cell phone pierces through the air, making them spring apart.

“Yours or mine?” Ethan asks, eyes scanning the room for the source of the noise.

Naomi bends over and sees her cell phone on the floor by their bed, and not on the nightstand.

Weird. She picks it up, and her eyes widen at the amount of texts she’s received in the past minute, the vibration so strong, it knocked the phone off of the table. “It’s mine.”

Bryce L: DUDE!!!

Bryce L: Where the duck r u?

Bryce L: ????????????????????????????????

Bryce L: Srsly not funny, did u run away from ur own bachelor party?

Bryce L: Pick up fone. Nay will murder us for losing u.

Bryce L: But I will murder fist, 4 running away

Bryce L: Oh shut. Naomi, ignore this!!!

Bryce L: JK, false alarm

Bryce L: Ethan is fine, picky promise!

Between the misspelled words and strings of emojis, Naomi can tell that her surgeon friend is completely drunk, but she manages to figure out what he’s saying. “So Bryce is having a meltdown because he lost you.” Taking the phone from Naomi’s hand, Ethan holds it up to his face, squinting as he reads. “And he thinks he was texting you, when he really just texted me.”

Ethan chuckles slightly, and mere seconds later, his own cell phone rings ‘Dr. Bryce Lahela’ flashing across the screen. “He’s figured it out, and he’s calling me now. Should I answer?”

“No. Let them have their Hangover moment.”

“Their what?”

“From The Hangover. The movie with Bradley Cooper, Ed Helms, Zack Galifiniakis where they get totally shitfaced and lose their best friend a day before his wedding,” Naomi explains. Ethan just stares at her blankly. “Oh my gosh, you’ve never seen it?”

“How does this come as a shock to you, Rookie?”

“Well, we can't get married until you’ve seen the entire trilogy.”

That makes Ethan’s brows fly up. “There’s 3 of those movies that you want me to sit through?”

“God Grandpa, you’re so lame,” Naomi groans and her hand reaches out onto the nightstand, grabbing the remote control. She points to the large flatscreen tv in front of them. “Hopefully we can order movies on this. If not, I brought my laptop so–” Ethan plucks the remote from her hand, and tosses it to the edge of the king sized bed. It lands softly. “Hey!”

“I don’t care about some stupid movie.”

“It’s not stu–” He tugs at the knot holding her robe together until it falls open. “Ethan…”

“You have options, soon to be Missus Ramsey,” Ethan starts. He rolls over until he’s on top of Naomi, his arms bracing either side of her cage, caging her underneath him. “We can watch that movie, or we can pick up where we left off on the balcony. Which choice do you prefer?”

“The movie,” Naomi quips back with a smirk.

She laughs at her own joke and Ethan’s eyes darken mischievously, taking on the challenge. “Just for that, I’m going to guarantee that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

#ns*fw #playchoices #choices: stories you play #open heart #open heart 2 #dr. ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #pixelberry

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Viper Canyon - Chapter Eight

“’In light of how much Viper Canyon has grown in just the past year or two, I think it’s best if we elect a new sheriff as soon as possible. Are we all in agreement?’”

November 1852

Slowly but surely, the schoolhouse was being filled by the citizens of Viper Canyon arriving from their homes. Along with them, the heavy presence of unease and disquiet filled the air, and there was little small talk amongst the people as they sat down at the students’ desks in wait of the first ever town meeting.

Winnie wouldn’t have come to the meeting at all if it weren’t for the fact that she was the only person with a key to the school. As its sole caretaker, she stood in the back, wishing she were at home with Mamma and Bea.

The meeting had been called to discuss the bank robbery – even the mere thought of outlaws anywhere in the area made her stomach turn. Most of the women, it would seem, shared the same sentiment as Winnie – or there were still things to be looked after at home, like children and housework.

Timothy Putnam, proprietor of the Sidewinder Saloon, was chosen to lead the meeting. He’d always been regarded as one of two de facto leaders of the town alongside Mr. Monroe.

He stood at the front of the room where Winnie usually taught her lessons and cleared his throat. The room immediately turned and watched him carefully with baited breath.

“As I’m sure you’re all aware, we’ve had to call a town meeting of sorts to discuss the events that took place at the bank this past Saturday.”

“Usually this sort of thing would be taken care of by a lawman. But seeing as our previous sheriff, Mr. Daniels, passed during the bout of flu a few years back, we have no man of the law left. Unfortunately he had no successor and at the time there was no one available to take his place, so the jail has been empty ever since. ”

Winnie had seen the empty jail on Main Street and wondered why there was no sheriff or deputy to look after it. Naively, she figured it was because there was no need for one in such a peaceful town. Her stomach twisted.

Winnie turned over her shoulder at the sound of the door opening.

Quickly, with only the sound of his heavy boots against the floor boards giving him away, Elijah slid into the back of the room. He stood there in the corner and waited for Putnam to continue.

“In light of how much Viper Canyon has grown in just the past year or two, I think it’s best if we elect a new sheriff as soon as possible. Are we all in agreement?”

There were several quiet responses, all positive, and a great nodding of heads as the people all looked between each other and then back to Putnam.

“And what do you think, Mr. Yates? It was your bank that those outlaws robbed, after all…”

Mr. Yates was a man of advanced age, with a nearly bald head and shaking white hands dotted with brown spots. He was gentle and sweet and generally regarded as a saint, and his voice passed through his lips like a whisper of wind.

“A new sheriff would be for the best,” he nodded decisively. “Those men should be hanged for what they did to our poor John. May his soul rest in peace.”

The crowd murmured words of condolence and Mr. Yates settled back into his seat without another word. At his side, his son, Percival, gave him a tender look.

“I agree wholeheartedly that we should elect a new lawman,” Mr. Monroe spoke up. “Seeing as we have all of these children and families in town now. But one does have to wonder how he would be paid.”

Winnie pondered quietly in her corner. She was lucky enough to be paid her wages directly from the parents, seeing as there was no formal government in Viper Canyon to collect taxes to then divvy up between public servants – or nearby schoolboard to see to her salary. If there was a sheriff to be elected, that meant everyone would be responsible for ensuring he got his pay, and it was unrealistic to have each citizen in town come by to the jail to drop off his paycheck bit by bit. The next step would obviously be taxing the people, but…the idea of creating an entire local government seemed daunting.

“Excellent point, Mr. Monroe,” Putnam agreed. “We’ve covered Miss Hawkins’s salary quite easily by having the parents pay for their children's schooling directly, but…there have been a few flaws in that method.”

“Flaws?” Robert Campbell, the tailor, asked from his chair. “How do you mean, Mr. Putnam?”

“Consider if a child wanted to go to school but their parents couldn’t afford Miss Hawkins’s wages outright. If we were to set up a fair tax system, where everyone pays a small bit towards the school, then every child could afford to attend. Isn’t that right, Miss Hawkins?”

Putnam looked towards the back of the room where Winnie stood. She squirmed as every pair of eyes turned to look at her.

“Yes.” She cleared her throat, not having expected to speak. “Exactly, Mr. Putnam. Every child should be able to go to school and learn, regardless of how much or how little their parents may make.”

“Very civilized, very good,” Mr. Monroe nodded. “It’s about time we started doing things the right way around here!”

Like a flock of birds stopped on the street, everyone’s heads bobbed up and down, making small, short sounds of approval.

“Well then, I believe we’ve come to the consensus that we should move forward with establishing some form of government for the town. But there’s still an incredibly urgent matter at hand – what are we going to do about a sheriff?”

“I say we nominate one as soon as possible, straight away.” Mr. Monroe was deathly serious. “Preferably right now at this very meeting.”

“Well, that might be a bit soon, don’t you think?”

Robert Campbell was already a meek man, and he shrank at the thought of possibly being nominated for sheriff.

“There are vicious killers on the loose!” Mr. Monroe cried. “Those wicked criminals murdered poor John in cold blood. We have no time to spare!”

“Yes, I do have to agree with Mr. Monroe,” Putnam said. “Who knows when the outlaws will strike again? Not only was poor John Williams viciously killed, but they nearly robbed our entire town blind.”

Mr. Yates shakily came to his feet. “Don’t worry, your money was insured. I shall see to it this is all sorted out as quickly as possible.”

Percival helped his father sit back down with a sheepish look at the crowd over his shoulder.

“Thank you, Mr. Yates. My point is, who knows what they’ll do next? Their first crime here was so heinous…perhaps without a lawman, they’ll think they can get away with much more. It’s imperative we move this process along as quickly as possible.”

Elijah shifted uncomfortably in the corner. Winnie cast a look at him, having not seen him since he abruptly left town nearly a year ago. He was the same as ever – maybe a bit older looking, more tired. He caught her staring and Winnie backed down from his green eyes, pretending to stare at some of her students’ assignments pinned to the wall.

“So, are we going to nominate anyone to vote on? All of the men in town are here. It should be a fair vote.”

“Yes, let’s begin nominations. But keep in mind the men that can’t make the commitment – men with families and large businesses to run.”

That excluded more than half of the room. Even Joseph Ebey couldn’t be nominated, seeing as his large farm needed looking after and his wife was due to have their first child any day now.

Clarence Monroe was a bachelor and the successor of his father – but Winnie figured no one in their right mind would elect such a soft and awkward man into an important position like that of the sheriff.

“The obvious choice here is our Elijah McLain,” Mr. Monroe called loudly.

He looked up from beneath the brim of his hat. “Sir?”

“You’re strong, reliable, you have a good head on your shoulders…and all that time hunting and trapping for the Hudson Bay Company made you an incredible shot – I’ve seen it with my own eyes!”

More positive sounds came from the crowd.

“What do you say, Elijah? Do you accept your nomination for Viper Canyon Sheriff?”

He thought about it for only a few moments before taking a deep breath. “Yes, sir. Sounds all right to me.”

“Well, then. Our first nomination goes to Elijah McLain. Does anyone else have anyone in mind?”

Winnie thought she could hear the crickets chirping outside.

“Anyone?”

“Elijah’s perfect for the job,” Mr. Monroe reiterated. “I’d trust him with my life.”

“Is there anyone who disagrees? Who thinks Elijah wouldn’t be a good fit for Sheriff?”

Silence.

“Well, then. By order of acclimation, Elijah McLain is now the newest sheriff of Viper Canyon. Congratulations!”

To Be Continued

Previous Chapter | Viper Canyon Index | Chapter Nine Coming Soon

(These group scenes take me so long...such a short chapter that took me forever! I hope you guys like the story, things are finally falling into place for the main plot to begin :) let me know what you thought and thank you for reading as always <3)

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dontcare77ghj · 4 years

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Family

Tony x reader x Clint

Thank you @rvgrsbrns for the pairing ideas.

When Nick Fury had approached you about joining his super-secret boy band, you never expected it to turn out this way. With you in a long term relationship with the archer who never missed and Iron Man.

You had been alive for a thousand years and been with many people, but you'd never let yourself feel this way for any of them. This was mostly in fear. Fear of what your brother would do if he caught you having a relationship.

Klaus had always been overprotective. You were his little sister, and he loved you, but after being changed he'd refused to allow you or your siblings to have relationships.

He played it off as not wanting anyone to have roots that could lead to your father finding and murdering them. But, you knew the truth. Klaus was scared if any of you found love, you would leave him alone for eternity.

After your brother had daggered the rest of your family, you ran. You refused to be locked in a coffin at the whim of your brother.

You'd made it to New York after Klaus daggered Rebekah. You'd met Nick in 1986. You'd been working with Peggy Carter for a few years when you'd met the man and you quickly became close with him.

You hadn't left New York since you'd run and it just made it easy for Nick to recruit you in 2012.

It was almost two years later when you found yourself dating both Clint Barton and Tony Stark.

Of course, everyone on the team knew each other. You'd all read the files when you became a team but after working and living together for two years, you'd grown closer. You were a family.

So, it made sense they all knew about you. Everything about your past, and your family.

It didn't scare the team, and it certainly didn't scare your boys.

"Morning," Clint whispered as you opened your eyes.

"Too early." You whined, pressing your face into Clint's chest. "Turn the sun off."

"Can't do that sunshine," Clint said, smirk clear in his voice, before pressing his lips to your head. "You'll just have to get over it."

"Rude." You grumbled, rolling over so you were straddling the man's hips. "I thought you loved me." You cocked your head.

"I do love you." He hummed, resting his hands on your hips. "Just can't get rid of the sun. We need it to survive."

"Not this one," Tony mumbled, rolling over to face you. "Sun will burn her alive." He smirked, pinching your side.

"Better than sparkling." Clint smiled as you rolled your eyes.

"If any vampire ever sparkles, I'll end them myself. Bloody disgrace to the species." You grumbled before letting out a short squeal as Tony pulled you onto his lap.

"I ever tell you I love that accent?" Tony questioned you, trailing his lips down your throat.

"A couple times." You breathed. "I think you even put it in your speech last night." You added, wrapping a hand around his neck as your other reached out for Clint. The ring adorning your finger sparkling in the morning light.

"He did." Clint agreed. "Right before the joke about you being dead which is fine because normally marriage kills people anyway."

"Am I wrong?" Tony asked, smiling at the man. "Come here, bird," Tony said, pulling him by the hand before kissing his male fiance.

"I think we should stay here a little while longer." You said, pressing your face into Tony's neck. "We have a lot of celebrating to do."

"I love the way you think," Clint said after pulling away from Tony. "Love it." He repeated before kissing you.

"Who's your friend, Natasha?" You asked hours later as the three of you entered the kitchen.

"Well, she's not my friend. I came in this morning, she appeared out of nowhere, I shot her, it went right through her and now your fridge has a hole in it. Sorry, Stark." Natasha shrugged, staring at the blonde seated at the counter.

"Alright witch, you got three seconds to admit why you're here or I'm going to find you and drink you dry." You threatened, flashing in front of her.

"You have Klaus's mentality." The woman smiled.

"Look if Klaus has pissed you off, don't bring me into it. I haven't seen him in decades. Whatever he's done is his own fault." You glared at the woman.

"Klaus pisses everyone off, myself included, but I'm not here for revenge."

"Then why are you here?" Natasha asked, playing with the gun in her hands.

"Y/N is the only sibling I haven't met yet." The woman stated. “And Klaus asked me to find you.”

"Yeah pulling the family cards not going to work, love. You're not Rebekah." You rolled your eyes. "Tony remind me to call my witch later, I think I'm going to find her real form and drain her dry."

"I'm Freya." The woman introduced herself. "Klaus asked me to find you. He wants to talk."

"Freya died. Years before I was even a thought. You're going to suffer when I find you." You snapped.

"And you have Elijah's loyalty." 'Freya' mused. "I can't convince you that we’re family but you should believe me. Klaus wants to see you.I hope to meet you in person one day." She said before disappearing into thin air.

"She's going to choke on her blood." You growled. "If she breathes a word of my location to Klaus, I'm going to end her line."

"Babe, calm down," Clint soothed, moving forward and rubbing your arms. "Your fangs are showing."

"Clint, you don't understand. If my brother comes here, you and Tony are dead. He'll kill both of you and make me watch." You panicked.

"He won't kill us," Tony said, standing behind Clint.

"He's done it before. I've watched him kill any man I've ever cared for. I can't let him kill you." You shook your head.

"You said you had a witch cloak you, right?" Natasha asked. "And it's kept you from Klaus for this long?" She continued once you nodded. "Then you shouldn't worry."

"Nat's right. Your witch's spell has kept you safe for this long, it should hold up." Clint said, pressing a kiss to your head.

"Yeah, it should. You're right." You nodded and smiled weakly at him.

"Good. Now that's out of the way, show me this ring." Natasha said, pushing Clint and Tony to the side. "Damn Stark, you did well." Natasha complimented him.

"Always do, Rushman."

As your family began to move about their day as if your supposed dead sister hadn't just projected herself into your kitchen, you felt a bubble of panic begin to brew in your chest.

What if Klaus did find you? What would that mean for your fiances?

Whatever happened, if Klaus did or didn't find you, you'd fight for your team. You'd fight for Clint and Tony.

"I want you two to start drinking my blood." You blurted out that night.

"I thought we already did?" Clint asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Before big missions you do." You nodded as Tony sat next to you. "But I want you both to start drinking it daily."

"Is this about Klaus?" Tony questioned you.

"Yes." You said, looking away from the two men. "But it's also so the two of you have a choice. If something happens, not even just Klaus, but if something happens and either of you dies, you'll at least come back and get to make that choice." You explained.

"Will this let you sleep tonight, and not stay up on watch all night?" Clint asked, sitting in front of you.

Slowly you nodded.

"Then I'll gladly drink your blood." Clint smiled, taking your hand in his. You smiled at the archer in thanks.

"Tony?" You asked, turning to him.

"I'll take any opportunity to kiss your neck," Tony smirked. "If it makes you feel better, of course, I'll do it. Plus there's something sexy about being a vampire."

"You can never take things seriously can you?" You rolled your eyes fondly.

"Nope!" Tony popped the p. "Now open that neck up. You're hoarding the red stuff." He said, pulling you into his lap.

"I love you two, you know that right?" You asked, using a fingernail to open your neck up.

"We know and we love you too," Clint said, leaning over to kiss you.

"We also know that you're a worrywart," Tony added, pulling away from your neck. "Which you need to get a handle on, you're going to give yourself wrinkles." He teased you, blood staining his lips.

"I'll work on it." You chuckled as he went back to your neck.

"Now you're hoarding the red stuff, Tony," Clint whined.

"Oh no, where are my manners?" Tony asked, pulling away. "Come here, bird." Clint shifted so he was right behind you, his mouth next to Tony's on your neck.

"Oh, I'm going to regret this aren't I?" You moaned as the two kissed over your shoulder.

"Probably." Clint agreed.

"Most definitely." Tony nodded.

It had been a week since 'Freya' appeared in the tower. The rest of the team had been made aware to keep their eyes out for anything strange but so far everything seemed fine.

"Mr. Stark, there are people at the front gate." F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced.

"Bring up the live feed," Tony said, sipping his coffee. F.R.I.D.A.Y. wordlessly brought up the live feed and your heart dropped.

"Sweetheart, you okay?" Clint asked, taking note of your pale face. You didn't respond before you flashed downstairs.

"Leave Klaus." You demanded, standing in the doorway. "You're not welcome here."

"Sister is that any way to greet your brother?" Klaus smirked. "Your own flesh and blood?"

"Leave Klaus, I won't have you ruining my life again." You shook your head.

"Bit dramatic. I'm not here to ruin anything but if you don't invite me in, I might have to go on a spree." He told you.

"I won't join our siblings in a coffin, Niklaus. I have stayed out of your way and supernatural business for decades. Go home, Klaus." You told him.

"I've changed, Y/N." He said as you turned away. "For the better."

"Changed." You scoffed. "You just threatened to go on a killing spree. You haven't changed. You've said it before, Nik." You shook your head. "I have a job, a family, here. I won't get daggered because I was naive enough to believe your lies."

"I'm dying, Y/N," Klaus said.

"You're an original. A hybrid. Nothing can kill you." You said.

"Please just let me in," Klaus begged you. Your brother had never begged for anything in his life. "I'll explain it all."

"Nik, I don't think I can trust you."

"Please, Y/N. We're family. Always and forever. You promised. A thousand years ago you promised."

"Come in, Niklaus," Tony said, appearing behind you.

"Tony!" You snapped as Klaus walked forward.

"Thank you, Stark," Klaus smirked, entering the building. "Where should we talk, sister?"

"Come to the living room. Just know there are vervain and wolfsbane laced bullets waiting if you try anything." Tony said, taking your hand and leading the way.

"Of course. Y/N's idea I believe?" Klaus chuckled as he trailed behind you both.

"Tony, what are you doing?" You whispered.

"Trust me." He soothed, squeezing your hand. "You need this and you know it."

The three of you entered the common room to see only Clint had remained sitting.

"Talk." You demanded once he and Tony sat. You remained standing. "And quickly."

"Impatient as ever little sister." He said, leaning back in his seat. "I'm dying."

"We've established. How?" You gritted out.

"The Hollow. It's a witches curse. She infected my daughter, almost killed her, but I absorbed it. Now it's killing me from the inside out."

"You have a daughter? You're a vampire."

"And a wolf." Klaus pointed out. "Nature found a way for me to produce more hybrids naturally. Her name is Hope."

"Can you be cured?" You asked, worry for your older brother setting in.

"No." Klaus shook his head. "I just came to bury the hatchet and to tell you our siblings are in New Orleans."

"You undaggered them?" You asked, putting a hand on the couch and leaning against it. Tony threw his arm around the back of the couch and subtly held your hand.

"Every last one. I told you, I've changed, Y/N. I just wanted to see you before I died. Just once." He said.

"Damn it, Nick." You cursed, racing forward and throwing your arms around your brother. "You can't die, Nick. You're my big brother, you said you'd always be around. You promised." You whispered, tears burning the corners of your eyes.

"I know. I'm sorry, N/N." He responded, running his fingers through your hair. "I'll still be with you, I'll watch over you. Always and forever. I love you." He murmured before placing his hands on your neck and twisting it.

Non-reader POV

The second Clint and Tony heard the telltale snap of Y/N's neck, both jumped to their feet. Tony's Iron Man suit was already forming and Clint grabbed a gun from under the table.

"Relax gentlemen I mean no harm," Klaus said, raising a free hand.

"You have a funny definition of it. You just snapped Y/N's neck." Clint snapped, unclicking the safety.

"And she will wake," Klaus assured the men, placing Y/N on the couch behind him. "My sister is not good at goodbyes and it will be better for her to wake with me gone. It is a kindness."

"You snapped her neck because you don't want to see her cry?" Tony scoffed.

"Partially. But I do want to talk to the two of you without her interfering." He said, turning back to them. "A blind man could see the way the three of you feel for each other. Fortunately for me, though my strength and powers are fading, I can still see. And I can see the rock on her finger."

Clint looked over in worry to Tony who remained staring down the blonde.

"If this had happened a century ago, I would have killed you." Klaus nodded. "I can smell her scent all over you and I know she feeds you her blood. I would have killed you both twice."

"If this is supposed to make us feel safer, you're going the wrong way about it," Tony told the hybrid.

"The point is, I’m not going to kill either of you. It’s highly unlikely for Y/N to return to our siblings, especially once I pass, but I just want her taken care of. Considering your engagement, you are a part of my family. As a favor to me I want you to take care of her.”

“We’ve been taking care of her for years.” Clint nodded.

Niklaus did not say anything as he nodded at the men. A second later he had disappeared.

Reader POV

With a gasp you awoke and jolted upright on the bed.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” Clint whispered from your side. Looking to your side you could see Clint looking at you wide awake and Tony asleep behind him.

“Clint, where’s Nik?” You asked as he took your hand.

“He left after he snapped your neck.” He told you.

“Did he hurt anyone? Did he hurt either of you?” You asked, squeezing his hand.

“No. He didn’t touch anyone.” Clint assured you, pulling you back down.

“I’ve hated him for so long.” You whispered into Clint’s neck. “And now he’s dying and I don’t know what to do.”

“You can’t do anything.” Clint said, trailing his fingers down your spine. “But at least he knows you still love him.”

“I feel like Steve.” You sighed. “Waiting too long only to lose people.”

“You didn’t wait for us.” Tony said, sitting up. “And you’re a lot better looking than capsicle.”

“Don’t be mean to Steve.” You smiled at the man. “Now that you’ve met my brother, has he scared you off?” You asked.

“Honey, you grow fangs and drink blood. I don’t think anything could scare us off.” Clint laughed.

“Maybe if you grew a second head, I’d think about being scared off.” Tony mused.

“You can be an ass when you want to.” You smiled, reaching across Clint to grab Tony’s hand.

“You love me.”

“I do.” You smiled.

“So, me and Tony had a conversation while you were knocked out.” Clint started.

“Dead.” Tony interrupted. “Well, deader than normal.”

“Tomorrow, we think we should properly discuss the possibility of you turning us.” Clint continued, smiling at Tony’s comment.

“Seriously?” You asked, sitting up in bed. “Do you understand what that means? You won’t ever die. You’ll have to watch as friends do and you stay the same. Are you ready for that?”

“Darling, we’re in this for the long haul.” Tony assured you.

Sitting up you leaned down to kiss Clint deeply before doing the same to your other partner.

“I love you both so much right now.” You smiled widely.

“We can talk about this more tomorrow.” Clint said, pulling you back to his chest. “Go back to sleep, honey.”

You smiled as you relaxed onto Clint’s chest. This tower was your safe place. This tower was inhabited by all your friends. Your family. Clint and Tony were here and that was enough for you.

Tomorrow you’d discuss the potential chance of Tony and Clint becoming like you. And tomorrow you’d make plans to visit New Orleans.

But you didn’t need to think about any of that now. Because now you were in your men’s arms and for now, everything was okay. Or it was going to be.

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Painted Souls Part 8

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, Klaus Mikaelson x Caroline Forbes

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: Slight mention of being drugged, alcohol use, and that’s about it in this one.

Author’s Note: I’m doing things a little differently this part. I’m hoping it works out like I am hoping it will. I was able to sit down and write out this whole part without any interruptions and I am so surprised at how quickly this came out.

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

KM: Drinks tonight at The Local Bar?

CF:Yes!

EG: The usual time?

Y/I: Woah, wait a minute, since when does this group chat include Klaus?

CF:Hey, it also includes Elijah now.

Y/I: ...

Y/I: Fine.

CF: She’s rolling her eyes, isn’t she?

EG: Oh, yeah. And there was a reminder of needing to tell you how much she loves you thrown in.

KM: I’m so looking forward to that conversation.

Y/I: I think I’m gonna need a drink.

KM: I’ll take that as a yes for tonight.

EG: That’s a yes.

CF: She’ll even get the discounted drinks!

Y/I: Not everyone has agreed to this.

KM: He has no choice in the matter.

KM: Plus he’s currently stuck in a rather boring meeting with my older siblings. He’ll see these messages once he’s been freed from the torture.

Both Elena and Y/N looked up from the phone with a roll of their eyes. They had just loaded up all of the paintings Y/N needed for her showing. The car had been filled to the brim with the canvases she needed.

“I can understand that meetings can be boring.” Elena said with a shrug as she placed her phone back into her pocket and grabbed the last canvas to put in. “But I doubt its torture for Elijah.”

A chuckle passed Y/N’s lips as she closed up the unit. “I know he has been working on this new case that’s been stressful, but he hasn’t mentioned it being tortures. So, I’m going to take that message as Klaus being over dramatic about it.”

“Sounds fair to me.” Elena said with a shrug.

Y/I:Fine. But I’m not getting the discounted drinks. You guys can fend for yourself for a change.

The moment the message sent, Y/N pocketed her phone and helped Elena get the last canvas into the car. “Just one more stop, and then we can go home and get ready.”

“Do you really think it’s going to take us all day to get ready?” Elena asked once the canvas was in, and began making her way to the passenger seat.

“No,” Y/N said with a shake of her head as they got into the car. “It might take all day just to get me away from the gallery.”

Both girls laughed at that. Elena believed that was an actual possibility of needing to drag Y/N out of the gallery. Elena knew how much this showing meant to her. She was willing to help Y/N out in any way she could. The showing was only a few days away and the excitement for her friend grew.

“I’m sure I can lure you out somehow.” Elena said with a nod as Y/N started up the car.

“Or you could just threaten me with Caroline rushing in to drag me out.” Y/N shrugged “That usually works.”

Elena chuckled. “Something tells me this time I know exactly how to lure you out should you take too long.”

_____

“I’m surprised you haven’t checked your phone.” Freya said with a small smile on her face.

The siblings finally decided on a break halfway through making calls to have law enforcement collect new evidence. While they were making some progress in the case, the only thing that would make things work in their favor was the security footage from The Local Bar.

A sigh passed Elijah’s lips as he looked over at his phone on the other side of the table. The moment several notifications came through at once, he had wanted to check the phone. He had never been one to be so attached to the object outside of work. But with Y/N now in his life, he constantly felt the need to check it.

“If I grab it now, Finn will just return with more evidence that we need.” He shrugged slightly. “Why pull her into conversation when it might be cut short.”

Freya’s eyebrow raised. “I hope she doesn’t think you’re avoiding her.”

“Y/N understands why I don’t.” He nodded his head. “Plus, if I am correct, Y/N is busy herself. She’s getting the rest of her work to get the showroom ready.”

Freya crossed her arms over her chest. “All work and no play.” She said watching him for a moment. “All three of us have taken stress on from taking this case. Especially when it involves soulmates. We’re on edge.” She walked over and picked up Elijah’s phone and handed it to him. “A conversation with Keelin has been making me feel a lot more relaxed knowing she’s okay when I message her. Texting Y/N might do the same.”

Elijah eyed the phone for a moment before reaching for it. His sister had been right. For as worried as he had been the last several hours, he knew just messaging Y/N would make him feel better. As he unlocked his phone, his hope of relieving some of his worries faded.

“I’ve been pulled into a group chat.” He said as he looked up at his sister. “It seems as Niklaus has invited Y/N and her friends to The Local Bar tonight. And I’ve apparently had no choice in the matter, but to attend.”

Freya’s head tilted to the side as she took in her brother’s words. “If they are going to The Local Bar, it might be better for you to go with her. If what Lucien has said is true, the killer is still out there. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

Elijah nodded his head. “I’d hate to become the overprotective soulmate that’s just come into her life, but given the circumstances-”

“She’ll understand.” Freya cut him off. “Y/N knows you’re working on a case. She knows that while some information can’t be shared, there are reasons for you to worry.” She placed her hand on his shoulder. “A quick message to her, either by text or by ink, it’s going to make you feel a lot better. And after work while at The Local Bar, you can explain some details and I’m sure she’ll understand.”

Elijah thought about her words. For now, Y/N was safe and by the looks of it with Elena. But that hadn’t stopped him from worrying. As his sister moved away from him, his eyes looked between the phone and the pen that sat beside his notepad. Reaching out in front of him, he grabbed the one thing that would make him feel better.

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“These are wonderful, Y/N!” Joyce said as she watched her staff bring in the canvases out of Y/N’s car. “The images you’ve taken of them don’t do them justice. Seeing them in person is so much better.”

“Wait until you see the one she’s got back at the dorm.” Elena said as she beamed at Y/N.

“Joyce actually knows about it, Elena.” Y/N said as she looked over at her friend. “I’ve been sending Joyce progress pictures.”

“That one will definitely be the center of the showroom.” Joyce said with a nod. “I just love how raw and emotional it is in comparison to your other work.”

“I know someone else who will love it.” Elena said as she bumped her shoulder into Y/N’s.

Joyce caught the interaction and a smile pulled at her lips. “Will your muse being joining you on opening night?”

“I’ve been told he wouldn’t miss it.” Y/N answered with a smile on her lips.

“I look forward to meeting him.” Joyce said with a nod. “I’ll get these cleaned up, why don’t you look around and see where you want a majority of these to be placed.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “You want me to choose?”

A chuckle passed Joyce’s lips. “Honey, you’ve been coming to the gallery for ages. You know the kind of eye appeal we look for when it comes to the showing. I know you won’t disappoint me.”

Busy?

A smile pulled at Y/N’s lips the moment she caught the words on her wrist. Pulling a pen, that she continuously put into her hair for safe keeping, out she began to write on her wrist.

For you? Never.

Good to know. Might come in handy in the future.

A smirk pulled at Y/N’s lips as she took in the message. She looked around for a moment, making sure she wasn’t missing anything. So far, no one made any mistakes on where she wanted things just yet. It was still all coming together.

Like the near future where your brother is forcing us to go out?

Perhaps.

I know it will be shocking to say, but seeing your writing has made this day less stressful.

I actually know what you mean. There’s more of a connection compared to texting.

At least it is not only me. How’s the gallery?

Unbelievable. I can’t wait for you to see this place.

Neither can I.

I can tell you all about it tonight?

I look forward to it. I’ll pick up soon.

Can’t wait.

_____

Laughter filled the table as the group sat in their usual spot. College war stories were being shared while the alcohol was flowing. While Y/N had denied getting them discounted drinks, Klaus stepped in and talked with Marcel about them.

As usual, Marcel gave in to the request since he had known the Mikaelsons and the girls for quite some time. Whenever his breaks happened, he found himself at the table with them, enjoying the time with them.

“Wait, that’s not how that happened.” Klaus argued, causing Elijah and Marcel to roll their eyes.

“I still have pictures from that weekend if you’d like me to show the girls.” Marcel said with a smirk.

“Oh I wanna see this.” Caroline said as she leaned into Klaus a bit.

The glare that Klaus had given Marcel had made Y/N laugh . “Wasn’t that the same glare we got the other night when we forgot about Caroline’s date with Klaus.”

Elena nodded as she grabbed her drink. “It was the glare for us and the pout filled puppy eyes for Caroline.”

“I’ve seen that plenty of times.” Elijah muttered under his breath. “Most of the time he had been in trouble.”

Both Elena and Y/N almost spit their drinks out as they tried to keep their laughter in. Elijah pulled Y/N into his side once her laughing fit started. With that, both Klaus and Caroline stood up from the booth. Groans and whines came from the others as they watched them do so.

“Klaus promised a dance or two.” Caroline said nodding her head towards the dance floor. “While staying her and drinking has been fun, dancing sounds even better.”

“Fine.” Y/N rolled her eyes and Elena moved to the edge of the circular booth.

“I’ll go get some more drinks.” She noted as she stood. “I’ll be back in five.”

Y/N shook her head slightly and looked up at Elijah. “It seems as if we’ve been purposely left alone.”

Elijah chuckled. “So it seems. Gives me a moment to talk to you about some things.”

Y/N’s eyebrow rose. “About what?”

“The case.” He said with a sigh. “The stress from it,” He shook his head. “Would you want to go to the cabin tonight instead of going back to your dorm?”

A grin pulled at her lips. “I’d love to. We’d just have to stop by the dorm, so I can pick up a few supplies.”

A chuckle passed Elijah’s lips as he leaned into her. “If those supplies include paints and canvases. You can just use what Niklaus has left behind.”

“Maybe I’d like to pick up other things.” She said as she brushed her lips against his.

A smirk pulled at Elijah’s lips. “Do tell.”

Before Y/N could say anything, the familiar squeals of Elena and Caroline reached her ears. A second later the music in the background registered in her ears, and she whined. “We’re about to be interrupted and I’m about to be taken away.”

Elijah chuckled as he leaned back. “We have the rest of the night.”

“Ooh somebody’s making plans on not coming back to the dorm tonight.” Caroline said as she reached the booth and pulled at Y/N’s arm. “Come on, you know we can’t miss this.”

Y/N sighed and slid to the end of the booth. “I promise I’ll be back.” She said giving him a smile. She watched as Klaus plopped himself into the booth before she let Caroline and Elena drag her away to the dance floor.

Elijah watched as the girls found themselves a place on the dance floor and began dancing together. While Elijah had been glad that everyone had been enjoying themselves, there was still that lingering worry about the place they were in.

“I don’t think I’ve see you happier.” Klaus said as he pulled his brother’s attention away from the girls.

“In the short time I’ve truly known her, I can’t see a life without her now.” Elijah admitted. While normally he wouldn’t have said such things to his brother. But seeing as Klaus had been drinking quite a bit, Elijah knew he’d hardly remember this conversation in the morning.

Laughter from the girls had mixed in with the music as it played. The small dance floor had made things crowded around them. But no matter how many times they may have bumped into someone, it hadn’t messed up their mood.

“Alright,” Caroline said as the song came to an end. “I think I may have one too many for the night, and I’m going to sit down for a bit.”

“Need us to walk you back?” Y/N asked wanting to make sure that Caroline was okay.

Caroline shook her head. “I can find my way back easily.”

“Alright.” Elena said with a nod as Caroline left them and made her way towards Klaus and Elijah.

The two stayed there continuing to dance together. Part of Y/N had an idea to call Elijah over. A small smirk pulled at her lips as she looked over at the booth. Before she could make any move to call Elijah over, she felt someone bump into her, distracting her. A moment later a sharp pain came over her side.

“Ouch.” Y/N said out loud as she looked down at her side for the cause of the painful poke.

“What is it?” Elena asked as she watched Y/N.

“It felt like something poked me. I think there might be something in my dress.” Y/N tried to feel the fabric against her skin to pinpoint anything. There had to be something if she had felt pain like that.

“Come on, we’ll go to the bathroom and check.” Elena offered.

“Let me tell Elijah we’re going.” Pulling the pen out of her hair, she quickly wrote a message on her wrist and looked towards Elijah.

Elijah noticed the writing appeared on his skin and his eyes quickly looked up. The moment they landed on Y/N he gave a head nod in understanding. There was definitely a perk of having this soulmate bond in a crowded place such as this one.

They began walking towards the bathroom a moment later. But the closer to the bathroom they got, Y/N felt off. Her head felt heavy and she swore her world was starting to spin. She stumbled slightly, but Elena caught her.

“Woah, how many have you had tonight?” Elena asked concerned.

Y/N shook her head. “Not enough to feel like this.”

Elena’s eyes widened as the words that come out Y/N’s mouth were slurred compared to a few minutes ago. Elena quickly looked around, noticing that their group wasn’t within sight.

“Shit,” She mumbled as she grabbed for the pen Y/N had put back in her hair moments before. She helped Y/N into a booth and quickly wrote on the back of her hand.

911! Something’s wrong with Y/N

Elena had tried to keep herself calm the whole time, not wanting to draw attention to them. Her eyes scanned for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing she saw raised a red flag. There was something out there, but it was obviously hidden in plain sight.

“What is it?” Elijah asked the moment he found them. His eyes went straight for Y/N, and she was barely holding her eyes open as she leaned against Elena.

“She felt something poke her.” Elena said moving so Elijah could move in to take a look at Y/N. Elena watched as Elijah adjusted Y/N, bringing her to the edge of the booth. “After she got her message to you, we started walking this way. But one moment she was fine and then the next she stumbled, her words were slurring instantly. I have a bad feeling about this Elijah.”

“Y/N, look at me.” Elijah’s voice sounded distorted to Y/N, but she opened her eyes as best as she could. Elijah’s blurry figure came into view.

“‘Lijah.” Even the simple word had been slurred. “What’s happening to me?” Even with her vision blurring, she hadn’t missed the way his jaw clenched at taking in her eyes or even at how she spoke.

Looking over his shoulder, he looked at Klaus and Caroline. “Call 911. we are going to need an ambulance here. And Klaus, don’t let Caroline or Elena out of your sight.”

Those had been the last words Y/N had heard before darkness closed in on her vision. Elijah caught her as she slumped forward. The drugs that had been put into her system had taken affect. While Elijah refused to say the words out loud, he knew they were right.

If it hadn’t been for Elena, Y/N would have been taken. And with every alarm going off in his head, it was telling him that Lucien was right. He was innocent in this.

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Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Eleven)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: gun violence, death, blood, injury

Context: Someone helps (Y/n) out of a sticky situation.

A/N: There is next to no interaction between the reader and the boys in this part, so I apologise, but at least we've got a new character. I hope you all enjoy this!😊💛

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The gunshot rings clearly around the parking lot, the sound resonating in the walls, most likely carrying a long way. A cry of pain mingles with it, followed swiftly by a sharp intake of air that chokes off into a gargle as blood fills a wind pipe, a body falling to the floor.

My heart pounds in my ears, breathing coming heavily and unevenly as I open my eyes, my head snapping upright again, confusion rife in my mind. Instantly, I locate the body a few metres from us, blood spilling from a wound in the neck pooling around the limp figure, black-clad SRS Hunters gathering around them to see if there is any chance of revival. In this brief confusion, another gunshot tears the air, a body falling accordingly with a scream of pain, the others becoming more and more disorientated as they begin aiming their weapons around the area, aims unsure as they struggle to locate their targets. Elijah steps away from me to join them, handgun held up at eye level to improve his chances, though his grip is unsteady, clearly shaken.

Suddenly, the gun used to shoot the first two is switched into its automatic mode, bullets pelting the ground around us in a punishing efficiency, hitting more and more of the Hunters, screams soon filling the air as they collapse to their knees, the reek of blood starting to become horribly obvious in the air, the sound most likely drawing unwanted attention to the area. Panicked and confused, I can only watch as my former comrades are shot to pieces with a brutal accuracy, my eyes wide at the sight of them all writhing in agony, my face splattered with their blood, muscles frozen in place as I await the same fate, knowing that I can't move anyway, my knee completely shot out.

To the side, the vampires are forcing themselves to their feet, Dwayne and Paul helping Marko to his feet, shooting me one last look between them before they clear off, running for safety, as they should be. Vaguely, I clock that that will likely be the last time I see them, my mind too preoccupied with the sight of a huge figure emerging from a darkened alley, a smoking assault rifle held in one hand, a shotgun in the other, to care too much about that, terror flooding me.

Pushing myself forwards, I go to stand up, only to yelp in pain as my knee gives out, making me fall onto my face, my hands only just catching me, preventing me from cracking my already bruised head on the pavement, my eyes fixed on the rapidly approaching silhouette, my movements erratic and uncoordinated in my attempts to get away. Breathing heavily, I start to scramble upright, trying to pull myself back and away from the threat, my fingers becoming grazed and shredded from the rough surface beneath them, one of my hands reaching for a gun that has fallen nearby. Stretching out for it, I use all of the strength I can to drag myself closer to it, only to stop when I feel a pair of large hands on my waist flipping me over, grey eyes swiftly finding mine. At the sight of him, I let out a breath, finally taking in his appearance as I relax into his grip.

"Nico!" I gasp out in relief, smiling breathlessly up at the brunette werewolf towering over me.

"(Y/n)." He greets in response, grinning down at me in his usual, crooked way, the muscular man sitting back on his heels. In the harsh light from one streetlamp, his chiselled jaw and prominent brow are emphasised, his grey eyes bright and lively, bulging muscles flexing under his coat as he bends down and picks me up, cradling me bridal-style against his firm chest, the weapons slung over his shoulders as I wrap an arm around his neck. Standing back upright again, the German werewolf carries me away from the wreckage he has created, deftly kicking someone as they make a grab for their gun, sending them flying back from the sheer force of it.

"I didn't think you would actually come." I say to him as we walk, trying to fight off the pain in my body as he slips into the shadows of an alley.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He exclaims, pulling a face of mock offence, "When have I ever left you to fend for yourself?"

"That's not what I meant, Nico, and you know it. I meant that I'm surprised that you came to a town of vampires." I grin, slapping his chest playfully, still a little disorientated after the previous shootout.

"If you can trust them, then I can tolerate them." He shrugs, tightening his grip around me, "I couldn't just let you get killed, and from what I can see, my timing was perfect."

"You've always been one for theatrics." I roll my eyes mockingly.

"I have not! I just know how to make an entrance." He argues back, turning a corner to where a clearly stolen car is waiting, the windows smashed in and the paint scratched and dented.

"That you do." I muse, smiling up at him, glad that my old friend came to my aid.

Nico and I first met when I was on a hunt when I had just graduated into the SRS, a good few years ago now, when I was just sixteen. I was working as an apprentice of sorts, a Cadet as they called it, for one of the crueler sergeants that trained me, and we'd been sent to deal with a coven of necromancers who dealt in human sacrifice. Being the youngest, I wasn't allowed to do much, only wait outside the coven headquarters as the older Hunters went in to deal with the problem, leaving me defenceless and helpless, though I had no idea I was in danger until a knife lodged itself in my lower back, narrowly missing my spinal chord. A necromancer attacked me, nearly killing me until they were interrupted by the sudden onslaught of a snarling wolf the size of a large horse, it's amber eyes blazing in the night as it tore the necromancer to shreds. I remember looking away as their screams died out, only opening my eyes again when I felt a hand on my shoulder, at which point I came face-to-face with a hansome, tall, hugely muscular boy my own age, his grey eyes concerned for me as he offered me his help, knowing that I was injured. At first, I was sceptical, not quite trusting the boy towering over me, every instinct in my body telling me that a werewolf is not the kind of company to keep, but eventually I agreed, but only on the condition that he got dressed again, seeing as he was naked (a person's clothes are destroyed when they transform).

The next time I saw him, he was facing down with a pack of cryptids up on the Canadian border, the werewolf bleeding and injured as he tried to find a way out of the situation. As I was on my first solo hunt, I was able to help, shooting the cryptids as their backs were turned and offering him first aid back at my camp. Finding ourselves in good company with each other, we quickly became friends, often meeting up and helping each other out when necessary, pur friendship remaining a secret for both our sakes, knowing that a revelation of our knowledge of each other could be detrimental to either. As a lone wolf, he often states that he's targeted as an enemy, most werewolves choosing to remain in packs, but I've never met someone who can actually best him. I quickly learnt, however, that his choice of lifestyle was not one he chose: he was born a werewolf in South Germany, on the border between Bavaria and Austria, in the Alps, but was cast out at a young age due to his unnatural body structure and overwhelming strength. He was often on the run, and soon found his way to the west, where he has stayed ever since.

His friendship and trust is the reason I sent him a call for help in the first place.

"What're you thinking about?" The werewolf's voice cuts through my reverie, his eyes boring into me as he carefully starts manouvering me into the car.

"Oh, nothing." I respond, sitting back into my seat as I wait for him to climb into the drivers seat, feeling like I'm ready to pass out.

"You sure?" Nico teases, smirking as he awkwardly folds himself into the seat, starting the car and driving off, heading out of town.

"Very." I yawn, still smiling.

"I'd say you should get some sleep, but I'm not sure how good that will be for you, given that you have been shot." He worries, looking over at me as he pulls onto a deserted street.

"I could really use some, actually. I'm dead on my feet." I admit, stifling another yawn, "I might just risk it."

He hums, whether in disapproval or not is unclear, but says nothing, clearly thinking, for a few seconds.

"I guess I can probably get that sorted whilst you're asleep, but it might be difficult. You wanna risk that?" He offers, turning down another winding, darkened road.

"I think I'll take you up on the offer. Are we leaving town?"

"Yeah, it's for the best."

"Can we stop somewhere first? I need to collect my things."

"Sure, where?"

I look over at him, struggling to keep my eyes open.

"You know where Hudson's Bluff is, overlooking the point?"

Part Twelve

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#santa carla #marko(the lost boys)#star(the lost boys)

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Keeping Secrets Ch. 49

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

“You’re back.” Elijah said with a smirk on his face when Katie walked through the front doors of the compound that led straight into the courtyard where Elijah sat in a black suit, light blue shirt and a black tie reading a book.

“I’m back.” Katie said with a smile and a look around the place. “And you’re wearing a suit.” He closed his book and sat it on the table. “The laid back look didn’t suit you. Pun intended.”

Elijah just shook his head at her bad joke as he stood up and walked over to her where she’d stopped next to the fountain. “How was your trip?” he asked as he held his hand out for her bag.

“It was good, but I’m happy to be home.” She answered as he took her duffle bag off of her shoulder.

“So where is Niklaus?” he asked as they started up the stairs to Katie and Klaus’s quarters.

“Father Kieran asked for a meeting as soon as we returned.” Katie answered as they came to the door and she pushed it open. “So how was your Klaus free week?”

“Quiet.” He answered with a bit of a smirk as he put her bag down next to the door.

“A good quiet or I’m bored out of my freaking mind quiet?” she asked curiously as she sat down on one of the two couches in the sitting room.

“Good quiet.” He answered with a bit of a nod as he sat down on the couch across from her.

“Good.” Katie said with a small smile.

Things had fallen comfortably quiet between them for a few minutes when Elijah looked around. “I just realized there is not a t.v. in your quarters.”

“Yeah, so?” she asked with a confused shake of her head.

“So, how can you watch your man if there’s not a t.v. in your room?” he asked with a smirk.

“My man?” she asked, still confused.

“The crossbow wielding man with angel wings on his back and in dire need of a bath.” He described making Katie wrinkle her nose at the memory of her telling Elijah that Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead was her man. “Or do you only have eyes for Klaus these days?”

“Yes, I only have eyes for Klaus, but I am also a red blooded American woman who can’t deny that Daryl Dixon is very attractive.” Katie told him honestly.

“And who pray tell is Daryl Dixon?” Katie heard Klaus’s voice behind her and turned to see him walk into the room having caught the end of her sentence.

“A fictional character from her favorite t.v. show.” Elijah answered for her as he stood up and Klaus walked around the couch and sat down next to her. “Blue eyes, dirty blond hair, questionable people skills…It seems she has a type.” Elijah said then saw himself out.

“You know, now that I think about it, the guy that plays Daryl is also an artist. Maybe I do have a type.” She thought out loud.

“You’re trying to make me jealous aren’t you?” Klaus asked with a glare to which she just held up her fingers in a pinching manner with a devious smile.

He glared at her and let a low, playful growl rumble up from his throat. “Okay,” she laughed, holding her hands up in surrender, “before you go all Big Bad Wolf on me…what did Father Kieran need?”

“He asked me to compel Camille to leave town.” He told her and she frowned. “The look on your face tells me I was right to seek your council before compelling her.”

“Why does he want her to leave town exactly?” she asked as she turned, pulling one of her knees up on the couch to face him.

“It seems compelling her to sleep easy and accept that her brother simply snapped, hasn’t had the desired effect. Her pursuit of what happened to her memories is leading her closer and closer to the dangerous truth. Father Kieran doesn’t want her to get mixed up in our world. I’ve stopped compelling her since moving here, but it’s too late. If I don’t compel her to leave she will get mixed up in all of this and you know better than anyone what happens to the people that get pulled into our world.” He explained.

“I also know that unfortunately some people are just meant to get mixed up in our world and will do so no matter what compulsion is worked on them.” She added. “Take Jeremy for example. Damon compelled him to leave town and forget about Vicki. He did, but Kol found him and pulled him back in. You can compel Cami to leave, but if someone wants to get to Father Kieran again they will just go after her and pull her back in. I’m not sure compelling her to leave and taking away her choice in the matter is the answer.”

“So do you think we should just let her find out the truth on her own?” he asked curiously.

“I think you should ask her what she wants. It was clear when I met her that she felt like she was going insane and compelling her to leave won’t fix that or the gaps in her memory.” She answered.

“Have you been compelled before?” Klaus asked.

“Nope and I hope it never happens. Which is why I picked up this while we were in the mansion.” She said as she pulled her vervain necklace from Damon out of her pocket. I figured since I can’t ingest vervain I could wear it just in case.” She explained.

He took in a deep breath and breathed it out. “So exactly what do you suggest I do?”

“Let her remember everything.” She started.

“She will despise me.” he pointed out.

“Maybe, but there’s also the chance that by letting her have a say and giving her back her free will she won’t. She may even choose for you to cover up everything supernatural with a story fabricated by her and choose to leave on her own. But I firmly believe it needs to be an educated decision on her part and that you need to respect her decision whatever it may be.”

“It will anger the priest if she doesn’t leave.” He pointed out.

“Just because he is her family doesn’t mean he knows what’s best for her or that he gets to dictate her life.” Katie shrugged. “Telling her everything includes that her uncle knows about vampires and witches. I didn’t agree with Elena messing with Jeremy’s memories and I didn’t use compulsion a lot when I was a vampire for a reason. I don’t like playing god and messing with people’s free will.” Klaus sighed and turned away from her as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped. “You know, just because you come to me for advice, doesn’t mean I’ll get mad if you don’t take it. I trust you to do whatever you think is best.”

“I’m just trying to figure out if I should warn Father Kieran of what I intend to do before we talk to Cami.” He said then sat up and looked at her.

“We?” Katie asked.

“I would like you to come with me. My presence tends to put her on edge however last I checked you managed to win her favor.” He told her with a look in his eyes that told her he was set on taking her advice.

“Okay.” She gave him a nod. “I’ll go with you.”

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Katie stood next to Klaus who knocked on the door of Cami’s apartment. After a few seconds she answered, looking confused for a second before she remembered them. “What do you want?” she asked him with a glare, her eyes darting back and forth between the couple.

“We just want to talk.” Katie told her.

“According to your uncle you are on edge and not yourself.” Klaus added.

“And you’re here to what, compel me not to be?” Cami asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Actually I was going to take your uncle’s advice and compel you to leave town. However after discussing things, we,” he looked at Katie then back at Cami, “believe that wouldn’t clear the root of your anxiety.” Klaus stated. “May we come in for a chat?” he asked with a motion inside considering the couple was still standing in the hallway.

“Sure, why not.” She answered sarcastically and stepped aside letting them in.

After explaining everything to her, she stared at them with tears in her eyes. “My uncle has known what happened to Sean this whole time?” she asked with a whisper and Katie nodded. “Why are you telling me about all of this if I’m just going to forget it when you leave?”

“Because we want to give you a choice in the matter.” Klaus answered then looked at Katie.

“Knowing what you do about this city is dangerous.” Katie took over. “It may very well mean the death of you, but we don’t want to manipulate you anymore. You can choose to remember everything, a little or nothing at all.” Katie explained. “Point is…how much you want to remember, if you leave or stay…it’s your choice.”

Cami just stared at them. “You do not have to decide today.” Klaus told her

“I want to remember, everything about everyone.” Cami answered, her stunning green eyes wide and watery.

“You’re sure?” Katie asked, needing to know that this was truly what she wanted.

“I’m positive.” Cami answered with a wide eyed nod.

“Okay.” Klaus answered then moved to kneel in front of Cami, placed his fingertips on her cheek and looked her in the eyes. “You will no longer forget about us when we leave your sight and you will remember everything. You…are…free.”

As Klaus stood up Cami blinked out of the compulsion then looked up at him. “Thank you, both of you.” when she looked at Katie she gave her a nod and a small smile.

“You’re welcome, although I’m sure your uncle will not be happy with me.” Klaus replied.

“Probably not, but he’ll just have to get over it.” Cami said as she stood up and crossed her arms over her chest with a smirk.

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“What do you think about me letting Thierry out of the garden?” Klaus asked as they walked into their quarters.

“I don’t know.” Katie answered as she set her shoulder bag on the table by the door. “He’s only in there because you set him up. So he doesn’t really belong there, but at the same time if you let him out he might want revenge.”

“Or perhaps if I issue him a pardon he will be thankful enough to not try anything stupid.” He countered as he grabbed her hips and pulled her close.

“I’ve never met Thierry.” She answered as she slipped her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. “It’s totally your call.”

“What about if I tell you I’m thinking about asking Diego to lead a rousting of the caldron?” he asked with a look at her eyes.

“Why?” she asked.

“With the loss of Davina we no longer have the edge over the witches. Not only will a rousting keep up the morale, but it will remind the witches who is in charge.” He answered. “I’m also hoping Marcel might join them. Getting back at the witches might do him some good.”

“If it will entertain the men and keep them happy along with keeping the witches on their toes then I say have at it.” Katie answered then pecked him on the lips.

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Katie stood to the side of the courtyard watching as Klaus walked in with Thierry and announced to the handful of the top men that Thierry had been pardoned. They all clapped and welcomed Thierry home. “Well, you’re in a good mood.” Marcel said from where he sat at one of the patio tables with a bottle of bourbon and a glass. “You should visit Mystic Falls more often.”

“Well, as much as I’d like to, I have pressing responsibilities here.” Klaus said then got the attention of the people around him. “Now, as you all know, the witch Davina is no longer with us. Without Davina we can no longer monitor the activity of our witch neighbors. However, since their harvest failed their magic will soon be gone forever.”

Elijah walked up to stand beside Katie with his hand tucked into the pockets of his suit pants. “Was letting Thierry out your idea?”

“No, it was his.” Katie answered not looking away from Klaus.

“And the rousting?” Elijah asked.

“Also his idea to keep the witches on their toes and lift morale.” She answered seeing Marcel grab his bottle and walk away, not interested in the rousting. “Although it’s not working for Marcel, not that I thought it would.”

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Katie, Elijah, Klaus, Diego and a few of the daywalkers stood in the courtyard looking at the two desiccated daywalkers that were killed at the rousting. A small symbol carved on their foreheads. “Someone will die for this.” Klaus stated.

Elijah kneeled, looking at the forehead of one of the men. “Remarkably, I don’t disagree. However I would like to know where they learned such dark magic.” Elijah stood up and turned to Klaus who stood next to Katie with his hand on her lower back. “I had hoped never to see that symbol again.”

“I recall it is the signature of a fool who once stood against us. Clearly, some upstart witch is salvaging old tricks. I’ll do for him as I did the other.” Klaus said then walked over to Diego. “Diego, when night falls, I want you to gather every vampire in the quarter. Get me the head of whoever did this and put it on a stick.”

“Yeah, that’s gonna be a problem.” Diego replied and Katie frowned. “Everyone’s freaked out man. We haven’t had witches killing vampires in a long time. Marcel made sure of that.”

“Marcel has run off like a scared child.” Klaus replied and clapped his hand down on Diego’s shoulder. “You lot are left with me.” he took his hand off Diego’s shoulder and back away, turning his eyes to the other daywalkers. “Now, who of you will fight to defend our home?” no one said anything. “Not a single one of you will stand with me. So afraid are you of this new threat? You should know better.” Klaus looked away from them to Katie to see her giving the daywalkers a frowning glare. “I’ll handle this myself.”

Katie and Elijah watched Klaus walk out like the man on a mission that he was. Katie looked at the daywalkers, scoffed with a roll of her eyes and started to walk off. “You got something to say, queen?” the female daywalker with dark hair spiked up into a mohawk asked.

“Actually yeah, I do.” Katie answered as she walked over. “You were all given the privilege of a daylight ring to protect this city. And now when you’re needed most you tuck your tails and hide? The hell kind of soldier cowers from a fight?”

“The kind that doesn’t bow to Klaus Mikaelson.” The tough looking brunette standing next to the mohawked woman answered. “And Marcel advised us to stay out of the fight with the witches.”

“Marcel is stuck in a cloud of grief and not thinking clearly. Or did you all forget how much he cared about Davina?” Katie asked with furrowed brows. “The fact of the matter is your people, your fellow vampires, are being threatened and you’re just going to stand back and watch. How is that the right thing to do?”

“Is right because it keeps us safe.” Mohawk girl argued.

“Oh my god.” Katie laughed with a look at Elijah as she threw her hands up in frustration. “Why do I even bother when it’s clear you are all a bunch of selfish fools?” as she turned toward the stairs she saw Diego look at her as if he agreed with her then back at his people. Contrary to the tone he took with her at the dinner Klaus threw when they first moved back into the compound, Katie actually liked Diego. Of course he was loyal to Marcel, but he also seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. Elijah followed her up to what she was starting to think of as the common room. She made herself comfortable on the couch and Elijah went to the bar in the corner of the room and poured himself a drink. “Should I have kept my mouth shut?”

“No.” Elijah answered without a second thought. “You are their queen and as such you have the right to speak your mind.”

“But what if what I have to say isn’t the right thing or if I make things worse?” she asked with a sigh. “You and Klaus built this place, you both have experience at being leaders. I’m just a weirdo that lived two lives and has never been given authority over anything before.”

“Based on what I just witnessed, I believe you will do just fine.” Elijah answered honestly as he walked over and sat in the armchair across from her. Katie just grabbed a throw pillow as she leaned her head back then pressed it to her face with a groan. Elijah smirked at her dramatics.

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When night fell Katie started to worry about Klaus and went down to the courtyard to wait and found Elijah pacing with his phone to his ear. When he pulled it away and hung up Katie gave him a look that asked what was wrong. “Rebekah’s not answering her phone.”

“You worried about her?” Katie asked as she tucked her hands into the front pocket of the dark grey hoodie with a pink Under Armour symbol of the front of it.

“Frankly I’m worried that she had something to do with this. She’s very displeased with Niklaus.” He told her with a worried frown.

“Well, she does love to conspire against him.” Katie said with a tilt of her head.

“Yes and I believe this time she’s had help.” He told her as he turned his eyes to Thierry, sitting at a patio table by himself in the courtyard littered with other vampires, mostly night walkers lounging around. “Thierry, is it?” Elijah asked as he and Katie walked over to him.

“That’s right.” Thierry answered skeptically.

“My sister is rather fond of you. It's strange, she’s not typically drawn to unremarkable men.” Thierry looked at him with fear in his eyes. “Would you care to explain your sudden magnetism?”

“I don’t know what you’re-” with a woosh Elijah grabbed Theirry by his neck and pinned him to the wall of the arching hallway that led to the front doors.

“You can either tell me what you know or I can distribute tiny pieces of you throughout the quarter.” Elijah told him as Katie rushed over to them.

“She asked me to keep and eye out on witch stuff.” Thierry answered with a groan. “I found something and when I showed her we were jumped by some guy. He desiccated her with his touch.”

Elijah who had loosened his grip a little while Thierry was talking slammed his head back into the wall again. “Like a coward, you left her.”

“What was I supposed to do, fight some warlock that took out an original?” Thierry asked in fear of his life.

Katie pushed her hair back out of her face. “Where did you leave Rebekah?”

“The docks, warehouse 57.” Thierry answered while looking at Elijah. “I was just doing what she asked.” He looked at Katie. “You cannot tell Klaus about this.”

Elijah threw Thierry head first into the wall behind them. “We shall take that into consideration.” He gave Katie a smirk then started for the doors.

“Take me with you.” Elijah turned and gave her a look that told her she was out of her mind. “As much as I like my home I don’t feel safe in it without you, Klaus or Rebekah here. It’s no secret these people don’t like me.”

Elijah pondered it for a moment. “You do not leave my side, understand?”

“Yep.” She answered, popping the p at the end of the word as she headed for the door.

Elijah grabbed her hand, stopping her. “I am serious.”

“I know, Elijah, but you and your brother need to remember that while I am human and pregnant I’m not made of glass. I know my limits.”

He took his hand off her wrist. “Very well then.” He pulled the large wooden door open and waved her out.

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They found Rebekah in the warehouse lying in the center of a salt circle with other witchy symbols drawn in salt, and a dead snake inside of it. When they tried to step inside it and get her out they hit an invisible wall. “Of course there would be a boundary spell keeping us out.” Katie sighed then kicked the wall.

Elijah saw the symbol on her forehead. “Someone’s channeling her. Typically it’s a lethal process, but because she’s an original, she can’t die. Instead she’s an endless source of power.”

“You wouldn’t happen to know how to break this kind of boundary spell would you?” Katie asked and he shook his head, his brown eyes wide with worry. “I’ll call Bonnie, you try Sophie.” He gave her a nod and they both pulled out their cell phones.

Sophie answered before Bonnie so Katie gave up and listened to Elijah talking to Sophie who was on speaker phone. “You’re not listening. We cannot enter the circle. There’s some kind of confinement spell or… If I can’t remove her, we can’t break the link.” Elijah explained.

“It’s a convoluted spell. It’s like a witch’s recipe. You can spoil the balance by adding a more potent ingredient, a mystical binding agent.” As Sophie spoke, Elijah turned to Katie with wide eyes then kneeled near the circle. “I don’t know, volcanic ash, rock salt, anything up to and including eye of newt.”

“What about the blood of a witch?” Elijah asked and Katie placed her hands on her stomach.

“Do you have the blood of a witch?” Sophie asked, confused and Elijah hung up on her as he looked from the circle to Katie. “I need a favor.”

Without a second thought Katie held her hand out to Elijah and watched as he took it and bit the fleshy part of her hand between her pinky and wrist. Like usual Katie didn’t even flinch from the pain his sharp fangs piercing her soft skin caused. When they held her hand over the outer line of salt and dripped her blood on it the salt started to bubble and smoke, working its way around the circle back to her blood droplets. “Did it work?” Her question was answered when Elijah stepped into the circle, picked up Rebekah and whooshed her out of it.

“So I’m guessing you want me to keep the fact that Rebekah is conspiring with Thierry to myself?” Katie asked as she slid into the passenger seat of Elijah’s Lincoln.

“Yes.” Elijah answered as he shut the back driver’s side door having laid Rebekah in the back seat. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

“I don’t like keeping secrets from him, but…” she paused as she grabbed the seat belt strap and buckled herself in, “he has asked me to let him worry about Rebekah and to not stress over her. So, I will let you two worry about your sister while I worry about whoever is behind these weird marks on people’s heads.”

“His name was Papa Tunde.” Elijah started, then proceeded to tell her about the dark witch and former leader of the French quarter coven in the early twentieth century. How he used sacrificial magic to gain the power needed to make the city the witches once again. But Klaus studied him, figured out his strengths and weakness and in doing so figured out that Papa Tunde was channeling the power of his twin sons, killed them, then killed Papa Tunde.

When Rebekah woke up she informed them that it wasn’t a copycat, Papa Tunde was alive.

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“Elijah has informed me that you had a talk with the inner circle.” Klaus said as he walked out onto the balcony where Katie was sitting on the patio couch looking through Davina’s drawings.

“They poked, I bit back.” She answered honestly as she kept her eyes on the drawings she was flipping through.

“He also said you handled yourself well and did a good job of putting them in their place.” He said as he took the papers from her hands, shut the large folder they were in and set them on the table.

“Yet they didn’t venture out to help you did they?” she asked as he sat down on the couch beside her and pulled her to straddle his lap.

“No,” he answered as she rested her hands on his chest and his held her outer thighs, “but you did.”

She lifted her eyes to his, a hint of guilt in them. “Are you angry?”

“No.” his answer surprised her and her face showed it. “He said you didn’t feel safe here without one of us around and I never want you to feel unsafe.” He moved his hands to hold her sides over the thick hoodie she still wore. “Now, as for the cowardly vampires, Marcel and I have discussed giving them an ultimatum. Either they stay and prove themselves to me or they get out of my city.”

“The only thing I know about an army is when they aren’t acting like one.” She replied as she moved her hands to hold the sides of his neck. “If you and Marcel think this is what’s best then I trust you.” he gave her a small smile before he realized her hands were sucking the warmth out of his neck.

“Your hands are like ice, Love, what are you doing out here?” he asked as he took her hands off of his neck and started rubbing them to warm them up.

“Just thinking.” She answered. “We never figured out why Davina was drawing Celeste. It couldn’t have been to warn us that Sophie was going to use her magic to complete the harvest, there was no magic to consecrate.”

“Will you do me a favor and not freeze to death in the process of figuring it out?” he asked with puppy dog eyes.

She laughed. “Sure.” With a whoosh he brought her inside, shut the balcony door and set her on her feet near the fire that was lit in the fireplace.

“So would you like to stand with me while I give my speech?” he asked from where he stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her chest.

“No. Contrary to what they seem to think, I’m your queen, not theirs.” She answered. “I won’t be their queen until they respect me and they won’t respect me until they respect you. So, you lead the way and I’ll follow.” She said as she turned in his arms and pecked him on the lips.

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Katie stood on the balcony overlooking the courtyard across from the one Klaus stood on, the vampires of the French Quarter gathered below. “Not long ago, you all united against me. You failed. Since then, in my benevolence, I have wiped the slate clean. Yet it seems clear you think that I am the one who needs to earn your respect, your loyalty. You’re mistaken.” Klaus spoke, looking down at the vampires. “It is you who must prove yourselves to me. Our community is under attack. I require soldiers. I need warriors, not cowards.” He held his hands out at the people below. “Each of you has a decision to make. You either fight alongside me, or you leave…Now.”

The vampires started murmuring amongst themselves, no one moving until Thierry stepped up and looked up at Klaus. “We don’t owe you anything.” The vampires stopped talking and looked at Thierry. “If staying in the quarter means living under your rule, I’d just as soon get the hell out.” He turned and looked at Diego who gave him a look that told him he wasn’t leaving. Thierry shrugged and left. A little over a fourth of the vampires followed his lead. Katie noticed that none of the people that she had spoken to earlier that day left with Thierry and she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d made a difference or if they stayed because Marcel was still here.

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Klaus and Marcel shared a drink at the bar in the corner of the common room while Katie sat on the sofa and Sophie stood near the lighted bookshelf that was built into the wall on each side of the fireplace and held records and a record player. “I’ve got no reason to help you, and I sure as hell don’t have a reason to help him.” Sophie told Klaus with a motion at Marcel.

“Now, now, don’t be difficult, love.” Klaus told Sophie as he moved to sit at the table in the room. “You’ll only live as long as you’re of use to us and right now, your best use is to explain why a witch I killed 100 years ago has come back for revenge.”

“Come on, resurrected witches with vast power?” Sophie told them as if they should be able to figure it out. “It’s the harvest. Four girls were meant to die and be reborn. I don’t know how, but someone jacked that power and they used it to bring back 4 witches…just not the right ones.”

“So there’s still a chance. If we can get that power back, we can save Davina.” Marcel said with an almost excited look between Klaus and Sophie.

“Let’s concentrate on the immediate problem, shall we?” Klaus asked. “Papa Tunde wants revenge. He’ll continue to attack us, channeling power from the vampires he sacrifices. He kills, he grows more dangerous. So, how do I end him?” Klaus asked, talking with his hands as he thought out loud.

“He needs sacrifices to gain power.” Sophie pointed out. “Keep him from killing anymore nightwalkers, that’s a start.”

“Unless…” Klaus looked up at Marcel, “he finds the one place with a load of vampires ready to be sacrificed.”

“The garden.” Katie thought out loud.

“The garden.” Klaus confirmed with a nod as he stood up and he and Marcel headed for the door. “Katie-”

“I’ll stay here.” she told him and he gave her a thankful nod before he disappeared out of her sight.

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Katie was eating a small dinner in their quarters when Klaus came in and sat down across from her with a glass of blood in his hand. “He got to the garden and drained every last soul in it.”

She took the last bite of her salad and pushed the empty bowl away. “So now what do we do?”

“I say we figure that out in the morning.” He sounded tired as he lifted his eyes to hers. With that one look she knew exactly what he needed. So as soon as he was done with his glass of blood she walked around the table and held his hand out to hers. He put his in hers and let her lead him to their bedroom.

“Lay in the center of the bed, arms outstretched and eyes closed please.” She told him and he gave her a curious look. “Just do it.” she told him then disappeared into the bathroom. When she came back out she found him lying as she said, minus his shirt. “I didn’t ask you to take your shirt off.” She laughed.

“You didn’t ask me not to either.” He pointed out with a smirk keeping his eyes closed. “Will it be a problem?”

Katie picked up his shirt from where he had put it on the bed and replaced her own with it, loving the spicy scent of his cologne. “Nope. You know I love the view.” She answered as she sat down beside him, squeezed some hand cream into her palm and rubbed her hands together to warm it up before she picked up his hand and worked the cream into his skin.

“What are you doing?” he asked only to get shushed by her which made him chuckle. However, his laugh was cut off when she dug her thumbs into the heel of his palm and slid them outward. She repeated the action up his arm, halfway to his elbow, then back down and focused on one of her favorite parts of his body.

After spending a good ten minutes kneading every muscle and joint of his left hand she straddled him and kissed her ways across his chest then sat down at his right side. Another content sigh left his relaxed, parted lips when she started massaging his other hand. When she’d spent just as much time on his right hand as she did the left she started working her way up his arm, but before she could massage any further he grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, wrapped the other around her waist and rolled her over so that he was hovering above her. “You’re too good to me.” his blue eyes looked lovingly into hers.

“I would argue that I don’t show how much I appreciate you often enough.” She argued as she slid her hands from his sides that she’d grabbed out of instinct, up to rest on his chest, feeling the beating of his heart.

“You don’t have to. It’s in your eyes every time you look at me.” he said then caught her bottom lip between his and she sighed into the gentle yet intense kiss.

TVDTVDTVD

Katie sat on the bed watching Klaus get dressed for the first public service at Saint Ann’s since Sean massacred his fellow seminary students and himself. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me and get out of the compound for a bit?”

“Yeah.” She answered. “We still don’t know where Papa Tunde is. Plus, I stopped being a beliver somewhere around 1822.” She slipped off the bed and walked over to him as he shrugged on his jacket.

“So you said that these people won’t respect you until they respect me.” he started as he put his hands on her hips and Katie hummed a positive answer. “I feel like I have forced the position of queen of the French quarter on you.”

“Maybe a little.” She agreed with a so-what shrug.

“Do you even want to be their queen?” he asked.

“I don’t feel like I deserve the position, but you’re their king and I’m your partner in crime. It only makes sense that I’m queen.” She reasoned.

“Yes, but is it something you want?” he asked with a pointed look.

“I haven’t thought much about it to be honest, so I don’t know if it’s something I want.” She shrugged with a frown.

“Okay, to help you decide, why don’t we use today as a trial run.” He offered.

“What do you mean?” she asked with a confused shake of her head.

“While Marcel and I are out, if a problem arises Diego will come to you with it.” he told her and she just stared at him with wide eyes. “You don’t have to. If you feel better with how things are now, with you behind the scenes, I will be fine with that too.”

She thought about it for a minute. She never saw herself as a leader but since coming to New Orleans she’d been helping as Klaus said, behind the scenes, but if she stepped up as Queen she’d be putting herself directly in the limelight working with Diego and Marcel. Was that really something she wanted? “I want to stay behind the scenes. If I change my mind later I’ll let you know.” She answered and then looked at the clock. “You better get going or you’ll be late.” He pecked her on the lips then left.

TVDTVDTVD

Katie was bundled up in a hoodie and yoga pants, reading a book on the private balcony when a knock sounded from the door of their quarters. So she closed her book and answered it revealing Diego on the other side. “Hey, Klaus isn’t here.”

“I know, but I thought you should know the witches left us a package in the courtyard.” He told her then jerked his head for her to follow him.

“Did Klaus ask you to keep me in the loop?” Katie asked, sounding confused as she followed him.

“Na, but you’re our queen now right?” he asked as they walked down the stairs.

“Seems that way.” As they walked into the courtyard the bright white suit of Papa Tunde caught her eyes. “What the hell…?” she asked, taking in the slit across the dead man’s neck.

“Either our witch problems are over, or they’re just getting started.” Diego told her as he too looked down at the body.

“I’m gonna go with just getting started.” Katie said, noticing that the symbol he was laying on was the one he used to channel the power of his offerings. “He doesn’t have the mark on his head.” she thought out loud.

“Yeah, so?” Diego asked, sounding more confused than snarky.

“So whoever killed him thankfully didn’t absorb his power.” She answered. “Which was a lot considering he drained the entire garden last night.” She looked over the body in thought. “It also mean’s he most likely didn’t become anyone’s sensei during the short time he was on our side. No smart witch would let power like that go unclaimed.” She looked up from the body to Diego. ”Sorry if you had friends in the garden.”

“I didn’t,” he answered, “but a few did walk away.”

“Well, for what it’s worth I’m glad you stayed.” She told him as she tucked her hands into the pocket of her hoodie then looked at the other inner circle vampires standing around the courtyard, including the two women that had sassed her the day before. “All of you.”

“Yeah, well, getting called a coward by a human tends to make you rethink your actions.” Mohawk girl said with a tilt of her head and a shrugged shoulder.

“I see my lovely queen is already on top of things.” Klaus said as he walked into the courtyard with Marcel.

“If by on top of things you mean gawking and trying to figure out how someone as powerful as him ended up with a slit throat and left in our courtyard then yeah, I’m on top of things.” Katie answered a little sarcastically.

Elijah came downstairs and kneeled down by the body. After a few minutes of Elijah looking Tunde over Klaus asked, “Can I get you anything brother, a magnifying glass, a pipe perhaps?”

“Do you have a theory that you’d like to share with us, Niklaus?” Elijah asked.

“Back in the day, if the witches wanted to send a threat, they’d just kill a chicken and leave it on your doorstep.” Marcel spoke up.

“It’s a rather large and ominous chicken, wouldn’t you say?” Elijah asked as he stood up.

“Papa Tunde defeated Rebekah with ease, almost got the two of us as well. If he was supposed to be their prized fighter, why leave him for dead in our front yard?” Klaus asked.

Before anyone else could say anything Rebekah walked in. “Well, don’t you all look cheery?” she asked as she joined the circle around Papa Tunde. “Listen to this. A girl literally exploded from a grave today as Sabine was giving her tour of the city of the dead.” Everyone perked up giving her their full attention. “It was Monique Deveraux.”

“What?” both Katie and Klaus asked at the same time.

“The tourists thought it was part of the show, but the witches are celebrating like it’s some kind of bloody miracle.” Rebekah told them. Katie realized then that Papa Tunde’s death redirected the magic that raised him back to the rightful owner, Monique.

“Maybe it is. They think that all hope is lost, but now suddenly a harvest girl is resurrected.” Marcel said, his brain taking the same path as Katie’s. “This is how we’re gonna get Davina back. Kill the witch that took her place.”

“Well, Davina was drawing pictures of a dead witch.” Katie spoke up making everyone look at her. “It stands to reason that Celeste could be the witch that took her place.”

“First Papa Tunde returns to settle old scores.” Klaus said with a point to the dead Papa Tunde, then pointed at Elijah. “Now your murdered lover is back. This isn’t witches attacking vampires. They are declaring war on us.”

“Awesome.” Katie sighed letting her head fall forward.

TVDTVDTVD

Katie was in the kitchen making herself an early lunch when Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah found her. “Okay, what’s with the family gathering?” she asked with suspicious eyes.

“We would like to talk to you about your safety here.” Elijah answered.

“Mkay.” She drawled.

“With three more resurrected witches out and about we think it would be best if you left the quarter for a little while.” Klaus told her.

“So, as your future sister in law, I’d like to accompany you to the plantation house.” Rebekah said with a hopeful smile.

Katie looked at Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah then back at Klaus. “And you all agree that this is what’s best?” she asked and he nodded. “Then I’ll go.”

“That seems too easy.” Rebekah pointed out skeptically.

“Well, you guys have a war on your hands. You need all hands on deck and my puny human ones, fighting skills and magic muting bombs aside, are more of an obstacle than an asset.” She pointed out.

“Magic muting bombs?” Rebekah asked with a confused face.

“Bonnie gave me a going away present.” She explained. “Bombs like the vervain one Elena used on you after Rose and what’s his face kidnapped her.” she told Elijah. “Only these are full of a crushed herb that when inhaled by a witch will mute their power. But I only have three and I need to save them for when, slash if my back is ever against the wall.”

“Leave it to the Bennett witch.” Rebekah said clearly impressed.

“You two can’t think clearly if you’re constantly worrying about me and the baby.” she told Klaus and Elijah then looked at Rebekah. “So I’ll go pack a bag and meet you out front. I’m driving.”

“But your car’s a junker.” Rebekah argued.

“It is not a junker, it’s well loved and the only thing I’ve ever earned and paid for myself. I just got it back, I’m driving.” Katie argued making Klaus and Elijah smirk at her as she left the kitchen, her bowl of lunch in her hand.

TVDTVDTVD

“I had hoped to not spend another night in this house again any time soon.” Katie complained as she and Rebekah rocked in the rocking chairs on the front porch, taking in the cold night air.

“Yet you agreed to come here.” Rebekah pointed out. “With me even though you don’t trust me.”

“I don’t trust you when it comes to your attempts to thwart Klaus’s rule, but I do trust you when it comes to keeping this baby, and therefore me, safe.” Katie corrected her then hugged herself. Even in the thick hoodie she was freezing. “I’m gonna turn in for the night.”

Instead of going to sleep Katie sat at the piano in a small room playing what her fingers could remember of what her mother had taught her. When her phone started ringing she pulled it out of her pocket to see that it was Elijah. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Where are you?” he asked, sounding worried.

“The plantation house where I’m supposed to be.” She answered with a frown.

“Where’s Rebekah?” he asked.

“Outside last I checked. Elijah, what’s wrong?” she asked as she stood from the piano headed to the front door.

“You were right. Celeste is back.” he told her as he pulled the front door open. “Niklaus, Rebekah, you’re all in danger.” As she tried to walk out the door slammed shut and Katie yelped. “Katie, you have to find Rebekah and stay with her until I get there.”

“Elijah, I can’t. Those stupid witches are trapping me in the house” she told him as she rushed to the back door only for it to catch fire making her yelp and jump back. “Damn it!”

“I’m on my way.” Elijah hung up. Every exit she tried burst into flames, the door to the rooms she ran through shut behind her until she was trapped in the piano room that wasn’t on fire, but when she tried to kick the window open a line of fire spread along the walls completely trapping her. Not knowing what else to do she took off the hoodie she was wearing and the tank top underneath, poured the glass of sweet tea she’d been drinking while playing the piano on the tank top then lowered herself to the floor where less smoke was likely to be. Even with the filter she’d created, smoke still managed to make its way into her lungs making her cough. She was starting to feel light headed when Elijah whooshed in through a window, scooped her up, whooshed her out into the fresh air and laid her on the hard drive way out front. “Where’s Rebekah?”

“I don’t know.” Katie answered as she sat up still coughing. “Last I saw she was on the front porch.” He grabbed the hoodie she’d been clutching in her hand and pulled it over her head then helped her stand up and bit his wrist. She drank enough to heal her smoke ridden lungs then pushed it away.

“Aww you healed her. How sweet.” the voice of Sabine made them both turn from the house to see her walking up the drive to them. Elijah pushed Katie behind him with a defensive stance. “You won’t hurt me. I’m the only one alive who can break the curse on Hayley’s family.” Katie had no idea what curse she was talking about, but at the moment she didn’t care because another redheaded witch walked up to stand beside Sabine who Katie guessed was really Celeste. “And Genevieve knows where your sister is.” Another older witch joined the women. “Bastianna has Klaus tucked away someplace safe. He’s suffering horribly, I might add, and all because you chose to save the little human instead of your own blood.”

Elijah took a few steps toward Celeste and she held her hand up, the sickening crack of bones breaking filled the air a second before Elijah yelled out in pain and sank to his knees. “Stop!” Katie yelled as she rushed to Elijah’s side holding his shoulder, wishing she could help, but she’d stupidly left the grenades in her car. “Stop hurting him.”

“Oh I’m going to do more than hurt him.” Celeste told her then looked at Elijah. “What a horrific ending,” Celeste closed her hand into a fist causing Elijah to yell out again, “to your pathetic diseased family.” Celeste opened her hand and closed it again torturing Elijah. “I guess always isn’t forever after all.” Celeste twisted her fist snapping his neck before the three witches walked away. Not knowing what else to do Katie sat down next to Elijah and waited for him to wake up.

TVDTVDTVD

“Marcel!” Elijah yelled as he and Katie walked into the compound courtyard. “Where is my brother?”

“I’ve got guys out looking for him right now.” Marcel answered with his hands held out in a calming manner. When two men stepped in front of Marcel, Elijah grabbed them and threw them aside.

“Was that really necessary?” Katie asked with a frown at Elijah’s temper.

“Klaus threw one of his classic temper tantrums, snapped my neck, tried to take on a coven of witches by himself. He got dropped.” Marcel explained. “I don’t know where he is or how to find him.”

“They also have Rebekah.” Elijah informed him then turned his eyes to the vampires around them. “Every! One of you, will help me to find them.” He pointed at the vampires then looked at Marcel. “I’m going to kill them all.”

TVDTVDTVD

Katie was getting out of the shower from washing the stench of smoke from her hair and skin when she heard a knock on the door. So she threw on a robe and answered it to see Elijah. She stepped aside and jerked her head for him to come inside. “Are you okay?”

“Physically yeah, mentally not so much.” She answered as she went to the bedroom and grabbed a tank top and a pair of pajama bottoms. She changed in the bathroom and came back out to find Elijah leaning on the archway. “So the night walkers are looking for Klaus and Rebekah?” She asked as she sat down on the bed and pulled her leg up on it.

“Yes, I was going to join them, but I didn’t want to leave you unprotected.” He told her as he walked further into the room. “They are originals, they can’t die.”

“But I can.” She added. “Is that why you saved me? Because they can’t die but this baby and I can?”

“Yes.” He answered with a nod. “However I also gave you and Niklaus my word. I will not let anything happen to you or the child.”

“Well, whatever your reasons…thank you.” she told him with a tired blink.

“I will let you get some sleep.” He turned to leave.

But she stopped him, “Elijah?” he turned to her with questioning eyes. “I really don’t mean to send the wrong signal here and I have no right to ask after leaving you in the bayou with a werewolf bite, but I haven’t spent a night by myself since moving here and with the witches after revenge…” she shook her head. “Never mind.”

“I will stay, if that’s what you’re asking.” He told her seriously.

“That's what I’m asking.” She told him with a nod that he returned as he watched her slide under the sheet and comforter. He laid on the other side of the bed on top of the comforter facing her. After laying in the dark for a while Katie asked, “What curse was Sabine or Celeste or whatever she wants to be called, talking about?”

“Hayley’s family has been cursed to spend most of their time as wolves, only being human on the full moon.” He answered. Katie couldn’t help but wonder why that meant so much to him that Celeste though it was enough to keep her alive. She knew Elijah well enough to know that he’d either given Hayley his word that he’d help her break the curse on her people in return for helping him during his time in the bayou or he’d developed feelings for Hayley. “You can ask whatever it is you’re not asking. I hide nothing from you.”

“Why does the fact that Celeste is the only one who can break that curse matter to you so much that it would keep you from killing her?” she asked. “I mean why would you go out of your way to break a curse on werewolves without there being something in it for you or someone you care about?”

“I have given Hayley my word that I would help her people.” He answered. “I also started courting her during the week you were gone with Niklaus.” Forgetting that he could see her even though she couldn’t see him she smiled. “This pleases you?”

“If she brings you even the slightest bit of happiness then, yes, it pleases me.” she answered then yawned. “The sooner I go to sleep the sooner I can help you find Klaus. So, goodnight, Elijah.”

“Goodnight.”

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Feel It (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Elle Valentine)

Warnings: Death at the beginning, very explicit NSFW scenes

Notes: This is my second very angsty fic that has been sitting on my laptop for the best part of a year, I’ve been slowly chopping away at it. I aimed to post it before the start of OH2 but that didn’t happen. I have modified it slightly but some details (re: Aurora) may be a little behind canon. I have also changed the name of my MC from Lucy to Elle (from my first fic “Awake”). All characters belong to Pixelberry/Choices. Hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 5k+

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Ethan glanced at his watch, and then at ECG on the defibrillator. Asystole, still.

“Elle,” he said, his tone defeated.

Not moving her gaze from her palm, the young woman continued to pound steady compressions against the small chest.

“Elle, it’s time. You need to stop.”

“No…we need to keep going,” Elle panted, blonde strands from her messy ponytail falling all around her face. “One..more..round”

Ethan glanced at the nurses, who were standing motionlessly around the resuscitation trolley. Their heads were bowed, expressions solemn.

“We’ve already given 3 loads of amiodarone-”

“Three…more…seconds!” Elle gasped, then finally stepped back from the child’s motionless body to watch the defibrillator. The 2 minutes of the latest round of CPR was up.

Nothing.

Ethan watched as Elle’s eyes, wild with adrenaline and desperate hope, filled with tears.

“She’s gone, Elle. We need to let her go.”

He gently touched her arm, her skin glistening with exertion and burning hot underneath his fingertips. Finally, she met his gaze, and gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.

Ethan took a deep breath, and then looked at his watch.

“Time of death, 22.16.”

Elle stepped forward, surveying the little girl in front of her. She reached for her hand and squeezed.

“I’m sorry, Katie.”

Without another word, she turned and left the room.

Ethan put his hands behind his head and sighed, as the nurses soberly moved over to the bed and began to clear up.

7-year-old Katie Phillips had been transferred over to diagnostics at Edenbrook just under a week ago, with a case of atypically-presenting sepsis, which had delayed her diagnosis at her previous hospital. Together, Ethan and Elle had figured out her condition within the first 30 minutes of her arrival, and commenced treatment, to which Katie had responded extremely well.

Katie had no parents, and lived in a children’s home. She had also taken a terrific shine to Elle.

On many an occasion, well after her shift had ended, Ethan would pass by Katie’s room and see Elle sitting on her bed, both of them erupting with laughter, or drawing together. Two days ago at around 3am, Ethan was walking through the diagnostics ward on his night shift, and heard a pretty voice singing a soft melody. Following the voice took him to the doorway of Katie’s room, where he found Elle holding the young girl in her arms, stroking her hair and singing to her as she whimpered from the pain of the intravenous antibiotics.

But, they were working.

It was all looking so good.

They were unable to take any family history, of course, on admission, or perhaps they would have decided to order an echocardiogram. Katie had no cardiac symptoms at all, until she began to arrest just under an hour ago. A quick ultrasound in between cycles of CPR showed she had hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

Katie had presented with such a complex illness, but the combined brilliance of Ethan and Elle’s minds had cracked it, she was getting so much better, making so much progress, she was going to live. But it was so devastatingly simple, and yet so unavoidable.

Sudden Cardiac Death.

***

Some time later, after finishing his paperwork at the nurses’ station, Ethan turned instinctively towards the family room. He suddenly felt a pang in his chest, remembering no one was waiting inside for Katie. There were no parents to inform, no family, no one at all.

Ethan expected to feel somewhat relieved at not having to undertake the usual sad process, but his heart felt all the heavier as he took in the silent, empty room.

The one person who he knew would feel Katie’s loss so deeply was…

Elle.

The thought of her flooded Ethan’s mind.

A tapping on the computer behind him roused Ethan from his thoughts, and he turned to see one of the nurses who had approached the station.

“Hey…have you seen Dr Valentine anywhere?” he asked.

“I saw her heading towards the shower room,” the nurse replied.

“Thanks,” Ethan replied, hurrying off down the corridor.

***

Ethan hadn’t been in the changing rooms for years, since his intern days. It was dark when he entered, but the auto lights torpidly flickered on.

Empty.

“Elle?” he called out.

He poked his head around to the shower cubicles, and saw the floor was wet. Someone had been in here not long ago, and he was sure it was Elle. The steamy air was filled with the scent of her shampoo.

It wasn’t even odd to Ethan that he remembered the exact smell of Elle Valentine’s hair. Two months ago, his face was buried in it as she reached up around the back of his neck, his hands on her hips as they made passionate love. He had memorised every tiny detail of that night, including every smell, taste, and feel; the last time they would be together before “everything went back to how it was.” Every night since, Ethan had replayed those moments in his mind, laying awake in bed. On many occasions, the memories even followed him into his dreams.

They even chased him to the depths of the Amazon rainforest, which Ethan had fled to in his hopes to get over her. Instead on his return, every moment alone with her, every touch of her hand, every moment of eye contact that lasted just a little too long, had made his longing for her intensify.

Ethan shook his head, sighing, and made his way back out of the locker room.

***

After grabbing his coat from his office, Ethan made his way wearily back down the hospital halls, a feeling of unease growing in his stomach. He had no idea where Elle was, and she was obviously in a state of distress when she had left the room. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as he walked into the parking lot, concern for the young doctor eclipsing his dislike of texting.

He had only managed to pull up her name in his contacts, before he saw her. She was leaning against the wall of a shrub bed in the middle of the parking lot, half hidden in darkness. Ethan sighed, putting his phone back into his pocket.

Elle didn’t look up as he approached, staring down at her interlocked hands in her lap.

“Hey. Are you ok?”

She didn’t reply. Stupid question, Ethan thought.

“I was just about to text to see where you were. I…was worried, about you.”

Finally, Elle looked up at him.

“I had a cry in the shower,” Elle said, letting out a short, humourless laugh. “I’ll be ok. Not right now. But I will be. You don’t need to worry about me.” She returned her gaze to her hands.

“You need to know, Elle. I know you built up a really good bond with her, but there was nothing we could have done. The sepsis treatment was working, and there was no way we knew about the cardiomyopathy, there was no way we could have known.”

She didn’t reply, so Ethan continued, checking off mental notes in his head, almost strategically.

“Wasting time on an echocardiogram would have been a pointless test that would have distracted from the sepsis treatment. Besides, there was no indication to even order an echo. There was-”

“Ethan.”

She suddenly looked up, meeting Ethan’s gaze. Her green eyes were sharp and wide under the parking lot lights. Ethan found himself quite speechless, perhaps from the interruption, or maybe from the intensity of her gaze.

“Ethan, sometimes things are just shit. You don’t always have to try and fix everything. You don’t always have to solve someone’s pain, like you’re solving a case. Sometimes the best thing is to just be there, and let them feel it.”

There were a few moments of silence, as Ethan took in her words.

“I’m sorry this happened,” he said finally.

“Me too.”

Ethan hesitated for a moment, and then, almost awkwardly, raised his arms. Elle looked at them, and then at him.

He wondered if it was a mistake, and was about to lower his arms and apologise, when she slowly stepped forward from the wall. He saw his own hesitancy mirrored in her features, but nevertheless, she stepped forward into his embrace.

A flood of bittersweet warmth surged through Ethan’s body. This was the first time he had held her in so long, and oh how he missed the way she fitted so perfectly into him, her petite frame enveloped in his arms. She too seemed to relax into his embrace, her head resting against his chest, undoubtedly hearing his pounding heart beneath. Ethan tightened his hold on her, which she reciprocated. He rested his head on top of hers and closed his eyes. He let the feel of her warm body and the sweet cocktail of her hair and perfume envelop him.

They stood together, swaying on the spot slightly. Ethan wasn’t sure exactly how long they had been embracing, but it was the mental feeling, that it was too long to not be something. A silent line had been crossed, unspoken feelings straining in both of their chests, screaming into the silence.

After what felt like both not long enough and an eternity, they pulled away. A gust of cold autumn wind whooshed over them, and Elle shivered.

“It’s freezing out,” said Ethan, eyeing the tiny leather jacket she was wearing. “Let me drive you home.”

“No,” she said suddenly. “I…don’t want to go home.”

“My roommates are having a movie marathon tonight,” she hastily explained. “Elijah’s invited his new girlfriend too. I’m not really in the mood, I’d just want to go straight to my room and then I’d look rude.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Ethan said. “Or to your roommates if you did go to your room, for that matter. You worry too much about others’ feelings, and not nearly enough about your own.”

“I-”

“But I quite understand. We won’t take you home just yet.”

Ethan removed his thick black coat from his shoulders, offering it to her.

“Oh no, I’ve got one, you’ll be cold.”

“I insist. Your hair is still wet too,” he added, gesturing to the damp tips of her blonde locks. “Let’s get you in the warm.”

Elle offered him a small smile, before slipping into the coat.

“Come on,” Ethan said, placing a hand on the small of her back and leading her towards his car.

***

They shared a comfortable silence on the short ride back, both enjoying the sound of the gentle concerto from Ethan’s stereo. The warmth of the car served a welcome contrast to the bitter cold air outside.

Elle glanced over at Ethan as he finally pulled the car to a stop.

“I see we’re at yours.”

“We are indeed. Is that…is that okay?” he asked, somewhat anxiously.

Elle smiled.

“Yeah, it is.”

He opened the car door for her, and they made their way up to his apartment.

“Make yourself comfortable. Wine?” he offered, as they both stepped inside.

“Please.”

Ethan headed over to the kitchen, watching Elle over the counter as he opened a bottle of Merlot. He smiled to himself as she carefully removed her ankle boots, placing them neatly next to his own running shoes by the door. Typical Elle. It reminded him of when she apologised for the non-existent mess in her spotless bedroom when he had stayed at her apartment.

He really should stop thinking about that night. It was one thing doing it alone in bed, late at night, but the memory felt all the more tangible now she was in his apartment, just feet away from him. He had almost forgotten it had all been real.

“What?” Elle asked bemused, clocking his expression.

“Nothing, just simple observation,” said Ethan, a small smile playing on his lips.

Elle raised an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.

“Your people-watching sessions are a little less incognito when it’s just the two of us in your apartment, Ethan.”

“My apologies. Just admiring your attention to detail,” he smirked.

It was so damn cute, he thought.

Elle rolled her eyes, but a slight blush crept on her cheeks as she peeled off his coat and her jacket.

Ethan sat down on the sofa, as she turned away from him and stretched up to hang them both on the coat rack. Ethan couldn’t help but stare at her short jumper dress, clinging to the all the right places on her body. How his hands yearned to roam it again. Ethan blinked hard, forcing himself to look away. He drank deeply from his wine glass.

Elle settled down on the sofa beside him, picking up her own drink. Ethan watched carefully as she took a long swig, then swirled the remaining contents around the glass, staring into space.

He racked his brains for something to say. He didn’t want to try and distract her completely from the rawness of Katie’s death- how could he- but he didn’t want to focus on it either. He tried to think of small talk. He fucking hated small talk. He had never felt the need to. But for her, he was trying so hard, to fill the silence, to make things that bit more bearable for her, in any way he possibly could.

What was happening to him?

“So,” he started, “how are you finding Boston then? You’ve been here a while now.”

“You mean to suggest I don’t spend every waking hour at the hospital working on cases?” she scoffed. “I mean, yeah, it’s good. I’ve found some good running spots, some nice cafés, I guess. It’d be nice for me to get out with people and explore it all a bit more, but I can’t remember the last time me and my roommates all had the same shifts off.”

“You all seem pretty close.”

“They’re my rocks,” Elle beamed, taking another drink of wine. Ethan smiled at the way her face lit up when she talked about her beloved friends. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without them.”

“Have you found a new roommate yet?” Ethan asked. She had mentioned to him before that Dr Olsen was transferring to Mass Kenmore, and he’d seen flyers up advertising the spare room pinned up around various break rooms.

“Not yet. I offered it to Aurora, but-”

“Aurora?” he asked, surprised.

“Yeah, she doesn’t want to stay with Harper anymore. I think it’s a good thing, her stepping out on her own.”

“No, I heard about that. I’m just surprised you reached out, I always thought she seemed quite cold to you last year.”

“Yeah well,” Elle shrugged. “Harper was putting a lot of pressure on her. Plus, half the hospital fangirling over her because of her surname, it’d be enough to put anyone’s back up. She’s not as bad as everyone says, people just need to put themselves in her shoes.”

Ethan watched her carefully. That was the thing- one of many things- about Elle; she always saw the best in people. No matter how cold they may appear, how brusquely they may act towards her, she had such warmth, such empathy, she could see past it all and understand.

Even him.

Inexplicably, he felt a wave of tenderness wash over him, and suddenly had the desire to just reach out and be close to her, to touch her, to hold her hand. Almost involuntarily, he found himself shifting slightly closer to her on the sofa.

“And then, if Aurora doesn’t want to move in, Bryce said he’d be interested.”

Ethan stiffened, and it must have been enough for Elle to notice that he had come closer, because she looked up at him.

“The scalpel jockey?” It was a piss poor attempt to keep his tone indifferent, casual. He knew exactly who Bryce fucking Lahela was.

“Yeah, him,” said Elle.

He knew they were friends, but Ethan had seen the surgeon checking out Elle’s ass on far too many occasions for him to know it was more than friendship on his mind. He was clearly a touchy-feely kind of guy; slapping his senior surgeons on the shoulder, throwing arms round his friends when he joined them at the nurses’ station, but for Elle…it was different. Ethan had seen his hands settle on her waist, on the small of her back, in all the non-platonic places, for just a little too long.

Ethan drained his glass, then rose from the sofa to retrieve the bottle of wine from the kitchen counter. Elle watched him; noticing the change in his demeanour.

“I bet he’ll love that,” Ethan snorted, refilling their glasses.

“Why?”

“Because,” said Ethan, placing the bottle down a little harder on the coffee table than he had meant to and dropping back down to the sofa, “he makes no secret of the fact that he likes you.”

“Bryce is just a friend,” Elle laughed.

“He doesn’t seem to think so.”

“Bryce is a quick fuck in a shower kind of guy, not the romantic dinner and candles type.”

Ethan almost spat out his wine.

“Excuse me?”

“Look,” Elle sighed. “Me and Bryce are friends. I know he has a bit of a thing for me, the girls have told me. But I don’t like him like that. He came on to me at our housewarming party, after everyone had gone, and offered…well, that.”

“I see,” said Ethan stiffly. Jealously began to rage in him like an inferno, yet his blood seemed to turn cold. “And was it good, your ‘quick fuck in the shower?’”

Why the on earth did he ask that, why did he even care? He knew he sounded like an asshole, he was supposed to be making her feel better, but instead he was prying. The wine felt potent in his stomach- maybe that was part of the reason why his tongue was loose- but either way, he just needed to know.

This time, it was Elle’s time to choke on her drink.

“Ethan!” she spluttered. “No, I didn’t have sex with him!” she giggled. “I do friends, not friends with benefits, and it’s much harder to friendzone a guy after you’ve had sex. Me and him laugh about it now.”

As relief flooded through Ethan, Elle started to roll around the sofa laughing, the last dregs of wine in her glass teetering precariously close to the edge. But Ethan didn’t care. She was so damn beautiful when she laughed, and he was so glad to see her laughing. It was hard to imagine that a couple of hours ago, she had been performing chest compressions on a child.

He laughed too, although he didn’t think it was that funny. The wine was definitely a good idea to lighten both their spirits.

But as suddenly as she started laughing, she stopped.

“Elle?”

“No…no I can’t.”

“What’s wrong?”

She didn’t answer. Ethan scooted closer to her, and her entire demeanour had changed. Suddenly, she was so still and sad. He stretched an arm around her shoulders, placing his other hand on her thigh.

And that was all it took.

The simple intimacy of the action was a static shock between them, and her eyes snapped up to his in the dim light of his living room. Suddenly Ethan felt his heart pounding in his chest. He looked at her face, and it was as if he had just realised how impossibly beautiful she was for the very first time.

“Elle, what is it?” he whispered gently, his fingertips pressing ever so slightly into her thigh. There was a mere millimetre between skin and skin, the flimsy fabric of her tights.

“Oh god, what am I even doing?” she breathed.

“What do you mean?”

“I should be feeling shit about Katie, I watched a child fucking die tonight! I should be feeling shit about Bryce, I should be feeling shit about missing Elijah’s movie night, he’s been going on about it for ages. And I do feel shit…but I’m also sitting here getting drunk with my boss, and fucking enjoying it! And wanting to…”

Ethan desperately wanted to ask her to finish her sentence, wanted to know what she wanted. Wanted to know if it was the same as him.

Instead, he focused, as much as his mind would let him, on the fact she was in a bad place. He needed to step up, and offer some emotional support. This was why he had taken her back to his place after all, wasn’t it?

“You don’t have to feel any kind of way. It’s like you said, just let yourself feel it. Grief is a complex, multi-dimensional thing. You think how you’re acting isn’t right, but there is no right. Whatever you feel right now, in this moment, is right. How do you feel?”

Both of their breaths were heavy, and Ethan could feel his fingers pulsing on her thigh.

“I feel…I don’t know.”

“That’s okay, to not know. If you don’t know how you feel, go with what you want. What do you want?”

Her eyes pierced his, Ethan swore she could see right into his soul. Suddenly, there was no wine, no living room, nothing else. Elle was the only thing in the whole damn world.

“What do you want, Ethan?” she whispered.

Their gazes met; his eyes full of ravenous hunger. Unconsciously, almost, his hand reached up to the back of her neck, twining in her golden locks.

“You. Only you. Always you.”

He saw the look on her face only for a second, before he crashed his mouth into hers, his hand still at her neck, the other gripping her thigh for dear life. She kissed him back, hard, her arms snaking around his shoulders. The dam was broken.

Only when she bit the bottom of his lip, and Ethan let out a moan of pleasure, did they finally come up for air.

“Ethan…” she breathed heavily.

“I need you, Elle. Please-”

Before he could finish, Elle answered him with her mouth. Ethan pulled her tight onto his lap, her knees straddling him. His tongue danced with hers, relishing in the warmth of her mouth, their lips never breaking.

His hands slid up her thighs, grabbing the hem of her jumper dress and pulling it up and over her head. Ethan’s eyes drank in the sight of her torso.

“You’re incredible,” he breathed.

He brushed his fingers over the rise of her heaving breasts, bulging out the top of her black lace balconette bra. Elle gasped as he slipped his fingers into the cup.

“This is too small for you,” Ethan growled, hands tearing ravenously at the clasp. There was a loud ripping sound. “I’ll have to buy you more lingerie,” he muttered, somewhat apologetically.

Impatient, Elle reached behind her back with nimble hands and unclasped the torn bra herself, tossing it to the floor.

“My god, Elle…” Ethan groaned, drinking in the sight of her bare chest. “You are a goddess.”

He seized her ample breasts in both hands, kneading and massaging carefully. Elle let out a groan of pleasure.

“Ethan…oh!”

He took one of her breasts in his mouth, circling her hard nipple with his tongue, his thumb taking care of her other. They felt so good; so heavy and warm and full on his face and hands. He wished his head could be buried between them forever, these breasts carved by the angels.

Elle threw her head back in pleasure as Ethan alternated between sucking and biting. She began to grind in his lap, and he could feel her heat through her thin tights against his stone hard cock, the sensation arousing him even more. Not removing his mouth from her breasts, he snaked his hand underneath the waistband of her tights.

“Fuck!” Elle gasped, immediately rocking harder against his fingers that hadn’t yet slipped under her panties.

Ethan almost lost it at the feeling of her hot arousal all over her fingers. Steeling himself, he focused intently on prolonging her pleasure, pushing past her panties and massaging her clit.

“Take..them…off,” Elle commanded between gasps.

With pure carnal desire, Ethan ripped the tights clean off, and pushed her panties down her thighs. At the same time, Elle fumbled with his belt and flies, making quick work of exposing him quickly.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he moaned, “Elle, oh my-fuck!”

Panties tossed to the floor, Elle re-positioned and sat on him fully, and Ethan almost came there and then from the feeling of being inside her once again. Oh how he had longed for this, for so long. She was so slick for him, so perfect and tight, and he fitted into her perfectly. It was although they were made for each other, Ethan thought, in more ways than one.

Throwing her head back, Elle began to grind on his lap, and Ethan could not withhold his primal moan. He closed his eyes, drowning in pleasure, but forced himself to open them, not wanting to miss the sight of the woman on top of him.

Her hips danced tantalising circles on his cock, circling, bouncing, grinding.

“I’ve dreamed of you like this…for months…every…fucking…night.”

Fire roared in Elle’s eyes as she took in his words, the confession appearing to spur her even more.

‘Oh my god,” Ethan groaned as she changed her pattern of gyration in just the right way.

How was she even real, how could sex be this fucking good? It was otherworldly.

“Since the Amazon?” Elle panted.

“In the Amazon. Every night. And before then…before I fucked you for the first time….and every night since…how could I ever forget?”

He traced his hands over her mesmerising hips, gripping them hard, as if seizing on to the moment itself, making sure it was real.

Elle was such a vision. Her blonde locks cascaded over her shoulders, her bare breasts bouncing up and down, her taut stomach moving in time with her hips. And her face; her beautiful, perfect face, a picture of bliss and pleasure, all for him.

He moved his hands down to her ass, roving over the soft, full cheeks. Elle moaned with pleasure as he slapped and squeezed, hard. He guided her up and down, and returned her vigour with his own thrusts, in perfect harmony.

“Oh…Ethan…I’m so close…I want it to last,” Elle gasped as she slowed down, and Ethan looked up to see her face a mix of strain and pleasure, trying desperately to withhold her climax.

“I know sweetheart,” he murmured, leaning up to kiss her breasts again. “Come for me. Let yourself go, I’ve got you.”

“Ohhh!” cried Elle a few seconds later, her eyes hammering shut as she lost herself in pleasure. Ethan watched as she threw her head back, the sounds she was making and the look of pure ecstasy on her face making him delirious and come, hard.

“Elle!”

He could feel her contracting around him as he filled her, her thighs shuddering and twitching as she rode out the last of her orgasmic waves.

After a few moments, they began to come down from the high. Suddenly filled with a surge of determination, Ethan sat up, lifting Elle effortlessly into his arms, and strode towards the bedroom. The empty wine glasses shattered onto the floor in their wake, like the barriers that had been shattered between them.

“Ethan!” Elle yelped, as he kicked open the door and laid her gently on the bed, by the pillows.

“I’m not done,” he said huskily. “I want to make you feel so good, Elle.” He hastily unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the floor. “Look at you.”

Moving slowly towards the bed, he drank in the sight of her naked form; he a lost man wandering the Sahara; her body a desert spring.

“You have no idea what it does to me when you look at me like that, Ethan,” she whispered as he crawled on to the bed, running his hands over her body.

“And you have no idea what you do to me by just existing.” He planted hot kisses over her neck, slowly making his way downwards. “What it does to me when you’re in the same fucking room as me,” she shivered deliciously as his beard scratched her collarbone. “When you take off your white coat and I see you’re wearing one of those goddamn fitted dresses, and then I can’t stop thinking about what I know is underneath.”

His kisses lingered on Elle’s breasts; his hand travelling to her clit.

“It’s harder now…” he breathed; the sweet moans coming from her mouth at his ministrations were music to his ears. “Before the first time, I could only imagine what it was like to have you…but now I know how sweet your pussy is. I thought those two months would make me forget…but it’s only made me want you more.”

Suddenly, Elle knelt up, and Ethan gasped as her hand curled around his cock, hard again already.

“Show me,” she demanded, eyes wide and blazing with desire.

“All those times I know you’ve held back, when I hold your hand, when you touch my cheek, when it’s just us alone together. I want you to show me everything you’ve been holding back. I want you to fuck me, hard, Ethan. I need to feel it.”

Her assertiveness roused Ethan even more; she pressed her lips to his and worked her hand up and down his cock to assure him further of her consent. That was all he needed.

Effortlessly, he curled a hand around her tiny waist and flipped her over on the bed onto all fours.

“Mmm…yesss,” she moaned, arching her back to invite him in.

Ethan took just a few moments to indulge himself, relishing in the sight of her like that, willing and ready for him. Then, he couldn’t wait any longer.

They gasped simultaneously as he plunged into her smooth, soaked folds.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, beginning to rock against her. “I love being inside of you.”

Elle arched her back even more, crying out in pleasure as the angle of his penetration hit her in just the right spot.

“Oh my god…Ethan.”

She threw her head back, and Ethan reached forward, pulling on her blonde locks.

“YES!”

He picked up the pace, the sound and feel of her ass clapping against his hips drawing him ever closer to the edge. His fingers roamed beneath her, seizing as much of her bouncing breasts as his hands would let him. He circled his thumbs over her hard nipples, and Elle groaned and pushed back against him.

“Harder Ethan…don’t-fucking-stop!”

Grabbing her hips, he rammed himself into her furiously. All the restraint, every modicum of self-control, all the excruciating, agonising professionalism that had been towering between them, dissolved away more and more with each thrust.

“I’m going to come again…” Elle’s fingers curled into the bedsheets, knuckles white. “Oh-oh-OH, ETHAN!”

Elle’s repeated cries of his name became lost in whimpers and moans as he reached around to massage her clit, and she exploded into blissful climax once again. Ethan knew he was a matter of strokes away from the same.

Ethan slowed himself, gently holding her waist, supporting her as her knees buckled on the come down from the high.

“You can finish in me again,” she panted after a few moments, “I want you to.”

She began to arch her back again, but Ethan turned her over to lie on her back with a surprising tenderness.

“I want- I need to look at you, Elle.”

The thick desire in his voice was suddenly mixed with a gentle tenderness. He entered her again, his strokes slow but firm.

Something in the atmosphere had changed. The raw, animalistic passion and pent-up lust, had morphed into something else. Something more.

Ethan moved one hand to brace himself against the headboard, the other caressing Elle’s cheek.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He moved his hand to hers, lacing their fingers together. She squeezed, and he squeezed back.

Their steady rhythm led Ethan closer to his climax. He stared into her brilliant green eyes, and she returned his gaze with wonder.

“Ethan..”

Her eyes became glassy, and she reached up to touch his cheek. Inexplicably, Ethan felt a tear of his own began to fall.

“You’re everything to me, Elle. Everything.”

Finally, Ethan felt the heat that had been steadily building in his lower abdomen roar into flames.

“Oh, sweetheart, Elle…ELLE!”

He cried out her name, desperately. There was a loud crack as the headboard that Ethan braced himself on split, but neither of them seemed to care. Ethan let his vision fill with the face of the woman below him. If this was his final sight before he died, Ethan would die a happy man.

After a few hazy seconds, Elle let go of his hand, and reached up to stroke his back, almost cradling him from beneath. Ethan removed himself from her, panting hard. He laid down beside her, gathering her into his arms.

“That was…that was..” Elle began.

They both chuckled lightly, and Ethan squeezed her close.

“Incredible,” he finished for her, and pressed a tender kiss to her lips.

They laid there, wrapped in each other for a long while, before Ethan reached up again to caress her cheek.

“Are you ok, Elle?”

“I’m…”

She trailed off. The ecstasy was over. The pain of the world and the previous events of the night slowly ebbed back into reality.

“I’ve just had amazing sex, and I’m here with you, Ethan. I’m ok.” She smiled.

Ethan knew that she was still in pain, and a feeling of guilt swelled in Ethan. He knew so much of that pain was from him, from not being together. Pain she did not deserve, pain Ethan wished he could take away completely.

“Elle, I…” he propped himself up on one elbow, staring into her eyes. The familiar storm of conflict and desire played out within him. Another tear fell down his cheek.

He wanted so badly to say the words, those words. The words he felt for her with his entire being, and had done for such a long time.

Elle reached up, wiping his tear away.

“I know.”

There was a deep and bittersweet understanding in her eyes.

She pulled him back down for a kiss, before snuggling closely in his arms.

***

Ethan and Elle slept deeply that night, curled up in each other. There was so much pain in their life, in their profession as doctors, so much pain between them. But so much of something else.

Even if he couldn’t say it yet. But that night, he wanted to make sure that Elle could feel it.

And felt it, she did.

#ethan ramsey #dr ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #open heart 2

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years

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The right Choice

This was prompted by an amazing anon! I sprinkled a bit Connor/Chloe in there, I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900, Connor/Chloe

‘And how’s your brother doing?‘ Connor smiled at Chloe upon the question. It was a beautiful Sunday and the sun was shining bright and warm. They were sitting in the outside area of a café outfitted with comfy garden chairs and a lot of colourful potted flowers carefully arranged around the tables. ‘He’s doing just fine. Made quite a career with the FBI, really. I mean, he always says it’s because he was specifically made for that kind of job, but I’m not gonna lie, he is good at what he does.’ ‘And outside of work?’, Chloe asked, sipping thirium tea. ‘Yeah, I know I worried about him’, Connor laughed. ‘I mean, we live together, and he has me, but I don’t want that to be forever. I love him, but I also love you and I thought about your offer of moving in together. I think I don’t have to worry anymore.’ ‘Did he find someone?’ ‘He always says someone found him. I don’t know who it is, outside of that it’s a he and that he likes cats.’ Chloe chuckled. ‘Sounds like your worst nightmare.’ ‘Hey, I mean anyone with a pet proved they can take care of someone? I see it as a positive, but…’ ‘You’d rather his partner had a dog?’ Connor huffed. ‘I guess. I mean imagine family dinners… Hank with Sumo, our dog if we ever get one-‘ ‘When we get one’, Chloe stressed. ‘Okay, when we get one. And then there’s Nines with a cat. I mean what if we visit and they don’t like each other.’

‘If that’s your only problem with your brother’s choice, I think you’ll be fine’, she joked, watching the bees dance around the near flowers. ‘Hey, my brother has the most advanced CPU out there’, Connor answered. ‘No way he would make the wrong choice.’ Chloe nodded, and Connor smiled. They knew each other for quite a while now and still he couldn’t get his mind around how beautiful she was. And now with the sun shining bright on her hair and them being surrounded by colour… It was perfect. Until her LED changed to yellow and then red for half a turn. ‘Shit.’ Connor frowned at her looking up from her tea. ‘I’m so sorry, Con.’ ‘What happened? Is something wrong?’ ‘It’s Elijah. You know how he tries to get into the medical field? He’s a genius, but sometimes he is such a moron.’ She sighed deeply, rubbing her eyes. ‘He angered some of the board members – again - and well… I have to appease them again before all of this ends in disaster…’ ‘I’m sure you can do it’, Connor reassured her. ‘Do you need a lift?’ ‘That would be nice, thank you. I’m so sorry, I have been looking forward to spending this day with you.’ They stood up and paid and Connor hugged her. ‘There will be other days. Go safe humanity.’ ‘Ugh, if all of humanity relies on Elijah’s social skills, I think I’m gonna be sick’, she laughed. ‘I promise we will repeat this, Con, it was really nice.’ ‘Don’t worry’, he waved it off. ‘We will.’

He had driven Chloe over to Belle Isle and kissed her goodbye. He wished her good luck with work and drove back home, only a bit bummed out over the lost time. They would have more days to come after all and with no one quite sure how long an android could really live, there wasn’t much lost. He would just get home and spend some time with his brother. Actually, that could be nice too, now that he thought about it. It had been quite some time since they had last consciously done something together. He nodded at that thought as he parked the car in front of their house and walking over to the front door. He pushed off his shoes and put them neatly to the side, when he stopped. There was another pair of shoes right there that were neither Nines’ nor Connor’s own. Immediately he made the connection. His brother had known of him being out the whole day. Naturally he had invited his boyfriend over. Connor decided against announcing his presence as he didn’t want to make it awkward. He should just leave again, but curiosity had always been his weakness. So, he looked into the living room and froze. There on the couch… ‘What the fuck, Gavin!’

Nines had been giddy all day, hiding it successfully from his brother until he had left. Then he had begun notoriously cleaning the house until Gavin arrived. Nines had hugged him at the entrance and led him inside. ‘So your brother is out?’ ‘Yes, he has his own date today.’ ‘Nice.’ ‘Would you like a coffee?’ ‘Hey, you know me, Nines.’ They ventured to the kitchen and Gavin propped himself up on the counter next to the coffee machine, stealing kisses whenever Nines had to lean over to put filter, coffee and water inside their compartments. Not that the android particularly minded it. The opposite was more likely. As the machine worked, he stepped to the side and into Gavin’s space. He looped his arms around his back and smiled as he had to look up at the smug face. ‘Enjoying the view?’, Nines smirked. ‘A bit’, Gavin shrugged. ‘Although from down there I have a better view of your ass, to be honest.’ ‘Hmm, maybe’, the android hummed. ‘But then I couldn’t do this.’ He tightened his grip and lifted the human up effortlessly, who laughed in surprise. ‘Nines, you are being silly again.’ ‘Would you rather have me being serious?’, Nines asked. ‘I could read you your vitals and scold you for your eating habits, if you’d like.’ ‘Nah thank you. Not today.’ ‘Thought so.’

Nines walked them over to the living room. The time until the coffee was ready could be put to better use. He laid his human gently down on the couch and followed the movement to stay on top of him, keeping himself suspended on arms and knees not to crush Gavin with his weight. ‘Hey, I thought I would get my coffee first?’, Gavin joked. ‘You’ll get it, don’t you worry. I waited a week for this, give me a break, would you?’ ‘Fine’, Gavin chuckled, accepting the kiss all too eager himself. ‘Just… Is your brother really that weird about it?’ ‘No, he is fine with it. But I’d rather keep him out of this. Trust me, it would be… really awkward.’ ‘Alright. Then it’ll stay by you visiting me after work?’ ‘Don’t worry, he wants to move out soon anyways. It’s only a matter of time.’ ‘You’d better encourage him in every way you can think of’, Gavin smiled. ‘Because this? I want this twenty-four hours, all week long.’ ‘Me too’, Nines said from the heart and sat up to stand. His human grunted displeased and made grabby hands towards him. The android shook his head. ‘Hey, just getting you your coffee, we don’t have to rush. My brother said he wouldn’t be home before sundown.’ Gavin grumbled his reluctant allowance and sat up, watching the android walk towards the kitchen.

They spend most of the day sitting there together. Gavin had drunk his coffee and they had talked. About his cats about work, about Gavin’s increasingly annoying neighbours and more. They had cuddled and laughed. Later they cooked and made a mess of the kitchen, cleaned it again and retreated back on the sofa. Nines was holding the overly content human that had gotten sleepy from the food and listened to his heartbeat. It was so immensely calming, Nines found. He could easily get lost listening to it and as he knew they would be alone and were safe, he allowed it. He felt his own pump attune to it, the rotations of the pump syncing up with the rhythm. He would love to always have this around him, to be able to listen to his heart whenever he wanted, to hold him, to care for him, to share experiences. It was simply perfect, and he could stay like this until his-

‘What the fuck, Gavin!’

Gavin froze, Nines froze, time froze. Then he looked up. Connor was standing in the hallway. Why was he standing in the hallway? When had he arrived? Nines should have been able to hear his car, nevermind the door and his steps.

‘Connor?’, Gavin sounded similarly surprised. ‘The phck are you doing here?’ ‘What am I- I live here, you idiot!’ ‘Wait…’ Gavin had to pause for thoughts, so Nines took over: ‘Connor, why are you here already? I thought you would be with Chloe all day.’ ‘There was a problem over at Cyberlife and she had to leave earlier. Why is Gavin here?’ ‘Because I decided to invite my boyfriend over while you were gone’, Nines explained. ‘Wait, Nines, Connor is your brother?’

In all confusion that allowed both androids to look at the man dumbfounded. ‘We look the same, idiot!’, Connor said and Nines added: ‘And we are both RK-series.’ ‘Yeah, well, how should I know. I noticed you looked similar but how the hell am I supposed what androids define as related? I thought you decided that.’ ‘But-‘ ‘Nines, sorry, but I thought you were some random FBI android, how the hell should I have known?’ ‘Yeah, well, Connor is my brother, now you know.’

‘Good. Then you can explain to me why Gavin sits on our couch’, Connor demanded. ‘He is my boyfriend.’ ‘He is- How the hell did you even meet? And why… how… We are talking about Gavin Reed, the asshole of my precinct!’ ‘Wow, not polite’, Gavin complained, but was quickly silenced: ‘Says the one who held me at gunpoint!’ ‘Please… Connor, that is exactly why I haven’t told you who I was meeting…’, Nines spoke up, sounding pained. ‘We… Do you remember that FBI-mission that the DPD send a few officers for as backup?’ ‘Yes. I remember you had some problems.’ ‘Well, there I met Gavin. He was shot and I drove him to the hospital. I waited until after the surgery, mainly to get my jacket back and… Well. We met a few times after that.’

Connor stared at them both sitting on their couch. He had expected a lot of things. But he had never thought of his brother dating Gavin Reed. ‘Are you sure you want to do this, Nines’, he asked, knowing this was none of his business to interfere, however badly he wanted to. ‘Yes.’ ‘Fine, then I have to make a phone call, please excuse me’, Connor said, before leaving for the bedroom.

‘Connor? What happened?’, Chloe answered his distress call. ‘Chloe? I am ready to move in with you.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah, scratch that, I have to move in with you as soon as possible!’

#Detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #Connor/Chloe #Connor dbh #RK800 #Chloe dbh #RT600 #i miss cafés #Wasn't often in them but by now I really miss them

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anotherbeingsworld · 4 years

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Our Do Nothing Day

Pairing: Bryce x F!MC (Casey Valentine)

Characters: Bryce Lahela, Casey Valentine, Louis Lahela(OC), Keiki Lahela, Sienna Trinh, Jackie Varma, Elijah Greene.

Rating/Warnings: G/FLUFFY AT ITS FINEST.

A/N: Hi! I am back with a new one, and this is inspired by the legendary show ‘Phineas and Ferb!’ I loved that show so much, and I decide to use one of the songs from the show as an inspo! (I am actually binging P&F songs at the moment lol). I had a pretty rough day with everything that is happening in my life, and...writing really helps a lot and.. writing Bryce especially made a girl happy :) . I hope all of you enjoy it!

PS- Link to the inspo song, Do Nothing Day from Phineas and Ferb! Also, the gif is somehow not from the inspo episode , since the real one can’t be found! I apologize for any grammar mistakes and all! Enjoy!

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A day off is rare for both of the doctors since they aren’t used to a free day without emergencies surrounding them. They decide to have the day for the two of them since, with Louis being born and their hectic shifts, they haven’t gotten to chance to have much alone time with one another.

The day was early, as the knock on the door was heard. Casey happily opened the door to be greeted with her friends, and a smiling Keiki waiting outside their door. All of her friends made their way inside to the apartment, as they settled in.

‘All of them agreed on watching Louis, as Keiki wanting to spend more time with her nephew. Louis is growing every day, and Keiki had vowed on not wanting to miss a thing after he was born.

Bryce walks into the living room, with 2-year-old Louis fresh out of the bath. He is smiling happily at the sight of the company, especially when Keiki holds her arms out to hold him. Louis accepted her arms happily, as the two of them bond away.

Casey smiles at the sight of them, as her friends are trying to entertain Louis with the help of Keiki. Bryce took a cup of coffee that was made, as his eyes follow her direction.

‘We are really lucky to have them.’

Casey nods, as she took a sip of the coffee once more before she placed it in the dishwasher.

‘We do. Your sister is something else, Bryce.’

A smile appears on his face, as his eyes followed Keiki who is singing along to the nursery rhymes on the television with Louis happily clapping his hands. Sienna and Elijah were singing in harmony whilst Jackie just let out a sigh followed by a laugh at the commotion in front of her.

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Bryce and Casey said goodbye to Louis and the others, as they started their date for the day. Casey pulls out her phone, as she examined each plan she had for the day while he shook her head at her.

‘They say if you plan. Life tends to end up pretty badly y’ know.’ Bryce stated as he placed an arm around his wife.

Casey shook her head, as she leaned into his touch.

‘Nope, not true! I have lived my life to plan everything, and… it went by perfectly.’ Casey stutters a bit as she walks faster with Bryce besides her who just nodded at her argument.

They made their way to a local theme park she found on the web. She did a few research as she wanted to make this day perfect, for both herself and Bryce. Casey felt herself being optimistic, as she scatters on forward only to be stopped by the long line in front of them.

‘Wha-? How?! I saw the posts, they said people won’t be coming today!’ Casey lets out a sigh as the line in front of them was very very long.

‘Hey, it’s okay. We can do something else, as long as we are together okay?’ Bryce reassures her, as Casey felt a bit better. They left the theme park, as Casey pulled up the list once more to their next destination. The theatre, and unfortunately. All the tickets were sold out as well. She is still standing tall, as Bryce giving her thumbs up in a supporting manner. Moving on to the next destination, the city aquarium. As they said, third time’s a charm, right? But… little did they know, the aquarium was closed for renovations as they arrived at the entrance.

Casey smiles falter as the sign says, ‘Closed for renovations.’ Bryce stopped in his tracks at the sign, as he glances at Casey who is looking disappointed. Casey felt given up, as she sat on the sidewalk. Bryce followed suit, as he sat beside her.

‘You are right as always, ugh!’ Casey lets out a groan and she buried her face in her hands.

Bryce rubs her back slowly before he could say anything. Both of their phones beep in unison, as they took it out at the same time.

Both of them receive a message from their friend’s group chat and Keiki, with various pics of Louis playing with his toys and happily smiling from the pics. One of the pics that stood out to them is the one with Keiki holding Louis in her arms, as he is smiling widely. There was a video attached to the group chat, as Casey played it.

Sienna’s voice could be heard, as she is holding the phone.

‘Hi, Louis, smile for the camera honey!’ Sienna called out to him, as he jumps happily in Keiki’s arms.

Louis was facing the camera, as he jumped happily. Keiki is holding his arm, as a small attempt to wave at the camera.

‘Louis said, have fun to mommy and daddy!’ She said as Louis moves his little arms slowly as an attempt of waving to the camera before the screen fades.

Casey felt a smile appear on her face, as she played the video once more. Bryce did the same, as he pulled her into his arms as they stood silently on the pavement.

‘It’s not your fault Cas, you didn’t know.’ He rubbed her back as she leaned her head on his shoulders.

‘I know… I wanted today to be perfect for us.’ Casey’s voice is small as she lets out a sigh.

‘It’s already perfect with you here okay?’ He reassures her once more as her smiles appear once more.

Bryce’s face lit up as an idea dawned on him. He stood up, as she followed suit.

‘I have an idea, let’s go.’

They drive for half an hour, as they finally arrived at the spot. It was already evening, as they reached the destination. There were parents and kids are having fun, vendors were selling food, and they even had a stage set for performing along with a projector where the kids were watching Phineas and Ferb happily. The place has its charms as Casey’s eyes went wide at the beauty of the whole place.

‘How did you find this place?’

Bryce shrugs as they started to walk towards the entrance. The places weren’t as packed as the theme park, but… the sight of it had made her smile as her eyes traveled through the whole landscape of the place.

Casey was mesmerized by the whole place that she left Bryce behind, as she stopped as smelled the flowers. There was a variety of them, as she took a couple of photos for future-keeping. She turns around, as she felt a tap on her shoulder.

Her head turns, to be meet with Bryce who was holding a picnic basket and a bundle of flowers in his hands. Casey felt her eyes widen at it all.

‘How did this get here?!’ Casey asked in disbelief gesturing to the basket and the flowers. He passed the flowers towards Casey, as she accept it happily.

‘I magically appear it on my own.’ Bryce replies happily as Casey groans at him. He shakes his head, as he walks forward leaving her behind. She immediately runs towards his direction, as he leads them to an empty spot a few feet away from the projector area where the kids were happily watching the show.

The spot was empty, as Bryce pulls out a blanket from the basket. He places it down the grass, as they sat down happily. The sight of it all made Casey happy. The kids running around, as bubbles were floating into the sky. It somehow felt like it was taken from a movie.

Bryce lays out the food, as Casey glances at him with gentleness in her eyes.

‘You are amazing, you know that?’ Casey said as she took a bite from the deliciousness in front of her.

‘Hey, I did what I can. We deserved this, and it feels amazing to just… settled down for a while.’ Bryce said happily as they sat continue eating. After the food is done, Casey lays her head on his shoulders as they watched Phineas and Ferb as the park was doing a marathon of old episodes. She smiled at the sight of the classic show, which is one of her favorites growing up.

‘I remember every detail about this episode!’ Casey said as she is reminiscing her whole childhood through that one episode.

‘Is that so? Tell me what happens next.’ Bryce challenges her, like the scene where the dinosaur slide that Candace is building starts to fly away.

‘Alright, the dinosaur would land at the town’s fair where Candace’s boyfriend, Jeremy, and his band are performing there.’ Casey said with full confidence as she observes the scene closely and, lets out a whoop as she nailed it.

‘Fine, fine. Never underestimate the one and only Casey Lahela.’ He said as he kissed her cheek.

They sat in silence as the song started to play from the episode, which is one of Casey’s favorite song from the whole series. Honestly, all of the songs from the show are amazing, like… good. But, this one stood out to her today somehow, as she is having a good and relaxing day-off with the love of her life as Jeremy sings the lyrics that describe their day perfectly.

Slow down and look around you (all around)

Throw your to-do list away

The clouds look like sheep and vice versa

On a do-nothing day (on a do-nothing day)

On a do-nothing day.

The episode ends with the credits, as the song was played once more. Casey sang along to the lyrics as she reminisces the day they had today… she would learn a thing a two of living in the moment with Bryce. She didn’t worry much as they have a whole lifetime together to enjoy the ride. But, right now.

She took a glance at him, as the world around them fades.

‘This is the best day ever.’ She whispered to him, as he lets out a small laugh at the statement.

‘Are you sure? What about our wedding day? Or… the day Louis is born?’ He raised an eyebrow as an attempt to play with her.

‘It’s in the top-five list alright!’ She lays her foot down with that statement as they are finally ready to call it a day.

The sun is setting, as they made their way back home. It wasn’t the perfect date she had planned out instead, its something entirely different. It was their do-nothing-day and, Casey looks forward to more days like this with her family in the future.

THE END

A/N #2: I hope all of you enjoy it! Thank you so much for reading it! - A

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Try #2, because the last one had a weird read more problem.

I listened to Last Kiss by Taylor Swift and got a little emo, okay? Hopeful ending, but real angsty on the way. Canon-compliant as much as I know how, because I didn’t watch a single episode of TO.

The burn in her lungs was familiar when she woke, every breath painful and heavy, dragging spikes across the insides of her ribs. The room was dark, but she’d lived at the boarding house long enough to know exactly where she was. Her mind was sluggish, her memories fuzzy. The last thing she could recall was tattling about Klaus’s unforgivably stupid plan to Elijah and agreeing on a course of action before heading back to get the girls ready to help out. She’d blacked out as soon as she’d entered the house.

The tiny window peeking out of the only part of the wall above ground was completely dark, and she choked back a sob as she immediately realized what that must have meant. The ritual had most likely been done at this point, though whether the plan carried out was hers or Klaus’s wouldn’t be clear until she escaped, and she had a feeling that she couldn’t shake that things hadn’t turned out the way she wanted.

She had no doubt of who was behind knocking her out and locking her up. Ric could hold a grudge, and he hadn’t danced around the fact that he thought her feelings for Klaus were impacting her judgment. She’d been much more understanding with him than she should have been, and she had no doubt that if Ric had his way, her payment for coddling his hurt feelings would be Klaus’s corpse.

She’d just managed to pull herself to her feet when the door to the basement opened and she saw Ric in the doorway, giving her what she was sure was supposed to be an understanding smile. He’d never quite gotten out of the habit of condescending to her despite her now being in her late thirties--something she suspected had to do with him having been her teacher--but she’d never found it more infuriating than she did at this moment.

“What the hell, Ric?”

She’d come pretty close to killing him multiple times over the last sixteen years, generally for things involving diaper changes or because he’d never seemed to learn how to clean up after himself, and she always had to remind herself that the girls would be upset.

“He’s gone,” Alaric said softly. “Caroline, I’m—“

“You locked me up to stop me from saying goodbye. You do not get to say you’re sorry,” she hissed, her eyes hot as tears gathered at her lashes. “How fucking dare you—“

“He’s clouding your judgment—“

“My judgment?” Caroline asked, her voice starting to become shrill, fingernails digging into her palms. “Seriously? You’re the one who held a stupid grudge for over a decade, Ric! No one had to die for this.”

“The Hollow—“

“Could have been put in something else! Elijah said he would take it.”

“He did, Caroline,” Alaric said, his hands up in a placating gesture, and Caroline felt all the stress bleed out of her.

“So you meant Elijah, then? Klaus isn’t...” she trailed off, the word ‘dead’ not quite able to pass through her lips.

Alaric winced, which was not a good sign, and she felt all of her rage and grief come back. She didn’t love Klaus, but she could, she’d looked forward to trying to, and the loss of that future she’d wanted so desperately after the girls were grown would be devastating. “What happened, Ric? Why did you lock me up? What did you do?”

“I couldn’t pass up this chance to take him out, Caroline. You have to understand—“

“I don’t. Explain.”

“I had the girls do the binding ritual he planned originally.”

“You idiot,” Caroline choked out. “Are you serious?”

“I didn’t kill him,” Alaric said, putting his hands up in a placating gesture that only made her madder. "He was the one who--"

"I know he wanted it, but that was stupid of him. I had a plan, Ric. How could you do this to me? After everything I've done for you. You couldn't let me have this one thing? You couldn't trust me to know what I was doing?"

“Well, Damon—“

“Nope, never mind, you’re done explaining,” Caroline interrupted, her lip curling. Of course Damon was continuing to ruin everything even slightly good in her life. “I’m done, Ric.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m done. I’m taking Hope and the girls and we’re going...I don't know. Away. We're going to figure this...this thing out. And you need to leave us alone."

"I'm not leaving the girls."

"You don't have a choice," Caroline shot back, her eyes fire, her nails drawing blood as they bit into her palms. "I'll compel you if I have to, Ric. I swear to god, I will."

"For Klaus?" he demanded. "You'll take away my kids because I didn't save a crazy mass murderer? He's tried to kill us all, Caroline."

"No, I'm doing this for me," she said, her voice somehow even despite the rage and grief she felt brewing inside of her. "For me and the girls. Hope will want her dad back, and Josie and Lizzie..." she swallowed, looking away, refusing to meet his eyes because if she did she wasn't sure she could keep it together if they made eye contact. "We'll figure something out. You can see them in the summer, maybe. But you need to leave me alone. I'm serious."

"But I--"

"You've done enough. Seriously," she bit out. "Now, let me out before I make you. I need to go."

To Klaus's place. To see if she could find something to bring him back. Anything.

He looked like he wanted to argue, but she was thankful when he didn't, simply stepping aside and letting her go. He probably thought that they'd talk later, when she'd calmed down. It was a familiar pattern to their disagreements, one that always read to her as grossly relationshippy, though she'd tried to convince herself that he thought they were co-parenting platonically even if he looked at her sometimes in a way that made her feel a visceral disgust deep in her gut.

He was lucky that she didn't break his neck on the way out, honestly. After all she'd done for him he repaid her by betraying her like this... She'd always known he was a garbage person, but seriously. It was a new low.

She took a deep, shaky breath, squinting her eyes in the too-bright sunlight, her undead heart thumping against her chest, her entire body quivering from adrenaline. She needed to get in control of this situation somehow, needed a plan. Somehow she could fix this, right? Hopefully Klaus's mansion would provide her with some kind of sign...

"You can't go up there, sorry!"

Caroline frowned at the probably-hybrid standing at the bottom of the stairs leading to the second floor of Klaus's New Orleans mansion. It was the last place she had to check after the various hybrids had suspiciously let her snoop through the ground floor. They knew who she was, at least on some level, but they hadn't been all that helpful.

The guard's smile was pleasant, but there was an undercurrent of danger that made Caroline's hackles rise, her gut twisting in a sudden fear that felt foreign to her until she realized why she was suddenly so nervous. The feeling of safety she usually had when interacting with werewolves had evaporated, now. Klaus had been her insurance policy; she'd always known that even if she wouldn't have admitted it. She'd never felt truly unsafe around werewolves, because she knew Klaus would come to give her the cure if it came to that.

And now he was gone.

"Why not?"

"Klaus doesn't let people into his room. Not even the help."

"That doesn't matter anymore," Caroline said quietly, swallowing audibly before she spoke again, slightly impressed that the words didn't catch in her throat, that she managed to choke them out. "He's dead."

The hybrid frowned. "Dead? He's invincible. That's impossible."

"Yeah, well, he found a way," Caroline said, not bothering to conceal her bitterness. That he'd left. Left her.

The hybrid seemed torn for a moment before her lips thinned. "I can't let you up. I'm sorry."

Caroline sighed. "Okay," she said, before reaching out to snap the hybrid's neck and nudging her body out of the way to make her way up the stairs. She found what was clearly his studio and then a bathroom (neither turning up anything helpful) before finally getting the right door. She could tell it was his bedroom from the lingering scent of him, and when she looked around, she couldn't have been less surprised by what it looked like.

She'd been curious (in passing, of course), had wondered about it (casually!) about two or maybe a hundred times over the past almost two decades. All the furniture was dark wood, the closet door slightly ajar with the light still on revealing shelves that appeared to be stocked with stacks of henleys and jeans, a few pairs of boots haphazardly grouped in a clump on the floor, one of his leather jackets tossed carelessly over the back of an armchair that sat by a big bay window.

But nothing useful.

The light felt stifling, suddenly, and she reached to close the blinds, sinking down on the soft, slate grey sheets of his bed. The comforter was still crumpled on the left side, clearly not having been disturbed since Klaus woke that morning. It was weird, being in what was so clearly his space. The bed unmade, little pieces of him strewn around so easily, waiting for him to return. Just like her.

She felt her eyes fill with tears, her nose suddenly feeling a bit tight from congestion, and she pressed her lips tightly together to restrain the sob that welled in her throat. God, she'd been so stupid.

She'd thought that Elijah could make him see that what he was doing was selfish, even as much as he thought it was to protect Hope and the rest of his family. She'd thought that he'd stay for her. That he'd find a way out, the way he had so many times before. He was supposed to be the most powerful being in the world, and he let himself get defeated by some stupid magic trick.

He'd died before he could give her the eternity that he'd promised her. The however long it takes he'd said with such sincerity at that football field so many years ago had been real then, and she knew that, but the crushing reality was that the promise of forever with her hadn't been enough for him to live for, to fight for.

They were immortal, and she thought she had all the time in the world. A part of her had been scared that she'd taken too much, that he wouldn't want her anymore. That had changed in the last few days, the realization that he cared for her as much as he'd promised he would in Mystic Falls.

And then he'd taken it all away. He'd left her.

If she had only known that giving into what she wanted, giving into him, in the forest would be the last kiss she'd ever give him, the last time she'd ever feel his skin against hers, she would have made different choices. He'd offered her his number and told him to call if she wanted to, and god had she wanted to... But she had thought they'd had time. But then with the girls and Ric and her own insecurities, she'd convinced herself that she wasn't ready. She just needed to get settled in a job, just needed to let the girls get a bit older, just needed to get the school a bit more settled... Not yet, not yet, not yet. But soon.

The forest was supposed to be the first kiss. A beginning. The start of an epic love story that lasted forever.

And instead she was sitting on the carpet of his bedroom floor with her spine uncomfortably wedged against the clawed foot of the bedframe with no memory of when she'd sat or how the pillow she was clutching to her chest had ended up in her arms with her faced smushed into it as she cried. But it smelled like him. For now, at least. Even with her stronger senses, that scent would fade, just like the memories she was clutching to with a tight hold that she knew would eventually slip through her fingers, the ghost of a possibility of an epic love that she'd had within her grasp but never quite let herself catch.

It was crushing to realize that what she'd thought was soon had actually been almost. That it was too late.

She sniffled, her eyes squeezed shut, tears soaking into the fabric, her face raw from trying to wipe them away even as she knew it was useless, that they'd just keep coming, and she felt ridiculous for it. She could remember those pretty words from the party his mother had threw before his family splintered, how he'd told her that she was strong and full of light.

If only he could see her now, she thought wryly, crumpled on his bedroom floor and crying her eyes out for a fucking almost. Crying because he'd left her and she was furious at him for doing it, for leaving her to pick up the pieces with nothing more than a sad, dimpled smile and empty promises.

How dare he? How dare he crash into her life with his stupid promises and compliments and reassurances and then just leave her. Wasn't she worth anything to him? He'd done everything he could to show her that she was enough, that she was worth the trouble, and then instead of any kind of follow-through he was just like, 'whoops, Caroline, I know I promised you forever but I guess I'll just give up on you and die instead.'

And she was a blink of an eye to him, anyway, wasn't she? He must have had hundreds of almosts, of potential forevers.

When she thought of what she wanted for her forever, she'd always pictured it being theirs, instead.

Her skin was raw, her vampire powers slowing the recovery of it from her lack of recent meals, too consumed with getting to his house, with finding any kind of clue or idea or possibility that he could still be alive, retrievable, that they still had a chance. Her eyelids felt crusty, her nose stuffed and likely tomato-colored, and she winced when she brushed a thumb against her wet cheek at the scrape of roughness against her skin. She got up on shaky legs and sat down on his bed, flopping down on her back and hugging the pillow close, letting it ground her, still sniffling.

He'd never see that she wasn't a pretty crier.

When she woke, she became immediately aware that her cheek felt like it was one giant hive, the burn and itch of it making her teeth sink into her lower lip before she gasped out in pain, tears pricking at the already raw skin around her eyelids.

She heard a soft murmur of an apology from a voice she'd recognize anywhere, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Klaus withdrawing his hand from where it had been on her cheek, his body strangely transluscent, the front of his henley torn open to show a deep wound in his chest that didn't seem to be healing despite the powers he was supposed to have.

"Klaus?" she asked, hardly daring to believe what her eyes were telling her, that he was here, even if he clearly wasn't whole. She wanted to reach for him, to touch him, to feel his skin against her hand and remind herself of how his body had felt against hers, wanted to kiss him and remind herself of what his lips had felt like that day in the woods, the day of their first kiss.

The day of what she'd been denying had been their last one.

He was looking at her with reverence, and she hissed as he reached to touch her again, the burning itch immediately blooming on her skin. He withdrew his hand immediately with a wince, letting it dangle uselessly by his side as he drank her in, scanning her as though to check for injuries, to reassure himself that she was as whole as she wished he was.

When he spoke, his voice was rough, but the familiar rasp of it ignited every inch of her with hope that she could fix what had gone wrong, what he'd so stupidly done in the name of protecting his family. And her.

That this wasn’t the ending to their story that she’d worried it was.

"Hello, love."

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