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1tsnoya · 4 years ago

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This request is a little nsfw because of nudity. Could I please request headcanons for Nishinoya, Sugawara, Tsukishima, Asahi, and Hinata seeing fem!reader naked for the first time because they both want to take a shower (or bath) together. She get flustered because she is worried about what they think. Nothing sexual happens just boys appreciating their girlfriend’s beauty. I hope this wasn’t too confusing. Thank you!

✧･ﾟ taking a bath with their s/o ✧･ﾟheadcanons

↳ a/n: queued post. i’ll answer asks/dms in the morning. i’m not ignoring u i promise

↦ pairings: nishinoya x reader, sugawara x reader, tsukishima x reader, asahi x reader, hinata x reader

↦ warnings: nudity but besides that — fluff!

🌟taglist: @spriteandnicotine @fatheadthemango @tokobaby @virgosetter @tobiokvgeyama @bokutoscake04

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

nishinoya

→ [6:54PM] noya<3 : are you still waiting up for me? >:p

→ [6:54PM] y/n : of course bub. i’m outside

→ [6:55PM] noya<3 : YAY ILL BE OUT IN 2 MINUTES

→ you had walked the short route to meet your boyfriend after volleyball practice

→ he said that he wanted to watch movies and cuddle after 🥺 so obvi u were down!

→ he was so happy to see you when he walked out of the gym

→ he picked u up and spun u around like the little kid that he was, “sorry i’m sweaty babe. gotta shower when i get home”

→ oh?👀shower??

→ this is when the bath idea popped into your head, his family was out of the house for the next two hours anyway

→ so u got the courage to say something about it, “i’ll run a bath for you if you want”

→ omg his eyes lit up - “really!? you’d do that for me?”

→ “of course dum dum”

→ so when you got back to his place, you went to the bathroom to run him a hot bath

→ and you came back to him thrown on top of the couch, his gym bag next to him

→ “nuh uh,” you smacked his arm playfully, “bath’s ready.”

→ you literally don’t know HOW but he got the energy to jump back up and run to the bathroom... was he not just falling asleep???

→ anyway. you walked back to the bathroom and he was already in the bath

→ his head was thrown back and he already looked relaxed, “thank you, baby”

→ “it’s no problem. i know how tired y- huh?”

→ he was doing those Grabby Hand thingys towards you, “join me silly”

→ uh what

→ well he did offer so👀 not like you were thinking about it or anything haha

→ he didn’t make it weird or anything either. when you hopped it, he kissed you on the cheek and helped shampoo your hair into a mohawk

→ since the gel in his hair was washed out and it was soft from the conditioner, you get running your hands through it mmmm he looked so cute with his hair like that

→ you almost fell asleep like that, it felt comfy having him there with you<3

sugawara

→ okay you have NO CLUE who came up with the idea and why

→ you two were studying and it was getting late so koushi went to take a bath, it was just an instinct for you to follow

→ you just kept talking to him on the way to the bathroom LOL like it hadn’t phased you yet

→ and he kept listening like, “mhm, love” “yeah no i completely get that” “of course, doll”

→ it finally hit you when he started running the water

→ “oh my god. i’m so sorry! i didn’t realize i should-“

→ “get in with me!” and he stuck his tongue out like >:p

→ cmon. said this before and i will say it again: SUGA IS SUCH A FLIRT. YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT HE WOULDN’T-

→ “are you sure? i know you’re tired so it’s okay”

→ what does this lil shit do? :’) he cupped some water in his hands and threw it towards you, “oops. now you have to get in!”

→ bruh :’)

→ he got in first and looked away when you got undressed respectful boy even though he lowkey wanted to

→ and you hopped in on the opposite side of the bath so you two were facing eachother

→ “so.. come here often?”

→ :’)))))

→ you splashed towards him, “wow. very funny, koushi”

→ he joked around some more and put some bubbles in the bath

→ next thing you know, there’s bubbles in your hair and his and you’re laughing

→ “you look like an old lady, kou!”

→ “so do u!” and he kept adding more and more bubbles on top of your head, “you’re the cuter granny though”

→ wha:’)))

→ you started getting sleepy and when he noticed, he got out to dry off and bring you a warm towel

→ so you got dressed and borrowed one of his hoodies to wear and a pair of his boxers

→ he thought you looked adorable but teased you for the rest of the night:p

tsukishima

→ you were walking back to your place after school for a project and your boyfriend was a little on the grumpy side

→ “kei. what’s wrong?”

→ “nothing?”

→ “you literally got mad at the fact your shoelace came undone”

→ busted

→ “sorry. i’m just... tense”

→ “oh.. what’s stressing you out?”

→ “not like that. my body is just... sore i guess”

→ being the loving partner that you were, you blurted out, “let me run you a bath and some tea when i get home!”

→ “it’s fine, (y/n)”

→ “no it’s not! you’re overworking yourself”

→ and that was true. tsuki just didn’t like admitting it

→ “fine...thank you”

→ so you continued your walk with shared earbuds. once you got home, you threw your bag down and ran to the bathroom to start the bath.

→ he lazily followed behind, “you don’t have to (y/n)”

→ “too late! the bath is ready”

→ so you looked away as he got undressed and settled himself in the water

→ just as you were about to walk away, he softly grabbed at your wrist, “not gonna join?”

→ wwwhshhjhhhshhjkljshhghhhhhh

→ ur face = red

→ he noticed how pink your cheeks got, “oh. sorry. i thought...never mind”

→ well since he mentioned it 👀 why not

→ he was expecting you to walk away but instead you were undressing to get in the bath with him

→ he respectively looked away, “you sure?”

→ you planted a kiss on top of his head, “yes, hun”

→ when you got in, you massaged his shoulders holy shit yeah they were tense

→ he was melting into your touch, which was kind of new, he obviously appreciated what you were doing

→ he gave you a little kiss on the forehead, “thank you for doing this”

→ :’))) soft tsuki makes my heart go !!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love him

→ you stayed there for a while, he started playing some music on his phone and your eyes were closed as you were rested between his legs

→ you wished that you could stay like that forever

asahi

→ NERVOUS BOY NERVOUS BOY NERVOUS BOY NERVOUS B

→ asahi would be TOO nervous to ask you to take a bath with him :’) my bby is just too anxious

→ so ✨YOU ✨had to ask him

→ or at least like... hint at it lol

→ you guys were on the couch watching some movie

→ ans he was lowkey falling asleep with you in rested between his legs

→ you looked up at him and poked at him, “love, i’m gonna go take a bath”

→ he yawned as you got up, “oh okay. i’ll wait for you here”

→ “why?”

→ “what do you mean?? you’re going to take a bath?”

→ “yeah? come with me”

→ he liked JOLTED AWAKE HSJHGSHS

→ he got so red and started waving his hands, “n-no it’s fine!! go enjoy your bath!”

→ “come on azuuuu” you were tugging at his arm and next thing you knew you were dragging him to the bathroom as he was assuring you

→ “iTs fiNe (y/n)!! really- i’ll just stay on the couch i dontwannabotheryohitsokAy-“

→ “babe. it’s fine. it’s just a bath”

→ “nObjt idontwannamakeyouuncomfortabBle oranything”

→ “we’ve been dating for like a year. why would i be weirded out?”

→ so you finally got him to agree to join you in the bath after like 7 minutes of reassurance

→ it was so warm and cozy for him so what did he do??

→ he fell asleep with you in his arms

→ he was tired to begin with so it really was just ✨lights out✨

→ even when you got out, he was still sleepy

→ after you dried off, he was still tired so he fell asleep with his head in your lap on the couch as you played with his fluffy hair <3

hinata

→ BABY BOY I LOVE HIM

→ he had texted you in the afternoon about some new show that he wanted to watch

→ [5:01] sho<3 : Y/N !!!! SUNSHINE !!!!

→ [5:01] sho<3 : OUR SHOW !!! STARTS SOON

→ [5:01] sho<3 : COME OVER I WANNA WATCH IT WITH YOU >:DDDD

→ so you texted him that you’d be on your way in 20 minutes

→ and when you got there - baby natsu answered the door

→ natsu: “hiiii! shoyo is in the bath right now”

→ she held your hand to the bathroom door and yelled “SHOYOOO! Y/N IS HEREEE! pause okay HAVE FUN” and then she skipped away

→ that little girl sure could YELL hsbshhd

→ so you lightly knocked at the door - “sho?”

→ “y/n! come in”

→ you walked in to see your boyfriend in the bathroom, scrubbing strawberry shampoo in his hair

→ “children’s strawberry shampoo? really sho?” you laughed as you squatted next to him

→ “duh! how else do you think my hair smells good? want some?”

→ did he?? just smoothly ask you to join him in the bath??? wha

→ before you could answer, he put some on his hand and ruffled it into your hair

→ “now you can smell like strawberries!”

→ :’)))))

→ you got in and he started adding bubbles to the bath like the little kid that he was

→ he even gave himself a beard with the bubbles��i love him he totally would

→ “my phone is over there- you can put the show on if you’d like”

→ 🥺🥺🥺

→ so you set the phone up carefully as you started the show

→ and you rested in between his legs as he massaged more shampoo in your hair

→ the whole room smelt citrus-y and he placed his head on your shoulder, giving you a quick peck on the cheek

→ “you smell good”

→ “hm. i wonder why”

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debbiechanclub · 4 years ago

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Best Two Out of Three, Part 24

Oh, friends. @hotyeehawman man and I would like to profusely apologize for how long it took us to get this part out. (And yes, we both changed our usernames - you’re in the right place!) It feels like it’s been an eternity since I posted any of this here fic. But luckily for you all, I’m pretty sure this is the longest part yet? And that being said, I’ll just let you lovelies get into it.

Best Two Out of Three

Part: 24/26

Pairing: Kenny Omega x OFC x Adam Page x OFC x Matt Jackson (yup that’s what we’re going with now.

Word count: 9.1k

Warnings: Language; angst; brief explicit sexual descriptions

Catch up on previous parts here.

Tag squad: @freshlysqueezedmox @gabbynorth98 @librathepheonix13 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @exe-sadboi-exe @comeasyoudar @champbucks

Callie awoke the next morning with an unmistakable knot in the pit of her stomach. Guilt.

It wasn’t regret. She didn’t regret sleeping with Matt. He had been… wonderful. Attentive. Caring. Passionate. He’d made her feel desired and alive in ways that she hadn’t in months. So long that she’d almost forgotten what it was like to feel like that. She’d missed it, craved it, more than she’d realized. And there was no one else she rather would have helped her find it again than Matt.

Which was precisely why she felt so guilty.

The covers shifted as he stirred next to her. She felt him roll over and snake his arm around her waist. She smiled and relaxed into his touch. She didn’t want to feel guilty about how Matt made her feel. She just wanted to feel it.

“Good morning,” she said. But he wasn’t quite awake.

“Mm,” he grunted in return.

She laughed and turned to face him. His long, thick hair was disheveled from sleep and had nearly fallen out of its bun. She reached out and brushed a stray strand back from his face. “I was thinking about going to get Starbucks. Do you want anything?”

He didn’t open his eyes as he answered. “Yeah, but I’ll get it, babe. Just gimme few more minutes.”

Callie’s pulse quickened. Babe. She chalked it up to him being half-asleep. “It’s okay, I don’t mind,” she insisted. “You want your usual?”

He nodded. She smiled and kissed his cheek, slipped out from underneath his arm, and climbed out of bed. Their clothes were scattered on the floor, remnants of the night before. She grabbed her joggers and pulled them on along with the closest shirt she could find—Matt’s Young Bucks t-shirt—and then she threw her hair in a bun, slipped on her sneakers, grabbed her phone and wallet, and went out the door.

The nearest Starbucks was just a five-minute walk from the hotel, but she was in no rush to get there. It was a beautiful morning, and she needed the air—especially after Matt had let that pet name slip. She did her best to clear her thoughts of it as she arrived at the coffee shop. She queued behind a man in a business suit and pulled out her phone like everyone else. But, not long afterward, someone unexpected joined the line behind her.

“Late night?”

Callie’s stomach lurched. She’d know that voice anywhere. Adam.

“Not really,” she responded without fully turning around. She was suddenly exceptionally aware that she was wearing Matt’s shirt. She didn’t want him to see it.

But then it came her turn to order—and there was no hiding that she was getting two coffees to go. She spoke as softly as she could when she told the barista what she wanted and, as soon as she paid, turned and hurried past Adam to a table by the window, flustered. Of course this would happen. Of course she would run into him the morning after she’d slept with Matt, getting coffee for him, wearing his fucking shirt. She looked warily back at him as she sat down. She just wanted to keep an eye on him… but she found herself starting to stare as he pulled out his wallet. Admiring the way his t-shirt stretched over his biceps. How well his jeans fit him. She started to get lost in her thoughts—but then he turned toward her. She quickly looked away, back down at her phone. But not quick enough. It wasn’t long before he was standing in front of her.

“Where’s lover boy?”

She glared up at him. “He’s not my lover boy.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Cal. Hair up, glasses on, wearing his t-shirt. This has walk-of-shame written all over it.”

Callie’s brow lowered. “Well it’s not a walk of shame if I’m going right back to him, is it?”

She regretted it almost as soon as she said it. Hurt flashed in his eyes. But it was gone in an instant, replaced with nothing but resentment.

“So he made you go get the coffee?” He scoffed. “What a gentleman.”

“I offered to get it,” she snipped. “And what are you so upset about? You’re more than free to move on with Alex now.”

“Oh, am I? Well you might want to let her know that, because she went home with Kenny last night.”

Callie faltered. She didn’t know what to make of the sarcasm in his tone. Was he trying to mask his hurt? Or was he just being an asshole?

“Callie!”

The barista called out her name not a second too soon. She looked Adam in the eye as she stood from her seat. “Well, it’s not my problem that she rejected you,” she spat. “At least now you know how it feels.”

She shouldered past him, grabbed the coffees from the counter, and pushed out the door back into the morning air. She walked much more swiftly back to the hotel than she had to Starbucks. She knocked on the door when she got back to the room, too agitated to bother with trying to fish out her key card while balancing two coffees. Matt answered in just his sweatpants.

“That was quick,” he noted as she breezed past him into the room.

“Yeah. Oh,” she stopped and turned around to hand him his coffee. “Here.”

“Thanks…” he trailed off as he took it from her, his brow furrowed. Callie wasn’t surprised when he asked, “Are you okay? You seem flustered.”

“Yeah.” She breathed out and took a sip of her coffee as he shut the door. “I just ran into Adam at Starbucks. It was… awkward.”

Matt’s eyebrows arched. “Oh.” His eyes flicked down to her shirt. His shirt. “I guess he assumed…?”

“Yeah.”

He frowned. Callie fidgeted. Now it was awkward between them. But she didn’t anticipate what he said next.

“Do you regret it?”

Her eyes widened. “What? No,” she answered with a shake of her head. She walked over and gave him a reassuring kiss. “Not at all. I just would’ve preferred not to run into my ex the morning after.”

She inwardly winced at that word. Ex. It still hurt to think of Adam that way. She still loved him; that wouldn’t go away overnight.

But the feel of Matt’s arms around her helped.

“Well, forget about him,” he said. “Let’s go out today. Get away from everyone.”

A smile pulled at the corners of Callie’s lips. That sounded like a perfect idea. “Okay. I’m gonna jump in the shower.” She shot him a smirk as she pulled away. “Want to join me?”

He groaned. “All my stuff is back in my room.”

“So?” She peeled his shirt over her head and tossed it aside. His eyes drank in the sight of her.

“Twist my arm, why don’t you,” he said, and he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom.

* * * * * * * * * *

Adam didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t know where to go from here. He didn’t want to go back, but he couldn’t see a way forward, either. And the kicker was that he’d done it to himself.

He’d considered turning around and walking right back out when he’d seen Callie standing in line at Starbucks. And after their interaction, he wished he had turned around and left. He didn’t want to know that she’d been with Matt last night. He didn’t want to think about him touching her body the way that he used to touch it, making her feel the things that he used to make her feel. He didn’t want to know that their relationship was barely two weeks in the ground and she’d already jumped into bed with another guy. And not just any guy—Matt-fucking-Jackson. Literally anyone else would have been better than Matt; Nick would have been better than Matt. But, ironically, he wasn’t surprised that it was Matt. Adam knew Matt had always had a thing for Callie; he’d known it from the day Matt had introduced her to him. But he’d never thought anything of it, never worried about it, not even when Matt would flirt with her right in front of him. He was his friend; he wouldn’t seriously try to move in on his girl like that.

He’d been wrong on both counts.

But, as hurt and upset as he was, Adam knew he didn’t have any room to judge Callie. Not really. Not after where his mind had gone last night.

He’d needed a physical release last night. He’d needed to unburden himself of the drunken, thoughtless way he’d kissed Callie; of the stress and tension and anxiety he’d been carrying for weeks. And so, alone in his hotel room, he’d taken care of it—and he’d thought about Alex. He’d thought about how her lips would feel wrapped around his dick, how she’d look underneath him as she took him, how she’d sound moaning his name. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten himself off thinking about her, but he hadn’t done it in years, since long before he’d met Callie. And after he’d finished, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from texting her.

Hey, are you at the hotel?

Her response had gutted him.

No… I’m actually on my way to Kenny’s.

He hadn’t said anything else after that, and neither had she. He wasn’t sure what would have happened if she had been at the hotel. He wasn’t sure what he’d been hoping for when he’d texted her. But he didn’t want to think about it. Just like he didn’t want to think about the fact that Callie was with Matt right now.

He walked back into the hotel and crossed through the lobby, but he slowed before he could reach the elevators. Chuck nodded in greeting as he, Trent, and Orange walked toward him.

“Hey, Hangman. What’s up?”

He shrugged. “Oh you know, just went to Starbucks and ran into Callie getting morning-after coffee for Matt. So... yeah. What’s up with y’all?”

He took a sip of his coffee as they all stared back at him, unblinking. Maybe he shouldn’t have volunteered so much information, but he couldn’t help it—he was emotional. But before he could excuse himself and disappear, Trent said, “Well that fucking sucks. We’re going to get breakfast. Wanna come with?”

The offer surprised Adam. Why the hell would they want him to come with them? He’d just drag down the mood. Besides, he didn’t want to go with them. He wanted to go back upstairs to his room and wallow in self-pity.

But then he thought of Alex again. She’d tell him to snap the fuck out of it.

“Fuck it,” he decided. “Sure.”

“Cool,” Trent returned.

They all started toward the exit. Chuck fell in step beside him. “If you’re wondering where Alex is, she went to Kenny’s last night.”

Adam frowned down at his coffee cup. “Yeah. I know,” he said. That was another thing he didn’t want to think about.

* * * * * * * * * *

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!”

“Alex, don’t just mash buttons. You need to do combos.”

“But this—is—working!”

Alex stuck out her tongue in concentration as she furiously mashed the buttons on the game controller. She and Kenny had been playing this stupid Street Fighter game for forty minutes now, and she absolutely refused to quit until she won at least one—

“K.O.!”

She dropped the controller to her lap, defeated. Again. Kenny curled his lips into his mouth. He was trying desperately not to laugh.

“It’s not funny!” Alex scowled. She was far too competitive for her own good.

He gave her an apologetic grin. “I’m sorry, baby. That round was better.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not,” he assured. And then, “I think it was the first time you lasted past three minutes.”

“Kenny!” She gasped and grabbed a throw pillow from the couch. “I could say the same about you last night!”

She swung and whacked him with the pillow. “Whoa!” She reared back again, and he held up his arm to block the blow. “Uncalled for and untrue!”

She smirked. “Come on, you walked right into that.”

She swung again; but he caught the other end of the pillow and used it to pull her closer. “Oh yeah? Well I certainly didn’t hear you complain last night.”

Alex bit back a bashful grin. No, she definitely hadn’t complained last night. Last night had been… indescribable. Normally with Kenny it was a frantic rush to rip off clothes as they blindly stumbled and pushed each other to the nearest available surface. Rough and quick. Fucking. But last night had been different. He’d undressed her deliberately, like he wanted to memorize every curve of her body, every mark on her skin. He’d carried her to his bed and laid her down gently. He’d paid more attention to her needs than his, pleasuring her completely, slow and deep as she’d clutched at the sheets, his back, his hair, riding wave after wave until she couldn’t handle it anymore. He’d made love to her. She’d felt what she meant to him, undoubtedly. She’d felt it that morning when she’d woken up next to him and he’d told her to stay in bed while he made them breakfast. She felt it now. And, more than anything, she hoped that he felt what he meant to her, too. She didn’t want him to doubt that anymore.

“C’mere,” he gently said. He moved the pillow from in between them, and Alex snuggled against him as he wrapped his arm around her. “I’m sorry for teasing you,” he said with a kiss on her head. “I know video games aren’t your thing.”

She let out a sarcastic laugh. “And that’s not a deal-breaker?”

“What?” he shot, incredulous. “That’s ridiculous. Why would it be a deal-breaker?”

Alex’s face burned with embarrassment. She shouldn’t have said that; she didn’t know how to explain it without incriminating Adam. And she had to explain it now. “I don’t know,” she muttered. “It was one of the arguments people made back in June about why we shouldn’t be together, because I don’t play video games. It’s dumb; I shouldn’t have listened to it.”

There was a thick, contemplative pause. And then Kenny said, “And by ‘people’ I assume you mean ‘Adam.’”

Alex didn’t say anything in response. Her silence spoke volumes.

Kenny squeezed her closer. “Do you remember what you said to me at the hotel the night we first got back together? After your match against Callie and your fight with Trent?”

She looked up at him, her face a question mark. He went on.

“You said, ‘Fuck what anyone thinks. We worked things out and that’s all that matters.’ Well… now I’m saying the same thing to you.”

Alex glanced away, chewing anxiously on her lip. She did remember saying that now. She wished she would have taken her own advice.

“I couldn’t care less that video games aren’t your thing,” he assured her. “But you know they’re my thing, and you care enough about that to try. That means a lot to me. And besides… I actually think it’s adorable how frustrated you get.”

Warmth spread throughout Alex’s core. It meant a lot to him. He meant a lot to her. She needed him to know, once and for all. “Well, I care about the things you care about. Because I love you.”

She looked back up at him. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He looked so happy. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Kenny tilted her lips toward his and kissed her, soft and sweet. “I love you too, baby,” he said, and Alex’s heart was so full that it felt like it would burst out of her chest. They’d taken the long way around to get here, but they’d made it… and she finally felt like she could rest.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie couldn’t get rid of that knot in her stomach. It had only grown larger and more solid after she’d run into Adam at Starbucks. And, after a while, the focus of her guilt had started to shift.

Matt had been an absolute sweetheart all afternoon. He’d taken her to the beach because he knew how much she loved it. They’d walked along the boardwalk and out onto the pier, and he’d held her close and smiled big as she’d taken their picture in the midst of the ocean. He’d even waited patiently as she’d gone through the shops picking out clothes and trying them on (she’d rewarded him by modeling a few bikinis). And now, as they sat in a cute little café getting something to eat, she couldn’t help but watch him with a smile on her lips as he looked over the menu, admiring his long lashes and hair, his beard and jawline. He made her heart flutter.

So then why couldn’t she stop thinking about Adam?

The waiter brought them their drinks. They put in their order, and as they handed him the menus, Matt told him it would all be on one check. Callie blushed as the waiter nodded and walked away.

“You don’t have to pay for me,” she said.

“I know, but I want to,” he returned. “Besides, I owe you for getting the coffee this morning.”

“This’ll be more than the coffee.”

“Are you sure about that? We got Starbucks.”

She laughed. “Fair point. Well, thank you.” She crossed her right knee over her left, and her foot bumped his leg underneath the table. “Sorry,” she muttered and shifted in her seat. He gave her a quizzical smile.

“Okay, what’s up?”

She took a sip of her iced tea. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’ve been tense all day. What’s on your mind?”

Callie grabbed her straw wrapper from the tabletop and nervously wound it around her finger. That was a loaded question—and she wasn’t sure she was ready to unload. “I know I’ve been tense,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t apologize; just talk to me. I want you to feel like you can talk to me about anything.”

“I do feel that way,” she returned. “It’s just…”

She trailed off. Matt finished her thought for her. “Adam?”

She wound the straw wrapper so tightly around her index finger that the tip turned red. “Is it that obvious?” she muttered.

He pulled his mouth to one side. “Well, you’ve seemed a little off ever since you ran into him this morning so… yeah.”

She frowned. “I’m sor—”

“Callie,” he gently cut her off. “Stop. Just talk to me. You’re not gonna hurt my feelings.”

Callie glanced down at her hands. On the contrary, her fear of hurting him was the exact reason she didn’t want to tell him what was on her mind. But Matt had been nothing but open and honest with her. She needed to do the same.

“I like this. A lot,” she said. “I like being with you, more than I expected to so soon. And I don’t regret anything. But… I’m not completely over Adam yet.”

She held her breath, bracing herself for his reaction, anticipating the worst—

“I don’t expect you to be.”

She breathed out. “What?”

Matt’s eyes were soft and understanding as he looked at her across the table. “I don’t expect you to be completely over Adam yet. It’s only been what, a week-and-a-half since you ended things with him? And in one of the most dramatic fashions possible,” he said with a smirk. “It’ll take time to get over that. Longer than a week-and-a-half.”

Callie’s brow furrowed. She was relieved, unbelievably so. But she was also confused. “But that doesn’t bother you? After we… you know.”

He smirked. “Not really. I mean, not to sound cocky, but I’m pretty sure you weren’t thinking about him last night or this morning.”

Her cheeks colored and she rolled her eyes. “You absolutely meant to sound cocky.”

Matt’s grin widened. He knew he had, too. “But no, it doesn’t bother me,” he assured. “I like you, Callie. A part of me always has, even when you were with Hangman. But I know this has all happened pretty fast, and I don’t want to push you. So as long as you’re honest with me about what you’re feeling and what you want, we’ll be good.”

Callie’s heart fluttered again. She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve someone as sweet and understanding as Matt. But she did know she didn’t want to lose him. “Okay. I can do that,” she said; and as he smiled at her, she did her best to bury the thought of Adam’s kiss in the back of consciousness.

* * * * * * * * * *

Saturday... All Out

Alex was a bundle of nervous energy as Kenny pulled up to Daily’s Place Saturday afternoon. Today was the day: All Out. Her anxiety over it hadn’t let her get a wink of sleep last night, so much so that she worried she’d affected Kenny’s sleep with all her tossing and turning. But as they got out of his car and grabbed their suitcases from the trunk, he looked like his only concern was her.

“Are you alright?” He caught her hand in his. “You’ve been quiet all day.”

She tried to nod. “Yeah. I’m just…” she trailed off and changed her mind. “No. I’m nervous about your match. And about seeing the boys.”

“Don’t be nervous about the match,” he said with a gentle squeeze of her hand. “That’s for me to worry about. And why are you nervous about seeing your friends?”

Alex frowned. She couldn’t help but notice how he’d said the match was for him to worry about—not him and Adam. But she tried not to dwell on it. “Because I’m nervous I’ll walk in there and it’ll just be a repeat of three months ago. I’m sick of everyone trying to tell me what’s best for me.”

She glanced back at the arena, worry darkening her eyes. None of the boys had seemed thrilled when she’d told them she was leaving with Kenny on Wednesday, but they hadn’t put up any arguments, either. She hoped they hadn’t saved it for today.

Kenny let go of her hand and brought his up to cup either side of her face. She looked up into his eyes, gripping his wrists as he held her. “Remember what I told you?”

Her brow puckered. “Fuck what anyone thinks?”

“Fuck what anyone thinks,” he repeated.

She pressed her fingers into his skin. “I care what they think, Kenny. They’re my best friends.”

“I know.” He let out a breath and touched his lips to her forehead. “And because they’re your best friends, they should support you when you’re happy. Right?”

She frowned again. “You would think so.”

“Then don’t be nervous,” he said with another kiss on her forehead. He pulled back and looked down at her. “I’m sure it won’t be a repeat of three months ago. And if it is… it’s their problem, not yours.”

Alex lifted her heels off the ground and kissed him. “You’re right,” she breathed. “But speaking of your friends… don’t take it personally if I go out of my way to avoid Matt.”

“I’ll talk to Matt,” he returned. “Don’t worry about him, either. He’ll come around.”

She gave him a small, grateful grin. But she wouldn’t hold her breath on Matt coming around.

He shut the trunk and locked the car, and then he took her hand again, interlacing their fingers as they walked into the arena. And Alex realized, with some surprise, that she didn’t care if anyone saw them. She was with Kenny; he was with her. She didn’t want to hide that.

But they had to part ways once they got to the locker rooms. They shared a lingering kiss as Alex told him she’d see him later—she knew he’d be busy until after the show was over—and then she continued down the hall toward the Best Friends locker room. She drew in a deep breath through her nose, let it out through her mouth. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, Alex,” she said to herself. “They’re your best friends.” She steeled herself when she arrived at the door, pushed her way inside. Chuck, Trent, and Orange were all already there—and so was Adam.

She stopped just inside the entrance, her eyes wide and surprised. “Oh! Hey. I wasn’t expecting to see you in here.”

Adam looked even more caught off-guard to see her than she did him. “Yeah… Chuck said I could share with y’all. It’s a full house tonight and I don’t really have anywhere else to go because of… you know.”

She nodded. “Yeah. Of course.” She pulled her suitcase toward a cubby, doing her best to seem unbothered. But seeing Adam had thrown her off more than she’d expected it would. The text he’d sent her Wednesday night flashed in her mind. Hey, are you at the hotel? She’d thought about it more than she cared to admit over the last two-and-a-half days. Prior to two weeks ago, she wouldn’t have thought much of it at all. But now that she knew how he felt, she couldn’t help but wonder what his intentions had been.

“Hangy’s been hangin’ with us the last few days,” Chuck stated as she sat down. “Cowpals is a thing now.”

“It’s not a thing,” Adam returned. Chuck glared at him.

“Just let it happen, Adam!”

He grinned. So did Alex. “I agree with Chuck,” she said. She exchanged a glance with Adam as she unzipped her suitcase—a feeling. They’d always have each other’s back, no matter the circumstances.

“So do I,” Trent piped up. He looked at Alex. “All we were missing was you.”

He didn’t say it negatively. In fact, it was quite the opposite. We missed you. That was what she felt from it. Warmth.

“Well, I’m here now,” she smiled, and her anxiety loosened its grip when he smiled back. They were her best friends. Nothing would change that.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie had never spent much time in the EVP room. But now here she was, sitting on the couch next to Matt, watching as the All Out Buy In pre-show got underway. It was nice. She could get used to it.

“So are you gonna come out with us for our match orrrr…?”

She shot Matt a look. “I’m not even gonna justify that with a response.”

A corner of his mouth quirked up. “Why not?”

Her eyebrows arched. “Seriously? I’m not accompanying you for your match, Matt. That’s just asking for trouble.”

“Trouble from who? Everyone’s about to find out that we’re wrestling together against Trent and Alex next week. What’s the difference?”

Callie looked down to pick at a loose string on her jeans. He wasn’t wrong—Tony had made the mixed tag match official earlier that afternoon, and Callie wouldn’t be surprised if the commentators mentioned it during the show tonight. But there was a difference between wrestling a match with Matt next week and accompanying the Young Bucks for their match against Jurassic Express. There was a big difference.

“There’s a difference, and you know there is,” she softly insisted. “I’m not going out there with you.”

She kept her gaze turned anxiously away from him. Ever since their talk at that little café two days ago, a nagging voice in the back of her head had kept worrying that, even though Matt had said he didn’t want to push her, he would only wait so long for her to get over Adam. Now, she worried he’d take her resistance the wrong way. But she had her reasons—completely valid reasons. She didn’t want people to assume things about their relationship; she didn’t want to invite their criticism and judgment. But, more than that, she didn’t want to rub her budding relationship with Matt in Adam’s face—and especially not tonight. He had a tag title match he needed to focus on tonight.

“Callie,” Matt said. The soft urgency in his voice beckoned her to look at him. “It’s fine. I was only joking.”

She gave him a tight smile. She believed him… but part of her still worried.

He leaned over and gave her a kiss. “Speaking of the match… I should go get ready. You can hang out here if you want.”

Her brow furrowed at him as he got up from the couch. “By myself? I’m not an EVP.”

“No… but you’re sleeping with one.”

He smirked. She scowled. He let out a laugh and bent over to give her another kiss. “I’ll let you know when it’s safe to come back to the locker room. I’m sure Nick’s changing now, too.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

He gave her a wink and went out the door. And as it clicked shut behind him, that little voice in the back of her head nagged at her again.

* * * * * * * * * *

There was an undeniable electricity in the air—a big fight feel. Because it was a big fight: Kenny Omega and Hangman Adam Page vs. FTR for the AEW World Tag Team Championship. And Alex was almost certain she was more nervous than the people who were actually fighting.

Her hands were clammy as she walked through the halls to the Best Friends locker room. She wanted to walk with Adam to meet Kenny, so she could wish them both good luck before they headed to Gorilla. She wanted to stay out of their way as much as possible. She prayed they were on the same page tonight.

She entered the locker room just as Adam stood from his seat. He glanced at her as he grabbed his championship. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Just thought I’d go with you to meet Kenny,” she answered. She curiously looked him over. He was wearing black and white tights designed to look like chaps instead of his usual trunks. “New gear?”

He glanced down at himself and shrugged. “Yeah. Big pay-per-view match, I figured why not.”

She nodded. “I like it.”

A smile pulled at his lips. But it disappeared fast. “Well, I was just about to head to his locker room.”

She nodded again, and they went back out the door. She saw him look at her out of the corner of her eye as they walked. “Are you watching with the guys?” he asked.

“Yeah. They’re in one of the lounges with Jurassic Express and a few others.” She drew in a breath. “I might see if I can get a drink before I head back there.”

He gave a wry laugh. “That nervous?”

She looked up at him. “Aren’t you?”

His eyes turned contemplative. “I’m nervous, yeah. But not necessarily about losing the titles.”

Alex frowned. She wasn’t as nervous about them losing the titles as she was about other things, either.

They arrived at The Elite’s locker room. Adam raised a fist and knocked. Half a minute passed before Kenny answered, dressed in his usual gear, his AEW Tag Team Championship already around his waist. He smiled when he saw Alex.

“Hey. You coming up there with us?”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to get in your way. I just wanted to wish you good luck before you went up there.”

He flashed a cocky grin. “I don’t need it.”

Alex rolled her eyes. I—not we. Again. She tried to ignore it just like she had earlier. “Well, kick their asses, then.” She reached up and kissed him, tender but quick. She didn’t want to do too much in front of Adam. Kenny smirked again as she pulled away.

“You know I will.”

She gave him a nervous smile, and then she turned to Adam. She stood on her toes and gave him a hug. He momentarily stiffened before he returned it. “Good luck,” she said.

“Thanks.”

She unwound her arms from around him and stepped back. “I’ll see you after,” she said to Kenny, and with a parting glance she retreated back down the hall, her stomach in knots. She half-wanted to find somewhere to watch the match alone, in the interest of self-preservation. Then again, maybe she wouldn’t take it so hard if she watched with her friends. Either way, she kept walking toward the lounge; and when she arrived and saw Trent opening up a bottle of red wine, she made a beeline for him.

“Wine?” she charged. Alcohol was alcohol, but still.

He gave her a look. “We’re classy, Alex. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that.”

“A few hundred more,” she quipped. It earned a grin. He grabbed a glass and gave her a healthy pour. She took a long sip as she moved to one of the couches and sat down next to Chuck. He gave her a sympathetic smile.

“How you feeling?”

She laughed into her glass. “Like I’m gonna need a whole bottle to myself.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Alex had been joking—but the more she watched, the more she thought she probably would need a whole bottle to herself to get through this match.

Every minute brought with it a fresh wave of anxiety. Her entire body had tensed when the match had nearly started with Kenny and Cash, only for her heart to drop into her stomach when Adam had called to start it off instead, asking Kenny, “Do you trust me?” She didn’t know what Kenny had said in return—his back had been to the camera. When the match finally got underway, Adam had locked up with Cash like he wanted to murder him. He’d gone after him so aggressively that Dax had jumped in to intervene, and then Kenny had, too, obviously worried that Adam’s emotions were running away with him. He was proven right when Adam nearly swung on him. They’d worked through it… but Dax and Cash were firing on all cylinders. They’d managed to isolate Adam first and then Kenny, punishing them each in turn. And even when Adam and Kenny were able to pick up the pace and work together, it had been painfully obvious over the last fifteen minutes that, despite being the champions, they weren’t the tag team specialists in the match. FTR were.

Kenny and Cash were the legal men now. Adam was somewhere outside the ring, out of commission after Cash had shoved him off the ring apron and sent him flying into the guard railing. Kenny had hit a Tiger Driver ’98 and gone for the cover, but Cash had kicked out at two and dragged himself to the ropes. But Kenny didn’t give him much of a chance to recoup. He charged at the opposite ropes, rebounded, and nailed Cash with a V-Trigger to the side of the head. Then he picked him up on his shoulders. He was setting up the One-Winged Angel. Alex held her breath and grabbed Chuck’s knee—but Cash quickly got out of his hold.

“You want a refill?” Chuck asked.

She just nodded and handed him her glass, keeping her eyes glued on the TV. Cash shoved Kenny into the corner and charged, but Kenny dodged and reversed, pushing Cash into the corner. Dax made a hot tag. Kenny charged again, going for another V-Trigger—but Cash moved out of the way at the last second. Kenny’s knee rammed hard into the turnbuckle.

“Fuck,” Alex cursed under breath.

Chuck returned with her wine. She thanked him and immediately took a drink; and then nearly choked on it when she saw Cash swing Kenny’s leg through the ropes and Dax grab his ankle for a vicious dragon screw leg whip.

“You alright?” Chuck asked.

Alex nodded even though she wasn’t. Cash spun Kenny around and hit another dragon screw. And then Dax slid into the ring and latched on an inverted figure four leg lock.

“Shit,” Trent said from the other side of Chuck. Chuck elbowed him. Alex’s stomach dropped. That was the exact move Dax had used on Chuck to beat Best Friends in the tag team gauntlet match.

Dax grabbed the ropes for leverage, but the referee didn’t see it. Kenny did his best to stay up on his shoulder in order to keep the pressure off his knee. But he still looked like he was agony.

“And remember, this is how they made Chuck Taylor tap out in order to punch their ticket into this match,” Excalibur commented.

“Thanks for the reminder, Excalibur!” Chuck shouted at the TV, causing a few people in the room to laugh. Alex wasn’t one of them. She didn’t breathe again until Kenny managed to reach the ropes, forcing Dax to break the hold.

Kenny laid on the mat, nursing his knee—but Dax got right back on him. He grabbed his leg and dropped a few elbows on his knee before he put all his bodyweight on his thigh and bent Kenny’s leg at an unnatural angle around his torso. Kenny grabbed at his head, his arm, anything to try to get out of the hold; but Dax just got up, dragged him to the ropes, draped his ankle across it, and smashed himself down hard onto his leg. Alex worried at her lip. Adam was back up on the ring apron now, but Kenny was nowhere near him.

Dax tagged in Cash. Cash jumped to the floor and held Kenny’s ankle across the rope so that Dax could throw all his bodyweight down onto his leg one more time before they switched. He slid into the ring and stomped Kenny’s head, making Alex scowl; but then Kenny sat up and rolled under the ropes to the floor. He limped over to the guard railing and latched onto it, doing his best to keep himself upright.

Alex felt her chest start to tighten. She felt so helpless. All she could do was take another drink.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie was starting to regret watching the tag title match with Matt and Nick. They were all cheering for the same team—but it was obvious that Matt and Nick expected Kenny to do all the work. It irked her. So when Adam had finally tagged in and started clearing house, she couldn’t help but feel a little vindicated.

She nervously watched as he ascended a turnbuckle, knowing immediately that he was going for a moonsault. She both loved and hated that move; she loved seeing it, but it always scared her when he did it. But then, he didn’t do a moonsault. Tully urged Cash and Dax to come to the other side of the turnbuckle—and so Adam pivoted and did a senton instead.

“Tremendous improvisation there by Hangman Adam Page,” Excalibur stated. Callie smiled to herself. But Matt pursed his lips.

“More like unnecessary risk,” he commented.

It was a struggle for Callie not to roll her eyes. Matt and Nick were arguably the biggest daredevils in the entire company. Either of them would have done the same exact thing.

Back in the ring, Adam went for the cover on Cash—but he kicked out at two. After they both got to their feet, they traded blows in the middle of the ring before Cash attempted another swinging DDT; Dax made another blind tag as he did. But Adam blocked the move and hit Dax with a back elbow, knocking him to the floor. He and Cash jockeyed for position until Adam gained control and drove him toward the ropes; but Dax hopped back up onto the apron and hit Adam with a forearm. He dove into the ring and covered him. Adam kicked out at two.

“They’re deadly with those blind tags, man,” Nick said.

Both Matt and Callie kept quiet as they watched Cash and Dax ascend the turnbuckles. They jumped simultaneously and hit Adam with tandem diving headbutts. Cash was the legal man again and he hooked Adam’s leg. That time, Kenny dove in and broke up the pin attempt. Callie half-expected a smart-ass comment from Matt. Thankfully, he didn’t make one.

Kenny and Dax were battling on the ring apron now. Each of them tried to suplex the other, but each attempt was blocked, until Dax ended up back inside the ring, his head still locked underneath Kenny’s arm and vice versa. But then, suddenly, Cash charged and launched himself over the ropes and flipped to the floor. He grabbed Kenny and picked him up on his shoulders, and Dax jumped off the ring apron and hit him with a diving bulldog to the floor.

Matt and Nick expelled twin breaths of exasperation. Callie’s mouth went dry. She wiped her hands on her jeans and got up from the couch to cross the room and grab a water bottle from the mini fridge. She opened it and took a long gulp. By the time she looked back at the TV, Cash was back in the ring with Adam. Adam tried to hit him with a short-arm lariat, but Cash reversed it and landed a forearm to the back of the head. Then he lifted Adam up on his shoulders. He walked over to FTR’s corner and tagged in Dax. Dax climbed the turnbuckle and hit Adam with a diving bulldog to match Kenny’s. He went for yet another cover, but Adam powered out.

“Hangman needs to tag in Kenny,” Matt said.

Callie shot him a look. “Kenny’s not even in their corner!” she argued, motioning to where he’d collapsed against the ring apron. Matt ignored her.

Dax pulled Adam up by the hair and reached out to tag in Cash. Cash climbed the turnbuckle again—but Kenny jumped up onto the apron and pushed him off balance. Meanwhile in the ring, Adam reversed Dax’s hold and dumped him over the ropes onto the floor. Cash tried to get back into position atop the turnbuckle; but before he could, Adam jumped up onto the second rope, picked him up, and hit a lungbuster suplex into the middle of the ring. Callie held her breath as he went for the pin—but Cash somehow managed to kick out.

“Fuck,” she breathed. She walked over to the couch and sat back down next to Matt, further away than she’d been before.

Kenny yelled something at Adam from outside the ring. Adam beckoned him. “Last Call!” he shouted. Callie tensed. She didn’t have a good feeling about this.

Kenny got into the ring while Adam went out onto the ring apron. Cash struggled to get up from his knees in the middle of the canvas. Kenny picked him up by his hair and held him by the arms. Adam flipped over the ropes and careened toward them, on-target for a hard Buckshot Lariat—but Cash ducked. Callie’s hand flew to her mouth; he’d nearly hit Kenny instead. And then, disaster. Adam grabbed Cash. Kenny charged, aiming to land a V-Trigger. But Cash pulled free at the last second, and Kenny’s knee collided with Adam’s jaw with an audible smack!

“Fuck!” Matt cursed.

Kenny tried to catch Adam, but Cash hit him with a chop block to the back of his injured knee and they both fell to the Matt. Kenny reached out and grabbed ahold of the fringe on Adam’s tights, pulling and jerking, trying to revive him. When that didn’t work, he smacked his leg. But Adam was completely out of it.

Cash pulled Adam away from Kenny and then hit Kenny with a basement dropkick, sending him rolling into the corner. He jumped up and tagged in Dax. Dax climbed the turnbuckle while Cash picked up Adam, upside down. Dax jumped, and they hit Adam with a perfect Mind Breaker. Dax went for the pin, grinning wickedly at Kenny as he tried to crawl toward him. He anticipated a three-count.

But Adam got his shoulder up at two.

“Holy shit,” Nick leaned eagerly forward on his knees. Matt remained quiet.

But Cash and Dax didn’t waste any time. Cash battled Kenny and shoved him under the ropes to the floor while Dax dragged Adam back onto his feet. Cash tagged in and ascended the turnbuckle. Dax picked up Adam. Cash jumped, delivering another Mind Breaker. He pinned Adam. Dax intercepted Kenny as he tried to dive through the ropes, but he didn’t need to. That time, Adam didn’t kick out.

Disbelief and dread consumed Callie as FTR’s music started to play. The crowd was mostly silent as Justin Roberts’s voice echoed throughout the arena. “The winners of this match, and new AEW World Tag Team Champions: F—T—R!”

Matt pushed himself up. “Come on, let’s go,” he said to Nick.

Callie looked up at him in confusion. “What’re you gonna do?”

He shot her a look over his shoulder. “Try to talk Kenny down,” he returned, and then they both exited, leaving her alone in the locker room.

She stared at the door, stunned, unsure what to do. She looked back at the TV. FTR hoisted the titles high above their heads while Tully brought them two cans of beer. She expected them to crack them open and drink in celebration—but they didn’t. Instead, they set the beers next to Adam, who still laid clutching his head on the mat, as if to toast him. Thanks, bud, we couldn’t have done it without you.

She kept watching as they continued to celebrate, waiting for Matt and Nick to burst out from the tunnels. But they never did. Soon, FTR left, and the former champions were left alone. Adam leaned against the ropes, still not quite all there—and Kenny stood in the middle of the ring, a small folding table in his hands.

Callie’s breath hitched in her throat. Kenny held the table up, gripping it hard, an angry, contemplative look in his eyes. Seconds passed like minutes. And then, he tossed the table aside. Relief flooded her; but it was premature. Adam stumbled toward Kenny, and instead of catching him, Kenny moved out of the way and let him collapse face-first to the mat like a felled tree.

She would have preferred that he hit him with the table.

“Where the fuck are Matt and Nick?” she said out loud. Kenny gazed down at Adam’s prone form, a look of quiet disgust on his face. He exited the ring and stalked up the entrance ramp. He paused on the stage to give Adam one last hard look, and then he turned and walked through the tunnel.

The camera stayed on him as he moved swiftly through Gorilla and toward backstage. Matt and Nick stood waiting for him in the interview area. Kenny started yelling.

“Did you see that? Did you see that there? After everything I did!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Matt tried to say; but Kenny pushed through them and kept walking.

“I’m done. We’re done. Let’s go.”

Callie’s eyes widened as she continued to watch. Matt turned and followed after Kenny without hesitation. Nick was more hesitant, but he followed, too.

Kenny and Matt continued to talk, but Callie couldn’t understand what they were saying as the commentators tried to figure out what was happening. They moved into the parking lot and Kenny pointed toward a waiting SUV. “I’m done. Are you guys coming with me?”

“Oh fuck no,” Callie muttered.

Matt continued to try to talk him down, but he didn’t try to stop him from walking. “Let’s sit down and talk about what’s going on right now. I know it’s…” he trailed off, unsure what to say.

“It’s time for a clean split… a clean break,” Kenny said. “Let’s go back to the way things were.”

They reached the SUV. He finally stopped and looked back at Matt and Nick. “Are you coming with me or not? It’s up to you—you can’t go back on this.”

Neither of them answered. Kenny didn’t have the patience for it.

“Okay, think about it—think about it. I’ll see you guys.” He looked at the driver. “Get in the car! We’re going,” he ordered. And then he got in the backseat of the SUV, slammed the door, and drove off, leaving Matt and Nick—and everyone else—stunned and confused.

* * * * * * * * * *

Alex walked on shaky legs through the hotel lobby, pulling her suitcase behind her. She reached the elevators and punched the up button, angry. She felt like a tea kettle ready to burst; and, honestly, she was afraid of what she might do when she saw Kenny.

She’d left the arena as quickly as she could after the end of the tag match. Gone back to the locker room, packed up her shit, and called an Uber, apologizing to Orange on the way out for not staying for his match against Chris Jericho. There was no way she could stay there a second longer after what Kenny had done.

The elevator carried her to their floor. He’d booked the same room he always did. She stepped off the elevator and walked swiftly down the hall. When she reached the room, she banged hard on the door. Kenny answered a few seconds later, apparently fresh out of the shower, wearing just a pair of gym shorts.

“Hey, baby,” he said—but Alex pushed past him into the room. He shut the door and followed her inside. “Look, I’m sorry for—"

Crack!

Alex whirled around and slapped him hard across the face, cutting him off mid-sentence. She’d hit him hard enough that it turned his head, hard enough that her hand immediately stung. Kenny touched his fingers to his face. He gave a short, wry laugh.

“I guess I deserve that.”

“You’re fucking right you do,” she bit. “You lied to me, Kenny. You told me you would fix things with Adam and you just left him out there. You left the whole fucking arena.”

He rolled his eyes. Alex’s hand itched to slap him again. “Well what would you have liked me to do, Alex?” he asked. “Hm? Should I have caught him and told him that everything would be alright? Should I have said, ‘Don’t worry, we’ll get the titles back, bud!’ Is that what I should’ve done?”

“You shouldn’t have just left him and run out of the arena!”

“Well I did, because I’m done with him!”

Alex went momentarily dizzy. “What?” she breathed. “How can you say—”

“Because I’m done with being a tag team wrestler, Alex!” he proclaimed. “I’m done with being a drunken cowboy’s sidekick! I don’t want that! That’s not who I am! That’s not what I came to AEW to do! I don’t need to tell you that! You know that.”

He raked a hand through his hair, frustrated. Alex could feel it radiating off of him like heat. It shocked her, but she knew she needed to just listen.

“It was fun with Hangman while it lasted,” he went on. “I’m glad we got to be tag team champions together; I am. But I’m past that now. It’s time for me to be Kenny Omega now. It’s time for me to be the guy that everyone’s wanted and expected from day one of Dynamite.”

Alex scoffed. “What guy? The Cleaner?”

“Yeah,” he bluntly returned. “Exactly that guy. Isn’t that the guy you wanted when we first got involved? The Cleaner?”

Her breath hitched in her throat. There was nothing she could say to that—it was true. She’d never met Kenny prior to AEW. She just knew him as most of the world did: The Best Bout Machine, the leader of Bullet Club, the Cleaner, Kenny-fucking-Omega. His reputation preceded him. It intrigued her. It attracted her. It made her want to get to know him once she had the chance. And then she fell in love with him, the real him. But the thought of him being that guy in AEW… with her… she’d be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that that intrigued her, too.

He stepped closer. Alex didn’t move. He took her by the hips and pulled her against him; a pleasant tingle danced up her spine at his touch. As upset with him as she was, she couldn’t help the way her body reacted to him.

“I know you’re angry,” he said, his voice softening. “And I’m sorry it happened this way… but we both know it would’ve happened eventually. I can’t keep tagging with Adam to get what I want. And what I want is the AEW World Championship… and you by my side when I get it.”

Alex’s stomach did a flip. But her brow lowered, stubborn. “And what makes you think I want to be by your side when you get it?”

He gave a breathy laugh. “Come on, don’t be ridiculous. You know you’re my girl.”

There it was again, that cocky grin. But Alex didn’t argue or pull away. She just gazed up at him, her chest rising and falling with her breath, heart racing. She wanted to believe he was wrong; but she knew he wasn’t. She knew she’d go around and around this carousel with Kenny until it made her sick. He pushed her to the edge; he drove her insane; he made her do things that she never thought she’d do in a million lifetimes. He was exhilarating and infuriating and terrifying and intoxicating all at once. And every time she thought she’d sobered up she would always fall right back into him. It might take a week, or a month, or a year—but it was inevitable.

“Aren’t you, baby?” He cupped her jaw in his hand. She leaned into his touch. He ran his thumb over her mouth. Her eyes fell closed, kissing it, and then he parted her lips and slipped it inside her mouth. She sucked as he moved it in and out, slow. She bit down gently and opened her eyes. He looked like he wanted to ravage her—and she wanted to let him.

He pulled his thumb from her mouth and picked her up. She wrapped her legs tight around his waist and kissed him as he walked her blindly to the bed, grabbing at his curls, needing to taste him, feel him, get lost in him. She was still upset with him for what he’d done to Adam; of course she was. But she was in love with him. She couldn’t help that.

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unpopular opinion: grilled cheesus makes me furious. i hate how that ep was basically shaming a 16 year old for being an atheist,, while his only living parent is in a coma. santana's "i hope you're happy kurt" is so gross. they all treat kurt so badly that ep and he's still forced to compromise by the end and go to church. i hate how so many people police his reaction to what happens as if someone that young is going to cope the "correct" way. ofc he was pushing people away. he was terrified.

he still wasn't totally comfortable with all of nd yet and he was used to coping with things on his own so,, what do you expect? he was taking care of himself the best way he knew how. everything he said was out of fear and anger bc they were pushing when he was not in the place to be pushed. they didn't respect his wishes and somehow he's the bad guy?? while they impose things he doesn't want (and has said why he doesn't want) on him?? ugh. i hate that ep. i love chris' acting but i hate it.

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Oh my god you literally read my mind. Spoiler alert but I’ve got Grilled Cheesus queued up as my ranking post for the day. And in the tags I literally say that part of the reason it’s so high is for Chris’s acting omg. You and me, anon, we get it

Santana snapping at Kurt makes absolutely zero sense. Literally here’s what happens: Sue is asking San and Britt for inside info on the club. San says everyone is sad for Kurt and don’t know how to help. And she says they’re singing religious songs and she “doesn’t see what the big deal is”. Then Sue uses Kurt to get a student to file a complaint so they are no longer able to sing religious songs during school time. And Santana is like “I hope you’re happy Kurt” like?? Santana you’re literally the one that went blabbing to Sue in the first place lmao. I mean they’d barely begun to give her an actual character yet, I think maybe her brain cells just hadn’t caught up properly. It’s still weird

Anyway idk the only characters that strike me as super religious are Mercedes and Quinn and sort of Rachel. I mean she mentions temple and her rabbi and stuff like that but they don’t really take it seriously. She cares more about getting to sing than about her religion lol. And we know Puck has his own “unique” way of looking at things when it comes to religion. And Tina is Jewish but doesn’t practice or whatever. And she’s the one like “You don’t believe in god?!” all surprised. Idk I just think odd choices were made

Mercedes taking Kurt to church in the end doesn’t bother me quite as much. I mean she wasn’t trying to convert him or anything, just give him a sense of community and let him know that he wasn’t alone. And she says that he might not believe in god but he has to believe in something and that leads to Kurt’s realization and his speech to Burt near the end. Oh but she literally comes up to him before all that and is like “I don’t know how to be around you anymore” which like. He basically called her a headcase for believing in god but also that’s a weird thing to say to someone who’s depressed bc his dad is in a coma?? Idk we just watched that ep the other day and it’s all weird. Also people seem to ignore all this and be like “what happened to kurtcedes after s1??” but like. I think this ep could’ve put a bit of a dent in that

And the only person with a counterpoint that matches Kurt’s beliefs is Sue, the main villain of the show. Even tho she’s literally right about everything here lol. Idk it was definitely A Choice having her being the one and only character to verbally back Kurt up on his beliefs. Anyway the whole ep is a mess but it still gets major points w me bc of Chris’s acting and bc the flashbacks with Burt and baby Kurt make me cry

#glee #kurt hummel #episode: grilled cheesus #2x03 #season 2 #asks #answered #my thoughts #you literally sent this ask at the perfect time anon lmao #also we just watched this ep the other day #and it makes me sad almost as much as it pisses me off #as usual one of my main complaints is finn but thats neither here nor there for this ask #also the finale scene is finn eating his sandwich #bc the sandwich was the emotional core of this episode #fuck burt and fuck his heart attack lol #Anonymous

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Hi! I know I have other unfinished fic, but I’ve actually been writing a bit, and you can blame @the-well-rested-one! I have five chapters queued up and outline for several more, that’s a good sign! Please comment if you read, or reblog! Thank you to @nikibi6 and @emulateharry for the looksie!

The One Where Harry Styles Sneezed On Me

Day One

There's only three people out on the pavement ahead of her, and a part of Elise is tempted to tip toe because she watches too many movies.

The streets of London are quieter than Elise has seen them since she moved here. She'd basically never left her university classes and not been shoulder to shoulder with wall to wall people. Her classes were over at rush hour and there were a lot of people in London at any time of day. Had you asked her before the move, she would have said she liked big crowds. But now, the tube sometimes gave her anxiety, a brand new thing, because it was so packed.

Today, well London was like a ghost town, like the film where she'd fallen in love with the city and decided she would study abroad there. It was an odd one, but that sounded like her.

28 Days Later was a weird inspiration, but maybe because London was empty in the movie, she was able to see things about it better. It was also why she felt like she should be extra quiet on the nearly deserted streets, this was the closest approximation to her favorite movie scenes she'd probably ever see in one of the biggest cities in the world. Elise had never been to a big city, not really, the largest was maybe Phoenix. But it didn't really feel that much bigger than Tucson, where she grew up, or maybe it had just grown before her eyes so she hadn't noticed.

London was a proper big city as her roommate told her, and Elise hadn't made it for a semester abroad. She'd wound up here for her post graduate work, she couldn't afford it during undergrad. The living expenses, turns out, were too expensive, but she'd found a way later, because there was a will, a dream.

Her will for today had been to find her way after class to the next public green space on her list. She'd done Kensington Gardens, Hyde Park, and Regent's Park. She went after class when she could, if there was sunlight to catch. Today was so pretty, she had decided to go even if it meant catching the tube by herself at night. And then she had stepped out into a London eerily like the one from the movie that had first infatuated her. There were people on the street though, and they didn't look like the walking dead, just the walking afraid. Those who had braved the streets wore masks. One lady had gardening gloves on. Elise wasn't sure if she was underreacting or everybody else was over the top. She hadn't really thought about it, mostly because she was under 80, and well, honestly, maybe she did feel a little bit of the invincibility youth brings.

Apparently lots of Londoners didn't feel the same way. Including those who ran her Uni. She arrived with her notebooks and excited for her day plans, resolute, to find a sign on an easel in the entryway.

"Classes Cancelled today. Online classes will resume tomorrow. All formats will be conducted via Portal for three weeks, or until further notice."

Well, shit. Had they thought to send an email? It may have saved her the trip.

Elise looked at the 100,000 emails in her gmail and discovered they had indeed emailed her. This was why she avoided online courses, she was much better, learned better, in person. Also, she was abysmal at keeping up with things via email. The next few weeks would be a trial.

She'd have to figure it out, and she knew herself; A schedule was necessary, she'd write one down, on paper, to order her life while she had to finish these courses online. But that seemed to be her only coursework for this day.

That was a bright side. She took it as a silver lining, she could head to the old London Heath right away. She considered walking, plotted out her path and realized that it was a long, long way, so long it would steal all of her energy to explore.

The tube was really ghostly, like the ghost town they visited once, Calico or something?

Regardless, she was surprised she wasn't more excited. It was just like 28 Days Later. Well not really, no bloodthirsty, spattered lurchers, but it felt eerie. Like it had the first time she watched it, before she got totally immune to the plot and could only see the sights. She was thankful when a few people got on her carriage, though they sat as far from each other as the spacing allowed. She quickly looked up more information on her phone and estimated how far away the people should be, they were all separated by much more than that.

By the time she got to her destination, she'd normally be just getting out of her first class, and Elise's stomach reminded her that this was meal time. She really was married to a schedule, or at least her biology was. She thought a picnic would be lovely, so she looked up a market and found a Whole Foods nearby. She would splash out for her lunch it looked like, could be worse, could be Waitrose, and must be cheaper than a cafe, surely.

London was pricey. Which she'd known intellectually and was now experiencing literally everyday. As such, Elsie was kinda thinking she needed a job. Was she allowed to work? Maybe on campus. She'd have to ask the question to somebody who knew; she was running through her reserves.

Elise kinda sighed at herself as she walked into Whole Foods. Maybe this was not the best idea. But it was bright and cheery inside and smelled like green juice and roasted vegetables. Her stomach growled and she decided the worst that could happen was she would wind up eating cup o' noodles and have to pack a lunch a lot towards the end of semester before her next stipend.

Elsie shrugged and sang along a little to the song playing overhead. She felt like she rarely heard One Direction here, she heard it played out more in public in the US, and wondered if that was due to public exhaustion. She understood that it had been next level crazy here. Maybe it was just time? They'd been her favorite when she was in early high school. She had decided she was gonna marry Liam in eighth grade. That opinion changed as they all aged. She got too cool for them, and well, some of them grew up nicely. "Just how fast the night changes." She tried to harmonize along. The song also meant she wasn't hurrying she was, however, wandering.

Fruit, she should grab some fruits, that was always a good place to start.

How she wound up by the hot bar she didn't know, but she grabbed a bit of roast chicken and realized the layout was backwards to the one she was used to in Tucson. The metal spoon clanked as she got some potatoes that looked deliciously crunchy and had little burned ridges like she loved. She should have some vegetables. Carrots didn't count, real green things were needed. Asparagus counted. She was looking at the cut fruit, but then thought about her budget concerns and headed over to the produce section.

It was a little emptier than what she assumed was normal, a few ladies and a tall, lanky man in a hoodie and hat were the only people about. He was broad from the back, but had a furtive set to his shoulder that made him smaller. He was also standing exactly where she wanted to be. In front of the bananas, her favorite of the economical fruits. The best bunches clustered where he didn't seem to be doing anything but loitering.

Elise's belly growled, the aroma of her roasted chicken wafted up. She'd give it another minute and if he hadn't moved, she'd try to politely shoulder her way around him, 6 feet or not.

She gave it two minutes. By the end her converse was audible tapping. He still hadn't moved at all. So help her, if he was on his phone! It was time for action. She came up to about his shoulder, and he did not seem to notice there was 5 feet of impatience at his elbow, at least he certainly didn't move. When Elise realized he was on his phone, her patience snapped. That had to break some kind of grocery store etiquette. Was there grocery store etiquette? Certainly, it would extend to standing so people couldn't access foods when you were fucking around on your phone.

She reached past him, "sorry, excuse my reach." she hoped he could hear just how not sorry she was. Elise was good at passive-aggression.

She heard his breathing change and was ready to tell him he had just been blocking the bananas for three minutes, and she knew she wasnt being socially distant, but he was being rude, when he turned towards her. He was being rude, especially by English standards and she would tell him so, even if she wasn't sure if he was exactly impolite, accusing an Englishman of that was very effective.

She realized two things when he looked at her.

One- he was not some stranger- he was HARRY. FUCKING.STYLES!

And two- as his spit splattered all over her face, he wasn't about to call her rude, his gasp had been the beginning of a sneeze.

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The last hour had been an absolute blur. She had just sat down to eat. And though her 16 year old self would consider this an upgrade, her 23 year old self was really sad the heath was not the site of her lunch, even if it had been switched out for her teenage dream.

Because Harry Styles had started his litany of apologies with a "fuck!" Then a spilling ramble. "I'm so sorry, dammit, I knew I should have just sent somebody. Dammit, Jesus fuck, now you will have to be quarantined too." His hands were fumbling with the wet wipes and she could smell the disinfectant on them. She stopped him short before he was wiping that shit on her face and was redirecting his hand while he was still talking about how they could just both be holed up in his house. It distracted from the fact he was rubbing spittle off her shirt very close to her nipple.

"I mean, it's not huge. Damn, I kinda wish the new house was done. Then we wouldn't even have to see each other. Not that, I um, wouldn't want to see you, or like whatever, but um. We don't know each other and we'll be, like, living together for several weeks. I guess you could quarantine at your place. But I just feel better, cause it's my fault. Seems rude to possibly infect somebody due to negligence, and not like, help them through it. I just had to have my celery juice." That part was said under his breath, and he wasn't holding any juice.

She remembered the closed juice bar. The sign had read: Our fresh bars-juice, smoothie, and coffee are close due to Covid- 19 contagion worries. We apologize for any inconvenience.

Then it clicked, while she wiped his sputum from her face. That is what he was talking about. What the?

"Are you just wandering around whole foods infecting people? You have the virus?"

She realized she'd been talking really loud and attracting attention. Harry certainly realized.

He looked agitated and around to see if they had an audience, and she realized his face was a bit of a liability. That would be some headline for sure. "Harry Styles spreading coronavirus!" or some shit like that. He used to get press for existing, the memory made her soft for him.

"Let's get you checked out. And we can go back to my place and talk?" He made eye contact and she got confused for a second longer.

"What?" Elise found herself saying. She would normally never ever go home with some dude in a store. But, this dude was Harry Styles, and that made her feel simultaneously safer and also like this was a chance she had to take. She also wanted to yell at him a little.

He sighed, like she was a hard to open packet of chips. "Can you check out and meet me outside?" He looked around again and bit his lip because the women nearby were watching them. He handed her his basket and helped her transfer her things to it, "Can you grab my things too?" He didn't sound like she remembered him. But she supposed she'd not done more than listen to his albums once through after she'd grown out of her One Direction phase.

He sounded better. He was still growing up well.

"Huh?" She was not following him. He gave her that exasperated face and thinned his lips before he quickly got a hundred pound note out. "Check out and I'll meet you in my car. I'm near the front, all right?"

She barely remembered checking out. The girl had to prompt her twice, and she'd shoved the sanitizer at her when they'd both had to touch the change. She even considered keeping. Can you grab my things too, the audacity! But she handed it to him promptly and he put it away and sanitized his hands and gave her a squirt too. Chivalry in the time of Corona.

The drive had been quiet. Though she was sure there were things to do, to say, certainly. So the radio played and Harry sang along. It was a surreal moment, right out of her teenage dreams. Listening to Harry Styles sing in his expensive car. The missing piece that made it reality instead of fantasy was that she was not singing along, instead she was confused and hungry.

"Here, I'll warm up your lunch." Was the first thing he said to her as he ushered her into the square house she recognized from something on the internet years ago. It was a little cold inside and Elise fitted her sweater around her shoulders and sat at the wood grain kitchen table. Her food came to her steaming. Then a warm mug she immediately wrapped her hands around.

"You cold?" He asked while moving to a fancy looking blue screened rectangle on the wall. "I'm always cold, so I just wait until someone seems too cold to change anything."

She nodded.

"Right, so you know me?" He asked like it was taking out the garbage.

"Um," Elise took a drink. "Yeah, I was a huge One Direction fan in high school."

He smiled at that. "Ok, is that why you've gone silent? Freaking out?"

"Yeah, and also, I'm not really following. Honestly."

"Why don't you tell me a little about about what you think is going on. Then I'll fill in my side."

She took a breath. "Can I eat my lunch first?" She needed a minute, and she was beyond hungry, and annoyed. Definitely annoyed. And maybe just a touch of freaking out. Harry was her favorite for a lot longer than Liam, if she was honest.

"Oh! Yes, of course." He shook his head, "how rude of me."

That was why he felt rude? Not the bananas or irresponsible shopping trip. Elise widened her eyes at her carton before she dug in and didn't look up until the blender went.

A green smoothie, vibrant and lush, was placed at her elbow. It matched his eyes. "Here, to your health."

"Thank you." She took a sip and smiled. Her blood sugar was rising and she was already feeling considerably better, though her odd situation and figuring it out came to the forefront. "So, um, to my health hmmm?" She cheered the air.

Harry exhaled and nodded.

"To yours as well?"

"I suppose you could say that." He pulled his lip between his forefingers and she remembered that from interviews.

"You're not supposed to touch your face." She ah, ah, ahhed with a grin.

He laughed and it broke some of their tension. "I'm not. Neither are you."

Elise realized she had her chin in her hand. She slapped it lightly on the table and sat up. "Fair enough, so what am I doing here, Mr. Styles?"

He groaned lowly and she wondered what that was about. She didn't let it sidetrack her though, she'd wait out his response.

He took a big gulp of health and Elise watched the chunky residue slide down the glass.

"You've heard of Coronavirus, yes?"

She couldn't help but roll her eyes.

He chuckled, she hoped at himself, what the fuck kind of question was that?

"Right, pretty unavoidable, yeah?" He didn't need her to agree, he kept talking. "I travel a lot."

"Duh!" she interrupted.

At that he really did laugh. "So, I travel a lot, duh, and I flew on a flight where somebody tested positive. There aren't many tests yet, they're rationing them."

"Even for you?" She was surprised.

"Even for me," he sighed. "I'm just a person. Anyway, the person in question asked for a pic for his daughter—."

"Likely story."

"Perhaps, and so, we were in close proximity and we shook hands," she nodded along with the line of his narrative. "They won't test me unless I show symptoms. But quarantine was recommended."

He finished, he'd left out a part though.

"Is Whole Foods part of the quarantine radius?"

He blushed a little, and all of the reasons she'd had some of her earliest fantasies about him surfaced. "No, not as such. But I was low on bananas."

"Nobody you could pay a euro for your bunch of bananas?" She hoped for a laugh.

He squinted. "Course, but I don't like to be a bother."

She couldn't help but laugh at that. "So, in your effort to not inconvenience anyone for a couple hours, you've exposed me by sneezing in my face, rude, and kidnapping me to your house? So, now I have to quarantine too?"

"You aren't a kid. How could I nap you?" This was not a joke, but the humor of it was not escaping either of them.

"Not what that means, though I've no idea why." She shrugged.

"Young lady napped?" He tried.

"Oh god, you are sooo English. Young lady napped." She tried on his drawl.

"That was terrible!" He shook his head like he was offended.

"I thought it was pretty good?" She popped her shoulder and her own little dimple in her left cheek appeared, though it didn't pull the weight his did. He narrowed his eyes before raising up his eyebrows.

"It was alright, I suppose. We have time to perfect it."

"Why's that?" She found herself asking.

"Well, we're pretty much stuck together. How d'ya feel about two weeks at Le Hotel Styles?"

He couldn't be serious, could he?

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 5 years ago

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Forgotten Alliance Ch 39

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x OC with other parings mentioned throughout.

Word Count: 7K

Warnings: Canon Typical things

Author’s Note: As a reminder, FA can be found on ffnet up to chapter 42. I am uploading chapters here on tumblr for convenience. I decided against tagging this until new chapters are posted. If you would like to be tagged please let me know! Chapters are queued and will be posted randomly. Enjoy

"YOU WERE WHERE?!" Elizabeth had heard the words. She knew they had been out on Bourbon Street with all the tourists as they partied away. It wasn't even close to Midnight for it to be a blood party, like they had planned for tomorrow night.

She tried to stay calm. But the details she was taking in that were in front of her had made that difficult. All that peace and calm she had felt before she walked into the compound was gone and replaced with worry, anger, and fear. Out of the three, anger was taking center stage.

"I took her out to have a good time, Liz. What is the problem with that?" Malakai had only the intention to let Veronica have some fun.

Veronica had came back from the Cauldron looking exhausted for being a vampire. The magic she had been attempting had taken a lot out of her and Malakai could see that the moment she took her first few steps inside. It was what gave Malakai the idea to take her out and let out some steam.

Elizabeth glared as the words passes Malakai's lips and gestured towards Veronica who currently had blood covering the front of her clothes and the majority of her face and neck. "Do I need to elaborate on what the problem is? Or do you have an understanding yet?"

Malakai sighed as he looked over at Veronica who held a guilty look on her face since she had walked back into the compound. "She's needed a night out. We all need those from time to time. Vincent keeps her busy with magic lessons, and when she's here she's either out there working for you or she's doing whatever it is to keep her busy. She needed time away from it all."

"And look what happened!" Elizabeth said shaking her head. "While I couldn't care less that you took her out to have fun and let off some steam, its the fact that looking at her now screams that the rules hadn't been followed. It's also that she's still new to this and she is different than you."

While Veronica had been showing Elizabeth and the others that she was capable of keeping the blood list at bay, there were those moments that she couldn't stop herself. Afterwards, Veronica would be filled with guilt that at times she'd tap into the magical properties of those around them without even knowing it.

It left Vincent spending several more hours with Veronica, tapping into that magic trying to release it and to help Veronica calm down in ways that Elizabeth couldn't help. Elizabeth helped in those times by being Veronica's sparring partner until she felt like herself once more.

The vampire blood running through her veins was Elizabeth's. A taste of the serum was in Veronica. And much like Elizabeth, there was still so much they had to learn about their abilities that definitely left them in a category of their own.

"No, she is practically the same except she doesn't have to worry about the damn moon." He said crossing his arms.

Elizabeth laughed and shook her head. The laughter had scared both Malakai and Veronica. It wasn't a 'you are funny' kind of laugh. It was more of a 'you think you are serious and if I was any more pissed off, I'd kill you' kind of laugh.

"Look at her and tell me that it had been a good idea to let her feed on the humans freely. That all of them had been tourists and none of them had been the locals." As Elizabeth had said the words, Malakai had known he had messed up badly. The look on his face had said everything Elizabeth needed. "How many?"

"Four." Veronica said owning up to the locals she had killed. "Four of them had been locals."

Elizabeth looked over at her and shook her head. The thought that entered her mind were everything but pleasant. "You know what is supposed to happen next, right?"

It took Veronica a minute to realize what Elizabeth meant. Her eyes had widened once it did and she began shaking her head. "Can't we do something about it?" She asked worried.

"What are you talking about?" Malakai asked not entirely sure what was supposed to happen next.

"Why don't you tell him." Elizabeth said with a slight nod. "Since he obviously has forgotten the rules."

"Any vampire that feeds on and kills the locals calls for automatic execution." Veronica said as tears filled her eyes.

"You can't be serious." Malakai said walking up to Elizabeth.

"I am." Elizabeth said glaring at him. She knew if she grew any angrier with him, her features would change. It was habit for them to come out when she was pissed off.

"Who made that rule?" He asked shaking his head not believing what was going on.

"You know I did." Elizabeth said taking a step closer to him. "I made that rule as a part of our peace treaty with the others. That rule had been set in stone the moment we all signed it almost four years ago." Taking one more step towards Malakai, she could see in his own eyes that her hazel eyes were fading and the red was emerging. "You let her break that rule and now I have to sentence her to death."

Malakai took a step back. "There must be something you can do."

"My hands are tied on this one." Elizabeth shook her head. "The moment word of those bodies reaches the Mayor's desk he is going to want to know that the vampire responsible is dead."

"Just lie." Malakai said with a shrug as if it was nothing. Elizabeth's eyebrow raised for a moment before she turned and walked out of the room. Malakai looked confused and Veronica just shook her head.

"You should know that there is no way she can lie." Veronica said looking over at Malakai.

"Why can't she?" He asked looking at Veronica.

"Because the Mayor has every single camera in this town being recorded straight to his office." Elizabeth said as she walked back in with a laptop. She handed it over to Malakai. "Hit play and tell me if we can lie about that." Malakai eyed Elizabeth for a moment before pressing play. And just as Elizabeth had said, there was no way to deny that it was Veronica that was feeding on the humans. "Not to mention that one of those locals was the best friend of the Mayor's wife."

"Shit." Malakai said sighing as he closed the laptop and handed it back to Elizabeth. She placed it on a nearby table before turning to Veronica.

"I suggest you call Vincent about this." She said with a nod. Veronica nodded before leaving the room with her head looking down at the floor. As Veronica left the room, a tear fell down Elizabeth's cheek before she looked over at Malakai. "I'm not saving you from this one, Kai."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He asked shaking his head.

"You know very well what it means. I am done cleaning up after your messes." Wiping the tears off her face she took a deep breath. "You are going to clean up your mess this time."

"How exactly am I going to do that when you said your hands are tied?" If anyone else had heard her say that they probably would have asked the same thing.

Elizabeth shook her head as a humorless chuckle passed her lips. "They still are. But instead of it being me being the one to kill my granddaughter and the one person that I have sired since becoming what I am, you will be the one to end her life. That is how you clean up this mess."

"Are you serious?" Malakai couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I am being completely serious, Kai. This is your punishment." Elizabeth felt more like a parent in that moment than his best friend.

"A punishment." He shook his head. "I am not one of those vampires that follow you, Elizabeth. I am your best friend."

"You became one of them the moment you came back into town." She looked up at the ceiling for a moment before looking back at him. "You are my best friend, Kai. But rules were broken and I am not about to have things fall apart all because you decided you couldn't wait to have your fun. I told you that things had been different from the moment you came back. Hell, I told you the rules that first night. I'm sure you've heard me repeat them as well as deal with those who have broken those rules. Have you not been paying attention? Or have you been ignoring it all, expecting things to be different because it is me?"

Malakai sighed in defeat. She had been right. He had been ignoring the things he had seen. While he had always done everything to ensure he never done anything to cause problems with the factions. But tonight, he had honestly let them go to the back of his mind.

The whole night he had been looking forward going out and having fun with both of them. Elizabeth had become so much of a leader that it had literally ruined his plans for fun and entertainment upon his return. From the moment he came back into the city, he wanted nothing more than to party away with his best friend.

But issue after issue, visit after visit, Malakai knew that the woman standing in front of him hasn't been the same woman who had been so carefree before coming into the city.

"I wasn't, to be honest. But you can't ask me to do this." Malakai didn't want anything to do with it at all. He'd hated even thinking about it being him to be the one to end Veronica's life like that.

"I'm not asking you." Elizabeth knew the next few words she was going to say were going to change everything in the next few seconds. "You can either do it and be welcomed to stay here freely, or I can compel you to do it and have you leave the city again. Your choice."

"That isn't fair, Li-"

"What's not fair is signing someone else's death sentence because you encouraged her to indulge in the blood lust and said fuck the rules." Elizabeth glared at him. "I will not ask you again." Elizabeth hated having to do it. But with how pissed off she was with him about the whole situation, she was not looking at him as a friend at the moment. She was looking at him as just a hybrid that just went behind her back.

"Alright, I'll do it." He said hanging his head in defeat.

Without another word, Elizabeth watched as he walked out if the courtyard. The moment he was out of sight, she collapsed into the chair that was closest to her. She buried her face into her hands. How the night had gone from being in a perfect bubble to having it popped and filled with chaos she wasn't ready for.

Come morning, Elizabeth hadn't slept a wink. For the rest of the night she had sat in her room, right in front of the fireplace. The heat of the flames warmed her skin as she stared into the flames until they dimmed and she fed the fire once more. Her mind was blank, numb to the world around her.

Her mind tried to wrap around what had actually happened. Other times the decision would come without hesitation and the punishment would have been dealt with minutes to an hour after the news reached her. But this time, it was completely different and she didnt know how to deal with it.

She wanted to hide Veronica, make her leave the city until the world around them evolved where no one would remember the events that happened. But sending her away on her own for an unknown amount of time wasn't what she wanted to do. Veronica still needed guidance in magic and she was still learning what they were. Sending her out like that was a bad idea in general. She wouldn't leave her alone.

Elizabeth thought of any possible scenario that would go in her favor. A way to save Veronica from death but also in a way to not break the trust she had established with the other factions. But nothing proved useful. One way or another, she knew things would end in chaos if things didn't go as they should. It left Elizabeth lost in her own thoughts for several hours. She was even oblivious to the way the rising sun poured into her windows

The light knocking on her door frame had almost gone unnoticed. It was the sound she had been waiting for from the moment she came to her room last night. The simple knock would lead to the details she knew had been noticed by the Mayor. The official statement that started the timer on when things needed to be done.

"Liz, there are a few men in suits wanting to speak with you." Josh said from his spot at her door, looking into the room.

"I'll be there in a moment." If Josh had been a human, he would have missed the words. They were low and soft, anyone that didn't have the ability to hear as he did would have thought Elizabeth hadn't acknowledged them.

He watched her for a moment more before she stood from her seat in front of the fire and made her way towards the door. She hadn't stop to even look at Josh before she made her way downstairs.

"God Liz, you look a mess." One of the 'men in suits' said as she reached the last few steps.

A humorless chuckle passed Elizabeth's lips as she walked over to them. "It happens when I stay up all night contemplating how my day is gonna be, James."

James just gave her a smile before looking at his coworker for a moment. "You know I hate making house calls, but I'm sure by the way you look at the moment you already know what is going on."

"The problem with be dealt with." Her words held no emotion, no care for the meaning behind it all. "By the usual deadline, of course."

"You know, we were pretty shocked to see it had been Veronica." James said as he took a step towards Elizabeth.

She rolled her eyes as he did so and crossed her arms. "Yeah, there were plenty of things that had shocked me last night. Let him know it will be done."

James nodded his head before turning to leave. "Oh, council meeting tomorrow morning." He said over his shoulder as they left.

"What problem needs to be taken care of that has to do with Veronica?" Josh asked from behind her.

She bit down on her lip for a moment knowing if she didn't tell him, he'd find out soon by the others. "Rules were broken last night." She said looking over at him. "Veronica was the culprit."

"Are you sure?" He was surprised to hear that. "Because Veronica hasn't been one to break the rules. Hell the girl doesn't even deviate from a recipe for cookies."

"I know." She said sighing. "Malakai took her out to blow off some steam last night. In doing so, he somehow persuaded her to forget about them all. She killed four locals in the process."

Josh ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "Well this isn't at all what I expect to be in store for today."

"Believe me, it's not what I expected either." She said with a small nod. "I expected to be barely on my way back from Atlanta right about now."

Josh rose an eyebrow in curiosity. "What was in Atlanta?"

"That was where Malakai was supposed to let loose at, not here." Oh how she had wished he would just have waited until she returned. Things would have been so much better. They could have had their fun without the rules or the roles they had to play hanging over their heads. She would have watched as Malakai partied with strangers, the both of them drinking their way through the bar, and it would have easily ended in the early hours of the morning with them passed out in their hotel room. But instead she was in New Orleans waiting for a mess to be cleaned up.

Before her thoughts could get carried away with the heartbreak she'll have to face later, she felt her connection with Elijah. She shook her head slightly. "Wrong time for a visit, Hope." She whispered to herself.

"He'll know, wont he?" Josh asked as he placed his hand on Elizabeth's shoulder.

"He's definitely feeling my mixed emotions right now." She said with a sigh as she looked at Josh. "We had spent so many hours trying to forget about the world around us for once and I'm pretty sure he's wondering what the hell happened now."

"What do you feel from him?" Josh usually wasn't this curious about the bond between Elizabeth and Elijah. Sure he tend to ask questions from time to time. But in this moment, Elizabeth was a bit of a mess. He could only imagine what she was feeling in that moment. He himself had been surprised, worried and was actually afraid of what would come next for Veronica. They had been becoming close friends and he didn't want to think about losing someone else.

"Confusion, mostly." She said with a nod before running her hand through her hair. "There is worry mixed in there especially since that's one of the things I'm feeling at the moment. I'm trying to force myself to have this calm feeling so he doesn't have to be worried, but I have so much going on in my head that there is nothing I can do in this moment to feel calm."

"I don't blame you, Liz." He said shaking his head. "This really was the last thing you needed to deal with. No one would blame you if you lashed out on someone."

She bit down on her lip thinking about the events that unfolded last night. "I actually lashed out at Kai. I was so angry with him that I ordered him to be the one to deal with what comes next. I actually threatened him that if he didn't do it willingly, I was going to compel him to do it."

"That's a bit harsh, but I believe it was needed." He said with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Where is he now?"

"Out sulking, probably. He knows he needs to be back soon to get this over with." The words felt heavy as she said them and even as they past her lips, she felt her chest tighten slightly. She really hated herself for making that specific rule.

"What is it?" Rebekah asked Elijah as she watched him for a moment. He had been standing out in the garden, the decorations still up from the night he had with Elizabeth. But the look on his face only held worry, not the happiness she had seen on him before Elizabeth had left. She had gone out in search for him when he hadn't came to greet Hope like he usually did.

When she found him, he had seemed so lost in thought and she knew it had to have had something to do with Elizabeth. She could see it on his face that he was trying to sort out the wave of emotions that Elizabeth had been feeling from the moment Hope entered. She did not envy her brother in that moment. While Rebekah had easily shown every emotion she had felt, her brother on the hand had always hid them in some form or another. This bond between him and Elizabeth had been changing that. In Rebekah's opinion, it had been for the better.

"After everything we did to make her forget the problems she had, she went back to the city and something else happened over night." Elijah said sighing slightly. "Whatever it is this time, it has her feeling everything all at once. Anger, fear..." He shook his head slightly. "Sadness even. Like someone just told her something far worse than just having all the research taken from her."

Rebekah placed her hand on his shoulder. "The struggles of the world don't stop just because we found a moment of happiness. We of all people understand that. She'll be okay. If it is something that has to do with the city, it will only make things better for when we return."

He looked over at her and smiled. "I was under the impression that once all was said and done, you'd be travelling."

She shrugged slightly. "Eventually we all come home." She said giving him a smile. "If New Orleans is meant to continuously be our home, then I'll continue to come back to it. Plus, I wouldn't want all that progress Elizabeth has made to go to waste by not going and seeing what all she has done to help ensure a better place for us to come home to."

"She has done a lot to improve the way the factions have been working together." Elijah said with a nod. "She's done more than in the last three years than what I could even attempt when we first returned to the city."

"It needed a woman's touch." Rebekah said with a smile. "One that wouldn't back down and only had interest in getting things better for the next generation."

That had made Elijah smile. Elizabeth had always thought about the future in one form or another. Even when she was a human, Elijah saw the way she thought about what was best for others in her village. Even when she was being held back by her husband, he could see the fire in her that wanted more than what the community currently had.

"Now imagine what it will be like once Elijah joins her." Kol said joining them. "A vampire power couple helping make New Orleans better. Nik would be jealous."

That had caused them all to shake their heads and laugh a bit. But Kol did have a point. Klaus had been the one that wanted to rule over the city. He wanted to the king that had everything from the moment he seen what Marcel had. He had gotten to the point where he was at the top, but enemies still came from out of the woodwork to challenge him and the family. But things would be different now that Elizabeth was in charge of the vampires.

"Wont that be a sight." Rebekah said looking at Kol. "How long do you think it would take for Klaus to try and challenge the both of you to be in charge of the city."

A smirk pulled at Elijah's lips. "Something tells me he wouldn't dare try. Not if Elizabeth has anything to say about it." Elijah had once asked Elizabeth about that in one of their previous times together. He wondered how things would go once they were awaken from the spell. He was curious to know if things would go back to the way things had been before the whole prophecy had come into play. The memory of Elizabeth's eyebrow raising and the threat to lock his brother away in vampire proof straight jacket had caused his smirk to turn into a smile.

"We'll actually have peace for once, wont we?" Rebekah asked looking at Elijah.

"I believe we will." He said with a nod. "From what Elizabeth has told me, the city has been thriving. If whatever she is feeling at this moment indicates anything, I'm sure it just makes things better for our return."

Kol sighed softly. "When this is over, I don't plan on going back to New Orleans." That had caused both of his siblings to look over at him with surprise. "That city has to many bad memories for me, especially after Davina. Traveling as far away from New Orleans will be my goal once we've awaken."

"You wouldn't even go to New Orleans to see our brother?" Rebekah asked curiously. "He is the reason we were able to do this."

Kol shrugged. "Sure, I'll go for the Mikaelson Reunion, but after that, I think I'm going to go off on my own. Time to clear my head and all that."

"Is that not what we are all doing?" Rebekah asked. "I mean we all are planning to leave for an amount of time, but the plan is to eventually come back."

"While I would agree with Rebekah, knowing you, you wouldn't have been happy staying with us." Elijah said as he placed his hand on Kol's shoulder. "You were always one wanting to venture out on your own."

...

"Please tell me there is something the coven can do to help her." Elizabeth said as she paced the room, a glass in her hand. This was the last thing she needed right now. Tomorrow they would have a council meeting to discuss if Elizabeth had taken the necessary steps. "The Mayor is already on my ass about this."

Vincent had came over the moment he could. Elizabeth had called him wanting to talk options. He was the only one that she could talk to freely without someone taking her thought process out of proportion. He was also a friend of hers, she needed one that she wasn't currently pissed off at or that wasn't involved in some way. It was already hard talking about all of this as it was. She just needed there to be some kind of answer.

"What is there that we can do?" Vincent asked as he watched her pace. "She broke one of the rules that we had set." Vincent didn't like this at all. When Veronica called telling him about everything, the man felt his heart drop to his stomach. Veronica had become family to him, almost as if she was a daughter to him. The thought of her being in this kind of trouble he had first thought impossible. But the facts were there.

He wanted to lash out at Malakai as well. He wanted to in someway make the man suffer for allowing this to happen. But no matter how many thoughts that crossed his mind, he knew that there was nothing he could actually do to make the situation better. Listening to Elizabeth only confirmed that when even she didn't have a single solution as to what she could do to ensure that Veronica would be able to walk away from today.

"There has to be some kind of loophole to this." Elizabeth said as she ran her empty hand through her hair. "That rule had been to keep our problematic vampires in line, I never thought Malakai would be the cause of this."

Vincent could see how torn up Elizabeth was about this. The woman had become like a second mother to the girl. Veronica was her ward and while she had been out, she got into trouble. While Elizabeth would never admit it out loud, she did feel some regret for going out to visit Elijah instead of taking Malakai out like he wanted. If she had, none of this would have happened. Veronica wouldn't currently be sitting in her room with a vampire standing outside her door and out on her balcony. Elizabeth wouldn't have had to fight herself on breaking the truce she had made.

Vincent sighed. "As much as Veronica is loved by both the Vampire and Witch factions, its not going to stop the Mayor from wanting his answers. Answers that keep the city together as it has been. We made those rules to ensure we would have peace. We've had that for quite some time now. Doing anything to help her, is going to jeopardize that peace."

"So we are just supposed to let her die?" She shook her head slightly. It made her eyes water at the thought once more.

"I hate this as much as you do, Liz." He said as he pulled a book from his bag. A book that held almost every note from the council meetings the last three years. He had gone through the damn thing looking for any kind of loophole he could try to find. But it didn't stop him from wanting to look through it once more to try and find it. "But we need to be smart about this if we decide to go against them."

"If we go against them, its going to undo all the progress we have made." While it was a possibility that she would do anything she could to make sure that Veronica would make it throughout this, but she wouldn't ever risk the chance for the city to fall apart at her decision to do this. She already felt guilty as it was for taking so much time to acquire the cures. If the everything came apart, she would have lost every single process she had made over the last three years. She wasn't going to let that happen. She stopped pacing the moment she reached the window. She finished off her drink and placed it back on the table that been in front of the window. "Isn't there some kind of protection spell we can use?"

Vincent opened his mouth, about to deny that there was one before a thought crossed his mind. His eyes shot over to her. "I believe there is one." He said with a slight nod as his fingers tapped on the binding of the book he pulled out. "It'll be a long shot but I have to talk to the coven."

"As long as it gets her protected, I'll try anything." She said as her finger ran along the rim of the empty glass. "If it goes against the truce, we'll figure something out later."

"It wouldn't go against the truce." He noted. As the words passed his lips, he could see some of the tension in Elizabeth's shoulders release. "I just have to make sure that if we do this, the coven will be completely on board with it."

"Are you going to need Veronica for that?" She asked looking over at him.

"No." He said shaking his head as he stood up from his seat, collecting his things to leave. "How much time do I have?"

"Three hours." Her voice in that moment sound broken. "At that point, we'll have to continue on with what is needed to be done."

"I'll make this fast then." He said before walking out of the room to go speak with the coven.

Elizabeth's knuckles tapped on the door frame to Malakai's room. He had been laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling as she knocked. He only turned his head to look at her for a moment before he had looked back up. She had come to apologize for how she snapped at him. This had been the worst of the fights that they had in the past. And while she knew it was a harsh thing she had done by practically forcing him to do this, she hated that it was actually needed.

"Have you come to rip me a new one again?" He asked. There was hurt in his voice and Elizabeth knew he was taking this just as hard, if not worse than her.

"No," She said shaking her head even though he wasn't looking at her. "I actually came to apologize." She said as she entered the room slowly.

That had made Malakai look over at her. "Shouldn't I be the one doing that?" He asked as he watched her walk over to the bed and sit down on it. "I did sign someone's death sentence." Even though they were the words that Elizabeth had used last night, they were hard to hear.

She sighed and placed her hand on his. "I'm apologizing for how I snapped at you. For the threats I made. They were uncalled for and I shouldn't have said that I'd compel you to do something. "

"I get why you did it though." He said as he sat up. "I screwed up and I've been taking advantage of the position you have among the community thinking this would get swept under the rug and forgotten about, but I was wrong."

"Yeah, it was." She said nodding. "I've done so much to try and make this place better for when the Mikaelsons are awake. I've taken more lives than I have spared them in the last three years. I've catered to a sireline in order to keep up with the illusion that I have no care for the man that I love, who is laying in a coffin at the moment because of me." She sighed softly. "I can't afford setbacks anymore. And because of that, its the reason we have to do this tonight."

"I get it." He nodded. He really did. He hadn't understood it before. He believed that things had been different, that it would be like fun and games for them as it had been while they had been in Paris and even when they both had been human. "You've gotta be the boss, not the best friend. And while I hated that you were willing to try and take my will away once more, I knew it was because I had push things to far this time. Because of that, I've actually been thinking about leaving on my own."

She shook her head quickly. "I'm not asking you to leave Kai."

"I know, but I'm thinking it is best that I get out of here for a while." He looked down at their hands for a moment. "Your life never stopped while I was in my own sleep spell. You became this person that your parents would have been proud of. I will always be the kid that cant get his shit together. I'd hate to be that kid that screws everything up for you now."

Tears had began to build up in Elizabeth's eyes. No matter how many times she tried to blink them away and tried not to let them fall, they still came. "You'll come back right?" She asked hopeful. It had never been her intention to actually send him away/ She had just wanted things to stick in that stubborn skull of his. But here he was telling her that he planned to leave. While she could try to convince him to stay, she knew Malakai, he had already made his mind up.

"Of course I will." He promised. "I'll always be a phone call away, you know that. I just hate the idea of being here after taking a life that meant so much to you. I know you Liz. Even when you try not to, you'll look at me and see what happened to her. You'll want to leave and forget about it all but we know you can't. Some time apart will do us some good."

She sighed knowing he was right. Every bone in her body had told her to run and never look back at this place the night Davina had died. With Veronica's execution happening soon, that gave her another reason to want to leave, but she couldn't do it. Her plate was full of other things that she couldn't drop them to do just that. Seeing Malakai would be just as he said would happen.

"When am I supposed to do this?" He asked pulling his hand out from under hers.

"In about two hours." She said with a small nod.

Malakai simply nodded and got out of bed, walking out of the room. Elizabeth watched as he did and sighed. Oh how she wished things had been done differently.

Elizabeth's eyes had been focused on the clock hanging on the wall before her. Her mind was wrapping around that time had been up. She knew that if Vincent hadn't came back by now, then there was no way to help Veronica. That simple realization made the already heavy feeling in her chest grow. No matter how many times she tried to shake the feeling, or even Elijah trying to calm her through the bond, nothing did it. She wasn't ready for this.

Her eyes were still focused on the clock even when she began to hear footsteps enter the courtyard. Hearing them made her take a deep breath before letting it out slowly. This was it. They were out of time and it needed to be done.

Turning around she saw Veronica, Malakai and Josh standing there. She gave them a small smile as she walked over to them. Even though there was nothing to smile about in that moment, she had always loved seeing her friends together in the same room. It often made her wonder what it would feel like to have everyone she loved in one place again. But the flaw in that was the girl standing in front of her. There wouldn't be another time where she would be in the room with them.

She came to a stop in front of Veronica and placed her hands on the girl's cheeks. "You know I hate this, right?" She asked as she looked into Veronica's eyes.

"I know." Veronica said with a slight nod of her head. "You have no reason to feel guilty about this." She placed her hands on top of Elizabeth's. "And I can do this compulsion free."

As veronica spoke the words, they didn't break, they didn't sound worried even in the slightest. Veronica understood what needed to be done and she was facing it head on. It made Elizabeth feel pride as she looked at the girl. Veronica was strong, wise beyond her years and Elizabeth hated that this was how her life was going to end. If she could have taken her out of the city, she would have.

"Have you thought about how you want this done?" Elizabeth asked. While it was a morbid question, she wanted Veronica to decide. She owed the girl that. She wasn't going to have Malakai kill her blindly.

"Something quick." Veronica said. This time there was a tremble in her voice. "Something I don't see coming."

Elizabeth nodded and looked over at Malakai, giving him a nod while pulling her hands away from Veronica's cheeks and holding on to her hands. She watched as he took a step back and moved behind Veronica before looking back at her. "Alright. I'll make sure that Vincent has you consecrated, if that is what you want."

Veronica smiled and nodded. "That would be nice. Thank you for everything. I um left a letter on the nightstand for my parents, can you send it to them for me?"

"Of course." Elizabeth said giving her a small smile. She was trying her best not to look at Malakai. She knew if she watched him, Veronica would see it in her eyes. "I'll make sure they get it."

Malakai watched the both of them for a moment as he stood behind Veronica. It hurt him to have to be the one to do this, but he knew Elizabeth wouldn't even be able to do it without undoing everything she had accomplished. It really didn't help that he had to pick the way to end this all. While there were different ways to end a vampire's life, he had problems even thinking of even one of them.

He listened as they continued to talk while he lifted his hand up. If he did this quickly, he was sure that Veronica wouldn't feel much of it. A simple push and pull would be enough to do it. He brought his arm back, ready to fling forward. But the moment his hand got even an inch away from Veronica's body, he was flung across the room by magic.

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