#i doubt katrina has a tag and if she does no ones going to look at it anyway lol

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hey taleblr did i ever say that i made P.I.E. in the sims (also katrina because i latched hard onto a character that was mentioned like one time)

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✨ Seven days of:

DAY #1.

✨ REQUEST: Congrats again on the 1000k, a testament to your awesome writing. Could I request bishop on a first date with a single Mother please ❤️

✨ MADE BY: @narfea

WORDS: about 1.5k

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted ❤

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It's the first time in years that you have a date, and you would be lying if you say that you aren't nervous, turning around in front of the mirror to check again how good that tight black dress fits your body. At first you were reticent to the idea, but Bishop has been insisting since he met you two months ago. When you threw over him a coffee, after being pushed by a rude customer in the cafeteria you work at.

Ready, sweetly perfumed and grabbing your bag and your jacket, you step out to the living room. Your five years old son is eating pizza on the sofa, while watching a cartoon movie on TV. You're worried of leaving him there, even if Grace is going to take care of him. She knows exactly where to find you in case something happened.

“Matt”. You call him, kneeling close to him. “Behave as the good little man you are, okay?”

“Yeah, mom. Have fun”. Wrapping your neck with his tiny arms, he leaves a short kiss in your lips.

“Te amo, mi chiquito”. You mumble, poking the tip of his nose.

Walking out of your house, by holding Bishop's arm, you can't help but feel excited for having some time with him with a bar between both and an awful boss with his eyes on you the whole shift. The man is happy too, showing it to you through the grin constantly installed on his face, guiding you to the black car stationed in front of your sidewalk. The moment he opens you the door, you know that he's pretty different from what you had heard about El Presidente of Mayans.

“Thank you”. You mumble for a second, taking a seat on the copilot place.

Talking about your day and some funny situation you have been through today, Bishop drives to the surrounds of Santo Padre, where a new mexican restaurant has opened a few weeks ago, close to the border.

It's such a nice place decorated with lights of all colors and typical stuff from Mexico, like poncho, big sparrow hats, katrinas and a lot of bottles of Don Julio. It has a huge and wide terrace, a crowded one with people from all around the both sides of the border, enjoying their dinner while talking. A bartender brings you to the booked table by Bishop on the last day, helping you to sit like a gentleman before taking a place in front of you.

“You like the site?”

“Yeah! It's really… beautiful. And it's the first time in, I don't know, like years that I don't have some time for me”. You confess them, while he intertwines his fingers with yours over the table. “Thank you. You know… for the date”.

“You don't have to. Sounds like I'm not going to have fun”.

His laugh infects you, shaking your head slightly before being interrupted by the same bartender, who has led you to your table minutes ago.

It's amazing how easy it is to open yourself to him, just like Bishop does. Since you sat there, you haven't stopped talking about everything. Work, hobbies, life, concerns about existence… You're not only discovering things about him, nice ones you must say, but about you too. Matt's father never let you talk this much, usually getting bored of whatever you like to speak about, or simply telling you not now, or I don't want to hear your shit. You have always felt off with him, until one day you decided to end that life of silence, of feeling small by his side, of living inhibited.

Now, it seems like you have a new opportunity with another man. A man who is respectful, who cares about you, about your son. A man who really looks like he wants to be with you. And even if you tried hard to not make illusions about it, you couldn't help it. You couldn't help but imagine how it would be to live under the same roof. How would be seeing Matt growing up with someone like Bishop.

But what feels like the perfect night is suspended by an unexpected call from Grace.

“Don't be scared, okay?”

You are already scared.

“Matt has fallen from the stairs. He's okay. He just has a bump, but we're in the hospital”.

Everything after that last word happens too fast. Bishop pays the bill and takes you to the car parked outside, driving quickly to the center town. Running through the hallways and dodging other people there, you find the waiting area.

Your son is sitting on Grace's lap, licking a lollipop and with his eyes reddened after crying. Throwing the sweet to the floor, he jumps to it to run towards you. Raising him up between your arms, you hold your kid against your chest as tight as you can.

“You okay, mijo?”

The man places a hand on the back of Matt's head, gently caressing it. He nods ashamed, resting his cheek against your chest.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

Your son shakes his head this time, wrapping your neck with his arms covered by his pajamas. You can see Bishop taking off his jacket to put it over him, showing you a sincere smile, before going to talk with Grace.

“I'm sorry, mama”.

“It's okay, baby, don't worry”. You sigh, leaving a soft kiss on his temple.

You feel bad for the man, having failed to enjoy the night you promised him. Having to act like your chofer, to bring you back home. And you feel bad for the illusions you have made, breaking into pieces inside you. You don't blame Matt, or Grace. You couldn't and it wouldn't be fair. You blame yourself, being aware that you were the one who should be taking care of your son. Because, yes, that could happen to you two, but you wouldn't drag anyone else to it.

After tucking Matt in bed and waiting for him to be asleep, you leave his door half-closed, coming back downstairs to the living room. Bishop is having a look at your photographs together, around the years, around California and that time you went to Disney.

“He is finally sleeping”. You say, calling his attention.

“He feels good?”

Pressing your lips, you shrug your shoulders.

“Listen… I'm so sorry about what happened. It's okay if you… don't wanna call me again, I would tot—”.

“And miss another adventure in the hospital?” He chuckles interrupting you, tilting his neck to a side. “This has been by far the best date I have ever had”.

You know he's just trying to add some humor to the night and you also know he's just trying to make you feel better, but that doesn't change the fact that you're aware he's not going to call you again, or to propose to you a second date.

“I have to leave, got to wake up early tomorrow”.

“Okay”.

With a hand on the back of your neck and another holding yours, he places his lips on your left cheek. A kiss that feels like a goodbye. Even if he shows you a last smile, you can't help but feel sad seeing him leaving your house.

Sitting on your sofa and pressing a cushion against your face, you let the tears filling your eyes wet the fabric. You don't want to wake up Matt, you don't want to make him feel bad for something that wasn't his fault.

Knocking on his door and opening it to find him reading a comic on his bed, you come in to caress his hair.

“Lunch is ready, baby”.

Tossing it over the mattress, he jumps off from it, to follow you to the kitchen. The bump is less swollen and he hasn't complained about it yet. Putting his plate full of macaroni with tomato and cheese in front of his face, you're about to sit too when the doorbell rings. Weirded out, you go to the entrance to attend the call by opening it.

Bishop turns around, taking off the sunglasses from his eyes, with a gentle smile drawn on his lips. You're surprised. And he's confused because of that.

“Can I come in?”

“Ye—Yeah”. You answer, taking some steps back to give him more space.

“How's him?”

“Feeling better. We just… started to eat lunch. Do you… wanna stay?”

You don't understand why he has come, but you're feeling again the tickles in your belly when he nods closing the door.

“Without counting yesterday, I'm not sure when it was the last time I ate something decent”.

Leaning towards you, he kisses your cheek again like last night. But this time, it feels different. It feels like you really have a second choice. And you can't help but hug him, with your arms around his middle back. Bishop chuckles embracing you without doubting, kissing your forehead before you hide your face under his chin.

“I was being serious last night, querida. I wouldn't let someone like you escape from me”.

[mskinkyafro]

Cooking For Two (Aurora & MC)

A/N: Hey everyone, I’m back with a new open heart fic! I’m excited and nervous to share this because it’s my first Aurora x mc fic. I haven’t wrote for her much so I tried to capture her as best I could. I just adore Aurora as a character and I wanted to showcase her friendship with Katrina more and how I envision it in between chapters. Which is more comfortable and friendly than what canon pushes. This is a super cute and fluffy piece that I hope you all enjoy!

*Platonic Pairing*: Aurora & MC 

Summary: Katrina & Aurora spend some time in the kitchen.

Side Note: This takes place some time after chapter 6 but before chapter 8. I plan to make more fics around these two and their friendship so if anyone enjoys reading about these two, I’ll make sure to add you to a tag list for any Aurora x MC fic I write.

After an extremely tiring day, Katrina was gratified to finally enter her apartment. Dropping her bag to the ground and kicking off her heels, she reclines back onto the closed door. Running her hand languidly through her hair eases some tension from her body.

“Home at last.” she sighs.

Only a minute passes before she adjusts to get up from her spot to make her way toward the stairs. Right as she takes a step, she feels a graze from a leather-like texture. Looking down, she sees a scowling tortoise greet her.

“Pistachio! I didn’t see you there, buddy. I’m sorry.”

Katrina bends down and picks up the tortoise and presses a small kiss to his head. His scowl leaves and a smile replaces it. Shaking her head in amusement, she puts him down and laughs. As she stands up straight and turns to head to her room, a loud crash followed by a stream of expletives stops her in her track. Spinning in the direction of the kitchen, Katrina rushes over to the next room only to find pans and silverware scattered on the floor, knocked over spices, and a panicked Aurora Emery wiping vigorously at spilled water.

“Fuck! Damn it!”

Katrina cautiously treads into the disarray room, unsure where she should lend a hand at first.

“Aurora? Are you okay?”

“Does it look like it?!”

Katrina shoots her a pointed look. Aurora sighs dejectedly as she gets up from her knees with a drenched rag in hand and carefully moves to ring it out over the sink.

“Sorry to snap on you-- I’m pissed.”

Katrina waves her hand freely.

“It’s fine. So you want to tell me what the hell happened here?”

Katrina reached to push a pile of vegetables to the center of the counter and picked up the topple vials of spices.

“I figured after a few rounds of cooking with Sienna that I could manage a simple dinner for you all. Clearly, I should’ve known better,” she says flinging the wet towel aggressively in the sink.

Aurora leans her back against the cool surface with her shoulders low. Her hand pressed firmly against her forehead. Katrina moves delicately across the damp wooden floor and stands next to the shorter woman and lays a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it in a gentle circular motion.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s not all a bust. This is salvageable.”

Aurora looks to meet Katrina’s gaze, her eyes full of sadness.

“How? Everyone else should be home soon. I’d have thirty minutes, max and the recipe takes at least an hour and a half. Besides, I made a mess.”

Katrina looks around them again and notices things she missed when she reached the kitchen; half-peeled potatoes, vegetable oil tipped over the stovetop, opened ground meat hanging dangerously close to the edge of another counter. She walks away from Aurora and starts to gather everything up and organize them in a fashionable order.

“First thing, depending on how you see it, I have good or bad news for you.”

“And that is?”

“Jackie and Sienna are working late on-call shifts tonight and Elijah said he was gonna get drinks with Sothy.”

“That sounds like good news to you? You can just say I did all this for nothing.”

“Wrong! Look at it this way. This can be practice for next time you make dinner for us. Which will be mishap-free and everyone will be home to enjoy it. Bonus, you get a culinary lesson from yours truly.” Katrina tells her as she wipes up some spilled oil with a paper towel.

“You’re willing to help me cook?” Aurora asks shyly.

“Of course! Sienna isn’t the only chef living here. Plus I love you girl, but I don’t think it's wise to leave you alone in the kitchen too long or you’ll burn the place down.” Katrina teases.

“Shut up,” she scoffs. Rolling her eyes playfully.

“Hey, I’m not a person who frequently burns breakfast.”

“Kat, that was one time.”

Katrina looks at Aurora incredulously. The shorter woman avoids eye contact and folds her arms to her chest as she mumbles.

“Fine, only one time in this household."

“Exactly. Look I’m gonna go change real quick. You gather all the vegetables in one pile and everything else and I’ll be back in a few.”

Katrina turns to leave the kitchen and heads to her room. Not much time passed before she returns in baggy red sweatpants and old white wife-beater pulling her hair back in a high puff. Looking around the kitchen and no longer seeing a chaotic scene before her, she stands next to Aurora in front of the stove. She clasps her hands together.

“You ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Don’t worry, this is gonna be fun and really easy once you do it more often. I promise.”

“If you say so.” Aurora deadpans. Katrina grins at the woman.

“First, before we begin we have to do the most important step when you begin cooking.”

“Wash our hands?”

Katrina pauses for a moment.

“Okay, the second most important thing?”

Aurora stares at her with a blank stare. With a sly smile, Katrina darts out the kitchen briefly before returning with a beat pill and her cell phone.

“Music, duh. You’re black. You should’ve known that.”

“Whatever,” she says with a bemused smile as she pushes a strand of her jet black hair behind her ear.

Katrina sets the speaker down and turns it on. In her other hand, she scrolls down her music library until her finger pauses and presses on the screen. A blast of soulful noise fills the air as Katrina grabs a large pot and fills it with water and sets it on the stovetop to boil. She shimmies pass Aurora and tosses a potato in her hands and holds out the vegetable peeler.

“Hey sister, go, sister, soul sister. Time to peel these po-tat-toes, po-tat-toes.”

Aurora reaches to grab the peeler and begins peeling the skin off into their trash can as she watches Katrina swing her hips in time with the music.

“Patti Labelle? Really, how old are you?”

“Hey, these are classics. The designated genre to listen to when you are about to throw down in the kitchen. Besides, that’s what makes the food taste even better.”

“Ah-huh, sure.”

Katrina sticks her tongue out playfully at Aurora who giggles at her antics. Katrina smiles to herself noticing that since attending her class reunion, Aurora has opened up more to everyone, finally finding her place. She continues her dancing while cutting up bell peppers and onions. Once she got them finely chopped, she bends down into the lower cabinets to pull out a large skillet and a large loaf pan and sets both on two inactive eyes on the stove. Peering over into the steaming pot and seeing the water bubble she calls out to Aurora.

“How’s it coming, my sous chef?”

Aurora moves to stand beside Katrina and brings the potatoes over, spilling the skinless starch over the counter.

“Finished. What’s next?”

“Okay. Chop them a quarter inch and then I’ll have you drop them into the boiling water and we’ll let them cook. Then you can season the meat.”

Aurora follows Katrina’s instructions as the taller woman lightly sautéed the previously chopped veggies in an oiled saucepan. The strong aroma filters through the air and in her peripheral view, Katrina notices Aurora inhales the scent. Kat takes note of the serene and warm smile that frequents Aurora's face lately. Spooning through the cooked veggies one last time, Katrina turns off the burner and sets the skillet aside to rest. She then reaches to set the ground beef next to Aurora as she prepares the wet ingredients for the recipe. Playfully, she bumps her hips into Aurora prompting the quiet woman to retaliate the same. To her surprise, Aurora dances along with the music, dropping it low before picking it back up.

“Umm, excuse me, Ms. Emery?! You’ve been holding out, girl! Since when have you had moves like that?!”

Throwing her words earlier back at her, Aurora replies with a smirk.

“I’m black, duh.”

“Okay, Ms. Smarty-Pants. How come you can’t cook, then?”

“The same reason why you can’t braid.”

“Damn, you didn’t have to come at me so hard.”

The two women laugh and continue ribbing the other as they continue the tasks at hand. Still chuckling, Katrina grabs the stalk of asparagus and drench them with olive oil and light salt before tossing them into an oven. Once she closes the oven door, she then turns back to Aurora who is now finishing up combining the last of the previously cooked veggies with the wet ingredients and seasoned beef. In her eyes, she looks up at Katrina, questioning that she’s doing things right. With a nod, the two women press the mixture into a loaf pan and place it alongside the rest of the food cooking.

“Okay, the meatloaf and asparagus are gonna take about 35min at least and we got a good 15 before we need to check the pot--”

Katrina freezes in place as she stops talking. Right as Aurora opens her mouth to question what’s wrong, Katrina reaches for her phone and clicks repeatedly on the button on the side, increasing the volume of the music as she begins to rap along obnoxiously loud.

“It's going down, fade to blackstreet

The homies got rb, collab' creations

Bump like acne,  no doubt I put it down,

Never slouch As long as my credit can vouch

A dog couldn't catch me ass out

Tell me who can stop when dre makin' moves

Attracting honeys like a magnet

Giving 'em eargasms with my mellow accent

Still moving this flavor,With the homies blackstreet and teddy

The original rump shakers”

She bounces along with the beat, swinging her arm around Aurora. Katrina was going to continue but is cut off by Aurora's own silky voice.

“Shorty get down, good lord, baby got 'em up open all over town

Strictly biz, she don't play around, cover much ground,

Got game by the pound Getting paid is her forte, Each and every day,

True player way I can't get her out of my mind, East side to the west side 

Pushin' phat rides, it's No surprise, She got tricks in the stash

Stacking up the cash, Fast when it comes to the gas

By no means average, She's on when she's gotta have it

Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in, Can I get down,

So I can win I like the way you work it, No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up”

Joy lights up in Katrina’s eyes as she urges Aurora to keep going. Together, the two both belt out the song and dance with each other. They shimmy and swing their hips to the next songs in the queue being as carefree as they can be. Time seems to have barely passed before, a timer goes off. Pausing to catch their breaths and control the giggles that escape their lips, Kat reaches to silent the alarm, while Aurora pulls out the food from the oven. Not too long after, the two set down the finished meatloaf, a bowl of mashed potatoes, and a platter of baked asparagus for the table. Aurora sets down two plate sets while Katrina grabs two wine glasses in one hand and carries an opened bottle of wine to the table and sits.

“Wine?”

“Oh yes, please. Definitely needed this.”

“Even more than this feast you prepared? Because it looks and smells amazing.”

As Aurora accepts a glass of wine, Katrina pinpoints a slight blush on her cheeks as she sips.

“Please, I hardly put this together.”

“Ah ah nope. Aurora, you did the grunt work. I just did little things. You totally did this. Enjoy it-- a matter of fact, relish in your success by taking the first bites.”

Nodding, Aurora gathers a healthy serving of everything onto her plate and takes a bite. A moan of satisfaction escapes.

“Damn, you make it sound really good. Let me test it out.” Katrina fixes her plate and once she places her fork into her mouth, it immediately goes back for more.

The two ate in silence minus the music from earlier playing softly in the background. Both preoccupied with the food in front of them. After a few minutes, Aurora speaks.

“I-- I really couldn’t have done this without your help Katrina. For taking the time to spend to teach me. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”

Katrina sets her fork down and takes a few sips of her wine.

“It’s nothing. I’m happy you had fun tonight because I did too. I’m more than happy to make a repeat of it if you’re up to it.”

 “I’d like that,” Aurora says with a bright smile. 

The two talk as they ate, enjoying the rest of their evening.

[promptoargentumsgirlfriend]

A Wish Worth Granting - Claude/Katrina

Aka, I wanted to write self-indulgent bullshit and this has been sitting in my head for months now. Also I haven’t written anything for this ship aside from two drabbles and I wanted to fix that. I will certainly be writing more, especially if this Claude mood keeps going. I’ll include the AO3 link later, since tumblr doesn’t like adding links to posts. So have this Claude/Katrina Goddess Tower scene. Enjoy!

Tagging @getitfrenchship @sugarnspiceselfshipisnice @lunaeloves @angelfairy-ships @zenith-art @royalnpc

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Katrina let out a sigh of relief as she stepped out into the fresh air of the monastery grounds. The ball was fun and getting to dance was a great time, but she needed a moment of quiet. She wasn’t used to dealing with huge events like this, and she felt drained being around so many people. No one would mind if she stepped out for a while. The night air felt cool and refreshing as she walked around the empty grounds, lost in her thoughts. They eventually went to a legend she’d heard other students talking about. “On the last night of the Ethereal Moon, the same night as the ball, if a man and a woman go to the Goddess Tower and make a wish, it’s sure to come true…” she muttered to herself, recalling the rumor. The idea had crossed her mind more than once, but ultimately she didn’t ask the one she’d want to meet there. He’d think it was silly anyway. Still though, perhaps it was worth going there? Without thinking much more about it, she made her way over.

No one was there, luckily she hadn’t ruined someone else’s meeting, and thankfully she hadn’t ran into someone like Ferdinand or Lorenz. But she was still the only one there. “Well, it’s not like I was expecting anything else,” she said, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice. “I mean, what’re the odds that he’d actually be here and have the same idea as me?”

“I’m not sure, maybe you should ask me yourself?” A playful voice asked from behind. Katrina turned around and was face to face with none other than Claude von Riegan, her house leader and fiance, a devilish yet charming grin on his face. Of course he’d followed her without her noticing. That was just the kind of thing he was capable of.

“Alright, why’d you follow me?” she asked, crossing her arms as she smirked back at him.

“I just so happened to see you leave the ball and got curious. You were having so much fun before, but then you were gone. Can’t I be worried about the girl I love?”

“Of course you can, I just didn’t think you’d admit to that so easily.”

“What can I say? You do things to me, Katrina. Things I didn’t expect anyone to be able to pull off.”

“Well then, guess I’m more special than I thought!” she laughed, feeling proud of herself. “But I’m fine, I just needed to step away for a bit. I’m not used to fancy parties with lots of people.”

“What a coincidence, neither am I,” The two laughed, enjoying each other's company. “Though I doubt it’s a coincidence you came here to the Goddess Tower, am I right?”

Katrina froze, silently cursing Claude for being so perceptive. Sometimes he was too good at figuring things out. “You’re right,” she sighed, looking down at her feet. “I was sorta hoping that I’d find you here.”

“Let me guess, you heard the rumor about this place?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow and an ever growing smirk.

Katrina felt her face get warmer, and began cursing herself for being unable to not get flustered around him. Why did he have to know just how to push her buttons? She was going to make sure that wouldn’t be a problem one of these days, maybe then she’d be the one to fluster him even! That’d be nice. “Of course I’ve heard the rumors,” she admitted. “It’s hard not to. I mean, a man and a woman having their wishes granted by the Goddess if they come here on this night? Of course I’d be interested. Though you probably think it’s all silly nonsense.”

She looked back up towards Claude, seeing a thoughtful look on his face. “Perhaps, but stranger things have happened,” he said. “Maybe the Goddess does come down here to grant wishes, maybe she doesn’t. Only way to know for sure is if we try it out.”

“Wait, seriously? You actually want to do this?”

“I mean, it probably is just a legend, but there’s no harm in trying. Besides, maybe I just want an excuse to spend some time alone with you.”

“Like you need to use this as an excuse, I’d spend time with you no matter what and we both know it.”

“Aww, just let me have my fun. Besides, I’m certain you have a wish you want to come true, right?”

Of course she did. If she thought about it enough, she’d probably have a list of wishes she’d want to come true. But there was only one wish that mattered the most, one wish that would no doubt lead to the others coming true. “Alright then, let’s do it. Let’s make those wishes and pray to the Goddess.”

The two of them stood there in silence, praying to the Goddess to help grant their wishes. Katrina couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Claude since he wasn’t looking, he looked beautiful underneath the night sky. Or rather, he looked even more beautiful. He looked handsome no matter what, but that wasn’t the point. She looked away before he could notice her and tease her for it, as he tended to do.

The silence was broken by Claude. “So then, what’d you wish for?” he asked.

“Nope, not telling!” she said, figuring it was a good time to turn his own tactics against him. Spending time with Claude had definitely caused her to develop a more rebellious side, or perhaps it was always there and never had the chance to shine through in her restrictive home. She could think more about that later. “That is, not until you tell me yours.”

Claude couldn’t help but chuckle. He liked seeing this side of her, she was a free spirit trapped under the whims of her family and he wanted to break her free from those chains. “Alright, if I must,” he said.

“My wish is to see my ambitions come to fruition. I’ve got big plans for Fodlan, and I can’t achieve them on wishes alone. I’m going to change Fodlan, break down the barriers and open the path to a brighter future. Of course, you’ll probably be there as I make it happen. Might even give me a helping hand.”

Katrina smiled. She already knew of his ambitions, even if he wouldn’t divulge the big details. It was a goal she wished to see come true someday, no, she knew it would come true. Claude was the kind of person who’d make those dreams a reality. “No surprise there, I suppose.” she said.

Claude chuckled, playfully bumping his elbow into her arm. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve told you all this before,” he said. “Now what about you? What is the wish that Katrina von Richter would ask of the Goddess?”

Well, might as well tell him. “Simple. My wish is to always be by your side, no matter what stands in my way.”

“I mean, we’re already set to be married, is that seriously the only thing you wished for?” Claude asked, confused that she’d ask for something like that.

“I don’t mean like our marriage, though by now I obviously want that more than I ever did before,” she explained. “I mean I want to be there to see your ambitions though, no matter what challenges we may face. I want to be there by your side, marriage or not, and make sure that dream comes true. Because I trust you with everything, even my own life,”

Claude paused. Did she...say that she’d trust him with her life? He knew she loved him, he loved her as well, but to put that much faith in him? It wasn’t as if they’d known each other for years or anything like that. “Not that I don’t mind the responsibility, but don’t you think that’s too much risk?” he asked, hiding his own worries.

“No. Not at all,” she responded, a smile on her face. “Because I trust you. I trust you more than anything else in my life. I mean, all the friends I’ve made here are important and I wouldn’t want to lose them, but you’re the one person who I can see giving my life to. You know me better than I probably know myself, and I know more about you than I think you know. And it’s because of that that I can trust you with everything I have. I know you have a hard time opening up to others, and I don’t blame you for being that way, but I’m willing to break down my own walls and I want to let you in. And hopefully you feel the same,”

Claude couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Well, he could, Katrina didn’t just say things without meaning, but he still couldn’t believe this was happening. He never thought the arranged marriage to a small noble would lead to this. She truly trusted him, she had unbreakable trust in him, she loved him with all her heart. Had Claude been a more vulnerable man, he’d probably have started crying on the spot, but even though he wanted to he couldn’t.

“Honestly, I don’t care about Fodlan. Not that I want it gone or anything, but it doesn’t matter to me. I’d follow you to Almyra to make your dreams a reality. I’d leave this place behind in a heartbeat if needed and throw away my status as a noble without a second thought. I’ve made up my mind to help you, and obtain my happiness that way. And I don’t care what my family says,” She walked closer to him, taking his hand in hers. “Because you make me happy, you make me feel like I’m actually somebody, and they’ve never done that. So I’ll go to the ends of the earth for you. My sword will fight for you, for us, for the brighter future you’ve envisioned.”

Claude found himself speechless. She’d poured her heart out to him before, but this? This was different. He knew he loved her, and this just solidified his love. In that moment, the light of the moon shining on Katrina and reflecting in her eyes made her look even more beautiful. This was the Katrina he’d wanted to see, and while he wanted to tell her that she didn’t need to give her life to him, the words just wouldn’t come. He was truly stunned by her drive to stay by him. That was probably the sweetest gesture anyone could ever make. She really was special.

The silence must’ve been too much, as Katrina started to look away nervously. “Sorry, I uh, kinda rambled there, huh? But I truly meant what I said, you know. Maybe we should just, um, go back to the ball or something? Before this gets any more awkward?”

But before she could try to leave, Claude pulled her closer, planting his lips directly on her own. Katrina was shocked, but welcomed the kiss, melting into it as she kissed him back and wrapped her arms around him. In that moment, it was like nothing else existed, just the two of them. As far as she cared, this moment could last forever.

But of course, no moment can, and Claude’s lips slowly left hers. He smiled his usual smirk at her, but something about it felt different, more genuine. The look in his eyes felt softer as well, she just wanted to keep staring at them. Perhaps her words had more of an effect on him than she’d thought. “I think that’s a wonderful wish,” he finally said. “And it’s one I’ll make sure comes true.”

She was almost certainly blushing by that point, but for once she didn’t care. “We’ll make sure our dreams become reality, no matter what.” she said.

Claude removed her from her embrace. “And maybe the Goddess will make sure they become true,” he chuckled. He took his hand in hers, ready to lead her away. “But for now, perhaps I could get another dance from the most beautiful woman in Fodlan?”

Katrina smiled, ready to follow him wherever life took them. “Of course you can, it’d be my honor. Perhaps you could teach me another dance from your homeland? And maybe we can do it underneath the moonlight instead of going back to the ball?”

“If that is what you wish.”

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Fall For You - Chapter 2

Characters - Jax Teller x OFC (Katrina)

Summary - Katrina leaves an abuse relationship and heads home after finding out about her father’s passing. Old feelings come back to the surface for a person from her past. Story will follow the events of the show as much as possible. How might have Jax’s story changed with a different woman in his life

Word Count - 2236

Warnings - NSFW, Hardcore Smut, Violence, Angst, Adult Language, Dark Themes, Fluff, Miscarriage, Pregnancy, Accident, Mentions of Physical and Emotional Abuse, Self-Harm.

Will add to the warnings as the story progresses. Warnings cover the whole series. Some parts will be more mild than others.

A/N - Feedback is welcomed and encouraged, and may help motivate me to continue. All mistakes are my own. If you would like to be tagged in future parts, please send me an ask to be added to the list. 

Katrina has spent most of the day cleaning the house, and all of her hard work has definitely paid off. The kitchen was nearly spotless and she was just finishing up with the living room when she hears the doorbell ring. Her stomach sinks, and she feels a lump forming in her throat. She has no doubt about who is standing on the other side of the door. She only wishes she had a little more time to prepare herself for it. She lays the rag she was dusting with on the coffee table and goes to answer the door.

Piercing blue eyes are staring at her as she opens the front door. Jax Teller…. The one person she was hoping to avoid while she was in town. He flashes her a smirk of a smile as she holds the door open for him to enter the house.

“Hey Darlin’, Ma told me you were back in town. Had to come check it out for myself.” Jax flashes her his sexy as hell smile, causing her insides to feel like they were melting. It seems like it’s been a lifetime ago since she has seen him. His appearance hasn’t changed a whole lot from what she remembers. He has a little more facial hair, and his hair might be just a bit longer than it used to be. He seems to have bulked up some compared to the scrawny kid he was in high school. The biggest difference in his appearance is the kutte that he now wears, with Sons of Anarchy and the reaper emblazoned on the back. She was however a little surprised to see the Vice President patch on the front.

“Yeah, I came back to take care of my father’s affairs. Come to find out, Samcro has already taken care of most of it for me.” Katrina replies, raising an eyebrow at him.

“We only thought it was right, given the fact that he’s been working at Teller-Morrow for as long as he has. That, and we had no idea on how to get ahold of you to let you know what happened. I came by to offer you my condolences on losing him, as well as, to invite you to Mom’s house for dinner tomorrow evening. Gemma wants to have a big get together in remembrance of him.” Jax says solemnly.

Katrina groans inwardly. She really didn’t want her father’s passing to be a big fuss. He was an asshole to her, and it’s getting harder for her to pretend that she gives a shit about what happens to him. It’s going to be hard enough to play the grieving daughter at the funeral tomorrow. Now she’s going to have to go to a dinner to reminisce about him, when most all of her memories about him were of when he treated her like garbage, physically and mentally abusing her. However, if she doesn’t go to the dinner, she’ll piss off the matriarch of the Samcro family, and god forbid she does that.

“Yeah…sure, that sounds great. It’ll be nice to see everyone again.” She tries to sound more excited about it than she is.

“Great. I’ll let Mom know. She’ll be happy.” Jax smiles at her, looking forward to spending more time with her, despite the circumstances. There are so many questions he wants to ask her, like why she left, where she’s been, what she’s been doing, but he doesn't feel now is the time to be bombarding her with questions. He does however reach out and lightly brushes his thumb over the bruise around her eye, feeling a spark of anger that anyone would dare raise a hand to her. “How did this happen?” He inquires, concern in his eyes.

Katrina pushes a stray hair behind her ear, as she lowers her eyes. Her heart is pounding being this close to Jax again. She was really hoping he wouldn’t notice the bruise, since she really didn’t want to talk about it. It was between her and her ex. “It’s nothing, I just got hit by a ball at the park.” Katrina lies, wanting Jax to just drop it.

Jax doesn’t fall for Katrina’s explanation, but he can sense that it is a sore subject for her, so he doesn’t press her further on the matter. Instead, he takes in her appearance. Her long wavy black hair, with a hint of burgundy. Her slim yet muscularly tone body. The 4 or 5 tattoos that now covered most of her arms. He can’t help but be a little curious as to what other areas of her body are now adorned with ink. She carries herself a little differently than he remembers, and her body has filled out, in all the right places, compared to their teenage years. Everything about her takes his breath away. He is surprised to feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach at being near her after all this time. Blood starts rushing down to his lower regions causing him to feel a little nervous. It takes all of his will power not to draw her into his embrace, and not let her go.

Jax tries to get his mind off of what he’d like to do to Katrina, when he remembers seeing the red Harley sportster in the driveway. “Is that your bike outside?”

“Yeah, it is. I bought it a few years ago.” Katrina is thankful he doesn’t press her on the bruise.

“I remember when you begged me to teach you how to ride after you got your driver’s license.” Jax reminisces. He was shocked that she wanted to learn. Most girls are too afraid to get on a bike, much less ride their own. “You were fearless, unlike Tara, who took months to begging to just get her to ride on the back with me.” Jax chuckles thinking about it.

Katrina smiles thinking about the surprise on Jax’s face when she asked him. You would have thought she had sprouted a second head with the look he gave her. “You always looked so free when you were on your bike…and happy. I wanted to feel that too.”

Jax smiles at her as he bites his tongue. He wants to ask her where she went after she left town, but he doesn’t want to push her. It’s nice thinking about the old days but he can still feel the pain in his heart from when she left. It hurt worse than he thought it would, since it wasn’t like they were dating back then. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up that she might stick around, but he can’t help but be terrified that she’s going to leave as soon as her father is buried.

“Well it’s getting late, and I still have some things to get done before the service tomorrow.” Katrina gently tries to get Jax to leave.

Jax looks a little crestfallen at her hint. “Of course. If there’s anything you need, just let me know.” Jax gives her a friendly hug, trying not to make it awkward, before he heads to the door. 

“Thank you.” Katrina replies as she follows him to the door, holding it open as he walks out. 

Jax gives her a little wave as he gets on his bike. She watches him as he backs his Harley out of her driveway then takes off down the street. The sound from his exhaust rattling the windows a little until the sound fades away. Katrina releases the breath she didn't realize she was holding, and slowly closes the door. Standing with her back against the door, she tries to calm her racing heart. The images of their time together when they were younger rushing in her mind. Playing cops and robbers out back of the garage at Teller-Morrow. Riding their bikes all over Charming. Sneaking off to the pond to cool off on those hot summer days. Hanging out on the roof of the clubhouse. They were practically inseparable when they were kids.

Then the memories of Jax with Tara in high school came back to her, and she was reminded of why she left Charming. When Jax started dating Tara, it was like she disappeared. He was always spending time with Tara, and when he wasn’t, he was talking about how great she was. Tara had Jax wrapped around her little finger, and he didn’t even realize it. Katrina had had feelings for Jax ever since they were kids, but she had always been afraid to tell him. Afraid that he didn’t feel the same way and it would ruin their friendship. She didn’t realize how strong those feeling were until Jax started dating someone else, and by then Katrina felt it was too late to doing anything about those feelings. Anything she would have said to Jax would have just come off as her trying to come between him and Tara. As much as she wanted to be with him, she wanted Jax to be happy more, even if that meant taking a step back. Unfortunately for her, that meant leaving town, because it was too painful to see him with someone else.

Katrina sighs at the emotions running through her. Shaking her head she chides herself for letting Jax get to her, with only spending a brief moment with him. She can’t help but dread more than just the funeral tomorrow, after seeing how  her body and mind seems to want to betray her. She needs to focus on the task at hand, and get out of Charming as soon as possible.

Katrina heads back to her father’s bedroom to finish going through some of his things. She wants to save some of the important things, like family heirlooms, and probably donate the rest of the stuff. The quicker she goes through everything in the house, the quicker she can get it listed for sale, the quicker she gets out of town. 

When she opens the door to the closet, she spots an old tool box in the corner, under some blankets. She remembers vaguely that her father put some of her mom’s jewelry in that box after she passed. He never let her look inside it, so she had no idea what other trinkets might be stowed away in it. She pulls it out of the closet and carries it into the living room to place it on the coffee table. The box has multiple drawers to it and a lid on the top, unfortunately it also has a lock on the front of it. She heads back into the bedroom, to see if she can find a key to it. She searches in all the drawers and finally finds a set of keys in the nightstand. She goes back into the living room and tries the all the keys until she finally finds the right one to the box. The lid pops open after she unlatches it. 

She finds old documents.The title to his car that he wrecked, to the old dodge challenger sitting out in the garage, the title to the house. She also finds her parents marriage certificate, their birth certificates, and her mom’s death certificate. There was also a stack of old photos. Some of her parents when they were younger, some of who she assumes are their parents and siblings. Katrina had never met her grandparents, because they had all passed before she was born, or least that’s what they told her. Her father never talked about his family, so she really didn’t know a whole lot about them, other than they had lived on a reservation in South Dakota. 

She opens some of the drawers, and as she expected, she found some of her mom’s jewelry. Most importantly, her wedding ring. Katrina feels tears gathering in her eyes as she looks the ring over. She remembers seeing the ring on her mom hand, and how beautiful she thought it was. Hoping one day she’d have a beautiful ring like that on her finger. She put the ring back in its box, then opened another drawer. She finds a beautiful eagle feather with some native symbols painted on it. It’s leather wrapped with beads hanging from some fringe. Underneath it she finds a photo of her father dressed as a Lakota dancer at a pow wow. He has on a beautiful warbonnet, beaded leather bands around his upper arms, hair-pipe breastplate, loin cloth and beaded moccasins. He looked every bit a traditional Lakota warrior, with his face painted and his hair long. He was holding the feather in his hand in the photo. She had never seen this photo, or this side of him, and she wished he would have shared it with her. She wished he would have told her more about his family and past. She can’t help but wonder if something bad had happened to him, causing him to leave his family and never talk about them.

Katrina puts the feather next to her bag to take with her in the morning. She puts the box off to the side and gets ready for bed, not realizing how much time had passed looking over all the items and remembering the past. She’ll be relieved when all of this is behind her. She just has to get through tomorrow.

Prologue  Chapter 1

Tagging: @momc95 @jerseynurse82

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ClexaCon: Day 1

Okay, Let me attempt to do something like organize my thoughts here. Photos will come later, ones that come at all; mostly there are professional photos, videos, and gifs available of the noteworthy moments, and I intend to reblog a lot of those later. In the meantime, my photos are on my phone, and the Tumblr app is eating anything I attempt to post with photos.

So. I’m going to try to do this chronologically because it’s how I tried to organize my brain, and I feel clearer than I have in a while. Panel titles or events in bold. Fandom and personal stuff is included, multishipping probably rampant because I just want my faves happy, alright???

Under the cut because long. Day 1 only because long, and because by time I got near the end of typing this, it was after midnight and I was getting less coherent.

Exploring Gender through Cosplay

As often as I cosplay, mine are fairly casual, and I’d never actually gotten a good chance to attend a cosplay panel of any sort with a clear mind. This was pretty awesome, all the different things you can do to change not only the costume but also your appearance, really make the cosplay work. A lot of the sentiment/message besides the practical application stuff was just “have fun, don’t be an ass, think about the character.” All good advice.

One of the panelists was visibly uncomfortable with his cosplay during the panel. It was understandable, but he looked great anyway and still gave great information and asides and personal experiences, and I’d love to see him do a panel where he’s more comfortable.

One Day at a Time

Okay, so one of the things I LOVE about this con and haven’t seen at the couple others I’ve been to is the intro videos. For each of the big panels, they’ve played a video beforehand, about the pairing or the character. If you’re rusty on the details, it’s a great refresher, and if you love the character or pairing, it’s just fantastic to watch. I believe they included these and the actress reactions in the official videos they’ve been posting. They’re great, super shippy, and I’ve teared up or cried at more than one.

ODAAT is one of the ones that made me teary, because it touched on Elena and her Papi and then how happy she and Syd are and just...

Emotions, y’all. I’ve got them.

Anyway, it was great. Isabella seemed pretty comfortable speaking, very aware of her presence and her platform. Sheridan was a little more like Syd, a little awkward and a lot geeky (like most of my favorite people, let’s be real). My takeaways from this panel were basically just that they both love Schnider and working with his actor, and that I ship Syd and Elena even harder now.

An executive producer got a call during the panel, and Isabella thought maybe it was about being picked up by a different network, but it ended up being Rita Moreno calling in, which was fantastic except how disappointed Isabella was. Not that she was unprofessional or pouty or anything, just there were a few moments of almost being able to FEEL how much this cast wants the show to keep going, and how much they love each other.

Avalance

Omg. I mean, okay, if you’re following me, you should probably go watch both Avalance and Nyssara panel videos. They’ll do a much better job of relaying anything factual than I will, so I’m mostly focusing on my reactions.

My reactions started with that damned intro vid, because holy hell, Sara and Ava are hot, and have awesome chemistry, and they’re both smart and strong and amazing and I am so, so, so not straight.

Uh. Where was I.

Highlights for me, in no particular order.

Okay, usually celebs look like people in real life, like real people or like their characters. Caity Lotz is MORE attractive in person than she is on tv. HOW THE FUCK IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE

Jes is kinda amazing as a person and actress and I intend to watch everything she’s in after this weekend. She cares deeply, which I know she shares with Ava, but unlike Ava who hides behind the professional shield, Jes just seemed so warm and real and disbelieving of how much people like her. She was having a very emotional day because she’d lost someone she cared about, and when she shared that, I doubt there was a dry eye in the room. The depth of her feeling was almost palpable.

Jes kept reaching out and touching Caity, who was much more physically reserved just in general. Caity is very obviously more familiar with the con circuit, which doesn’t mean she doesn’t care or anything! Just, how many of these could any living person do while still caring deeply and genuinely about every person they talk to? I suspect people have to distance themselves some eventually. Caity wasn’t cold, just more reserved.

Katrina interrupting was the best thing ever. It’s been giffed already. Go find it.

I loved hearing about the tango, about navigating a situation where there are two women who naturally want to take the lead. The lines blurred between where they were talking about themselves as actresses navigating a scene and their characters as people navigating a relationship, and it felt very real and lovely. Hilarious, too, because of course everyone in the Arrowverse (excuse me, Beeboverse) is gorgeous AND smart AND funny.

I’m glad they’re not really broken up I guess? The actresses seemed a little unsure because they filmed a lot of different takes with some differing implications, but they’re not on board with the “on again, off again” thing any more than I am, which is good. On is good.

End of the panel, people sitting behind us (oh! chronological order! I made a friend waiting in line for the ODAAT panel and we’ve mostly stuck together this weekend. She’s not LGBT and hasn’t watched any of the shows but she loves PEOPLE and is trying to learn and has had a lot of cool life experiences. Anyway. If I say “we” or “us” I probably mean me and friend, unless otherwise specified.)

Uh. Right. So. The people sitting behind us were like, “Hey, do you two want tickets to Cocktails for Change?” At first I thought she was trying to sell them, and I already knew I couldn’t afford that, just like I couldn’t afford the Caity/Jes/Katrina photo op I wanted (not complaint, just statement of fact! I got to go and I got to buy the photo op with Caity and I got a hotel room for a couple nights). Then she clarifies that she and her person (I’m gonna go with that when relationship isn’t clear. But oh, the number of happy wlw couples there was just amazing, and at some point I defaulted to assuming anyone there together was together, which wasn’t accurate, but it’s what I was seeing and delighting in and WE NEED MORE REPRESENTATION and omg keep a single train of thought, Kita). The two of them had bought two extra tickets they couldn’t use, couldn’t refund, and hadn’t been able to sell, so they were offering them to us so that somebody would enjoy them.

OMG. Like, who does that? What level of awesomeness to gift two separate $250 tickets to complete strangers??

I helped friend navigate the transfer process and helped her create an eventbrite account, and then we had the tickets, at which point I actually believe it was happening. And then AND THEN

Because clearly that wasn’t enough

they said “oh, we can’t make the trio photo op today, do you want it?”

Do

Do I

DO I

I still can’t believe they were for real, with that level of awesome. I checked like probably way too many times to make sure they were SURE because

yeah. Made my entire year, at minimum. 

Photo Ops

Got the photo op with Caity first. I’ll do pics separately after I scan them; they’re particularly glossy or something and my cell phone is doing a horrible job. So I go in dressed in my femme Snart cosplay, have enough presence of mind to ask (or point? I may have only managed pointing) to stand on her right side because I wanted to be able to hold the cold gun in my right hand.

“Hey, Cold,” she said to me.

HEY COLD

SHE RECOGNIZED WHO I WAS DRESSED AS OMGGGGGG

and did I mention fucking gorgeous beyond belief and amazing to boot? 

Anyway. She’s also smiling much bigger in my pic with just her than in the next one, when I didn’t have my gun, and I like to think it’s because she still thinks fondly of snart. Captain canary 4eva. Another thing on Saturday I’ll get to in my next post, equally small but equally “omg yessss she still ships it” to my mildly obsessed brain.

Obviously, after they took the pic, I walked blindly in the wrong direction and would’ve walked smack into the makeshift wall if the volunteers hadn’t steered me in the right direction. I don’t usually get star struck, but if it was going to happen, it was going to be with Caity Lotz, so it wasn’t actually a surprise.

Round two, trio photo, and I ended up between Caity and Katrina, who draped herself on my shoulder as she often does for pics. I’ll get to Katrina more for Day 2, but she just seemed very at ease, maybe the most comfortable person in any given room.

After photo ops I practically ran back to my car while still trying to recover, checked into and got settled into my hotel room, changed shoes (omg, as good as those boots are for a couple hours, after ten hours and two miles and lots of standing, my feet STILL hurt day+ later), and then headed back to the venue.

Cocktails for Change

So this was cool just to exist in a room with the celebrities (the theory behind the event and the price tag being you get to interact). We (friend and the people who gave us the tickets and a 5th potential friend we picked up while waiting in line) got to talk to an actress from Wynona (which I apparently badly need to watch. my to-watch list doubled this weekend), and then friend got Jes to agree to come over. That made me love Jes even more because her handlers kept trying to get her to go a different direction after she talked to one table for like half of the time, and Jes pointed at our table, strong and confident and I AM DOING THIS BECAUSE I SAID I WOULD.

I mean, idk what she actually said, but that was her not-subtle body language.

It had to be terribly frustrating for the handlers, who, even though they only got her to three tables total, did a better job with her than they did with most of the celebs. However, I wanted to applaud Jes.

Most of the celebs kept to themselves, or to their partners. Dot was like 5 feet from me for a good 20 minutes, and my inner gleek was ecstatic. Amber Benson was only a few feet farther for about the same amount of time. For her, I actually tried to go say hi, but she was absorbed in conversation with someone else and I didn’t want to interrupt. We made eye contact, though, so that was cool. Katrina, meanwhile, kinda starting circling and then was just like “Nah,” and she went and sprawled on a chair at the side of the room, again the most comfortable looking person there, and just let everyone come to her. Which, honestly, probably would be my recommendation if they change things for this event next year. Clearly, steering the talent to different tables isn’t working, so maybe steer the attendees instead.

Still, it was awesome, and I went back to my room and freaked out about OMG HOW IS MY LIFE THIS AWESOME before crashing hard.

Which I’m gonna do again now. Day 2 post tomorrowish.

[ellie-bee242]

My Heart Bleeds For You-Epilogue

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR FOLLOWING MY STORY TO THE END, I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!

I set up a survey to get your guys’ feedback on what you wanted to see for the epilogue and it was pretty close (out of 11 votes lol) but I have to go with the majority vote.

THIS CHAPTER IS SET FOUR YEARS AFTER THE EVENTS OF LAST CHAPTER!!

Also this chapter shows the more fluffy marshmallow Mitch Rapp that we see in the trailer before Katrina died. Admit it, he was a total cheese ball.

Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: All Of Me (epilogue)

Song rec: All Of Me by John Legend

Tagged: @iknowisoundcrazy, @confidentrose, @amethystmerm4id, @iloveteenwolf24

Word count: 2,566 words.

Warnings: light swearing (of course), talks of sex/sex acts, overwhelming amounts of cotton candy (my term for that sweet, sweet fluff), 

“(Y/N) please don’t do this. I thought you loved me. I thought we were a team.” Mitch said, staring at her as she held the pistol up to him, aimed at his head.

“I guess you were wrong.”

She squeezed the trigger and Mitch flinched as he got sprayed with a blast of water.

“That’s it! You’re going in the pool for that!” He decided and she screamed before dropping the empty water gun and running from the back yard towards the front. “Come back here! You betrayed me and you have to pay for it!” He called.

She got the gate open and raced into the front yard of the house, shouting “NOW NOW NOW!” as she went. Mitch came through the gate and immediately got soaked by the spray of a hose, held by a little dark haired girl who was giggling like a maniac.

“Got you daddy!” She shouted happily as (Y/N) turned off the hose.

“Yeah you sure did, Lilly petal.” He laughed as he wiped water from his eyes. He looked down at his dripping t-shirt and swim trunks and shook his head. “And now I’m gonna return the favor!” He growled in a monster-like voice. Lilly squealed and ran towards (Y/N).

“Mommy is the safe zone!” She declared.

“Mommy is no such thing, you are my sacrifice so he doesn’t come after me!” She laughed, stepping back so Mitch could scoop her up and give her a big bear hug, transferring the water that was on his shirt to hers. She squealed and shoved against his shoulders.

“Daddy! Let me go!” She demanded.

“Not until you give me a kiss!” He grinned and she immediately smacked a loud, exaggerated, kiss to his cheek. He set her down and she ran away to a safe distance.

“You still gotta toss mommy in the pool!” She told him. He grinned and turned to (Y/N). She lifted her hands to ward him off, her wedding band glinting in the afternoon sun.

“You do it and you’re sleeping on the couch for a week!” She warned.

“You were on my team, but you shot me in the face!” He snorted. “If anyone’s getting sofa city, it’s gonna be you sweetheart.” He taunted as he stalked towards her.

“I’m not afraid to drop you in front of your own daughter, Mitch Rapp!” She warned, pointing a motherly finger at him.

“I doubt you’ll have the time, (Y/N) Rapp.” He teased before lunging for her. She screamed as he lifted her princess style in his arms and started carrying her towards the the back yard.

“Mitch, please, please don’t! It’s cold!” She begged.

“What do I get if I listen?” He asked, pausing to talk to her.

“A happy wife?” She offered. He started walking again. “Okay, okay!” She shouted quickly, squirming frantically in his arms. He paused and rose a questioning brow. “A verbal coupon for a blowjob, redeemable whenever.” She whispered to him. He grinned and set her on her feet.

“Sorry kiddo, no tossing mommy in the pool today. She’s not feeling good.” He excused.

“Awwww.” She whined and stamped her foot. When that response didn’t get her anywhere she kicked at the grass grumpily.

“Lillian Katrina Rapp.... No tantrums.” (Y/N) warned, stopping it before it started. “Otherwise daddy’s gonna toss you in.” She added teasingly.

“I hope you’re talking about him tossing her in the dryer, your kid looks soaked.” Elle’s voice piped up from the sidewalk. Mitch hurried over to take the cooler from her hands. “Oh c’mon, it was empty.” She complained.

“Yeah, but you’re already carrying precious cargo.” He gave a pointed look to her stomach. She grinned and rested a hand over the growing bump.

“Okay true. I guess I’ll just laze about while you and Maria do all the heavy lifting.” She joked.

“(Y/N) will help too.” He chuckled.

“She will not.” The blonde huffed.

“Why not?”

“Because someone has to keep me company.” She said like it was obvious as she grabbed her friend’s arm and started walking with her towards the back yard. Mitch watched them walk away with a grin as they started chatting about how Elle was started to feel the baby kick and how it was keeping her up at night.

“Lilly, you wanna help me carry some stuff?” He asked and watched his daughter skip forward to take the small cooler from him to drag it to the back yard.

“I can’t believe she’s already four.” A short brunette said as she came up next to him.

“I know, it’s crazy. By the way, hey Maria.” He greeted offering up an arm for a hug. She looked at his wet clothes and rose an eyebrow. “Right.” He chuckled. She piled things into his arms and then grabbed a couple bags herself.

“This is a lot of food for a five person barbecue.” He quipped.

“I will not sleep on the couch because I did not bring enough food for Elle.” She snorted.

“Okay, point taken.” He agreed. “Is that everything or do we need an actual fork lift?”

“That’s everything.” She closed the trunk and grabbed a few things that were threatening to topple off the top of her own pile. “Now, if you drop anything I’m telling Elle.”

“That’s cold.” He accused.

“I’m not taking the fall for you! I’m the one that has to live with her! You get to send her away.” She laughed.

“Yeah after we all eat. Until then I get to deal with her complaining, ‘I can’t believe you dropped my chips’.” He mimicked.

“You dropped my chips?!” Elle’s voice shouted.

“No! They’re fine!” He promised with a laugh as he carefully opened the gate for Maria. They made it to the back yard without incident and set everything out on the table.

“Who’s cooking?” Maria asked.

“Not you.” Mitch and Elle said in unison.

“Rude.” She laughed.

“Babe, I love you, but the baby and I can’t eat charcoal.” Elle teased. Maria pouted and Elle got up to give her a kiss. “It’s okay. I do the cooking and you give the massages.” She reminded.

“Is this you saying you want a massage?”

“Yep.” She grinned and sat back down.

“Hey, where’d (Y/N) go?” Mitch asked.

“She said she had to go to the bathroom...” Elle frowned.

“I figured that’s where she was, but she would’ve come back out by now.” He frowned. Elle looked at his face and sighed before getting to her feet.

“I’ll cook, Maria will watch Lilly, you go look for your wife.” She smiled.

“Thank you.” He left her to the grill and walked inside. “(Y/N)?” He called once he was inside. “Sweetheart, where are you?” He asked.

“Bathroom.” She called as the faucet started running. He made his way down the hall towards her. He reached the door as it opened and (Y/N) stepped out, wiping a hand across the corner of her mouth.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine.” She promised, smiling.

“(Y/N).” He said seriously. She rolled her eyes and took his hand.

“Fine, I’ve got a surprise for you. I was going to wait until tonight but since you’re pushing...” She said as she led him towards their bedroom.

“Vix, we’ve got guests over.” He reminded her.

“It’s not sex you pervert.” She laughed and he shrugged, leaning against the doorway while she went to the closet and pulled out a small box. She handed it to him. He opened it and frowned in confusion.

“Why am I holding Lilly’s baby shoes?” He asked as he lifted up the pair of knitted shoes they’d put on their daughter to bring her home from the hospital.

“Because in about seven months we’re going to need them again.” (Y/N) admitted. He stared at her in shock as she placed a hand over her stomach and bit her lips together.

“You promise?” He asked and she grinned.

“I went to my OB/GYN two days ago while you were at the park with Lilly. I’m pregnant.” She assured him.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)!” He rushed forward and wrapped her up in his arms.

“No spinning or super squeezing!” She warned before he could lift her up.

“Morning sickness?” He guessed and she nodded. “Sweetheart this is amazing.” He couldn’t stop grinning as he kissed her. “Holy shit you’re pregnant.” He breathed and she nodded.

“I’m hoping for a boy this time. To even things out.” She decided.

“I’ll be happy as long as-”

“It’s healthy, I know.” She laughed. “Now let’s go back out and tell Elle and Maria.” She smiled as she took his hand and tugged him out of their room.

“You do realize that if it does end up being a boy, Stan is going to demand we name it after him.” Mitch chuckled as he walked over to the bed that night.

“Uugh, I swear he really did end up being a relative.” (Y/N) snorted. She shifted around and got settled, only for her to be displaced when Mitch plopped down at her side, making the bed bounce in the process.

“We should never have given him an invite to our wedding.” He joked.

“I did not need him crashing it and making a big fuss, all ‘I’m the reason you two are even together’.” She said pretending to be surly.

“Okay, I understand why you agreed to invite him-”

“Because he did have a point.” She said quickly.

“But please do not stick our possible son with a name like Stan.” He laughed as he lifted her shirt over her stomach so he could rest his hand against her skin.

“I’d never.” She promised. “But I was thinking Stanley, as a middle name.” She shrugged. “Possibly.” She added.

“It’s decent.” Mitch agreed. “As long as it’s a middle name.” 

“It would be.” She assured him as her hand came to rest over his. They were quiet for a bit.

“I can’t believe you’re pregnant again.” He murmured.

“Hey, at least it’s not as strange as it was with Lilly.” She pointed out.

“Yeah, we got back together, had been together for three months and then ‘Hey, so I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant’.” He quoted.

“Okay, you have no idea how worried I was to tell you, and you just frowned so deeply and I thought you were upset!” She pouted.

“I know, but you looked so upset. I thought you weren’t happy about it.” He shrugged.

“And I thought you were going to break up with me.” She explained.

“I’d never.” He swore.

“Well I know that now.” She snorted, lifting her hand to look at her wedding band and engagement ring. “I didn’t know then that you were planning to propose within the month.” She reasoned.

“Yeah.... The plan to get married got pushed back about two years. Happily. We ended up with the cutest flower girl.” He grinned.

“And now I’d like to go to bed, happily.” She joked.

“Can I say hi really fast before you do?” He asked quickly.

“You know I can never say no to that face.” She smiled and he kissed her quickly before moving down the bed so his face was level with her stomach.

“Hey little one, I’m your dad. I wanted to say hello, and let you know that I already love you so much. So spend your time growing big and healthy, and I’ll be here waiting to meet you when you’re ready.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to his wife’s flat stomach before moving back up the bed.

“I love you, so much.” (Y/N) smiled.

“I love you too.” He replied and met her for a soft kiss.

*Seven Months Later*

The process was brutal. Screaming, crying, cursing, and more than a few threats of harming parts near and dear to her husband along with promises to never let him touch her ever again, but it was worth it as she was passed a squirming blue bundle of blankets.

“Mitch... He’s so beautiful.” She cried.

“Just like his mamma.” He agreed, grinning from ear to ear as he stood next to the bed and watched her smile down at their son. She passed the baby to him and he chuckled at the disgruntled expression on his little face at being manhandled.

“Would you two like to allow family up now or later?” The nurse asked a few minutes later. Mitch looked to (Y/N) and she smiled.

“Go get them, they’re probably dying to see him.” She grinned. He kissed her forehead, passing the baby back to her before heading out the door.

Not ten minutes later and she heard a small group of feet bustling down the hall toward her room.

“Let me see my nephew!” Elle whisper-shouted.

“You’re not actually my sister you know.”

“Am too. Via time served, we are now related.” She argued. (Y/N) shook her head but refused to argue as she passed her son to her friend.

“So what’s his name?” Stan Hurley asked as he stepped through the door.

“They haven’t told you either?” The blonde asked.

“Nope. But I’m still holding out for Stan.” He smirked.

“It has Stan in it if that helps?” (Y/N) smiled, taking Mitch’s hand as he came back over.

“His name is Ian Stanley Rapp.” Mitch announced as Elle passed the baby to Stan to hold.

“You did good with this one. He doesn’t look like Mitch at all.” He joked.

“Yup, he’s as beautiful as his mom.” Mitch agreed, not even offended.

“You’re not getting a rise out of him, Stan, he’s way too happy right now.” (Y/N) smiled.

“Damn right I am. I have a son.” He said. “Totally healthy, ten fingers, and ten toes. And he’s here thanks to this amazing woman.” He leaned over and kissed (Y/N)’s forehead again.

“God you turn into such a cheese-ball when there’s a baby.” She smiled affectionately as Mitch took Ian back from Stan.

“Speaking of cheese balls, Maria is watching Lilly and Skye, and I have to go call her and tell her to go ahead and bring them. Congratulations guys.” Elle smiled. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of (Y/N)’s head before stepping out of the room.

(Y/N) yawned and Stan stood up from the chair he’d sat in.

“I’ll step out too, looks like you could use some sleep.” He pat her blanket covered foot as a goodbye.

“Bye, Stan.” She mumbled, carefully readjusting in the bed so she could settle down more. Mitch carefully set Ian in his bassinet and walked Stan out of the room.

“Congratulations, kid.” Stan said, sticking his hand out to him.

“Thanks. For everything.” Mitch said sincerely. “I know (Y/N) and I give you shit, and I know you’re joking, but you are part of the reason I was able to find her. To be happy again.” He smiled.

“God, your wife was right. You’re a cheese ball.” Stan grumbled. “Get back to them before I puke.” He joked.

“See you later Stan.” He smiled before walking back into the room. (Y/N) had settled down in her bed and was already asleep, exhausted from the exertion of labor. He didn’t want to disturb her so he picked up Ian and went to sit in the rocking chair beside her bed.

“Hi, Ian. I’m you dad.” He whispered.

Hey guys.

I want to thank you for sticking with me through the story. I hope you liked the ending.