#joshs-left-earlobe

[thespacesoffalseandtrue]

Speed Up

a piece i wrote for my moon that was too good not to share it!! inbox is very full, im trying to get out all the requests, but it is still opened :)

warnings: minors dni, unprotected sex, fingering, car sex, idk let me know what else i miss.

“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” You asked, squeezing the side of Josh’s arm as he drove you on some mystery road-trip. He smiled at the dark road you both were bouncing over. Wherever he was taking you, the country surroundings suggested there wouldn’t be modern conveniences like hot water and cell phone reception.

“Because I’m enjoying your attempts to pull it from me far too much,” he answered, glancing over at you. His eyes sparkled with wicked joy. Your heart did a flip in your chest.

“Is that so?”

He made a noise of agreement and gave you a shy flirtatious smile.

“Fine, if you want to play games, I can play,” you said unbuckling your seatbelt and climbing over until you were situated across his lap. You laced your fingers behind his neck as you settled your weight on him, you were so grateful you decided to wear a skirt tonight. You felt the jeep accelerate a few notches but didn’t say anything. You could feel the steering wheel behind your back, Josh kept one hand on the steering wheel, one eye on the road, but the rest of his body was focused on you.

He gave you one of his sly smirks but it disappeared immediately when your mouth covered his. It wasn’t quite a moan, it went deeper than that, but the sound that came from his chest when your lips parted his and your tongue crept into his mouth was all Josh. You weren’t paying the jeep that much attention, but you thought you might have detected another increase in speed. Josh kissed you back, matching every slide of my tongue and movement of your lips with his own. His free hand slid beneath your sweater, traveling up your back. It was warm, soft, and touched me so delicately. The jeep hit a particularly nasty bump, slamming your lap down hard against his.

Heat spread from the area between your legs, and this time it was you who made a noise that came from somewhere deep within. The dangerous reality of the two of you driving down a dark, gravel country road at thirty to forty miles an hour didn’t quite sink in when your hands left his neck to tug at the hem of your sweater. If he wasn’t going to do it, you were.You threw the sweater over your head and into the backseat.

“Babe,” Josh said, his voice was slightly strained so you knew you were doing something very right. “I’m trying to drive here.”

Moving your mouth just outside his ear, you whispered, “Me too,” right before you took his earlobe into your mouth, sucking it softly.

Another sound slid up his throat, this one so loud it caused his chest to vibrate against mine. “Hell with it,” he said, with no hesitation or uncertainty in his voice. It was as firm and resolute as his body thrumming beneath yours.

With one flick of his fingers, your bra snapped open, sliding down your arms until it landed on the floor beside Josh’s feet. His mouth covered yours again, hot and unyielding. You couldn’t breathe. You didn’t want to if it meant not being able to kiss Josh like he was kissing you right now.

“A little help?” he breathed in between kisses. His hand grabbed yours and lifted it to the top button of his shirt. “Unless you want to finish this thing in the hospital, I’ve got to keep one hand on the wheel.” His words were strained, like you knew yoirs would be if you could talk right now. “I want to feel you against me,” he said when your fingers forgot what they were supposed to be doing. Even with both hands fumbling with it, it took you one long kiss to get the first button freed. Realizing the year would be over before you finished the job, you stopped kissing him so you could focus. A bit more. The way he looked at you as you pulled away rendered you almost useless.

“Are you sure this is safe?” You asked, forcing yourself to take a controlled breath. You had to replace and store as much oxygen as your lungs were capable of before getting back to Josh. “Not that I really care, but I’m sure we’re breaking about every traffic law ever.” Two more buttons free, a few more to go.

You grinned, it was the little things that made you happy.

Josh’s smile evened out as both eyes met yours for an instant. “Of course you’re safe,” he promised, his glance shifting back to the road. “I would never put you in harm’s way. I would never let anything happen to you,” he said, like it was a mantra. “You know that. Right?”

“Of course I do,” you said, looking down at him before focusing on the next button. You weren’t letting the turn in conversation stop you. “I was just checking. Straddling a driver while we attempt to undress each other at forty miles per hour is a first for me. Just wanted to get the safety seal of approval before proceeding.”

“This better be a first,” he said, the seriousness of before fading. “And consider your safety seal stamped. I can control a vehicle better than I can control myself.”

“Baby,” you said, freeing the last button right before you tugged the shirt free from his pants, “your words never fail to make me want to swoon and squirm at the same time.”

Pulling his shirt from his body, you slid your chest against his. The soft parts of your body molded to the hard parts of his. The lightest sheen of sweat was covering his chest, mixing with the glow on yours. Another uptick of the speedometer arrow.

“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you,” he said, his free hand clamping tight around your back.

“You never do,” you whispered through a smile as your hands moved down the cut ridges of his stomach, settling on the seam of his jeans. Now this button your fingers managed to tug free in the time it took for one surprised inhalation from Josh. “Baby.” There was warning in his voice, but also welcoming.

Pinching his zipper between your thumb and finger, you slid it down, torn between wanting to savor the moment and wanting to let it devour you whole. Done with the zipper, you folded the material of his jeans down and slid over him once more, until you could feel his body warmth between your legs. He groaned, moving beneath you, making you gasp out loud.

“Fuck,” he muttered as both arms wrapped around you before he slammed on the brakes. His arms were tight, tighter than any seatbelt would have been.

“I thought you could handle it,” you said, smirking at him.

His chest rising and falling hard against yours, he met your smirk with one of his own. “I was wrong.” And then his mouth was on yours, his hands cupping your face. His body pushed against yours, arching my back over the steering wheel.

“Yes?” You managed to get out. It was a one-word question, and he didn’t need any further explanation. You felt his smile against your mouth as his tongue teased yours for another moment. He held your face as firmly as one could and still be considered gentle; his mouth pulled back, and his eyes met yours.

“Hell yes,” he replied.

You sneaked your hand into the waistband of his boxers and gave his length a few pumps. He sighs against your mouth.

“Play fair,” he says as he moves the fabric of your skirt out of the way and dips his hand in your panties. He rubs your clit slowly and languidly, taking his time, savoring you.

Your mouth crashes against his once again and your core aches to have him fill you up.

“I need to feel you inside me,” you tell him, springing his hard cock free of his boxers. He moves your panties to the side and you slide his length along your wet folds. You take him all in slowly, allowing yourself to adjust to the fullness of him.

He latches his mouth against your breasts and you roll your hips to ride him as he toys with your nipple.

“You’re perfect,” he says to you, giving your hips a squeeze.

His teeth graze your collarbone and you gasp out at the sting of the sensation. You feel his tongue run across your skin and you know there will be a purple mark there the next day. You move your hands to the nape of his neck and give his curls a tug.

He trails kisses up your neck and lands on your mouth. The kiss deepens are you both fight for dominance over the over, you move your pace faster on his cock. His hand moves from your hip to your clit and begin to rub it in quick fast circles to match your pace. Your body begins to tense at the stimulation. You know you are close.

You arch your back and press your chest against him and call out his name.

“I’m so close, cum with me please.”

“I’m right there with you,” he tells you as he begins to thrust up to meet you halfway when your pace falters. The heat of your orgasm begins to wash over you. The fire scorches through every vessel of your body.

“Josh,” you moan out, “I’m cumming, don’t stop,”

“I won’t,” he says, latching on to your peaked nipple once again. You shut your eyes and continue to fuck him through your orgasm. You feel his cock twitch and you feel him empty inside of you.

Your body pulses as you come down from your high, you open your eyes and find him staring straight at you. Both of you were breathing heavy, sweat beaded your chests and eyes were heavy with the high of ecstasy.

You feel his cock grow soft inside of you and you bring your lips to meet his in a soft, feather of a kiss.

“What are the odds we repeat this again in twenty minutes?” He asks you as he helps you pull your sweater over your head and climb back over to your seat.

He puts the jeep in drive.

Your body was still alive with the feeling and thrill of him.

“I’d say very likely, my friend.”

[jackinhofejr]

The man sped up his pace and thrust ever harder into Ryan’s ass. Ryan kept grunting in pain. They were both sweating profusely when the man gave one last hard thrust, threw his head back and bellowed as he injected his seed deep inside Ryan. Ryan’s head bowed in submission. He no longer had any fight left.

The man took three deep breaths, then rolled his head forward and focused once again on Josh. Ryan just hung there suspended by his wrists. The man smiled a cruel smile as he climbed down off his conquest and walked over toward the young wrestler, who cowered against the wall.

Josh could see the last dribbles of the man’s ejaculate spilling from the erect cock making its way straight toward him. “Please. Please. Please. Why are you doing this?”

The man smiled broadly and said, “Two reasons: 1) it’s my fucking job, and 2) I love my fucking job!” A new man appeared in the doorway dressed in white. He cleared his throat. THE man looked and held up a “talk to the hand” sign as he continued to walk toward Josh. The man grabbed the chain around Josh’s neck and pulled him away from the wall, cause Josh to flop forward on his knees. The man stepped around behind him and crouched down. He put his arms under Josh’s armpits, clasped his hands in front of Josh’s chest, then stood, bringing Josh to his feet. Josh could feel the man’s erect cock pressing against his asscrack. The man then started tweaking Josh’s nipple with one hand and stroking his abs with the other. Josh looked at the man by the door who had shown him kindness earlier.

“Khayba, please. Please help me!” Ray looked, vexed, at Khayba. Khayba showed no reaction at all to the boy’s plea. Good. But interesting that the boy would seek his help. While continuing to caress the boy’s erogenous zones, he began to massage the nape of Josh’s neck with his tongue. Slipping his hand lower, he forced Josh to bend forward. Josh thought he was reaching for his cock, but Ray glided past it and massaged Josh’s inner thigh. Against his will, Josh was getting hard and his breathing sped up. Why was he getting hard??

Abruptly, Ray stood up, pulling up Josh’s shoulders with both hands and pressing his hard cock length-wise into Josh’s crack. He breathed heavily across Josh’s ear “I’m going to fuck you boy.” He nibbled Josh’s earlobe for emphasis. “But not until you beg for it.” He then backed up, turned, and walked out of the room, with the three other men in tow. Khayba was last to exit, and looked at Josh, shook his head, and closed and locked the door.

Ryan then let out a cathartic sob, playing it up for Josh. Josh gave him reassurances that he was going to be OK and they were going to escape their captors.

[visionarystoryteller]

I need more Roman and Jey/Mr. Main Event Uso & The Tribal Chief/ Josh & Leati😌 They are some FOINE and IRRESISTIBLE men ⬅️ I stand by that comment no matter what anyone say💀😅

Double Trouble || Jey Uso and Roman Reigns

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X/Reader - you

Jey Uso - Joshua Fatu

Roman Reigns - Leati ‘Joe’ Anoai

Warnings: Minors DNI

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You’re not really 100% to sure how it happened. You were a new interviewer to the brands of Raw and Smackdown, starting out on Smackdown. You didn’t come into contact with the bloodline until about your 5th week. The aura that they carried and held was intimidating to say the least. But once the cameras were off, they all relaxed into a more casual demeanors, still intimidating to you if you were honest. They all introduced themselves and apologized for not coming around to say hello sooner. From there a small friendship with the faction began, as well as romantic feelings for two of its members, Josh and Leati or Jey and Roman.

It wasn’t until one night you had to go to their locker room to do an interview with Josh and Leati. You knocked on the door and Paul opened it letting you in. Paul gave you a rather nervous smile but chalked it up to that being how he always was with Leati.

“Wiseman, go accompany Jimmy and Solo to their match” Leati had demanded in his tribal chief tone.

“Yes my tribal chief” Paul said and left the room leaving you, Josh, Leati and the camera guy. You got on with interview when you were told to by the cameraman. Once you finished the interview, the camera man made his way out, you following behind until a voice stopped you.

“Y/n, stay for a moment” Leatis voice rang through your ears. You turned your head slightly to look back at Leati and saw him sitting manspread on the couch, Josh sitting on the back top of it, his feet on the cushions.

“I have interviews…” you spoke with nervousness in your voice. Something about being alone with the two of them made you feel different. Leati looked at Josh than you. He started shaking his head.

“I had Paul check when your next interview would be after ours, you don’t have an interview till end of the show…”Leati trailed off. He looked down at his phone and smirked, looking back at you.

“That means you have and hour and forty five minutes.” Leati finished. You tried to take a quick deep breath and went to sit down on the chair opposite the couch.

“Okay. So what’s up then?” You asked nervousness laced within your voice. Josh hopped off the couch and circled your chair, standing behind you. Josh leaned in behind you, moving your hair to the back so your neck and ear was exposed to him.

“Relax mamas,” Josh started. His voice sent shivers down your spine. Josh left a small light kiss on the lobe of your ear. You quickly shut your eyes and tried to take a deep breath. Leati watched with a smirk and nodded to Josh for him to continue.

“Me and Joe, we’ve had our eyes on you for a minute.” Josh says. Another kiss left. You choked on your air.

“Excuse me” you whispered out. Leati chuckles. Josh looks at Leati with a smirk and Leati nods to him. Josh brings his arm around and brings it up to your throat, gently grabbing a hold of you.

“You see mamas, me and Joe have an interest in you” he says. His thumb caresses your jaw.

“You are quite exquisite and perfect” Leati says from across from you. You lock eyes on Leati and he licks his lips. You let out a small squeak when Josh gently bites your earlobe. He then proceeds to kiss down your neck to where his hands are holding you, his beard tickling you, eliciting small giggles from you. Josh moans in your personal space as he pulls his head away from your neck.

“God your giggles are delightful” Josh says.

“I’m ticklish” you whispered. Leati smiled widely and sat forward, his elbows on his knees.

“Uce you wanna let her know what’s up?” Josh says. Leati nods.

“I’ll get to the point, we both want you Y/N…” Leati trails off. Your breath caught in your throat.

“I’m not that type of girl” you squeak out. Josh let out a small chuckle as did Leati. Josh lets his hand drop from your throat and caresses your arm.

“It was figured as much. But we aren’t asking for one night or many nights. We’re asking for all nights, days, weekends, anytime. We both want a romantic relationship with you” Leati says standing up. He walks over to the mini fridge and grabs a water and brings it over to you. He crouches down and hands you the water bottle.

“B-both of you?” You ask quietly. Leati puts a hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing back and forth. He was trying to calm you but it was making you more hyper sensitive.

“Yes babygirl.” Leati says, his hand coming up to caress your face. You flutter you eyes closed at the warmth radiating from Leatis hand. You feel a kiss on your other cheek and flutter your eyes back open and Josh hangs his head around to your view.

“What do you say mamas?” Josh asks in a gentle voice.

“But you guys are cousins…how does this work?” You say finding a small fraction of a voice.

“Well we wouldn’t be with each other if that’s what you mean babygirl. But you’d be both of ours and we’d be yours. Just like a regular relationship just with two people who know the other is also with you.” Leati explains.

“But what if I wanna be near you both, non sexually…”

“That’s fine baby girl. That’s basically what’s happening right now anyway.” Leati says. You slowly nod.

“What about your families? You both have kids with your ex’s…i don’t want to put them in something that could confuse them. Hell what about your brothers and sister, and parents” you could feel the panic rise slowly. Josh took to putting both his hands on your face and bringing it to look at him.

“Mamas, chill. Just like any relationship we take things slow. Our children will always be thought of in any aspect but you don’t need to worry. They’ll be let known when the time is right. As for our parents and brothers and sister, well, it’s only Summer who doesn’t really know but Sefa and Jon are already aware of things. Kinda busted me a few weeks ago and busted Joe last week. As long as we have communication, things will go at their own pace.” Josh explains.

“There’s no need to worry baby girl. But you do have to answer if you want this. If not let us know and we will do our best to make sure to undo romantic feelings.” Leati says. Josh drops his hands from your cheeks, you immediately missing the heat they provided. You take a deep breath. Is this what you wanted? You open the water bottle and take a gulp from it trying to clear any warmth that was within you. Leati looks at Josh and nods his head to the couch and both men go and sit back on the couch, watching you with gentle eyes. Your eyes were cast down at your hands that were holding the water bottle.

“I…I” you took a deep breath. You’d never been in a situation like this. You liked the both of them, Josh was a good with you but so gentle, and Leati was like a giant teddy bear ready to be on the defense TK protect anyone that threatens his family. Both made you feel special and always took time to make sure you were okay. You looked up at both of them and gave a nod. You couldn’t trust your voice. You’d hope that be good enough but it wasn’t.

“Words babygirl” Leati says.

“I’d like to try out this relationships with you both” you breathe out. Both leati and Josh smile big at you and your heart flutters. Both men stand and leati holds out his hand for you to take. You set the water bottle at your feet and put your hand in his and he gently pulls you to your feet. Leati looks down at you with a gentle look and kisses your forehead.

“If you are up for it, we’d like for you to travel with us…” Leati says. You look at both Leati and Josh and slowly nod.

“Is that allowed?” You ask. Leati chuckles.

“Babygirl you’re looking at the tribal chief. What I say goes, I have a lot of pull and if they want their best interviewer to be on tv for each event, they’ll let travel be.” He says. You nod your head.

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The weeks following your acceptance for a relationship with both of them, grew your feelings for both exponentially. When you didn’t have a lot of interviews, you stayed around the bloodline, sometimes with Leati other times with Josh. Whenever they filmed you made yourself scarce behind the camera and watched them film. As the months passed by Leati and Josh had become more accustomed to having you around. Josh loved having you play with his hair and you helped him dye it a few times. Leati loved having you sit on his lap, his arms encircled around you, his face hurried in your hair. He loved the shampoo you used, it made his heart feel like it was at home.

By the time a year hit, you were madly in love with both men. It wasn’t long after, the men introduced you to their children and their parents. Of course their sets of parents had reservations but ultimately saw how happy both men were. Their bond as cousins grew as well, which helped strengthen some old doubts their parents had. Their children were confused at first but eventually got used to having a ‘bonus mom’. Even their ex wives seemed supportive, which surprised you, but when they had spoken up and told you that they themselves had never seen their ex husbands so happy, they couldn’t be happier. Their love with their exes had died off but we’re glad to see it resurface with you.

By the time a year and a half hit, you got a surprise. A little baby was growing within you. You weren’t really sure if it was Josh or Leatis, both had super sperm, in your defense, Josh did have 2 kids and Leati did have 5. Both men were overjoyed with happiness when you told them. You were scared but they both helped ease any doubts.

The wwe universe was mostly in the dark for your relationship but both men would post pics of you without capturing your face. The world knew they both had someone, they just weren’t sure who. By the time you started showing in your pregnancy, Leati and Josh had taken on the role of being more attached to you physically in public and backstage.

For a few months the universe was debating on who was with who. So when you did give birth and it was announced, the babygirl had both of their last names. Aianna Lea Fatu-Anoai.

[muutosarchive]

"You always know just what i need." - Josh to Chris

🍒 @voicestm 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃  ↪ nsfw meme i'm too lazy to find

the scene is none-too-exciting. the room dim, the ambient sound is more lax than usual. just the sound of the night chirping in from the cracked window. crickets, the odd car passing by with harsh headlights shining through haphazardly shut curtains. he, mike, matt &. josh had been playing cards . . . drinking, of course. but, chris hung back when mike had offered a ride. he was sure josh had other plans for the night. such notion that left him in a night-long battle over nervous excitement. beating wings of anxiety causing his awkward tendencies to spike even more-so.

to his excitement, such is acted upon with josh raising blush from pale cheeks. next thing he knew they were upstairs, with chris raised slightly above josh . . . some of that nervousness spouting in a chuckle, whilst he kisses the other boy's neck.

exploratory hand rolls against bulge, lying half-atop of the film mogul's son. "shut up, man." he nips at josh's earlobe through a smile in protest. "you know i'm a smooth operator in the sheets." he's comfortable with josh. his large hand coming upward to encompass his best friend's face as their lips meet one another. breath fanning across his facial features with several heady overlaps, until he smirks against his lips.

"it's why you keep comin' back, right?"

[papofglencoe]

Caryn, it's your birthday!!! Wonderful things about you on the anniversary of your birth: You are a thoughtful listener, fellow ravenclaw, brilliant writer, using words like wend and mired, making me a smarter person, loving dog mama, badass punk rock chick, enemy of evil swans, willing collaborator, advocate of those who face discrimination and harassment, and an all around awesome woman. Happy birthday, my friend!! I'm glad you are in my life.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Tisha! I love you so much. I can’t even begin to tell you. I finally broke down and got a new purse (the first in like three or four years, and only because the damn strap broke on it), and I found so many goodies stashed in the bottom of it. (You know I’m basically Hermione Granger). A 21 Pilots pin from their Emotional Roadshow Tour. A red plastic bracelet that said “Hunger” on it from the THG fan event. Several receipts from mani/pedis at Mod. And, I think best of all, a crumpled green paper bracelet that said “La Brea Tar Pits” on it. We’ve had so many great times together, and I’m looking forward to a lifetime of more shenanigans and tomfoolery. Consider yourself mired in the tar with me, dear Ebenezer, along with all those sorry direwolves that apparently used to live in Los Angeles. :p Thank you for existing in the same time, if not the same place, as me. How improbable and wonderful a thing that is.

[thegirlfromoverthepond]

copy this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the GAME going and make others feel beautiful! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

ohhhhh, thank you, beautiful :) it’s so kind of you to think about me :) i’m touched :)

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

I have to tell you if you're feeling lots of love around you and you're not sure where it's coming from, look right over here! I'm on a roll reading a bunch of your fics that I had missed when initially published. I always LOVE your writing so I'm not surprised that I'm addicted to Pure (starting chapter 8 omg!!). Recently finished Leading Suspects which I couldn't get enough of!! I also have a couple of your drabbles bookmarked, so I'm in heaven!! Thanks for your talent and sharing it with us!!

Oh my gosh, lady! Your running commentary as you read has made my week! I cannot wait to hear what you think of the last few chapters, but I am so happy you’ve been enjoying both Pure and Leading Suspects. Enjoy the drabbles as well when you get to them! Some of them are a bit older since I’ve been working on some housekeeping, updating links on my tumblr and cross-posting etc, but I hope they don’t disappoint. Love you so much and thanks for all your comments as well as this message. *Smooches!*

[everlarkbirthdaydrabbles]

My birthday is March 19th and I would love a surprise drabble!!! I love Everlark in a funny situation, miscommunication, or interesting meet-cute. Can be any rating but I'm a sucker for a really steamy first kiss. Thank you! xoxo

Wishing you the happiest of days! To help you celebrate, the lovely @mega-aulover has crafted this darling bit of Everlark just for you!

I-CON

Rated: G

A/N: (….Happy Birthday, I hope you have a great day. Love Mega-Aulover…special thanks to @booksrockmyface for taking time to beta, thank you!)

The I-CON banner hung brightly over the entrance of the college building.

“Tell me again what you’ve dragged me to?” Katniss looked up at the blue banner with stars and some alien painted on it.

She wondered how Delly talked into going to this thing called I-CON.

Delly giggled, “Oh Katniss, I-CON or rather the Island Convention, is a smaller version of Comic-Con, on Long Island. Though it’s really a gathering of fan girls and boys, who are self-described geeks and nerds, like me.”

Katniss was none of these things but Delly was. Delly with her sweet disposition was heavily into Anime. A number of the authors she obsessed over were going to be present. Katniss didn’t get it. But Delly swooned over something called Tokyo Ghoul. “What’s this book about?”

“Take a look,” Delly handed her the book.

Katniss cracked open the book and flipped through the pages, a semi-scowl on her face. “You mean this is about zombies?”

“YES!” Delly squealed.

“You need to take it down a notch, Dells.” Katniss gave Delly the book back.

Everywhere there were people dressed up as their favorite characters, Delly called it cosplay.  Katniss had seen a few Princess Leia’s, a great number of Storm Troopers, a Scully and Mulder from the X-Files, and some woman dressed all in blue like in the Avatar movie.  Katniss wanted out, but Delly suddenly said, “Oh can I take a picture with you?”

Delly shoved her phone at Katniss and she was forced to take a picture with a scary looking monster.

“Come on Katniss this way,” Delly dragged Katniss into the vendor room.

There before Katniss was every fandom known to man.

“Star Wars, Star Trek, Dudgeons and Dragons, Game of Thrones, Batman, Firefly, Superman, Wonder Woman, Dr. Who, Narnia, Lord of the Rings, EEEEKKKK OUTLANDER,” Delly screeched in Katniss ear, pointing to a man dressed in a kilt.

Katniss hung her head it was going to be a very long day. Delly went off to sit in on a panel leaving Katniss to her own devices. Katniss wondered amongst the booths, she saw many dragons in all shapes colors.  But what stopped her dead was the cut out of a girl with an arrow. Katniss didn’t notice the poster of the girl was dressed similarly to her, dark torn jeans, well worn boots with laces, and a leather jacket.  The girl even wore her hair in a singular braid.

Katniss raised her eyebrow as she approached; the bow is what drew her attention. The life-size cut out was next to a man with various bows but with rubber tipped arrows, books and a few memorabilia of a strange bird pin. The man was slightly balding and wore a t-shirt that said ‘Trust No One’ and suspenders to hold up his pants over his pudgy belly.  

“How can I help you,” the man pushed up his glasses.

Katniss pointed to the life size cut out, “What movie is that for?”

The man behind the booth gave her a shake of his head, “That is for the Arrows and Bread movie coming out.”

“The movie is about a girl with a bow?” Katniss was curious.

The man laughed, “Not just any movie, it’s a dystopian society where teenagers are thrown into an arena and forced to kill each other.”

The movie sounded interesting but Katniss looked at the poster and cringed. The posture of the girl was all wrong, “She holding it wrong, the bow, I mean.”

“What do you mean, they’ve got people to teach the actress how to shoot, Hollywood has experts.”

“Well, I’m telling you she’s holding it wrong, the arrow won’t fly very far,” Katniss made her observations.

The man behind the booth challenged, “How would you know?”

Katniss grabbed a bow and one of the arrows with the rubber suction cup at the end of it. She aimed and shot it at the column. The arrow whizzed past people but instead of landing where she intended it landed on the forehead of a patron who at that moment stood where she’d aimed the arrow. Katniss eyes widened momentarily as the blond stocky man with incredible blue eyes approached her. Once more her pride had gotten the better of her.

He was taller than she, with wide shoulders and bulky arms. She should have been scared or apprehensive, but his eyes were kind and his smile was warm. This put Katniss at ease as he walked toward her with the arrow protruding from his forehead. He removed the arrow the suction cup left a red mark on his forehead. “I think this is yours.”

“Damn, lady, you’re good,” the man at the booth said taking the bow and the arrow.

“She should be she’s the best shot when were kids.  She hunted in the backwoods of our home town,” he gushed, sweetly.

It took a minute for Katniss to recall this was the sweet shy boy Peeta Mellark that lived next to Delly. The boy she’d had a secret crush all of her life.  Peeta still hadn’t lost that twang, which meant he was new to New York.

“I’m sorry you don’t remember me, but I’m the son of-”

“Peeta Mellark, we went to school together. How’s your dad doing? And the bakery?”

“Wait he’s the son of a baker?” The man behind the booth said with slight awe.  Katniss couldn’t be bothered with the vendor.

Her memory was filling up with the dozens of hours she secretly gawked at Peeta.  After high school graduation Katniss and Delly came up north along with Madge for college. As they aged and matured the girls found their own niche. Madge loved New York City and was a thriving fashion columnist. Delly preferred the suburbs; she became a teacher and lived in a small house with her cat. Katniss, she liked Riverhead. A small rural community of mostly farmers, where she bought a house after her school was over and took up a small business of humanely capturing pests, like rats, raccoons, possums and squirrels.

“Wow you’re just like her,” the man said.  He stood up with his phone and asked, “Can I take a picture with you.”

Peeta grinned and Katniss scowled, but this seemed to make the guy all the more excited. “Wow, I can’t wait to show this to the guys!” The guy then gave Katniss a bird pin, “The mockingjay is her symbol, you should have it.”

Katniss didn’t want to take it but Peeta intervened, “Thank you.”

The guy beamed and walked away, leaving Katniss standing in front of Peeta. There were things that she was good at but this, speaking to a boy or rather a man. She wasn’t good at saying stuff, and she felt awkward.

“I never expected you to be a fan girl,” Peeta said.

“I’m sorry what?” Katniss blurted.

Peeta laughed, “I see, so who did you come with?”

“D-Delly,” she stuttered.

Peeta waved his arm to the vendors, “Ah she’s the reason you’re.” He softly smiled, “I saw her during Christmastime, I told her about my plans to open up a local bakery, something small and family oriented. She suggested I look up Riverhead, said they favored family owned business.  She also told me,” Peeta’s cheeks turned pink, “you lived there.  So I came down this weekend to check it out. Delly told me about I-CON and bought me a ticket so that I wouldn’t be bored.”

“So you’re into this stuff?” It was adorable and down right sexy to see a grown man like Peeta blush.

“Yeah, I like Star Wars,” Peeta said.

Katniss wasn’t sure what to do next. She swung her arms awkwardly, she was about to speak but a guy with a phone said.

“Excuse me can I take a picture of you, Bob there told me you’re just like Kansas Evergreen the Arrow’s and Bread, series?”

Katniss was about to say no, but the guy quickly stood next to her and the flash of his phone went off.  She blinked several times, when suddenly she saw there were a line of people with their phones wanting her picture. Helplessly she glanced at Peeta.

A girl excitedly said, “OMG, he looks like PIERE!!!  Are you her honey bun?”

“Can you guys kiss?” The simple question caused the rest of the people start chanting, “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.”

Katniss was so embarrassed.  She was helpless in this situation having no way out.

“Okay one kiss, everyone gets their picture and you guys leave me and my girl alone okay?” Peeta bargained with the crowd.

Katniss wanted to run but the reality was kissing Peeta was like one the things she had on her bucket lists. When he pulled her close she didn’t offer up resistance. Her heart rate had picked up as she took a good whiff of him.  He smelled like vanilla, cinnamon, icing and underneath that his dill-like smell and drove her mad. One on his hands cradled the small of her back while the other gently cupped her face upwards.

Her eyes widened, and her nostrils flared, this wasn’t like anything she’d experienced before.

Katniss was no expert in the field of physical intimacy, having the one obligatory boyfriend in college, an inglorious one month of sloppy wet kisses, and uninspiring coupling. Katniss never understood why people made such a big deal out of kisses.  But standing here being cradled in Peeta’s arms, Katniss felt her heart beating so quickly and loudly it could be heard externally.

She became hyper aware of just how broad his chest was, her palms braced themselves on top of his shirt and she could feel the warm, muscular solidness of his body. This sent a thrilling tingle down her spine. Voluntarily her lashes fluttered closed as his face neared. Her feet curled in her boots when she felt his hot breath on the bridge of her nose then on her upper lip just before they descended on her lips.

In the movies there was always music, and the world seemed to fade away when two lovers kissed for the first time. Katniss didn’t hear music but she forgot about everything as the simple peck felt like a tidal wave washed over her. She felt warm and out of breath, her knees trembled and threatened to buckle.  Her fingers curled into his shirt and she felt his hand on the small of her back slide up to bring her firmly against him.

Katniss sighed when he pulled away, her lashes lazily opened.  Peeta’s blue eyes were like stormy waters filled with passion, they mirrored hers.  Her cheeks felt warm. It was then she registered the sound of the people standing around her. The best kiss of her life was shared with a lot of strangers. She hid her face in the crook of his neck.

Peeta quickly guided them out of the room and out of the building.

“I’m sorry if I did anything to upset you,” Peeta said, bending his head to look her in the eye. But Katniss wanted to know if what she felt was real so she stood on tiptoe planted her lips on his.  Everything she felt before wrung true and had somehow multiplied. Greedily she sought to get closer.

His hands immediately affixed themselves on her shoulders, before they slid down over her arms and wound themselves around her middle and brought her in direct contact with that massive solid gorgeous body of his.  Katniss wound her hands around his neck, and helplessly gave herself up to Peeta’s lips.

A loud ‘EEEEEEEEK’ broke them up. Katniss hazily glanced to see Delly clapping and jumping up and down.

“Delly,” Katniss couldn’t help the blush, “what are you doing here?”

“I knew my plan would work,” Delly rushed forward, her glee was uncontained. “I knew if you saw each other again you’d hit it off. You both were crazy for each other in high school but neither one of you did anything about it.  And I swore, like Scarlet O’Hara, that I’d get you both together, even if it was the last thing I did on this planet.” Delly hugged them both. She then separated herself, “Are you mad?”

Katniss glanced at Peeta who looked lost for words. “No.”

“Good, now take Peeta with you, show him around Riverhead, have some coffee, move in together and call me for when you plan the wedding, Don’t worry Katniss I promise it’s going to be a simple ceremony, nothing big,” Delly said unable to contain her grin.

With that, Delly left.

Katniss shook her head, “I can’t believe I was set up by Delly.”

Peeta gazed at her with brilliant blue eyes. He grabbed her hand and with the other he touched her cheek. “So are you game for what Delly said? Show me around town, treat me to coffee, let me move in  and maybe get married?”

Katniss’s lips still tingled pleasurably and her body felt like when she ate chocolate. Two kisses made her body feel alive, and she wondered what would happen if she gave them a chance. To be fair she pictured a life without those kisses and she didn’t like what she imagined. “Come on I’ll show you the town after I show you my house, where you’ll be living. I have a pretty good unused kitchen.”

It was forward but she didn’t care. She wanted a life time of kisses. And less than a month later when Peeta moved in Katniss became a fan girl of one Peeta Mellark.

[jhutchmyanchor]

joshs-left-earlobe replied to your post “I saw some Joshifer FF so I was wondering, since you seem really...”

Thanks Rachel! Surprised people still want to read that.

You’re welcome, Tisha! <3

[cal-a-bungaa]

You Want It? | J.M.K

Title: You Want It? 

Go on, tell him what you want

Warnings: This is pure smut, if you are not 18 then keep scrolling! Fluff, alcohol is mentioned. 

Authors Note: So this will be my first time writing explicit smut so please bear with me on this. This is based off this request [x] 

(Constructive criticism is welcomed, please do not be rude)

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The blue toothpaste laid almost perfectly across the white bristles of the toothbrush that would need to be thrown out soon. You hummed a little tune as you brushed your teeth. Josh seemed to find this amusing as he turned from his spot on the bed to watch you with eyes full of love and adoration. He had been teasing you the entire day. In the grocery store, he had shoved his hand down one of your back pockets, groping your ass as you tried to find a specific spice for the new recipe you wanted to try for dinner tonight. Once you two got into the car, he pulled you in by the back of your neck and gave you a kiss that left you weak in the knees. The moment he got the best reaction out of you was while you were cooking. You had changed from heavy winter clothes to comfortable shorts and one of his many white t-shirts. Josh had decided that as you were getting ready to cut onions, it would be a good time as any to wrap his arms around your waist. Thankfully the knife hadn’t been in your hand yet due to him startling you. 

“Have I ever told you how good you look in my clothes, mama?” Josh asked, his face closer to yours than you had originally thought. His breath tickled your ear, sending small shivers down your neck. Which didn’t go unnoticed by the man responsible.

You tilted your head back slightly to see the grin on his face. “All of the time.”.

Josh leans over your shoulder and presses a quick peck to your lips, then to your cheek, moving towards your neck. A full-body shiver runs through you when he licks a strip up your neck before nipping your earlobe. Your breathing becomes heavier. Josh moves his hands to grip your hips and pull you towards him so that your back is flush with his front. From this, you can feel the tent that had formed in the khaki pants that he had on. A small gasp comes from you when he pushes his hips further into you. Then, the feeling is gone. By the time you collect yourself, Josh has already begun pouring himself a cocktail and you a glass of red wine. 

Josh now had you bent over the bathroom counter, watching Josh angle his hips so his cock could hit that spot deep within you that caused tears to well up in your eyes, and your face contorted into one of pure bliss. Finally, after having to endure his teasing, he made you a moaning mess underneath him. The rough hands of your lover were all over you, never remaining in one place for too long. He needed to feel all of you.

“Fuck, mama.” In the mirror, you see Josh throw his head back, biting his swollen lip. His curls were starting to stick to his damp skin. Lifting his head back up, he holds eye contact. “You feel so good, baby.”. 

Josh pulls you up into his chest, playing with your breasts with one hand as the other slithers down to slowly circle your clit. A low whine comes from him as he feels you tighten around him. Your head rested on his shoulder, your back arching more as you approached your end. A variety of reds and purples had blossomed all across your skin. Seeing the marks he had created upon your skin encouraged Josh to pick up his speed. 

You had a hand tangled in his hair, tugging on it when he gave a particularly deep thrust. His slender fingers moved away from your clit causing you to buck your hips forward, missing the feeling already. The need to cum had taken over every other sense. Josh’s hand was splayed across your stomach, acting as a support for you to keep your balance. With it being placed there, he can feel the little bump that would form as he pushed himself back into you. 

Leaning in to run his teeth over your pulse, he asks you if you’re going to cum for him. With Josh pleasuring you the way that he was, it didn’t take long for you to reach your climax. Crescent marks form in Josh’s forearm from your nails. The way your pussy clamps down on his dick has him ready to lose all rational thought, and fuck his cum into you. Watching you come down from your high has your boyfriend imagining watching his load spill out from you and drip down your thighs. These images have his movements becoming sloppier. You were sensitive, letting out little whines when it was becoming too much for you to handle.

“Joshy, please.” Your whines gradually rise in pitch. “Want you to cum in me.” Josh freezes at hearing your words, not knowing if he heard you clearly. Getting impatient with him, you move your hips on your own, trying to get him off. 

Once he snaps out of his daze, he pushes you down so your front is flush with the countertop once again. “Yeah? Want me to cum in you?” The groans he releases let you know that his climax is fast approaching. 

Josh continues to mumble different things about how he was going to fill you up and you’d look so pretty with his cum dripping down your thighs. His fingers that grip your hips will for sure leave small, spread-out blemishes to match the ones along your throat. A guttural sound fills the small bathroom as Josh pushes his cock into you as much as he could. Sitting there for a few minutes, allowing the love of your life to come down from his high until he becomes too sensitive to stay in that position. When he pulls out of you, the feeling has you gasping and feeling empty. Taking a step back, Josh takes a step back to admire his work, the white liquid slowly leaking out of you onto your legs just as he had imagined. 

He runs a hand through his damp curls, moving them away from his eyes. The sweaty man goes over to start the shower, setting it at a comfortable temperature before coming to help you into warm water. Josh wraps you in his arms, kissing the crown of your head.

“I love you, so much.”

A small smile graces itself upon your fuck out face. “And I love you.” 

You comb through the knotted locks atop of his head, letting the stream of water flatten it out. His thumbs brush over your cheekbones, admiring the beauty that you are. But leave it to Josh to ruin a romantic moment with the evil grin he now has. 

“So… Round two, mama?” With that comment, he receives a slap to the chest, and an eye roll from you.

[godlygreta]

Please please number 7 of the fake dating prompts with Jake 🥺🥺

omfg please. that singing vid got me so bad

i got a bit carried away with this one if i'm honest

"I know this was all fake but… it felt real to say that I love you.” “And it felt real when I said it back.”

The weekend was almost over, the lake house you were staying at with Jake and his family was soon to be a memory. You remember when Jake first asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend, wanting to come home with someone so his mother would stop asking.

Sam had his girlfriend, Josh had his partner. Hell, Ronnie even had her own boyfriend that she was bringing. Jake was the only one without one.

He asked you over text, shooting it quickly a week before the two of you left. "Hey, this is a weird request, but can you pretend to be my girlfriend for the weekend? I kind of lied and told my mother I had one, and I'd really like to not lie to her."

Of course you would do it. Partly because you'd help Jake with anything if he asked, being one of your closest friends for the past five years. Partly because within these five years, you had started to gain feelings for him. You tried your hardest not to, listening to him occasionally talk about the girls he would bring home. But it was inevitable. Jake was inevitable.

The drive up there was easy going, the two of you talked about boundaries; what things you were okay with, what things you weren't. You talked about sleeping situations, Jake telling you that the two of you had a room to yourselves. You didn't mind sharing a bed if he didn't, reminding him that the two of you often slept in the same bed when you would crash at one another's places while wasted of your asses.

The two of you showed up and you were instantly met by Josh, who wrapped his arms around you. You had met all of his brothers before, even going out to brunch with Sam and his girlfriend. Karen yelled out to him to leave the two of you alone until you had gotten settled into the room.

Jake carried your bag over his shoulder while he rolled his suitcase behind him. You tried to tell him that you could carry it yourself, but he insisted. You just carried your purse inside behind him, following where he went.

The first night was easy, getting there in the middle of the afternoon had it's perks. You answered the first round of questions Karen and Kelly fired at you, wanting to know more about Jake's girlfriend. Karen was excited to meet you, as was Kelly, but Karen's smile never went away.

You and Jake laid in the bed together a little after midnight, your back to his chest. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"Of course, Jake. I would do anything for you." He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in for a hug. You rested your hand on his arm as he squeezed you.

"Is this okay? Are you comfortable?" You nodded, eyes feeling heavy from the day of traveling the two of you had. "Goodnight," he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "Sleep well."

"You too, Jake."

And you slept fucking fantastic. You woke up in the morning with your head on Jake's chest, hand thrown over his stomach and your legs intertwined with his. You were careful not to wake him as you left, dipping into the bathroom.

When Jake woke up, he looked over at you as you sat on the edge of the bed. Your head was tucked into the pages of a book, waiting for Jake to wake up. "G'morning."

"Morning, how'd you sleep?"

"Wonderfully. How about you?"

"Me too." You smiled at him, putting your bookmark between the pages you were on and dropping it on the floor. You crawled back up to where he was, laying your head on your pillow. Jake told you that today was going to be spent mostly on the boat, telling you that if you're ever uncomfortable with what he's doing, to pretend to itch your earlobe.

You practically sat on his lap while you were on the boat, legs draped over his lap. Your arm was wrapped around his shoulders, listening to his parents tell you a story about when Jake was younger. Your stomach hurt so much from laughing.

You were slightly thankful the staple of most boat trips involved alcohol. You were a couple beers in, as was Jake, and you began to really loosen up. Jake's hands wandered more, instead of staying stationary on your hip or your knee. It dragged along the skin of your thigh, grazing fingers making goosebumps appear on your skin.

Your lips always touched his cheekbone. You found his skin so kissable, so soft. You found comfort in knowing that Jake leaned into every kiss. He became ballsy, a few more beers in, capturing your lips in his own. Although it was short lived, the feeling of his lips on yours lasted for hours.

When you all got off the boat, back onto dry land, Josh insisted on making a fire. The boys all went to collect wood, building the fire on their own. The partners decided to grab some more beers, throwing them into the cooler.

Jake had brought out an old guitar from the basement, making sure it was tuned properly before he began to play it. You had never heard him sing before. Drunk, absolutely. He was dogshit at karaoke (but so were you when drunk). His voice was beautiful, melodic as he sang.

He looked over to you while he sang, smile wide on his face. You gave him one back that was equally as big. He ended his song, eyes still on you while everyone else cheered. "I love you," you admitted, putting a hand on his cheek.

"I love you, too, Sunshine." He pressed his lips to yours, your hand weaving into his hair. You lightly bit into his bottom lip, feeling as he hummed against your lips.

The two of you drank more, ending up in the same bed once again. He giggled as he tried to get off his jeans. You helped him as best you could, equally as drunk as you were.

The next morning you would face the consequences of your words from last night. The admission of love. You waited for him out by the lake, on the dock. It was your last day, so you took advantage of it. You soaked in as much of the sunshine as you could, the tips of your toes touching the water below you.

"Hi," Jake said, sitting next to you on the dock. "Can I join you?"

"Yeah, of course. Go ahead." The birds chirped in the vacancy of words.

“So last night…” He started.

“I’m sorry, I-I..” You sighed, trying to find the right words. “I know this was all fake but… it felt real to say that I love you.” You admitted, staring out at the lake in front of you.

“And it felt real when I said that I love you back.”

“I don’t know if I can pretend anymore, Jake.” You turn towards him, making eye contact with him.

“I know. I can’t pretend anymore. I… I genuinely do love you, Sunshine. I think I always have.”

[pumpkins-oupp]

Baby belly

pairing : josh kiszka x reader 

warnings: pregnancy, body image, super cute 

word count: 300

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your dress was hugging you in every way possible, much tighter than it had been months ago, but it was your favorite, and it was so comfortable so why isn’t it working now, of all times. everyone was waiting for you to come out of the bedroom so you could leave for dinner and have a grand ol’ time, but you just couldnt stop tugging at every part that hugged a little extra. tears were threatening to fall until you heard a knock and the door creak

“mama”

josh peaked his head into the door to see your red eyes, he frowned coming in to grab you, rocking your head into his shoulder. 

“what’s the matter mama?”

it was hard to bring words out, so you simply gestured to your swollen belly and wrinkled dress, without judgement or any negative look in his eyes, he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

“this used to fit so good but now this stupid thing is in the way and i’m not comfortable just go without me-”

“you’re growing a baby, mama, its ok to not feel ok, what about that new dress, hmm? everyone can wait on you baby”

why was he so goddamn perfect? you almost started tearing up again until josh smacked your butt, walking away with a cheeky giggle to the closet to grab your maternity dress. when he returned, he started pulling the old dress off of you and putting the new dress on, he smoothed it down over your belly and made you do a spin, you obliged laughing a little as he grabbed you from behind. cupping your belly, he left kisses on your exposed neck and anywhere he could reach from his position.

“Now, I think we’re ready to go you perfect girl”

josh left one last kiss on your earlobe and pulled you into his side, leading you out of your room to the living room where the rest of the band waited, so deep in their phones or conversation that they didn’t notice you and josh entering the room until he cleared his throat, signaling that you were ready to leave.

maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal after all.

[solarwonux]

Unforeseen Circumstances 

joshua!incubus x f!reader x mingyu 

w.c: 2.5k

warnings: pure filth, degradation, mingyu praise kink if you squint, spanking, handjob, double penetration, voyeurism, ropes

note: here’s Laura and her too much gene, the way this was supposed to be timestamp i-, enjoy and I’m sorry lol. Let me know your thoughts.xx

It’s unclear how you ended up in such a compromising position. Staring at your incubus--Joshua while your cute downstairs neighbor--Mingyu ran the head of his hard cock up your folds. 

“Frankly, I’m offended that you found someone else to play with angel.” Joshua snickers and leans back into the lounge chair that occupies the corner of your room. His onyx horns glistening like the night sky underneath the dim red light of your bedroom. Mingyu’s doing, of course, he says red brings out the devil in him. 

If he only knew.

“Baby you’re so fucking wet I could just slip right in.” Mingyu hisses before slowly sinking his cock in between your folds. Your mouth goes agape with pleasure as your eyes find Joshua’s black irises. The glint reminds you of how you should’ve never messed with that spell-book all those months ago because now you were addicted to him and he knew. 

“You know he’s right Angel, I can smell you from over here, I bet if I made myself visible you’d let me slip in as well.” Joshua taps his foot against the carpeted floor twirling the stupid cane he always carries with him in between his hands. “But I think you’re enjoying me watching you get fucked by this poor excuse of a human.” 

Mingyu bottoms out as soon as the words leave Joshua’s mouth. His cock stretches you out nowhere nearly as much as Joshua’s but enough to get you moaning out his name. “B-Baby you’re so tight around me it’s like you were made for me.” Mingyu moans his hands find purchase against your hips as he starts to move slowly. 

“He’s wrong you’re mine but I guess I’ll let it slide for now because you know he won’t fuck you as good as I do, isn’t that right angel?” He leans back and crosses his legs in front of him, placing the cane on his lap and toying with the gold raven head. “Answer me angel you know I don’t like to be kept waiting.” 

“Mhmm, f-fuck yes sir.” You moan. Your back arches as the head of Mingyu’s cock finds the soft velvety spot inside of you. “I-I’m yours.” You hiss. Joshua grins, uncrossing his legs and taps his cane against your floor. Mingyu’s arm snake around your front and pulls you up against him as he continues to fuck up into you at a much faster pace than before. 

His lips find the base of your neck. He bites down and sucks, making you moan out his name, a pleasurable sigh leaves his mouth as he admires his mark on you. “Get him to shut up, baby.” He whispers in your ear before taking your earlobe in between his teeth and tugs on it. 

Your body freezes as Mingyu chuckles, slowing down his movements. His hands grip your breasts rolling your hardened nipples in between his palms. “W-What?” Your hands find Mingyu’s and you gazed up at Joshua who was now standing up and leaning against his cane slightly. 

“You didn’t think I’d let anyone fuck you, right?” Joshua smirks as he slowly makes his way to your bed. He brings his cane up and places it underneath your chin making you look at him, while Mingyu continues his slow and hard thrusts. “Mingyu and I go way back, and so when I couldn’t be there for you every time you begged for me I called him in, isn’t that right mutt?” He looks down at you giving you a wink, “It was fun pretending he couldn’t see me, honestly he lasted much longer than I expected.” 

“F-Fuck, shut up Josh.” Mingyu spits out. Your body freezes in fear when you see the black slowly take over Joshua’s eyes. He removes the cane from your chin and shakes his head as he slowly makes his way behind Mingyu. You tilt your head as Mingyu’s movements come to a halt. You whine in protest when his hands are ripped away from your body and you fall against your bed. 

The air escapes your lungs as you watch Joshua’s hand wrap tightly around Mingyu’s throat. “Just because I found a new cock sleeve doesn’t mean you get to talk to me like that. I still own you baby boy.” Joshua’s poisonous drawl sends shivers up your spine. His onyx eyes on you before shoving Mingyu away. He stumbles catching himself before he can completely entrap you underneath his body. 

Joshua stands there, looking down at you. The heat his body radiates makes the wetness between your legs grow and you moan clenching around Mingyu’s cock as it pulsed against your walls.  

“You’ve had your fun mutt now it’s my turn.” 

Joshua slowly tore his clothes away from his godlike body, making your drool.

You were sitting in between Mingyu’s legs, the silicon head of your vibrator pressed firmly against your clit. You mumbled incoherently trying to push the vibrator away from your body with your tied hands. 

You knew it was a mistake buying the crimson ropes a few days ago. Your plan had been to somehow use them against Joshua or Mingyu for that matter. Obviously your plan had backfired. 

“Why don’t you show him how hard you cum for me.” Mingyu whispers against your temple and raises the vibration level of your virbator. A quiet moan falls out of your mouth as your eyes meet Joshua’s black ones, while he unbuckles his belt. “I bet he’s jealous that every time I’ve fucked you, you’ve made a mess.” The cockiness in Mingyu’s voice is unmissed as you visibly watch Joshua’s features turn much darker than before. 

“That’s enough from you mutt, I was going to go easy on you both but now I’ve changed my mind.” 

“See he is jealous baby, he knows a lowlife human fucks you better than one of the princes of hell.” 

Prince of hell, what the fuck?

Joshua growls and whips his belt on the side of your bed making you jump. Mingyu chuckles and presses the silicon head onto your clit harder than before making you squirm. His free hand gets tighter around your body. The glares your two lovers are sending one another makes your skin grow cold and the blood running through your veins coil. 

“Make her cum and you’ll see what happens.” Joshua threatens his cock threatening to burst out of his black boxers. He stands there, arms crossed drinking in your body against Mingyu’s. The look he was giving you, full of lust and need. Is enough to send your orgasm crashing down at full force. You arch your back against Mingyu’s chest, the wetness rushes down your legs. Joshua licks his lips before kneeling down against your bed and slapping Mingyu’s hands away. A confident laugh falls out of the other boys lungs. 

“That’s enough Mingyu, I let you have your fun.” 

“You look so pretty tied up Mingyu.” You kiss down his chest, staring down at Joshua as he toys with Mingyu’s hot head. You watch as the precum leaks out of it as he squirms underneath you from being overstimulated.

“Why don’t you show him what you do to him in your dreams?” Joshua hazily gazes down at you before biting your cheek.  “I know I haven’t been around but I still know what goes in that pretty little head of yours angel.” 

“Did you enjoy them?” You move up Mingyu’s chest and over your lips over his. “They used to be of you and now they’re of another man.” You wink at Mingyu, his eyes hooded with ecstasy. “One that lets me play with him in every single way that I want.” You snake your hand between your bodies and grab his cock, moving it along with Joshua’s hand. 

Mingyu throws his head back, “Oh, f-fuck, f-fuck please.” He tugs on his restraints as you watch him, admiring the way his abs moved as he buckled his hips up into yours and Joshua’s hand. 

Joshua’s palm lands hard against one of your buttcheeks making you moan loudly and grip Mingyu’s cock harder. “Keep talking like that angel and you’ll end up like him.” 

“But I love it when you tie me up, sir.” 

Joshua shook his head in disbelief letting go of Mingyu’s cock. He places one of his hands on the back of your neck and brings you closer to him, his lips grazing your own. “I know angel but we’ll have other opportunities for that.” He mumbles before kissing your roughly his hands moving down your body. Your hand around Mingyu goes slack making him groan in annoyance. Your body melts against Joshua’s and you gasp against his lips when you felt his fingers spread your arousal around. 

“So wet my angel, enough to slip us both in.” He speaks and tugs against your bottom lip before pulling away. “Ride him.” You nod giving Joshua one last peck before straddling Mingyu’s lap. Your ground, your soaked pussy against his cock. “Does that feel good Gyu?” You looked down at him doe-eyed. His mouth agape and his hands gripping on the crimson ropes. A moan leaves your lungs as you take in how beautiful and powerless he looks underneath you. 

“You’re a goddess baby.” 

“Do I feel better than Joshua?” You drawl, lifting your hips, grabbing his cock before slowly sinking down on it. You watch as the pleasure overtakes his body again. His toned chest heaving and his eyes pleading silently to be set free. And as much as you wanted to and feel his hands roam around your body. You knew going against Joshua’s orders was out of the question.

You had once been at the receiving end of one of his punishments and it left you on the brink of death. It took days and the drinking of his blood to recover. 

You had learned your lesson. 

“Be careful how you answer that mutt, don’t forget you’re still mine and I can do anything I want to you.” 

You smirk and lean down, giving Mingyu a chaste kiss, then corner of his mouth, his cheek, and finally the shell of his ear, “don’t worry daddy your secret is safe with me.” You whisper. His body shudders underneath you at the sound of your lust-filled voice. You wink and place your hands against his chest, keeping your steady pace against him. 

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Joshua mutters. He moves so he is situated behind you, his hand goes up your back, tracing the ridges of your spin before it reaches your neck. He slowly wraps his fingers around your neck making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You speed up your movements against Mingyu. “Are you ready for me?” 

“Y-Yes please, I-I want to feel full.” Your nails dig into Mingyu’s pecst. His hands itching to touch you as you slowly fell apart above him. 

“As you wish, angel.” Joshua grabs his cock with his free hand and spreads his precum around his length, lubbing himself up. Not that he needed it anyway, you were so wet that he wouldn’t have a problem with slipping in. 

You stop moving and lean against Mingyu’s chest as Joshua inches his way to your stretched out pussy. “Tell me if it hurts alright?” He mumbles before entering you slowly, moaning loudly as he feels your warmth engulf him in and the ridges of Mingyu’s hard cock against his own. 

“F-Fuck...we should’ve d-done this more often.” Mingyu groans, gripping the ropes around his wrists, as Joshua bottoms out inside you. 

The feeling of having them both snugged deeply inside of you and Joshua’s grip around your neck was overwhelming. The pleasure ran through your body in intense waves and you felt yourself grow weak against the two of them. “M-Move please.” You whisper.

Joshua was the first one to move, Mingyu following in suit. Your body falls limp against Joshua’s. Your eyes closed as the pleasure increases. They begin alternating their thrusts. Your moans fill the air of your room along with the racy sounds of your skin slapping against one another. 

“You like being fucked stupid isn’t that right angel?” Joshua hisses his grip on your neck falters. “I should’ve known your pussy was greedy and can take more than one cock at once.” He places his palm against your lower back and pushes you forward. Your sweaty chest lands against Mingyu’s, as they move together as one. 

“She’s a selfish slut right baby?” Mingyu snickered. “I should’ve sent you the video’s she would send me every time I was at work sooner.” 

“That’s right angel, I’m a little offended I never got any of those.” 

“S-Sorry shit t I-I’m cumming please let me cum sir.” You whimper. “Fill me up with your cum please.” 

“Mmmm, so dirty.” Joshua thrusts into you harder as did Mingyu, not wasting a minute to help you reach your high and theirs. You felt the pressure build-up in the pit of your stomach as they continue fucking into you harder than before. Your orgasm hits you harder than before as they both ram into you, hitting your sweet spot at the same time. 

“Fuck you squirted again b-baby.” Mingyu groans thrusting once more before spilling himself inside of you, “Shit so pretty.” Joshua breathes before spilling himself inside of you. Their cum covers your velvet walls mixing with yours and spills out of you as they triy their best to fuck it back into you, while riding out their highs. 

“G-God I’m so full, mmh, fuck fuck.” 

“Untie me please.” Mingyu pleads, tugging on his restraints rather hard, making a shiver go up your spin and your spent body rests against his chest. Joshua rolls his eyes at Mingyu. He moves out of you, making you whine at the loss of his cock. You clench around Mingyu’s cock as more of their cum leaks out of you. Joshua leans over your body and quickly unties both of Mingyu’s wrists. 

Mingyu’s hands fly to your back, rubbing soothing circles against it as the three of you panted, trying to put the air back into your lungs. “I got you baby it’s okay.” You nod as he whispers into your ear, giving your temple a light kiss. 

“How cute, but we aren’t done yet, we have a lot of lost time to c--”

“That’s enough Joshua let her rest for a while.” Mingyu interrupts him. Your eyes blow out in shock.

In the months you had known Joshua no one dared to talk to him the way Mingyu had been the entire night. It made you curious as to what the nature of their relationship really was because obviously, it had been more to what they led on. 

“I find it funny how you th--”

“Enough Joshua, you may own me but don’t forget I know your little secret and we wouldn’t want your brother’s or whatever to find out now would we?” Mingyu sits up and pulls you along with him cradling you against his chest. 

Joshua and he share a glare before the bed dips next to you. Joshua lays down, his hands behind his head as he looks up at the ceiling. You gaped at him his face contorting into all kinds of emotions all of which you couldn’t read and your curiosity grew. 

“What se--.” 

“Not important angel, he’s talking nonsense like always.”

[papofglencoe]

On Innovation

Thomas Edison once said, “There are no rules here- we’re trying to accomplish something.” That’s the heart, inspiration, determination, and spirit of an inventor speaking. You’re an inventor... the inventor of your next breath- your next moment- ones that have never existed, and never will again. What are you ‘free’ to accomplish with these moments? The real answer... anything you can imagine. 

Rules are the limiting logic of two-dimensional attempts to guarantee safety and avoid conflict, but they can also stifle innovation. Innovation and safety don’t always coexist. Stress will oppose invention to prove the value of rules over the spirit of innovation. Such is the nature of many institutions that have lost touch with their innovative beginnings- like nations, religions, cultures, and ideas. 

The idea of human societies... are extensions of the innovation of ‘campfires.’ Gatherings took place around these campfires to provide warmth and security; to cook food and extend comfort to the individuals. Gathering together was more efficient than going it alone, and rules began as a means of maintaining the purpose of the warmth, security, food, and comfort. 

But rules- once established- are not innovative, and innovation must reach through the rules- take a moment out beyond the rules- dare to ask the questions that reconsider the value of the rules. If the value no longer exists, then it’s time to shift the rules. 

Your life was created to invent and innovate the future, not blindly follow the rules from the past. 

Our prayer is that you’re courageous enough to relax the rules; that you’re not here to attack the rules, but you’re also not attached to them; that you’re prepared to compassionately respond to those who question your authority to innovate; that you’re willing to stand alone- away from the comfort of the community campfire if necessary- to innovate a future that produces an invention to serve everyone’s needs- not just the rule’s needs.

-Guru Singh (IG: gurusinghyogi)

[thebrotherssalvatore321]

Keeping Secrets Ch. 51

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

A/N: According to the TVD universe timeline I’ve been using, Hayley was pregnant with Hope for like, a year and a half or some crazy crap. So just so you guys know in this story, Baby M. was conceived in late March, putting Katie’s due date in late December or early January.

Late October (The day after Rebekah left)

Katie, sleeping with her back to Klaus’s chest, was woken up by the feel of him slipping his fingertips lightly up her bare arm, skipping over the strap of her pajama top as he moved them over her shoulder and across her chest. Curious about what he’d do next she kept her eyes closed, pretending to still be asleep. He traced back over his previous path then down her side and over her thigh that he gently gripped. The touch sent a tingle throughout her body, but she tried her best to hide her reaction.

Since that didn’t wake her he slowly moved his hand up and under her pajama shorts and she almost had to bite her lip to hide her reaction to his teasing. He knew she was awake, not from her relaxed face or slow even breathing, but from the beat of her heart, that skipped at his tempting touches. With his hand now on her hip he pulled her closer then went back to lightly slipping his fingertips over her smooth exposed skin. When he moved his hand back to her chest and pressed his palm to it, his fingertips touching the hollow of her neck, her heart skipped again and he couldn’t hold back his chuckle. “You are an amazing actress, Little Phoenix, but the beating of your heart betrays you.”

She smiled, but didn’t open her eyes. “I’ll work in it.”

“Why do you attempt to fool me?” he asked, letting his eyes skim her face.

“Because I’m afraid if I open my eyes you’ll stop touching me like that.” she answered then opened her eyes to see him studying her face. “I missed you.” he placed the backs of his fingers on her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. “When those witches took you I…” she narrowed her eyes and shook her head, “I hated not being able to help you, not knowing where you were or what they were doing to you. How did they manage to take you down anyway?”

“While Elijah was saving you from that burning house, Sophie Deveraux stabbed me with Papa Tunde’s blade. I passed out and woke up in the sanatorium.” He answered then dropped his hand to rest on the side of her neck.

“Well, the next time I see her I’m going to bust one of Bonnie’s magic muting bombs in her face and break her neck.” Katie said through gritted teeth.

“I would pay to see that, Little Phoenix, however someone beat you to the punch.” He told her getting a curious look from her. “Sophie is dead, Elijah didn’t tell you?” he asked and she shook her head no.

“So what happened to you, at the sanatorium?” Katie asked, getting back on topic.

“Genevieve shackled me to a chair, took the blade out, kept me weak and linked my mind to Rebekah’s. While we were linked Genevieve forced Rebekah to take a walk down memory lane revealing her betrayal.” he answered.

“Why? What did Genevieve get out of it?” Katie asked with a frown.

“Revenge against Rebekah.” Klaus answered.

Katie gave him a confused shake of her head. “I know Rebekah used her to bring your father here, but that doesn’t seem reason enough to completely wreck someone’s family.”

“When Genevieve found out exactly who she brought to town and that Mikael would kill me she threatened to come to me and beg for forgiveness for what she had unknowingly done. Rebekah could not let that happen, so she infected Genevieve and her nosey little friend with Spanish influenza and had them locked in quarantine until they died.”

“Do you happen to know the name of the friend?” Katie asked curiously.

“Clara I think.” He answered, “Why?”

“Things are making so much more sense now.” Katie said with a look around and a shake of her head. “In 1919 Celeste was using Clara’s body. Both Celeste and Genevieve were victims of Mikaelson mistakes and Bastianna went along with everything because she was mad at Father K. and Marcel for screwing up the harvest ritual.”

To change the subject Klaus slipped his hand over her growing stomach and asked, “How is our little princess?”

“I haven’t felt her move in a while. I’m worried.” Katie admitted as she slipped her hand over his and looked down at her dark blue pajama tank top covered stomach.

“Her heartbeat is as strong as ever.” He told her as he brushed his thumb back and forth over her stomach. “We can find a doctor in town to take you to if you need more reassurance.”

She was about to take him up on the offer when the baby kicked hard, making their hands move. “Nope, I think I know what the problem was.” Katie told him as she gave his shoulder a push then moved to straddle him.

“Yeah?” he asked, placing his hands on her hips as she settled into his lap.

“She, like her mother, simply missed you.” She was about to lean in and kiss him when her phone on the bedside table chimed so she leaned over and grabbed it.

“If that is Nate I’m going to get jealous.” He told her with a bit of a smirk.

“It’s Hayley.” She replied as she opened the text. “Did you know the crescent wolves have been cursed to only be human on the full moon?” she asked and he shook his head no. “Elijah told me about it and Hayley came to me the day before yesterday asking for information in exchange for helping keep the peace between us and the wolves. Turns out Celeste cursed them while hopping a ride in a Deveraux witch’s body.” Klaus slipped his hands up her sides as she read the text, going back to caressing her like he had been before they started talking. “According to this message Hayley got to Celeste before Elijah killed her and got what she needed to cure her people.” Katie texted back, “Awesome.” and a smiley face emoji then put her phone away. “On the subject of Nate, who’s not gay just so you know,” Klaus gave her an I-knew-it look. “Oh don’t look at me like that. Straight or not he’s not interested in me like that. Besides, I doubt I’ll be talking to him anytime soon considering he’s been banished from the quarter. It seems it’s not meant for me to have friends here.”

“Why not get Bonnie to make a daylight ring for Josh?” Klaus asked. “He’s completely loyal to Marcel and you’ve expressed the desire for his friendship in the past.”

“Bonnie doesn’t make those rings for just anyone. She didn’t even want to make one for me, but Damon and Elena talked her into it and I had to promise that I wouldn’t feed on people before I could have it.” she said with a shake of her head. “And I kept that promise up until I stopped clinging so tightly to a relationship that was doomed from the beginning.”

“So that’s why your compulsion sucked when we first met.” He said with a small smile at the memory of the guy that Klaus almost killed at homecoming.

“Pretty much.” She nodded. “And after getting compelled by Elijah I have to wonder if all compulsion feels that invasive and violating or just what he compelled me to do.”

“You’re livid with him for that, aren't you?” he asked, seeing a spark in her eyes.

“Livid is an understatement.” she answered with a nod as she dropped her eyes to his shirt covered chest. “That slap was not satisfying enough.” She looked into his eyes. “I’m guessing you’re mad at him for defending Rebekah.”

“As well as a plethora of other things.” He replied then slipped his hand over her cheek and pulled her down for a slow, sweet kiss. “Less discussion.” He whispered then started kissing his way to her neck, pulling a sigh from her when he grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin. “Show me how much you missed me.” he whispered then kissed her earlobe as he threaded his fingers through her long, wavy auburn locks at the nape of her neck. She pulled back and looked him in the eyes as she grabbed the hem of the grey wife beater he’d worn to sleep and pulled it over his head. His hands settled on her sides as she tossed the shirt aside then turned her eyes to his torso, slipping her fingertips over his shoulders, his collarbones, down his chest, over his perfectly toned abs and around to hold his sides. She leaned forward and kissed his chest slowly working her way up to his neck where she nibbled, pulling a sigh from him as his hands lightly squeezed her hips.

She kissed just below his ear before she whispered, “Tá tú gan locht.” “You are perfect.” Her words, spoken seductively in her native tongue, made a toe curling groan slip from his lips and he wanted to take her right then, but after two nights without her, he wanted to make the moment last. So she kissed down to his chest, "tá tú dathúil." "You are handsome." she kissed over to one of his nipples and swirled her tongue around it making him sigh and back to the nape of her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair. "Tá tú blasta..." "You are delicious..." she pulled back and looked into his lust veiled eyes, “and...Kingdom or no kingdom…'' She moved to sit on her knees beside him, "village or no village," removed the blankets from his lap then slipped her fingertips up his inner thigh stopping at the line of his boxers then leaned up and caught his lips in a kiss that quickly heated up. When it finally broke she opened her eyes, her bright greens meeting his steel blues, "beidh tú i mo rí go deo." "you will forever be my king."

A gasp left his lips as he whooshed to his knees, one hand still on the back of her neck and the other pressed to her lower back, holding her as close to him as her belly would allow. Her hands pressed into his back as he caught her lips with his. Every ounce of passion, how much what she said meant to him washing over her like a tidal wave. As his tongue found hers her hands slipped down to his lower back, lightly scratching him as she moved her hands to hold his sides, steadying herself. He broke the kiss and cupped her cheek in his large hand as he looked into her equally lust clouded eyes. “Tá tú, mo bhanríon, ar meisciúil.” “You, my queen, are intoxicating.” She’d known he could understand her when she spoke Irish, but she didn’t know he could speak it and doing so caused an overwhelming amount of love and desire to wash over her.

A smile spread over her lips before she bit her bottom one and let it slip between her teeth. “Say that again.”

“Tá tú meisciúil.” “You’re intoxicating.” He repeated as he brushed his thumb over her cheek.

“The other part.” She told him with a smirk.

“Mo bhanríon.” “My Queen.” He picked up her left hand from his side and looked down at the tiara on her finger, sat it and her other hand on his shoulders then grabbed her butt with one hand and her back with the other, picking her up. A laugh left her lips as she wrapped her legs around him and he laid her back cutting off her laugh with his lips on hers.

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Katie stood in the kitchen making a late breakfast when Elijah walked in. “Where is Niklaus this morning?” he asked as he leaned on the frame of the archway that led into the room.

“His studio.” She answered flatly, not looking up from the banana she was slicing. She was hoping he’d go away in pursuit of Klaus, but instead he walked over to stand beside her, leaning his hip on the edge of the counter.

“I owe you an apology.” He told her as he set his hand on the bar next to the cutting board.

She flipped the knife around in her hand, slammed it down into the back of his hand. He looked at his hand and the knife that she still held onto then back at her. She looked into his brown eyes with a glare that he was unfortunately getting used to being aimed at him. “I am getting, so sick of your apologies.” She told him through gritted teeth. “Thanks to you, in the back of my head I am still unwillingly coming up with ways to excuse what Rebekah has done.”

“You are the one person he listens to. I needed you to talk him down.” Elijah reasoned.

“Playing mediator was not my job or my wish at that moment.” She argued angrily as she jerked the blade out of his hand and tossed it into the sink. “He looked like death warmed over and all I wanted was to be there for him, however he needed me. Rather that was simply nursing him back to health or talking him out of killing his sister.”

“You made it perfectly clear you had no intentions of that.” Elijah pointed out.

“I was angry with her and pissed at you for stabbing him!” She yelled at him, but she stopped, closed her eyes and placed her hands on the bar as she took a deep breath then let it out. “I said things I didn’t mean. If you seriously think I’d ever really want him to kill her,” she looked back up at him, “for him to live, knowing that he was the one that took her from this world…then you really don’t know me at all.”

“Yes, well, you were not the only one who was angry.” He pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the blood from his hand where she had stabbed him.

“Oh I’m aware.” She used her hand to scrape the banana slices off of the cutting board into a bowl of honey nut cheerios. “Klaus and Rebekah aren’t the only ones who inherited the Mikaelson temper. You, in your anger, kicked a friend of mine out of this house.”

“You made a friend amongst the riffraff. Why does that not surprise me?” he asked, his air of superiority pissing her off.

She grabbed the jug of milk out of the fridge and took the cap off. “Just because they were loyal to Marcel and Klaus does not make them unworthy of being in the presence of the holier-than-thou Elijah Mikaelson.” She poured some milk in her bowl then capped it and looked at Elijah. “My friend's name is Nate and he is welcome here anytime I damn well please.” She grabbed her bowl of cereal and took a bite.

“If I find out he has less than honorable intentions for you I will put an end to them.” Elijah warned her.

“I’ve come to expect no less from you.” she replied and started to walk off.

“Katie.” She turned back to him with a sigh and an eye roll. He walked over to her, placed his fingertips on her cheek then looked into her eyes. “You are free of my compulsion.”

She blinked out of the compulsive state then took his hand off her face. “Thank you. Now, if you ever compel me again, you can expect more than a slap to the face and a knife through your hand.”

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Later that evening Elijah led Katie to the court yard where Nate stood near the fountain. “He asked to speak to you.” Elijah told her as they walked down the stairs.

“Nate, what are you doing here? Elijah could have killed you.” Katie asked as she walked over to him and the other two vampires.

“I don’t want to leave the quarter. It’s my home.” Nate answered. “Most of the others are across the river following Diego, but I have a different leader in mind.” He made a motion at her with his hand.

“Me?” Katie asked with raised brows and a disbelieving tone. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Hear me out.” He told her defensively. “I understand that you have Klaus and Elijah, but they can’t always be with you. You’ve complained in the past about not being about to go out and about without one of them with you to make sure the witches leave you be. You need a body guard since your dad left. Besides, I kind of thought we had become friends and I don’t leave my friends even when an original tells me to.” He glanced at Elijah who was standing behind Katie then back at her.

“Don’t you have friends amongst the people that you’re leaving behind for me?” Katie asked with a narrow eyed head shake.

“Not really, no.” he answered as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “I’ve lived here for five years. Only a year of that has been spent with Marcel and his people and the whole time I was with them I never felt like I was one of them. You’re the first friend I’ve had here.” He finished with a shrug.

“Then how did you get a daylight ring so fast?” Katie asked.

“I was a vampire before I moved here. Not all witches hate vampires, as you well know.” He pointed out with a motion to the daylight ring she still wore. “If I have to follow a leader to live in this city then I choose you.” he told her with a shrug.

“I say he can stay.” Klaus’s voice hit their ears and they both looked at him as he walked down the stairs to stand beside Elijah. “Though, I’m not sure my opinion is the one that matters at the moment.”

“I would like him to stay here and be able to come and go as he pleases.” Katie said with a look at Elijah.

Elijah frowned in thought and crossed his arms over his chest. After a few seconds that felt like minutes he gave Katie a nod then looked at Nate. “Do not make me regret letting you stay.” Nate gave him a nod.

A Week Later

Katie sat at a chair at the hair salon in the quarter, the hairdresser cutting her long hair that hadn’t been cut in over a year, back into the style Katie preferred which was shoulder length with layers and side bangs. Nate sat in a chair outside keeping an eye on every person that entered the salon while pretending to read a newspaper.

“You know,” Genevieve said as she sat down in the empty chair next to Katie that wasn’t being used by a hairdresser, “You may have Klaus wrapped around your finger, but I’ll have that little knot untied in no time.”

“Excuse me?” Katie asked with raised brows as she looked at Genevieve out of the corners of her eyes, not able to turn her head for fear of messing up her stylist.

Genevieve propped her elbow up on the armrest of the chair. “Once he sees how powerful I am and that I can offer him things you could never dream of, he’ll realize you are nothing more than a has been.”

“You’re forgetting two little problems with your theory.” Katie pointed out, turning her head while her stylist sprayed her hair with water, to give Genevieve a glare. “I’m pregnant with his daughter, and he loves me. He’d never leave me for an overconfident little witch bitch like you.”

Genevieve looked at her painted red nails and shrugged. “We’ll see about that.” she gave Katie a confident smirk as she stood and walked away.

Not two seconds later Nate sat down beside her. “I tried to stop her, but she did that stupid thing witches do where they make it feel like your head’s going to explode.” He told her with a rub of his temples.

“It’s fine.” She told him with a shake of her head.

“Are you gonna tell Klaus?” he asked, sounding worried.

“That a witch got past you or that said witch is out to snatch him away from me?” she asked with a look at him before the stylist asked her to look straight ahead. So she did.

“Um…both?” he answered though it sounded more like a question.

“I have to warn him that she’s after him, even though she could try as hard as she wanted to and she’d never come between us.” she answered. “Don’t worry about Klaus. Unless you do something incredibly stupid like side with our enemies, you’re safe.”

Present Time

Elijah stood in the doorway of Katie’s recording studio watching her where she sat on the couch in the control room, practicing guitar that she’d been getting lessons to play. She’s also been getting lessons on recording and writing music. “What is that you’re playing?” he asked curiously.

“You mean other than a guitar?” she asked then looked away from her fingers on the guitar strings to give him a smile that let him know she was joking with him. He gave her a small, fleeting smile back as he walked in and sat down in the chair at the control table, facing her. “It’s a song of mine, ‘Lonely’.” She answered.

“May I hear it?” he asked hopefully.

“Mmmm…I don’t know…” she answered with a draw. “It’s kind of depressing and I’m not that good yet.” She reasoned with a motion to the guitar.

“I promise not to judge.” He told her with a serious look then gave her a small smile.

“Fine…” she sighed then turned her attention to her guitar and started playing a slow, melancholy tune and sang. “I’m slowly killing myself. Trying so hard at the back of the shelf. It’s just the same every day. I’m writing these songs that will never get played. I get told what’s wrong and what’s right. I don’t have a fantastic life. Everyone’s dying so I keep on trying to make ‘em proud before they’re gone. Can’t someone help me, please, someone help me. I don’t care, anyone or anything ‘cause I’m so sick of being so lonely.” She finished at what she had learned to play then looked at Elijah to see him frowning. “It sucks, I know…” she sighed and set the guitar on the couch beside her.

“No, it was good.” Elijah countered still with a frown on his face. “When did you write it?”

“The end of sophomore year, right after Elena’s parents died. Why?” she asked with a frown.

“Because what I just heard was a literal cry for help.” He told her, sounding really worried.

“Let me guess you thought I’d been feeling neglected by Klaus and lonely because he’s been…entertaining, Genevieve.” She said with a smirk that told him he was being ridiculous. He just nodded. “I knew what I was getting into when we started this whole thing. He’s not neglecting me. I still get just as much time with him as I always did. She gets his days, I get his nights and after Klaus’s wolf relatives and the crescent wolves have moonlight rings on their fingers…she gets dropped on her bony little ass.”

“You are aware that in order to keep up the charade Klaus will eventually be required to give her some of your nights, right?” Elijah pointed out.

“I’m aware.” Katie nodded.

“She will grow suspicious if she even so much as suspects that you and Klaus are still together.” He reminded her.

“And have I not played my part perfectly?” Katie asked, getting irritated with him.

“You have, which is what confuses me.” he told her with a frown. “How are you okay with him indulging her?”

“Because I know where his heart truly lies and that everything that happens between them means absolutely nothing to him and everything to her.” Katie argued.

“How can you so callously crush someone’s heart when yours has been broken so many times?” Elijah asked.

“Because after torturing him and Rebekah, threatening to take Klaus from me and therefore break up yet another part of his family she deserves to get dropped on her ass.” Katie answered then decided to change the subject a bit. “So how’s it going with your end of things?”

“I have gotten the new faction leaders to agree to a meeting this afternoon.” He answered. “Would you like to join me in leading it?” he asked, catching Katie a little off guard. “Diego and Hayley respect you.”

“Yes, but Genevieve will be there representing the witches. Witches, who I need not remind you, I have a special hatred of. Putting the two of us in one room together will be like putting two angry vipers in a tank and watching them fight to the death. It will be counter productive to the mission.” Katie pointed out.

“Yes, you are probably right about that.” he agreed.

“Is she gone yet?” Katie asked, missing the enhanced hearing she once had as a vampire.

Elijah listened for a moment. “No. She and Niklaus are talking, but it’s nothing of import. Would you like me to interrupt and urge her to leave?”

“Yes, please.” Katie told him with a thankful look.

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That afternoon, while Elijah and Genevieve were at the summit, Katie and Klaus had lunch together. “So, how are things with Genevieve?” Katie asked before she took a bite of her b.l.t. sandwich.

“I believe she has grown suspicious.” He answered making Katie give him a curious look. “I noticed a willows hoop dream catcher, adorned with the bones and feet of a chicken, on a shelf in our quarters.”

“She’s spying on you.” Katie observed getting a look from Klaus that asked how she knew about the witch’s use of dream catcher spy glasses. “Fiona’s mother used them all the time to keep tabs on my father. That way she wouldn’t get caught healing my back.”

Klaus looked at her with sadness in his eyes and she knew it was because he too knew what it felt like to have his flesh split open with tiny strips of leather. He took a deep breath, then let it out and took a bite of his lunch. “Yes, she is spying on me. So we can no longer sleep in our quarters.”

“Because if you move or destroy the dream catcher it will only further her suspicions.” Katie sighed.

“And I’m afraid her suspicion stems from the fact that she and I have been taking it too slow. My actions do not match my reputation.” He added. “It is time I took the next step with her…”

“Well,” Katie paused to swallow the food in her mouth then continued, “we knew this was going to happen sooner or later.” she pushed her empty plate away and took a drink of water from the clear wine glass.

“I can not tell if you are hiding your resentment with indifference or if you truly do not care rather or not I sleep with Genevieve.” He observed.

“Klaus…” she sighed as she stood from the chair and walked around the table to lean her butt against it as she looked down at him, “I truly don’t care if you have sex with her. If you’re comfortable using it as a tool of manipulation then so am I.” she assured him. “All of this…Elijah working to unite the factions, us empowering the werewolves and manipulating Genevieve into doing so…it’s all to achieve one main goal.” She placed her hand on his cheek. “Create a safe environment for our daughter with you and the werewolves at the top of the totem pole. It will take time, but I have all faith that we can make it happen.” He scooted his chair back and grabbed her hips as she slid to stand in front of him. “I’ve asked you before and I have to ask again…are you comfortable using sex to manipulate her?”

“It’s nothing I haven’t done a thousand times before.” He answered as he slipped a hand over her stomach. “It’s easy when she means absolutely nothing to me.” she gave him a look that asked him to give her a straight answer. “Yes, I am comfortable with it.”

“Then we have nothing to worry about.” She told him then leaned down and pressed her lips to his. “Though I worry a little,” she made a pinching gesture with her thumb and pointer finger, “that she will be better than me, all things considered.” Her eyes glanced down at her massive stomach.

“You needn’t worry about that.” Klaus assured her as he stood up and looked down at her.

“But I do.” She replied as she slid her hands up his chest. “I can hardly breath these days much less satisfy you…” her eyes slipped from his to look at her hands on his chest. “Besides, you clearly have a thing for redheads considering I found a painting you made of a very beautiful woman with long, wavy, red locks in the attic.”

“How do you know it’s one of mine?” Klaus asked with a tilt of his head.

“Because I’ve watched you paint enough to know your brushstrokes when I see them.” Katie answered.

“I’ll admit to having a predilection for red hair.” he told her before he pecked her on the end of her nose, “However, you…are the red head I crave every second I am away from you.” he leaned down and caught her lips in a long, slow, sweet kiss.

When it broke she looked into his blue eyes. “I love you, Big Bad Wolf.” He just smiled and slipped his thumb over her cheekbone. “So…how’s Father Kieran?”

“His lucidity is slowly deteriorating.” Klaus answered. “I’ve heard talk of him being replaced as the leader of the human faction.”

“By who?” Katie asked with a frown.

“Francesca Correa.” He answered. “She is the city’s leading philanthropist.”

“So she’s a do-gooder like Father K.?” Katie asked curiously.

“She also owns the biggest casino in the city and is the matriarch to a rather sizable drug trafficking empire.” He added.

“Okay…definitely not a do-gooder.” Katie drawled. “Have you spoken to Cami?” Klaus just shook his head as his cell phone dinged in his back pocket.

“The summit is over. No doubt Genevieve will be here soon.” He told her.

“I will be so glad when this is all done and she is banned from this house.” Katie sighed.

“That makes two of us.” Klaus told her then pecked her on the lips. “Until then we all have our parts to play.”

Katie simply blew air between her lips as she led her head fall forward to rest on his chest. Knowing what she was feeling he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

TVDTVDTVD

With Nate at her side Katie looked through maternity dresses on a rack in the local maternity boutique. “So why are you going to this party?” Nate asked as he looked through a rack then held up a black dress and she shook her head no.

“Because it’s partially my responsibility to help Klaus and Elijah make this place safe for my child to grow up in.” She answered and he held up another dress. “Ooh, I like that one.” She took it from him when he held it out to her and draped it over her arm. “And you wonder why I thought you were gay when we first met.” She commented with a playful smile.

“Hey, a guy doesn’t have to be gay to know what will look good on a woman.” He defended.

“Oh I’m aware.” she replied with a laugh.

“For curiosity’s sake why did you think I was gay?” he asked as he held up another dress that she liked and tossed it over her arm.

“You’re pretty for a guy.” She answered and he gave her a “get serious” look. “And I mean that in a very…Jensen Ackles kind of way.”

“Thanks…I think.” He told her as he held up another dress and she shook her head.

“You’re welcome.” She told him then looked at her arm to see that she had way too many dresses stacked on it. “I’m going to go try these on.” After waiting for what felt like forever for her to be done she stepped out of the dressing room in a dark blue form fitting dress that stopped just above her knees with a deep v cowl neckline and long sleeves. “Be honest, what do you think? Is it too plain?”

“I think if you wear that dress every male at the party as well as some females might have heart attacks.” He answered.

“Is that a good thing?” Katie asked with an unsure look down at the generous amount of cleavage that the dress revealed.

“Yes.” He answered. “And no, it’s not too plain.”

“It doesn’t look like I’m trying way too hard to be sexy when in reality I look like a blue whale?” she asked self-consciously.

“No.” he answered. “If your goal is to make Klaus remember what he left for a shapeless bean pole with no personality setting other than bitch, then this is your dress.”

“What would I do without you?” Katie asked fondly.

“You would be a hopeless mess too scared to leave the compound.” He answered, then smiled and shook his head. “Na, you’d be just fine, friendless, but fine. Now go change, I still need to buy something to wear to this fancy pants shindig.”

She ducked back behind the curtain of the changing room. “You’re coming tonight?” she asked knowing that parties weren’t usually his thing.

“You think I’m going to let you walk into a room of witches, werewolves and vampires without a bodyguard?” he asked as if her question was silly. “No. I’m your self appointed friend date.”

Katie just laughed to herself at his silly over protectiveness. “You know both Elijah and Klaus will be there right? Neither of them will let anything happen to me.”

“Yes, but Elijah will most likely be working the floor ensuring that everyone gets along with each other and Klaus will have his head up Genevieve’s butt.” He pointed out.

“Okay, fine, you can be my friend date.” She told him as she pulled her maternity shirt over her head then stepped out of the booth and shrugged her jacket on.

TVDTVDTVD

Loud dance music floated upstairs from the party that was kicking off downstairs and into the bedroom that was attached to the nursery where Katie stood at a vanity fastening a shimmering bracelet around her wrist. When it was secured she took off the necklace Klaus had given her and added some small shimmering beads to the chain dressing it up to match the form flattering dress. Klaus let himself in and quietly closed the door. Katie turned to see him dressed in a black suit with a black dress shirt and a black and gold printed tie. “Hello handsome.” Katie greeted with an appreciative tone that suggested if she had it her way they wouldn’t leave the bedroom at all tonight.

Klaus growled, low and deep, as he sat his hands on her waist then slid them down to her hips and caught her lips with his. “Was it your intention, when you chose that dress, to torture me all night?”

Katie laughed and he noticed a devious tone in it. “I chose it to show Genevieve that regardless of what she thinks even eight months pregnant I’m still sexier than she’ll ever be. Torturing you and making you think only of me all night was just a happy side note.”

He gave her an impressed look with his lust filled eyes. “You haven’t peeked at the nursery have you?” he asked considering he knew it was tempting to do so, but he hadn’t finished it yet and didn’t want her to see it until he was done.

“I promised you I wouldn’t.” she told him with an eye roll and he gave her a look that told her to be honest. “No, I haven’t peeked at your unfinished project.”

“And you remember your role for tonight?” he asked, getting back to business.

“Yep, hang out with Nate, look defeated when I see you with Genevieve, help keep an eye out for tension and if need be distract Genevieve catty, immature banter while you’re talking to Jackson who is the alpha of one of the two branches of crescent wolves.” She answered then slid her hands over the smooth skin of his neck.

He smiled down at her but it faded when an uncomfortable look flashed across her face and she placed her hand on her stomach. “What’s wrong?” he asked, suddenly concerned.

“It’s nothing.” She assured him with a shake of her head as her face relaxed.

“Katie.” He drawled in a warning tone.

“Klaus.” She mimicked back. “It’s just Braxton hicks.”

“You’re sure?” he asked with wide worried eyes.

“I’m sure.” She assured him then dropped her hand from her loosening stomach. “I know what contractions feel like. I’ll tell you when I start feeling the real thing.” He breathed out a heavy breath and rested his forehead on hers. “I know you grow more anxious the closer we get to the due date…” she sighed as she grabbed his hands off of her hips and threaded their fingers together as she looked into his steel blue eyes. “But we’ll be okay.”

It was rare for him to let her see him vulnerable, but every time he did it just reminded her how much he cared for her and trusted her. Eventually, as the music outside grew louder, Klaus let go of her hands and pecked her on the lips. “Let’s get this show on the road shall we?” he asked as he held his hand out to the door for her to go first.

TVDTVDTVD

Katie and Nate were sitting at a table munching on some hors d’oeuvres when Genevieve and the three harvest girls walked in from one entrance. At the same time, a group of people led by two rustically handsome men, one with long blond hair and the other with shorter, but still long brown hair, came in from the second. “I’m guessing those guys are the crescent wolves?” Katie asked Nate.

“Yep. Something tells me it’s only a matter of time before this party gets interesting.” He answered then noticed her plate was empty so he grabbed his then motioned to hers, “you done with that?” she gave him a nod so he went to pass the plates off to a waiter. While he was gone she watched Elijah join the party and Katie was going to go talk to him and compliment him on his party planning skills, but another woman beat her to it and started flirting with him. “Feeling jealous?” Nate asked as he joined her at the tall table and handed her a champagne flute of sparkling white grape juice.

“What?” she asked looking away from the woman and Elijah, to a smirking Nate. “Why would I be jealous?”

“Um, probably because you two were a thing once upon a time.” He answered getting a frown from Katie considering she never told him about her past with Elijah. “It’s kind of public knowledge that you were soul bound to him and the link only broke because your soul shattered. The recovery from which led to you being able to get knocked up by Klaus when you were still a vampire.”

“My life’s story is public knowledge?” she asked with raised brows and he nodded. “Wow, that sucks. But to answer your question, no I’m not jealous. I’m curious.” She told him with a sigh then looked to see that Elijah was elsewhere, but the woman still stood at the table choosing desserts.

“You’re curious?” he asked disbelievingly.

“Last I heard he was dating Hayley. So when I see him flirting with whoever that chick is, yeah I get a touch curious.” She defended.

“That chick is Francesca Correa.” Nate informed her with a smirk.

“Would it completely and totally annoy you if I asked you to be nosey and tell me what Elijah and Diego are talking about?” Katie asked with a nod of her head at the two men.

“Not at all, I love being nosey.” He told her with an interested smirk then noticed her giving him a look. “What, guys can be nosey too.”

“I knew there was a reason I like you.” she told him with a laugh that he playfully shushed.

“Elijah is telling Diego to be polite and welcoming to the wolves, but they killed Diego’s family and would have killed him too had Marcel not saved him.” Nate told her while continuing to listen then Katie watched as Elijah said something to Diego and walked away.

“What did Elijah say back?” Katie asked, but when she looked at Nate she saw that he was looking off to the side and up. She followed his gaze and realized he’d noticed Klaus and Genevieve standing on the upper balcony talking.

“Elijah used fancy words to tell him to suck it up and Genevieve just called you a walking incubator with trashy taste in fashion.” He answered. The insult didn’t bother her, it wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard a thousand times before in her life. What bothered her was when Klaus placed his hand on Genevieve’s shoulder and said something to make her smile before he kissed her.

It wasn’t passionate or even a lingering kiss, but it was still a kiss and the first time Katie had actually seen them together. “If you squeeze that glass any harder it’s going to break and slice your hand open. I don’t need to tell you how bad that would be given the amount of vampires in the building.” Katie tore her eyes off of Genevieve, who���d seen her giving them a glare that if looks could kill would have Genevieve coughing up blood, then set her flute of juice on the table. She flexed her fingers and took a deep breath. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She answered. He ducked into her line of vision and raised his brows at her. “No, but…I have to be.” She told him with a sigh. “Otherwise I’m not and I can’t deal with that right now.”

“Well, I would offer you a drink, but…” he motioned to her stomach.

“Yeah, trust me, if I wasn’t pregnant I would have found my way to the nearest container of bourbon and drank half of it already.” She told him with an aggravated look then picked up her glass and downed it.

“You know they say the last month of pregnancy is all hormones and mood swings. So, just, keep that in mind.” He told her in an attempt to make her feel like less of a crazy person and she gave him a thankful look.

An hour later, Nate had left her to dance with a witch that had been eyeing him all night. So Katie stood at the table by herself watching him dance with the witch and Elijah dance with Hayley. She was supposed to be keeping an eye out for fighting or tension, but so far the entire party had been going according to plan. So when Jackson, the rustically handsome brunette werewolf, interrupted Elijah and Hayley and Hayley started dancing with him, Katie left the table she’d been hanging out at to go to Elijah. “Save me from my boredom?” she asked with her hand held out to him.

“Gladly.” He took it and gave her a spin before she placed her other hand on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Did she just ditch you?” Katie asked with a glance at Hayley.

“She just informed me that she and Jackson were betrothed right after their birth and considering she is eight weeks pregnant with his child they are going through with the ceremony.” He told her with a displeased look.

“But Jackson and the other crescents haven’t even been cured for a full month.” Katie thought out loud. “So that means…” she couldn’t make herself finish her sentence. It meant that Hayley has slept with Jackson while being courted by Elijah. “I warned her-”

“It’s fine.” He cut her off.

“She cheated on you. That’s not okay in my book.” Katie argued with a frown and a glare at Hayley who saw and averted her eyes in shame.

“They got caught up during a full moon and sparks flew.” He defended Hayley. “I can’t say I do not know the feeling.” She knew from the look in his chocolate browns that he was talking about the sparks that once flew between the two of them. “I just did not feel it with her.”

“What about Francesca Correa?” Katie asked and he narrowed his eyes and shook his head not knowing what she was talking about. “I saw you two flirting earlier.”

“She flirted first and I flattered her because she is the new head of the human faction.” He explained.

“Either way, she has a thing for you.” Katie told him noticing Francesca gave Katie the stink eye. “She doesn’t like that I’m dancing with you.”

“Well, you are incredibly threatening to the entire female population in that dress.” He replied purposely making it a point to not look any lower down than her eyes.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She told him before he gave her another twirl making her smile.

TVDTVDTVD

Katie was dancing with Nate when a confrontation between the blond werewolf guy, who’s name she’d learned was Oliver, and Diego broke out. As soon as Diego threw Oliver into a glass table, shattering it, Nate whooshed Katie up to the second floor away from the fight. Soon after, Elijah pinned Oliver’s head down on a table while Jackson held Diego against one of the wooden columns with a stake on his chest. “This ends now. I won’t ask again.” Elijah told Oliver.

“Oh we’ll end it alright.” Jackson said, making Elijah look over his shoulder to see that he had Diego pinned down.

“So end it.” Katie spoke up as she left Nate and started walking down the stairs and into the middle of the courtyard. “Kill each other. Get it all over with.”

When she walked past Klaus where he had been talking to Francesca she heard her ask him, “Shouldn’t you intervene or something?”

“Why would I? This party just got interesting.” Klaus replied. “Besides, I want to know what’s going to come out of that talented little mouth of hers.”

Katie ignored him and kept her eyes on Elijah and Jackson. “Except that it won’t be over. It will just be one more hate crime to add to the long list. Let’s take a look at the “crimes” each of the factions shall we?” She air quoted the word crimes as she looked at Jackson and Oliver. “The werewolves have a natural and uncontrollable tendency to turn feral one night a month and tear people to shreds. Therefore getting on everyone’s bad side and we all know that the wolves and vampires have hated each other since the creation of time.”

She turned her eyes to Elijah and Diego. “Then there's the vampires who ticked off the witches by throwing a wrench into their harvest ritual and using one of their own to control them. And, well, they anger the werewolves and humans simply by existing.”

From there she looked at the witches. “In retaliation for the vampires and the leader of the human faction getting in the way of them gaining more power with their ritual, the witches hexed not one, but two humans. Long before that they also cursed the werewolves to live in their wolf form save one day of the month. And to top it all off they’ve angered the original vampires with their repeated attempts to get rid of my unborn child.”

Lastly she looked at Francesca, “Then there’s the human’s…” she sighed. “From what I’ve seen they turn a blind eye as long as the money keeps rolling in and when it stops they go on a killing spree of whatever faction cut them off.”

“Are you approaching a point?” Elijah asked, still pinning Oliver’s head to the table.

“My point is…” she turned to look at everyone else in the room, now speaking to them. “We all have reason to hate each other, but we need to put the past in the past, step out of the hate tainted shoes of our ancestors and come together to create a thriving community. Not just for ourselves, but for future generations as well. Otherwise we will constantly be looking over our shoulders waiting for the next war to break out…the next crime to be committed, and I don’t know about all of you, but that doesn’t seem like much of a life to me.” she paused and looked at the four men still frozen in place with their eyes on her. “So, boys, what’s it going to be, murder and war… or peace and hope for a better future?” she asked and the men let go of one other and brushed themselves off. “Alright then,” she looked at the DJ standing at a table in the corner of the silent courtyard and made eye contact with him. “laissez le bon temps rouler!” she waved her finger in the air in a wrap it up manner and the DJ turned the music back on kicking the party back up.

Klaus gave her a proud smirk when they caught each other’s eyes as she turned and headed back up the stairs where Nate still stood. “You are aware that you just did a New Orleans style mike drop right?”

“I’m not sure I’m aware of anything that just came out of my mouth.” She answered as she turned her back to the crowd, leaning on the wooden railing then stared off into the distance. “I hate being the center of attention.”

“Then what possessed you to stick yourself in the limelight?” Nate asked curiously.

She shrugged and shook her head. “I don’t know, I just…I saw Elijah slam that werewolf’s head into a table and Jackson threaten to kill Diego and something in me just…snapped.” She explained then met his green eyes.

“Well, this is your home now and you’re not just a human, you used to be a vampire and you’re carrying a baby that is three out of the four factions. You have good reason to want them to all get along.” Nate pointed out.

“Yes, but that doesn’t give me the right to jump onto a soapbox and lecture them like I’m some kind of high and mighty, all knowing-”

“Queen?” she heard Klaus ask and looked to her left to see him walking over, “May I steal a minute, mate?” he asked Nate who nodded and walked off.

“I’m not a queen.” She told him with a head shake.

“That speech you just gave suggests otherwise.” He countered. “You may not see it, but everyone else does. You were born for this role. All you have to do is open your mouth and people respond.”

“Born for it or not I wasn’t born into it.” she argued as she turned around and looked down at the crowd. “This has only been my home for a little under eight months. Those people have lived here their whole lives.” Genevieve, standing at a table with the harvest girls, minus Davina, looked up at them and Katie frowned. “Queen or not we shouldn’t be talking right now. So,” she gave Genevieve a challenging look as she turned from the crowd to face Klaus and placed her hand on his shoulder. She started seductively talking to and touching him, “I’m going to flirt with you like the desperate, has been, walking incubator she thinks I am and you’re going to look at me like I’m pathetic, reject me then walk away.”

His face took on a look of disdain as he removed her hands from where they were slipping under his suit jacket then towered over her as he grabbed her face in his large hand and looked her in the eyes. “I love you.” from far away, especially from the angle Genevieve was viewing the exchange from, it looked like Klaus had told her he loathed her.

Katie’s face twisted with a pained look and she surprised even herself with the tear that slipped down her cheek as he let go of her face, turned his back on her then walked away. She kept her eyes on him as he made his way to Genevieve then asked her to dance to the slow song that was playing. While they were dancing Genevieve glanced up at Katie and gave her a snooty, ‘I win’ smile then slipped her eyes back to Klaus. “Wanna take a walk, get some fresh air?” Nate asked as he walked over and stood beside her.

“Fresh air would be nice.” She answered as she took her eyes off of Klaus and Genevieve to look at Nate as she wiped the tear from her cheek.

They were on their way to one of the main exits when she heard Elijah call her name and stopped as he walked over to her. “May I have a moment?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” She answered, wondering if she’d said something in her speech that pissed him off, then looked at Nate who had also stopped, “I’ll meet you outside.” he went ahead and she turned her attention back to Elijah who placed his hand on her shoulder and walked her over to the desserts table. “What’s up?”

“First,” he grabbed a slice of cheesecake and a metal fork and held them out to her so she took them with a roll of her eyes, “I haven’t seen you eat much tonight. Also, I have been talking to the faction leaders and we all agree that you should join us in signing the treaty tonight. They believe you should take a seat at the table.

“What?” she asked around a bite of the plain cheesecake.

“With Rebekah no longer in the picture, the people see you as the Mikaelson matriarch.” He explained. “Not to mention you put things in perspective and gave them the final push that led to them all agreeing to sign the treaty tonight.”

“You call me a matriarch, Klaus calls me a queen, both are flattering, but insanely inaccurate.” She said with an animated shake of her head not understanding why Klaus and Elijah kept putting her on a pedestal.

“Katie, you are standing in a unique place of power as an important member of this community with the fresh, un-bias, view of an outsider. We are simply encouraging you to embrace it. However, it goes without saying that you do not have to do anything you do not want to do.” He told her diplomatically.

“Can I think about it?” she asked as she dropped her eyes to her cheesecake.

“Of course.” He answered, happy that she was even thinking about it. “We’re meeting here in the courtyard at 11 if you decide to sign it.” she just gave him a nod and headed outside where she found Nate sitting on a bench.

“So, what did Elijah want?” he asked as she sat down next to him.

“He asked me to sign the treaty.” She answered with a sigh as she slipped her hands over the itching skin of her stomach.

“Are you going to?” he asked curiously.

“I don’t know.” She answered with a shrug. “On one hand I’m flattered and I want to step up to the plate, but on the other I just want to be a good mother.”

“You know, this is the twenty-first century, you can choose to be both.” He told her, making her look at him across her shoulder. “I think I speak for the masses when I say I think you should go for it. Take your place at the table and use your voice to make a difference.”

Katie took in a deep breath as she lifted her shoulders then let them fall as she let it out.

TVDTVDTVD

Elijah gave Katie a surprised look when he saw her walk into the courtyard and join him, Francesca, Genevieve, Diego, Hayley and Jackson where they all stood around a table that held the new treaty, a bowl and seven silver daggers. Diego was the first to pick up a dagger and cut his palm. Everyone else followed suit then held their hands over the bowl, creating the ‘ink’ they would sign the treaty with. Elijah dipped a quill pen in the blood then handed it to Diego who signed then handed it to Francesca who passed it off to Genevieve then on until Hayley handed Katie the pen. So Katie dipped it then signed her name and handed it to Elijah, the last to sign.

After a few words from Elijah the meeting dispersed. Katie and Genevieve headed for the stairs at the same time and bumped shoulders. Katie bit her tongue, gave Genevieve the most polite smile she could muster for such a horrid person, then stepped aside and waved for her to go first. “You know,” Genevieve started as they neared the top of the stairs, “you can flash your cleavage and flirt all you want, but you’ll never win him back.”

“Yet, I believe you’re time with him is limited and you know it.” Katie replied with a condescendingly chipper tone and her head held high as they came to a stop at the top of the stairs. “After the birth of our child he’ll be so wrapped up in his daughter and me, aka his family, that your little love spell on him will break and he’ll forget all about his witchy little play thing. So enjoy your borrowed time in our bed while it lasts.” Katie told her with a smile as she walked past her. “Goodnight.”

She knew she shouldn’t say things like that since it was technically true, but she was ninety percent sure that Genevieve saw her as a giant joke no matter what came out of Katie’s mouth.

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Coming Home

Request: Hi! If you're accepting request would you write a Harry Potter x muggle!reader?💖 I don't actually have a plot idea, but could it be fluff and cute please? I feel like there's not enough muggle! reader inserts... Thanks in advance, have a nice day or night! 💕

A/N: I agree with you 100% anon, there isn't enough muggle!reader inserts! So here you are, fluff and cuteness. I know I usually write Harry as an auror but I changed him to a healer for this. Also I shamelessly refer to The West Wing in this because I am in love with Josh Lyman. Enjoy!

Pairing: Harry Potter x Muggle!Fem!Reader

Warnings: some swearing (I think?) but other than that, tooth rotting fluff hopefully

Word count: 1.1k

Harry leaves his final patient of his shift with well wishes and promises to check in first thing on his shift tomorrow. He can’t help but smile as he makes his last notes on their chart, placing it in the rack for the night shift to read.

“What’s got you smiling, young man?” The triage nurse, Diana, asks.

“In 15 minutes, I get to go home.”

She chuckles, “Have you got someone waiting for you?”

Harry smiles, thinking of you sat at home, “Would you believe it, I do.”

“Harry!” Diana admonishes, “Why is this the first I’m hearing of her?”

“She’s a muggle. I didn’t want to say anything or let anything get out in case of age-old prejudices.”

She shakes her head, understanding, “Go on, get yourself home to your girl. Bring her in soon though! I want to meet this special lady.”

“Definitely, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Diana waves him off, wishing him a good night.

Harry decides to apparate home; it’s the fastest option and after the shift he’s had, he wants nothing more than to get home to you and spend the evening on the couch. It was a relatively quiet, no major emergencies, but it was a long one.

He’s careful to apparate to the bottom of the street and walk to the house. Mr and Mrs Jenkins at Number 23 have a tendency to peek out of their curtains and report to the neighbourhood gossip chain. They would have a field day if they ever discovered he was a wizard, Harry thinks, unlocking the front door.

The tension in his shoulders leaves as he steps into the house and breathes in the scent of night jasmine and citrus – a scent so uniquely yours that the instant it washes over him, he knows he’s home.

Harry follows the noise of the television and finds you curled up on the couch under a blanket; completely engrossed in the tv show currently playing. It’s become a recent favourite of yours and he’s happy to indulge you with it.

Harry leans against the doorframe and allows himself a single moment. A moment where he can take in his feelings for you. From the moment he arrived at Hogwarts, he was told stories of the strong love his parents felt for one another, and he would never admit this to Ron for fear of having the piss taken out of him, but he silently hoped he would fall in love with the same intensity and passion.

And then he met you.

By accident; it was a complete accident. Harry was walking through the park, clearing his head after a particularly tough shift, when he was knocked off his feet by an overfriendly Border Collie. You came running up to him, apologies already falling from your lips. He waved them away; it was okay, nothing was broken so there was nothing to worry about. There wasn’t anything about you that stood out to Harry as marking you as a witch. In fact, it was the opposite. You were a muggle – completely ordinary but as Harry watched the relieved smile make its way across your face, he knew you were some sort of magic.

When asked about the next part, you always claim that you don’t know what came over you – you just knew you had to see him again, so you gave him your number and it blossomed from there. Harry admitted early on in your relationship that he had to have a phone installed so he could actually talk to you.

The credit theme of your show starts to play, and Harry is snapped out of his reminiscing.

He taps your shoulder, saying, “Shuffle up.”

You startle, releasing a breathless laugh as you realise it’s Harry. You shuffle forward, making enough room for Harry to slide into the space behind you. His legs encompass yours, you lean back against his chest, sighing happily as Harry’s arms wrap around you.

“How was work?” You ask.

“Long. I missed you.” Harry replies, dropping a kiss to the top of your head.

“I missed you too. Can I do anything to help?” You asks, rubbing a hand on his leg.

Harry loved your selflessness; he loved all of you, but your selflessness – how you are always read to drop everything to help him, how you do help him when something throws him back to his adolescence. He had been honest with you from the beginning of your relationship; wanting no secrets between the two of you. He told you everything - from being a wizard, to the second wizarding war, to training as a healer so he could help people. He fell in love with you the very moment you accepted him for how he is and promised that you would always be there to help through the hard days.

Harry sighs, his arms tightening around you, “Let’s just stay like this for a little while.”

You wiggle against him, more than happy to remain in this position, “Now that I can do. There’s another episode of The West Wing on.”

He can’t help but chuckle at you as you settle down for the next episode. 

He sits there, utterly content with his life. His fingers trail invisible swirls on your arms and he silently relishes at your shiver. He shifts your hair to one side so he can place a targeted kiss to your neck that will have you humming in satisfaction. 

You realised a month into your relationship that Harry was touch starved; on the receiving end of very little affection from his family as a child and it followed him to his adulthood. He needed to be touching some part of you whether it was a hand, an arm or a leg – as long one bit of you was pressed against one bit of him. You loved it; the circumstances of it broke your heart, but you were happy to indulge him, wanting the contact just as much as he did.

He sits there, completely and wholly in love with you, and suddenly he’s thinking ten years into the future where you’re still beside him as he wakes each morning but there’s a silver wedding band on your left hand and there’s only a moment of peace before children and dogs are running in demanding breakfast and kisses.

It knocks the breath out of him; just how much he wants it. Just how much he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, raise children with you – do it all with you.

A plan starts to form in head, but it will require assistance from Hermione and Ron, and approval from Diana at work.

For now though, he presses a row of kisses up the length of your neck, to tug on your earlobe whispering an “I love you.”