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“Thanks a lot, Hope. Way to ruin life for the rest of us.” Lizzie stormed away from her father’s office, fuming at the thought of how Hope manages to ruin everything in her life. First telling the whole school about her bipolar disorder, then trying to steal Josie away from her, and to top it all off, taking away any chance of a relationship away with her dad.
Lizzie was furious by the time she had gotten to her room, all the strategies her mom had given her to manage her anger flying out the window at the thought of Hope and her father spending time together. Like she was his daughter, instead of the two he actually had.
She approached the mirror, oblivious at the lurking figure in her room anticipating her coming words.
Her mom and her wisdom finally coming to mind, Lizzie finally starts to try to calm down, chanting to herself to “breathe, just breathe” just as her mother does. As her breathing starts to slow, she remembers how wonderful it had been to languish in Europe with her mom the past few weeks. At least Hope hadn’t ruined that parental relationship for her.
As the thought of Hope returned to her mind, she felt her anger begin to arise again. Hope and her dad sparring together. Hope and her dad planning over coffee. Talking. Laughing. Hugging. All the things that he should be doing with Lizzie instead.
As her jealousy began to boil over, she uttered a single statement full of years of resentment and neglect.
“I wish dad and Hope had never met.”
With a sudden noise behind her, Lizzie turned quickly and shrieked at the sight of a blue creature before her.
“Where did you come from?” Lizzie wasn’t sure why a presumed monster had come to her, but she hoped it was nothing like the gargoyle earlier that year. This one didn’t look ugly, at least.
“First things first, I’m-”
“Blue! You’re so blue.” Lizzie pointed out, still bewildered at the supernatural creature in front of her.
“My name is Ablah.” The monster stated proudly, her accent coming through.
“And you’re obviously a monster.” Lizzie said in disgust, remembering the conversation she had just had with Hope over the vase in her father’s office.
Or urn, she guesses. That’s what Hope said when she had so kindly corrected her anyway. Ugh, why does every thought always trace back to her?
Ablah brought her out of her thoughts. “Would a monster grant your wish?”
Woa, wait. A wish?
“Holy crap, you’re a freaking genie.” Lizzie perked up at the knowledge, personally loving Aladdin as a kid and finding the whole concept of wishes something she’d always idealized.
“Jinni,” Ablah corrected. “And your wish is my command.”
With a snap of the jinni’s fingers, they were gone.
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The first thing she feels when she comes to her senses is warmth. Peaceful, radiant, all encompassing warmth. A feeling she can’t recall ever feeling before.
The feeling is only confused when she opens her eyes and wakes up in her and Josie’s room, just as it had always been. Was that all fake? Had her encounter with the genie been all a dream?
That’s when she feels a shift behind her and a brushing of skin against skin.
Holy shit...there’s someone in bed with her.
Suddenly Lizzie became all the more aware of her current circumstances. The arm around her waist, the pair of legs tangled with her’s, and the soft breathing on the back of her neck, creating the feeling of warmth she had felt when she had first come to.
At this point, Lizzie is beyond confused. If the genie encounter hadn’t been a dream after all, how had her wish translated into Lizzie ending up in bed with someone? How had wishing her father and Hope apart resulted in an improved dating life? At least, she hoped she was dating this person. Oh no, had the genie tricked her and somehow caused her wish to turn against her and make her into some trollop who sleeps around with everyone in school?
Lizzie’s incessant worries halt when there’s another shift. Suddenly, she becomes alerted to the fact that the rhythmic breathing on the back of her neck has been replaced by the steady breaths of someone who is obviously awake and lying there.
What are they doing? Just staring at her?
Too scared to move and break the illusion of her sleep, Lizzie stays completely still, even holding her breath a little as she waits to see what the now conscious person will do about their current situation.
Slowly, she feels the arm remove itself from her waist and the legs untangle themselves from her’s, resulting in an instant feeling of loss. Despite not knowing this person, Lizzie feels a pang of sadness at their removal. I guess it really was a one night stand after all…
Before she could even finish that thought, the arm returns as well as the legs covering her’s. As the relief begins to seep back into her at the sudden change of behavior, a different sensation causes her to freeze.
A pair of lips presses themselves to her neck, as soft and gentle as can be. As the arm over her tightens ever so slightly, the lips on her neck begin a trek upwards, not leaving a piece of skin left unpecked in their journey. Each kiss is as soft and light as the last one, and as the lips move to her jaw, her eyes flutter closed in pleasure and she involuntarily leans into the touch. At her slight movement, she hears a sleep-laden chuckle behind her.
“Babe, I know you’re awake. You’re a terrible actress.” She hears, before a few more soft kisses are placed to the curvature of her jaw. Before she could even think to either refute the attack to her ego or further give in to the skillful onslaught of kisses to her body, the realization hits her.
Wait, that voice-
She shoots her eyes open and suddenly sees something she had missed in her initial scan of the room earlier- a picture frame on her bedside table depicting her and a certain brunette cuddled up in what looked to be the forest. Her arm was around the girl’s shoulder and the girl was pecking her cheek as she displayed a huge smile for the camera in what looked to be a cheesy couple picture.
As another kiss landed on her, this time near the corner of her mouth, everything began to come together. The voice, the picture, the warm body, the soft lips-
Lizzie shot up out of the hold she was in, darting her gaze over her shoulder to the surprised Hope Mikaelson below her.
“What the hell? Hope?”