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iaintlithuanian · 7 months

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Web cam||Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings:pure smut, ball gag, creampie, praise 18+ minors dni!

(This is my first smut so I hope it’s okay :))

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You had already been live for around two hours. Two hours Rafe has had you tied up on the bed, your hands and feet tied together with rope, a ball gag in your mouth and your legs sprawled apart. The camera was pointed straight at you as you squirmed at the feeling of Rafe rubbing harsh circles on your sore, throbbing clit. He sat at the end of the bed, no clothes covering his body as his thick, hard cock throbbed in anticipation. He smirked at your squirming, watching the view count rise, including the amount of money being sent. Rafe turned to look at you and smirked at the tears rolling down your face, the drool pooling from your mouth from the gag, your face contorting as his hand continues to rub harsh circles on your clit.

“Such a good girl f’me huh?” He cooed before looking back to the computer. “C’mon everyone, just two hundred dollars more and I’ll fuck her” his hand reached to wrap around his shaft, jerking off slowly, getting ready to feel your tight cunt around him once again.

Another hundred dollars and he slipped two fingers into your aching core, a muffled moan sounds through the room as you focus on the pleasure his fingers bring you.

Finally the last hundred came through and Rafe gave a lust filled grin. “Fuckin’ finally” he pulled you into a better position for the camera to watch him fuck you mercilessly. He grinned as he crawled on top of you, rubbing his cock against your dripping cunt before slamming into you without warning causing you to moan loudly, the sound muffled by the ball gag, more drool leaking from your mouth as your eyes roll to the back of your head. He pounded into you relentlessly and grabbed your face, turning it towards the camera.

“Show em’ how you get when I fuck you” he growled. He groaned as his thrusts became sloppy, rushed. Your moans drowned out any other sound, before he bucked his hips once more, his movements halting as his cum shot deep inside you. The feeling of seed filling you brought you to your 7th orgasm of the night, your body shaking as he slipped out of you turning you so your pussy is facing the camera again. Pulling apart your folds he watches with a satisfied grin as his thick cum drips from your hole.

“Well done baby” his praise rings through your minds and you smile. Going behind the camera he zoomed in on your dripping pussy before ending the live.

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iaintlithuanian · 7 months

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Hello

Would you be able to write for Theodore Nott with the trope fake dating and the prompt 50?

Thank youu <3

✧ theodore nott x fem!reader x fake dating x "my love language is bullying people." "you bully me. a lot." "..."✧

( this request is a part of my writing event, here is the link to the masterlist of the fics i'll be publishing from said event:) )

❁ i hope this turned out well, happy reading:)

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Pacing around your dorm and chewing on your thumb, you tried to figure out how to get out of the situation you got yourself into. You didn’t mean to answer the question with his name, it just happened. It’s like you weren’t even thinking and your mind made that quick decision for you.

For the last month your ex boyfriend had been harrasing you to get back together. You dumped him after catching him in the act with a girl from a year below yours. You felt anger, sadness and loath, not because of the relationship he decided to end, but because it hurt to see someone you started to trust - pick someone over you.

Over the time he was stalking you and trying various ways to get back, you had found yourself being more and more drawn towards your best friend’s mate.

“ ‘We’re done Patrick! I don’t know what I have to say for it to get through your fucking skull.’ You hissed at your ex.

‘We’re not done.’ He took a step closer. ‘Do you really think someone else will want you besides me?’ A chuckle escaped his lips.

You stood there frozen, the insult burning itself into your mind.

‘My boyfriend.’ You finally replied after a moment of silence.

‘You don’t have one, love.’ He placed his finger under your chin and made you look up at him. ‘But you can have me again.’

‘No.’ You spat and took a step back. ‘I am seeing someone else.’

That’s the moment where you should have stopped talking.

‘Oh, really?’ He cocked his brow, a mocking expression on his face. ‘Who?’

Don’t say it.

‘Theo Nott.’ “

You sat down on your bed, the finger slightly covered in your blood from the biting. You had only two options, either admit to your ex that you lied to him and still get harrassed by him, or ask Nott out.

You rubbed your temples slowly, sighed and decided to go to the library to clear your mind, hoping that Patrick won’t be able to talk to Theo until tomorrow.

At this time of the day there was barely anyone inside the library. You were slowly walking between the shelfes, looking at each book and reading the title. After a few minutes of strolling you reached the Romance Novels section, very few books there, but it lured you in. Especially one of them, which you have read a long time ago.

‘Of course.’ You chuckled, holding the book in your hands and tracing the cover with your fingers.

The story was about a woman who was a spy and had to make a deal with a member of an organisation they were infiltrating. She promised to get him the safety he needed to escape his boss and he promised her to give her all the information she needed. They started fake dating.

You should’ve thought of this idea earlier, but you were too stressed to even sit in one spot, let alone think of this good of a plan. You put the book back in it’s place and rushed out of the library. While you were running through the halls, you spotted a familiar figure talking with her friends.

‘Hi, can I borrow Pansy for a moment? Thanks!’

You snatched her by the arm and led her to an empty classroom.

‘This better be an emergency.’ She playfully rolled her eyes.

‘Long story short - Patrick thinks I’m dating Theo and I have to prove him that I am.’

She looked at you dumbfounded and then a loud laugh escaped her lips.

‘Is this a joke?’ She asked, laughter still present in her voice.

It slowly faded as she realised how stoic and serious was the expression on your face.

‘Shut up!’ She exclaimed. ‘Merlin, what have you done?’

She put her palm on her forehead and exhaled all the air she had.

‘You know Theo does NOT date.’

‘I know! I don’t even know why I said his name! It just… It just came out, okay?’ You sighed and closed your eyes while throwing your head back. “But I do have an idea…’ you mumbled and slowly opened your eyes to look at Pansy.

‘Good Lord.. I don’t know if I even want to hear it.’ She sighed. ‘Go on.’ She showed a motion with her hand to tell you to proceed.

‘Fake dating.’

She bursted out in laughter.

‘What?’ She finally managed to get out. ‘How on earth do you want to persuade him into that?’

‘I’ll just… I’ll offer him something if he says no.’

‘Like what?’

‘I don’t know yet, whatever he says he’d like.’

‘So like, you’d give him a b-‘

‘Bloody hell Pans!’ You whisper-yelled. ‘I’ll do anything that does not involve sexual exchange.’

‘Alright, just askin’’ She raised her hands in defence.

‘Where can I find him?’

It was Saturday, so you couldn’t catch him in class. Pansy looked at her watch and made a thinking face.

‘Ummm… If I’m correct…’ She sighed. ‘They should finish their quidditch practice in a few minutes.’

You jumped up and gave her a quick hug before running out.

‘Thanks P, you’re the best!’ You shouted just before disappearing behind the door.

‘Course I am.’ She whispered and smirked to herself.

She looked around the room where she was now alone and shook her head.

‘Fingers crossed’ She muttered and headed outside.

You on the other hand, had reached the quidditch pitch in the right moment. Standing outside the boys locker room, you couldn’t help but listen to their faint voices. Unfortunately it was too quiet for you to make out any words. The door swung open unexpectedly and your head shot up to meet Draco’s eyes.

‘Can I talk to Nott?’ You asked and lifted up your chin higher.

Draco looked you up and down and then turned his head towards the boys.

‘Nott, come and say hi to one of your girls.’ He said and everyone started snickering at Theo.

‘Shut up, Malfoy.’ He glared at him and then your eyes met his.

He came over to you and you almost forgot about why you came here because, well, he was shirtless and his bottom was wrapped in a towel, leaving very little to your imagination. You gulped and quickly straightened up to not get caught checking him out.

‘I really need your help with something. Can we talk after you…’ You motioned towards his outfit, or better - the lack of it.

He cleared his throat and nodded, ‘Wait for me on the pitch?’

‘Sure.’ You gave him a soft smile and headed outside.

Thankfully there was a few benches on the sides of the pitch, they were there during practice, but hidden when there was a match. You sat down and buried your face in your hands.

‘What the fuck am I doing?’ You mumbled.

You started playing with your rings and thinking about what to say when you felt him sit down next to you.

‘So, what do you need?’ He asked while lighting up his cigarette.

‘Just don’t laugh at me, ‘kay?’ You said while closing your eyes.

He furrowed his brows in confusion, ‘Okay?’ He replied.

‘I need you to be my fake boyfriend.’ You quickly stated.

He looked at you dumbfounded and then proceeded to laugh.

‘You said you wouldn’t laugh, you bastard!’ You exclaimed and playfully hit his arm.

‘ ‘M sorry’ He met your eyes. ‘That punch hurt’ he held the place where you hit him.

‘Good.’ You replied. ‘So, will you help me or not?’

‘Why? Is it to make your ex jealous?’ He exhaled the smoke. ‘Never liked him, if I’m bein’ honest.’

‘Actually, the opposite.’ You took the cigarrete from him, took a drag and then placed it between his lips again. ‘He cheated on me and now he keeps stalking me to get back together. I’m so sick of him and I just don’t know what to do.. I just want him to fuck off.’ You looked at Theo for a response.

‘Fine.’

‘Wait, really?’ You asked excitedly.

‘Yeah, fuck that guy.’ He finished his cigarette and threw it on the ground. ‘We need some rules though.’

‘Alright.’ You paused to think about some. ‘How about we often hold hands, you kiss me on the cheek sometimes for the effect, and we can sometimes hang out in each others rooms, so no one would get suspicious. Of course we’d like study or some shit, but..’ You started rambling. ‘You get the idea.’ You added quietly.

‘You forgot about the most important one.’ He stated. ‘Don’t fall in love with me.’

‘Yeah, I think that’ll be easy considering your stupid face.’ You chuckled, but inside of you something twisted.

Don’t fall in love with me? Does he mean that, he knows he would never love you? Maybe that’s why he agreed? Cause he knows he won’t fall for you?

Am I this unlovable?

The next morning you were slowly making your way to the Great Hall for breakfast. On the outside you looked calm, but the inside was burning. With questions you couldn’t answer, with plans for what to do, with your hopes for finding someone good to love you back, with your growing attraction to Theo. You knew it was a bad idea, you knew you had a crush on him, but you’d rather hide that somewhere deep than admit it to yourself. You knew you were going to fall for him doing this, but if that’s what it takes for Patrick to leave you alone - then so be it. You can take the pain of Theo not reciprocating your feelings.

‘Hello, love.’ The voice from your nightmares spoke up next to you.

‘Fuck off, Patrick.’ You replied without even looking at the boy.

‘Oh, come on, can you finally stop playing this game and-‘

‘She told you to fuck off.’ You heard Theo’s voice on your other side and then his hand grabbed your waist to pull you closer.

Patrick’s face in that moment was going to be in your memory forever, he was so shocked, so defeated, so small. He looked between the two of you and scoffed.

‘We’ll see about that.’ He mumbled and walked away.

‘Thank you’ You looked up at Theo.

‘For what? I think that’s what boyfriend’s are supposed to do’ He winked at you and intertwined your hands.

‘You read a book or something to prepare for that role? Didn’t think of you as an academic type.’ You snickered.

‘I beg you pardon?’ He chuckled. ‘Am I that stupid to you?’

You waved your head from side to side and smirked at him.

‘Mm, yeah.’ You whispered to which he shook his head with a smile.

‘Come on, darlin’, we’re gon’ be late for breakfast.’

Darling.

For the next month you and Theo had gotten closer than you anticipated, but he was still too far for your liking. You wanted him closer, you wanted this to be a real relationship, but he wouldn’t want that.

“Theo does NOT date.”

Pansy’s words echoed in your ears every time you caught yourself staring at his messy hair. Or thinking about the way his fingers caressed the pages of a book, or the way his beauty spots were perfectly placed on his face, or the way he always knew what to say to you, or the way he cheerfully reacted to your insults and playful smacks on his arms.

‘When do you want to end this?’ He asked one night when you were studying for potions in his dorm.

The question caught you off guard and the air got stuck in your throat for a second.

‘I actually didn’t think about that part yet.’ You admitted, not taking your eyes off of your notes. ‘There is only a month of school left until holidays, so maybe until then? I’ll have those months for myself without Patrick bothering me and next year we’ll make up some excuse why it didn’t work out between us. Sounds good?’ The lack of emotion in your voice was weird for him.

‘Yeah.’ He whispered, his eyes lingering on your form. ‘Sounds good.’

He didn’t want to admit to himself that he started falling for you either. That’s why he asked about this, he didn’t think he could hold himself back much longer. Hold his feelings back.

‘Earth to Nott!!’ You smacked his arm with your notebook. ‘Do the bloody homework or I’ll feed you to my cat.’

‘Yes ma’am.’

There were moments where you thought he might feel the same. Like when he held your hand tighter than usual, when Patrick was passing by. Or when he kissed your forehead to calm you down when you were stressed before classes. Or the subtle smirks and glances between the two of you, when you weren’t next to each other. At first you thought no one would believe in your ‘relationship’, but surprisingly everyone didn’t have a clue it was fake. Were you both this good at pretending or did they just think you look nice together?

‘Probably the first one.’ You thought.

Soon there was only a week of school left and you didn’t want to think about what the end brings. You felt sadness, but you couldn’t show him that, you knew he didn’t feel the same. This was just temporary, he did what you asked for and now you owe him a favor. So now you had to let him go.

You met up near the Black Lake the day before going home. You were playing with your rings again and he was smoking a cigarette, just like in the beggining.

‘We’re still going to be friends?’ You asked.

‘If that’s what you want, darlin’ ‘ He replied, but deep inside he wanted to say no, to protect himself from whatever it was he felt towards you, it was too strong now.

‘Hmm.. No, not really.’ You muttered and then added, ‘I can’t stand looking at your hideous face much longer, but other than that, you’re fine to be around.’

He chuckled at your response.

‘Why are you always like this?’

‘What do you mean?’ You raised one of your eyebrows.

‘You know exactly what I mean.’

You chuckled to yourself, ‘My love language is bullying people.’

He processed your answer carefully and saw the way you stiffened. You didn’t realise you said that out loud.

‘Well…’ He took a deep breath. ‘You bully me. A lot.’

You didn’t want to meet his eyes so you shrugged and turned away, ‘Yeah, I guess I do.’ You whispered.

You heard Theo toss the cigarette on the ground and press his shoe on top of it. But what he did next, even Professor Trelawney couldn’t predict.

He turned you around and pressed his lips into yours, the taste of smoke and blueberry gum made its way into your mouth. His hands were holding your face on both sides, he didn’t want to take them off, scared you’d disappear if he did.

‘I thought you don’t date.’ You whispered with a smirk when you broke the kiss and pressed your foreheads together.

‘I don’t.’ He smiled. ‘I’m already taken.’

He pressed his lips to yours again and you felt like this moment could last forever.

‘By the way, you broke the rule.’ He mumbled.

‘Fuck your rule and fuck you, Nott.’ You replied making him smile to himself.

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iaintlithuanian · 8 months

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Bad timing|| JJ Maybank x fem!Reader

Summary: jj comes to visit you at a bad time

Warnings: parents fighting, slight traumatic events (if you count that as traumatic), swearing, SHORT.

Sorry the ending is so bad, I was rushing 😭

My requests are open! Feel free to ask for ANYTHING!

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Your parents were fighting…again. They had been doing this for as long as you could remember. Tonight was a particularly bad fight though, and so you sat up in your room trying your best not to cry. A slam of a door shook the house and you jumped, feeling tears pool in your eyes as you tried to blink them back. All of a sudden you heard a tap on your window and saw your boyfriends, jj, head pop up at the window, his smile dropping as he saw your face. You walked over to the window and opened it.

“Sorry jj but this isn’t a very good time..” your face saddens as a look of disappointment covers his face. Another loud slam rang through the building as you heard your father screaming profanities at your mother. JJ looks at you confused.

“What’s going on? Why are your parents arguing like that?” He questioned as you had only ever told him and your friends about how ‘good’ your parents relationship was.

“Uhm im not sure but this really is a bad time j” you push and try to get him to want to leave. But when he sees you jump from a thud he immediately climbs through the window. As soon as he’s inside he hugs you, and the dams broke as you sobbed into his chest.

“Shh, it’s alright y/n.. it’s gonna be ok” he stroked your hair and comforted you.

“Why can’t they just shut up?” You sob. Holding onto jj tightly. “I don’t even know why I’m crying.. I should be used to it my now..” you reason more with yourself than jj. As he heard this jj looked at you with concern.

“They do this a lot?” You nod. He held you tighter and walked you to your bed before sitting down and pulling you into his lap, you buried your head in his chest and tried to stop crying. More shouting can be heard as your mother yells out for help from you. Your head shoots to the door knowing you shouldn’t go out there. “Block it out princess..” jj mutters and holds you close to him, seeming unfazed by the screaming and banging.

Eventually you fall asleep next to jj and he stays up making sure your ok.

#x reader #obx #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank #outer banks

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iaintlithuanian · 9 months

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First || Damon Salvatore x Human!Reader

Summary: you meet Damon on the road when he arrived. (Basically you replace Elena on meeting Damon first) (also your a doppelgänger of one of Katherine’s close friends, we’ll name her Helen :))

Warnings: swearing. Talk of blood, talk of cheating.

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You walked down the road, your phone in your hands as you furiously texted your boyfriend. You had just broken up because you found out he cheated on you. He kept texting you begging for you to come back, begging to explain, and repeating the same line, it was a mistake! Your the best thing that has happened to me. You replied with a paragraph explaining that you couldn’t accept this and would be blocking him, reminding that it was his fault ofcourse.

You looked up from your phone to see a man standing in front of you. “Oh fuck!” You jumped back, startled at the close proximity of the stranger. He chuckled his voice deep with a slight rasp. You glanced at the man standing in front of you, noting every feature of his face to remember. His dark shaggy hair, his strong jawline, his beautiful blue eyes. You also noticed how bright they were compared to your dull e/c ones. From your ‘in-depth’ description you would think you had stared for a while, but you had only glanced for a second, he was just so eye catching. Though non of that made the thought of how creepy it was that he had snuck up on you go away.

“Helen?” He stared at you with a face full of confusion which depend as your twisted into the same emotion.

“Um, no, sorry I’m not Helen” you spoke with a slight stutter between your words, the conversation already confusing the fuck out of you. “His face scrunched up in an emotion you couldn’t read, but resembled disappointment.

“Oh… I’m sorry it’s just… you look so much..no, exactly like..” he trailed off leaving you wishing he had continued, your curiosity getting the best of you.

“Like who?” You murmured thinking he hadn’t heard you. But he had.

“Never mind don’t worry about it.” He smiled slightly, his face relaxing. But yours stayed stiff, along with the rest of your body from the ongoing interaction. “I’m Damon” his smirk relaxed you slightly and you let a shy smile break over your face.

“Y/n” you replied. Your voice sending shudders down his spine, you looked exactly like Helen but your voice was softer, angelic. Who knew there was two doppelgängers in town? His smirk deepened when he saw your smile and how shy you was feeling. He could already taste your blood, sweet and fresh. But he couldn’t actually taste it, not yet anyways.

“Your alone?” This caught your attention, picking up the red flag immediately and decided to let that known.

“Not to be rude Damon, but it’s kind of creepy your out all alone. Laying on the roads.” You had noticed him, just ignored it. You know it sound bad but, better safe than sorry when it comes to creepy people like that. Besides the road was basically a ghost town.

You caught him off guard, he’d admit that, he didn’t think you had noticed. “Your one to talk. A lady all out on her own, during the night?” His voice was smooth like he was trying to put you in a trance.

“It’s mystic falls, nothing bad happens here.” You giggled waving your phone slightly. Damon smiled at this, he didn’t know why but the thought of you being safe calmed him. Deep down he knew why ofcourse but he had came back for a reason. And his light linking for you was not going to get in the way of that.

“Well, what are you doing out here all alone?” He took a step closer to you. His eyebrows raising.

“Waiting for my parents..” you trailed off, deciding against revealing why. But Damon wouldn’t let it go.

“Why?” You looked at him pointedly. Tilting your head and scoffing softly.

“None of your business” you looked him in the eye with a small smile.

He wanted to know, in fact he needed to. He wasn’t going to be proud of this like he normally was but it was necessary. He looked you in the eye and you felt yourself being sucked in, it was strange feeling.

“Why are you waiting for your parents?” He questioned his eyebrows raising again. And you felt the words fall out of your mouth.

“I broke up with my boyfriend. Caught him cheating.” Your monotonous tone was unpleasing to his ears, wishing to hear the live come back to it.

“Oh now that’s not what you wanted” his frown comforted you.

“Well ofcourse not. Not like you would know what I desire anyways.” You sarcastically snap, but Damon just smiled.

“Oh but I do.” His smirk had your stomach doing somersaults.

“And what is it I want?” Cocking an eyebrow you cross your arms, a smirk forming on your lips.

“You want passion.. a love to consume you…adventure.” He paused, taking a step closer every time he spoke. “ maybe even a little danger” he was close enough for you to feel his breath on your face. You looked up into his icy eyes and just stared, lips parted.

“I want you to get everything you want…” he breathed out, grabbing your face tenderly. But you didn’t pull away, in a way you felt comfortable. “And as much as I hate to do this, you can’t remember me. Cant have people knowing I’m in town just yet” his smile reassured you. But you had to ask.

“Do I have to forget you?” Touching his wrist. “I can keep a secret” your smile melted his heart.

“We’ll meet again, don’t you worry darling” then you felt it again. Your brain went to mush and you felt like you were in a trance.

“You never met me, you waited for your parents alone, we never had this conversation.” And your mind went blank. Your eyes closed and opened again to see your parents car in front of you.

But deep down you knew something was missing from that night, you just couldn’t reach it.

#x reader #tvd #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries #damon salvatore x y/n #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #elena gilbert #katherine pierce #katerina petrova #mystic falls

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iaintlithuanian · 10 months

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Hurt || Damon Salvatore x Human!Reader

Summary: Damon was known for having a short fuse, even going as far as to kill Jeremy,but he never thought he would ever do anything to you.

Warnings: physical abuse (one off but still bad!), swearing,

My requests are open! Feel free to ask for anything!

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As a human, you think your at the top of the food chain. And you are. That is until you find out about the supernatural. Vampires, werewolves, witches. But in reality that is a whole other chain. And you as a human are at the bottom. Unlike Matt you would die to be a vampire, it had been a dream since you were a child. And now that you know of the supernatural it would be handy to be one, considering it puts you at risk when you get caught up in the drama. Especially when your dating the eldest Salvatore brother. Your at risk constantly, and it’s not like Damon would have a problem with turning you, just everyone else does. Long story short, your a weak human on a team full of the supernatural. You think of this regularly, mostly when your waiting for Damon to arrive home. Which is what your doing now. The tv draws you away from any other thoughts as an interesting topic comes up.

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Your head snaps to the door as you hear it open. A smile spreads across your face seeing Damon walk through the door, but straight past you and to the liquor. No “hey baby” or any sign of acknowledgment. He just walked straight past you as if you hadn’t existed. Your face dropped as you turned to look at him from the sofa. He was pouring a whole glass of bourbon instead of the usual half.

“Bad day?” You question your head tilting slightly to the right. He gulped the drink down in one go and began pouring another, completely ignoring your question. “Damon?” You tried catching his attention again. “You alright?” You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to figure out what could be wrong apart from the usual drama. “You gunna answer or leave me guessing?” He glances at you with cold eyes, his expression darkening as he took a swig of his second glass, then swallowed the rest and beginning to pour his third glass. “Isn’t that a bit much-”

“Will you just shut up!” He screamed, taking a few steps forward. You flinched and stood up, your face hardening not about to let him talk to you like that.

“Excuse me?” You inquired, moving around the sofa to stand in front of him, letting him know he doesn’t intimidate you. “I was just asking if you were ok!” You argued pointing a finger at his chest. “Get you head out of your own ass for one second please!” You begged sarcastically, and saw his face twist in anger.

“I don’t need you looking out for me! Just leave me alone for one second!” He screamed in your face, “god your so god damn clingy! It’s like your stuck by my fucking side 24/7!” You felt your face extort into a sad expression. Tears welled in your eyes at his words. You just cared about him was all! He began to laugh “wow! Now your fucking crying! Get over yourself! You aren’t that important!” He took a few steppes forward, you mimicked his actions but backwards till you were up against the sofa. “You know who is more important than you right now?” He seethed, and you knew who he was going to say, and it was true but it was still going to hurt. “Elena!” he dragged dragged out her name and he pointed a finger at your chest. “You” he paused, knowing Damon, probably for effect. “You mean nothing right now! Klaus isn’t after you! And you can’t help anyone! Even Donovan is more useful than you!” He laughs slightly at the end of his exclamation. You frown.

“You just drunk, you don’t mean that.” You murmur but you know he heard you.

“Oh I mean it, I’m sick of you.” He says slowly.

“Your such a fucking liar!” You scream suddenly, taking him back for a second and you decide to play the only card you can, even though it’s over between him and Elena, you know he had his doubts about their relationship. And this was an all time low for you to go but he had hit a nerve.”you’ll are and always will be the bad guy! No matter how hard you try!” You get in his face, his expression hardens and more and her seeped into his eyes. “That why Elena never loved you not even Katherine did, it will always be Stefan, who knows maybe I’ll go to him next! Seems every girl ends up with him instead of you!” You would never be with Stefan, he was like a brother to you, but it would work in your advantage. But his next actions were unpredictable even to you.

Suddenly you were smashed into the wall Damon in-front of you holding your wrists above your head. You couldn’t feel your hands from the searing pain in your wrists, your eyes welled up as he looked at you with pure hatred.

“Shut the fuck up.” He seethed.

“Damon” you whimpered, he didn’t listen. “Damon let go!” You begged but it didn’t faze him. “Damon your hurting me! You cried and you saw his eyes soften but his grip remained tight. “Damon! Let go it hurts!” You tried to tug yourself free. His grip loosened and he backed away.

“Baby?” He tested, watching as you winced touching your wrists. “I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me I had a bad day and then you wouldn’t stop talking-” you cut off his rambling.

“That’s no excuse” you muttered your face contorted in pain.

“I know” he stated looking at you with sympathy. “Can I see?” He whispered. You nodded and walked closer to him. He took your hands in his and studied to already deep bruises. “Y/n im so sorry” se muttered kissing your wrists gently. He knew it would take a lot for you to forgive him and become comfortable and feel safe around him again but he was willing to try. “Can you forgive me?” He looked into your eyes.

“yeah. But it might take some time okay?” You asked and he pulled you into his chest.

“I’m willing to wait”

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iaintlithuanian · 11 months

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ao’nung is frustrated.

at least, that’s what you’ve deduced from watching him sharpen his knife for the past ten minutes straight. if he keeps going, it might get as thin as a wish bone; threatening to snap at the slightest bit of pressure. as much as you’d find amusement in the sight of that, you’d rather not be in the crossfire when it happens.

“what’s got you caught in its net?” you ask, finally, as you drop the gear you’ve been mending while ao’nung simmers.

“funny,” he mutters, but mirth is not something found in his tone. another scrape, another grating. he does not look over at you.

“i know. i’m the funniest person alive. you should be grateful you have the opportunity to bask in my presence.”

it’s a ploy—a tease. like waving fresh bait in front of a young ilu but never tossing it into the water for them to eat. your tactic with ao’nung is always the same. push and pull and prod just enough that he bites back with less venom and more demure. because sarcasm is better than spite, in all regards.

except now, he doesn’t take it. now, he simply keeps his head tucked down, his lips pressed in a hard line. whittling at his knife and spouting invisible steam out of his ears.

you stand up, make your way over to him and bend slightly at the waist to slide your hands along his sloped shoulders. his muscles go taut—just a bit—at the initial contact of your palms, but relax a second later. not to their resting state, no, but leaving the field of caught off guard at the very least. you hum, lean down further as you dip your hands over his clavicles, across the upper half of his sternum.

“what is wrong, ao‘nung?” its sincere, this time. your question. because despite the dynamic between the two of you, you really do care—jokes and jabs aside.

this silence is different. you can tell by the twitch of his ears that he’s thinking; mulling something over on his tongue before he decides whether to spit it out or swallow it down. you can never guess which one it will be, not with him. he acts on whims, never strategy. there is no speculating his next move, so you simply don’t try to.

“there has been talk among the reef.” it’s all he says; all he gives. such a shell of a man, forcing you to pry open his jaws to reach the pearl within.

it is good that you’ve always been so skilled with your hands.

“there is always talk among the reef,” you chuckle, begin to fiddle with the necklace that’s strung around his neck. hooking your chin over the top of his head, you look down to watch as he grinds his knife once again. “you know they like to keep their minds busy with silly things.”

“it isn’t a silly thing.”

“oh? then tell me, what is so dire that it could have the great ao’nung this tense, hm?”

his hands falter for the first time, a pause in his rhythmic grazing. your brows furrow at that, create a hairline crease in the middle that only smooths out as he resumes his motions. scrape, scrape, scrape again. it’s like he’s doing it in sync with his heart. if you shifted your hand over just a tad, you suppose you could test that theory.

“it is talk of you.”

quiet. a mere grumble under his breath. if you were not leaned over him like this you would not have even heard him. such an odd twinge to his tone; laced with something you can’t quite decipher. can’t quite pick up on. it isn’t necessarily anger, but something flirting along the lines of it.

“me? don’t tell me you have went around spreading rumors that i am possessed by eywa’s evil sister again. i thought you stopped that when we were kids.” you laugh through it, because the jagged edges of his timbre are making your fingers itch. “you’re going to ruin my reputation.”

he scoffs. condescending, dismissive. normally you’d take that as a good sign; a call back to his regular grating demeanor. at this specific moment, however, you find annoyance in it.

“your reputation is fine,” he tilts, gives a particularly harsh press of his knife that makes you think this just might be the time where it snaps. miraculously, it doesn’t. “so completely fine.”

“then what could they possibly find reason to speak of me for?” you press, rubbing your thumb over the cord of his necklace, twisting it around your fingers. “i have not caused any trouble lately. haven’t set fire to any maruis. why, there’s nothing that i can think of that could possibly warrant—“

“they speak of your lack of mate.”

his hands are working harder, less refined. jaw clenching, deltoids growing stiff below you. it’s all starting to air itself out, his jaws have cracked open just enough that you can finally see the pretty pink pearl that rests on the bed of his tongue. but it is not enough, not yet.

“then all they speak is the truth,” you shrug over him, keep your gaze locked on his movements. you want to be sure, before you jump to the assumptions that are creating hurdles in your mind. “there is no harm in speaking of public knowledge.”

“they—“ he hitches, twists his face up like his next words are sour on his tastebuds, “they are voicing their thoughts on potentials for you. they think.. rotxo is the best option.”

“oh, yes. rotxo would be a fine potential mate.”

and, ah. there it is. the coup de grace.

ao’nung snaps his head around towards you so fast you hardly have time to lean back to avoid getting smacked in the chin by his skull. there’s a fissure between his brows, his eyes have widened past the aggravated slits they were before. his mouth is cracked open in disbelief, of the fact that you agreed with him or another matter, you aren’t sure. either way, it is clear now what has been getting under the heir’s skin.

he's jealous. and you can't help but find that the slightest bit amusing. it's not often you have ao'nung in the palm of your hand like this; akin to a bug squirming under the pad of your thumb with no clear route of escape. you think you can play this up, just a little.

"you do not think that," he states, like he needs to speak it into existence. like if he says it then it will ring true, change your mind.

(he doesn't need to change your mind, but he doesn't need to know that right now).

"why would i not?" you hum, tip your head like you're truly contemplating it. "he is sweet. has a tender heart. and he is always so quick to help me. he doesn't even complain. i think taking him as a mate would be a good decision."

"the only thing good about rotxo is his hair," ao'nung spouts, rolls his eyes at you as his face fills up with indignation. "stupid, pretty boy goody two shoes."

"oh, you're right! and he's nice to look at," you agree, nod your head right along with it, "how could i forget?"

his cheek dips; he's sucking it in between his teeth. you've really done it, you think. setting him off has never been so easy. sure, it’s never too hard to get him riled up in the middle of a bickering match. but like this? aggravated over, what, exactly? the thought of you with someone else?

maybe you’re enjoying this a bit too much.

“he is not your type.” a bold proclamation, ao’nung spits out. grasping for straws; searching blindly. “you would not go well with him.”

“i think he is my type, actually,” you dispute, and he’s stopped all his movements now. knife long forgotten as he seethes over every word you speak. “kind. loyal. good morals. easy on the eyes. yes, definitely my type. that checks off the list.”

he purses his lips, knots up his brows. “that cannot be the list.”

“no?” you peruse, play into him. he makes this too easy, really. “what do you think is on the list, then? moody? messy? long hair? a tendency to be mouthy? being the chief’s son?”

that earns you a shove off of him; a click for him to realize you’ve been fucking with him this entire time. biting back your shit eating grin would be impossible so you don’t even try to. nor do you stop the laughter that bubbles out of you as he goes back to his knife work and curses you under his breath.

you reach for him again except this time you walk around until you’re in front of him. one hand on his shoulder, you lean down to shove the knife and sharpener out of his hands and plop yourself right into the slot his crossed legs have made. his gaze is narrowed at you, his lips jutted. you simply smile—innocent, sweet—as you slide your hands around to cup the nape of his neck.

“i don’t think rotxo could handle me,” you murmur, sickeningly saccharine in such a direct contrast from seconds before. ao’nung doesn’t budge. “and the good ones are always so boring. if he was my mate, when would i ever get the chance to get up to trouble?”

“you are trouble,” ao’nung scoffs; acting annoyed, fed up. but his hands give him away as they meet the dimples of your lower back, as they slide up your spine to hold you secure so you don’t fall backwards.

his facade of pretending to not care has never been too full proof. there’s been cracks in that glass since day one.

“your trouble,” you grin. your fingers begin to draw circles along the back of his neck, tease at his hairline. “you made me this way, you know.”

“i made you nothing,” he rebuts. “you are the one who always comes up with the pesky ideas that get us scolded.”

“ah, you’re right,” you agree with a faux sigh. “humor and brains. i guess i’m the funniest and smartest person alive. truly, you should be honored.”

ao’nung rolls his eyes, peels his hands off of you. “forget ability, i do not wish to handle you now. rotxo can have you, for all i care.”

“oh?” you quirk, begin to stand up. “should i go see what he is up to—“

“sit,” ao’nung orders before you can rise no more than a few inches off of his lap; hands gripping your waist to tug you back down. the playfulness drains from his eyes, that annoyance—jealousy—flashes across sea foam irises for just a moment. “you are not funny.”

you bite the edge of your lip, making your grin turn slanted. he is so fun to tease, to toss around. his palms are warm on the dip of your waist. sliding your hands further back, you skim your finger along the side of the braid encasing his queue. faint, light. he tries to hide the shiver it causes but you pick up on it regardless. and that only makes you grin wider.

“they will speak of me until i choose a mate,” you hum as you lean closer to him, minimize the distance between your faces. “rotxo is not the only name that will be paired with mine. they all like to place their bets, you know.”

“their bets are stupid,” ao’nung mutters; gruff and rumbling out of his chest as his attention flickers, falters, the closer you get.

being this close is nothing new. being this touchy is nothing new, either. but it’s almost like your skin is buzzing, your energies feeding off one another in the moment that sends you tumbling into a smug streak. or maybe, that’s just the power ao’nung holds over you and you’re scared to admit it.

“you only think they’re stupid because your name is being outnumbered in the betting pool.” maybe that’s a little mean, but it’s fun. your fingertips are heavier now, more directed as you trace the divots of his braid with one hand and gauge the rise and fall of his chest with the other. “if you were winning, would they be stupid then?”

“i am winning,” ao’nung conveys, so sure and lacking any sense of doubt in the slightest; a variance from a few moments before. and that, well, that actually makes you falter—for just a second.

“and how do you figure that?” you mumble out the question into the minute slot between the two of you. bated and breathy.

ao’nung hooks an arm around your waist, his other hand sliding up to grip the hinge of your jaw. not harsh, not rough, but firm. cradling you carefully but securely; solidly. your breath hitches, your fingers pause on their skimming across his queue encasing.

“because i am the only one who gets to do this,” he says. blunt and honest and certain as he closes the gap severing you.

he kisses you full and deep and warm. he kisses you like he has not eaten in days and you are the one thing that can sate his hunger. he kisses you like the ocean kisses the shore; yearning and all consuming, and rushing back once more as soon as their lips must part.

and he does; chase your lips as you pull back to catch your breath. places one, two, three pecks there before he deems it a safe retreat. his eyes are lidded, but no longer from frustration. that signature crooked, haughty smirk of his is curved into his pale lips. and instead of smacking it off, you’re considering how many more kisses it would take to wipe it away.

“oh yeah,” he chuckles, lips brushing over yours as he’s already leaning in again. “so winning.”

and you can’t help but agree.

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I don’t want to|| Klaus Mikaelson x vampire!Reader

Summary: you have been under protection of the mikaelson family for as long as you could remember. And you hated it. You didn’t hate the family.But you hated Klaus, he felt different towards you and was sure that you would someday admit that you didn’t hate him.

Warnings: blood, swearing.

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Being a constant main priority for at least one of the mikaelsons isn’t as great as it seems. For starters their enemies know that if they have me they have the upper hand, so your constantly being attacked. Well you suppose that when they do come after you it gives Klaus more motivation to kill them, getting rid of them quicker. You never really understood Klaus’s infatuation with you, it’s been basically from the first time you met, when you had stopped him from killing certain Salvatore brother in the 1920s. Shortly after that he was constantly at your side. Or one of his siblings were. It got annoying and you asked for Klaus to leave you alone for one night so that you could go on a date. You regretted that decision as soon as the fangs pierced your flesh and thick metallicy liquid slid down your throat before you heard a click and everything went black. When you woke up you were in the mikaelson compound with the mikaelsons surrounding you. But you could only focus on the undeniable hunger you felt, but for blood. After that you began to act colder towards Klaus, believing that it was his fault you couldn’t live out the life you wanted. Deep down you knew it want his fault, but you needed to have a reason to hate him. Because you didn’t, you just couldn’t realise that behind the hatred filled mask you had put on to burry the obvious.

Tonight was the mikaelson ball and you was out shopping for dresses with Rebekah, one of your favourite siblings. She was like the older sister you had never had. You was out all day and couldn’t find the right dress, both you and Rebekah settled on you borrowing one of her dresses. But when you got back to the compound and into your room, there was a box with a note on the bed. You gave Rebekah a suspicious look and picked up the piece of paper. Sighing you turned to her.

“That’s Klaus’ writing.” You murmured and she took the note from you and nodded.

“It is. But, how could you tell?” She looked at you with a implying look in her eyes whilst she spoke.

“Because he has that old fancy writing that no one can be bothered with anymore, not even a majority of you lot.” You said whilst looking into her eyes and smiling. “So you gunna read it to me so We can can laugh a our arses off at his attempts of swooning me?” You laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed and she joined you.

“Alright” she started, and you waited for her to continue whilst nervous butterfly’s swarm around your stomach. Though, you would never tell Rebekah that. “The note says ‘dearest y/n, none of those common dresses meet your elegance, therefore, a gift for you. After all, the finest dress, for the finest woman’” Rebekah’s mouth was agape and she looked at you with astonishment. You was trying to comprehend the words as you felt heat rush to your cheeks and all of a sudden you had no snarky comments. “Y/n, I have not seen by brother so infatuated with a woman in many years. He would do anything for you.” Looking at you she put the note into your hands and held it there. “And when Niklaus loves, he loves hard. Sometimes it can get the best of him but you seem to level him out. Even when you had first met him.” She chuckled “when we got home that night he couldn’t stop talking about you, especially how you hadn’t judged him or how you was no where near afraid of him even after seeing him so angry, ready to kill, it didn’t faze you at all” smiling she let go of your hands and put the box on your lap. “He treats you like a queen” her face twisted into a puzzled look as you took the lid off of the box to reveal one of the most beautiful dresses you had ever seen in your entire life, it was more than a dress it was an entire ball gown in y/f/c and a smaller box laying on top of it, you slowly took off the lid to see a beautiful silver necklace and earrings with stones that match the dress.

“Oh my god” you gasps quietly. Thinking of what Rebekah had said before she continued.

“Y/n i must ask why you are so cold to Nik.” Rebekah seemed serious, you knew she didn’t care all too much about you attitude toward Klaus, she found it hilarious, she just cared about her brother anyway.

“I don’t know” she answered honestly, you had no idea why, everyone knew that you didn’t care about him being a ‘monster’, before you had turned you had been generally nice to him, comforting him when need be.

“Do you like him?” She looked dead in your eyes and you knew she was listening to your heart beat so you couldn’t lie.

“I don’t want to” you looked down and she sighed, unimpressed by your answer.

“But do you?” She asked again.

“Yes” you breathed out, “yes” you repeated as it had dawned on you that you had never hated Klaus, you loved him.

“Then get that dress on, do your makeup and put those lovely pieces of jewellery on” she smiled, and grabbed her dress going into your bathroom to change and get ready.

As you was getting ready you thought about what to do with your new found feelings. What would it actually be like to date the original hybrid? You would have to get him to stop buying you so many expensive things, it only made you feel bad. Would it even work out? He couldn’t die, you just had to be staked. Or lose your daylight ring and get burnt to death by the sun. The irony in that is amazing, back from your decade people thought the sun healed tuberculosis, but for vampires it only brought death. What a sad way to live.

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You and Rebekah walked through the doors of the mikaelsons mansion and split ways, she when’s to pine over some boys and you went straight to grab a drink, wanting to calm your frantic nerves.

“I see you wore the dress love” your heart missed a beat as soon as you heard the silky voice of Niklaus mikaelson. You turned around to see that devilish smile plastered on his face, and just a hint of red adorned his cheeks.

“Klaus” you nodded your head in greeting. She tilted his head slightly to the side in confusion.

“No snarky comment?” He questioned you, raising his eyebrow whilst straitening his head.

“No, I suppose not” you smiled and handed him an drink.

“Hmm, are you sick or something? Or is this just poisoned?” He looked at you half seriously.

“First of all, poison can’t kill you, I’m not that dumb, second, I’m perfectly fine, and lastly, the whole being nice to you thing is sorta weirding me out too but I can’t do anything about it” you smiled and took a sip you your drink whilst internally screaming and your self.

“Alright” putting his hand out at you he continued. “Can I have this dance then?” You took ahold of his hand, nodding.

“We need to talk anyways.” He pulled you towards him, a questioning look in his eyes.

“What about love?” You shivered at the last word to leave his lips.

“Why is it that you like me so much, I’m a stone cold bitch to you most of the time.” You gave him an apologetic look and he smiled in return.

“There is no end to your light” she answered simply, so simply that it would have made anyone think it meant something so much more, and it did.

“What do you mean?” You honestly had no idea, and the music fastened slightly as if in sync with your heart.

“When we first met, the first thing you ever saw of me was as a vampire, prepared to kill, and still you felt almost no fear, you just tried your best to calm me down and sucseeded. And you are the only vampire I know that has never fed on a human. You have no evil in you, yet still you could do something that most monsters would be known to do if it meant you could protect the people you love. There is just no end to your light.

You heart melted during his explanation and your lips parted slightly and your brain only stopped turning when he asked you a question.

“I must ask y/n, why is it that you hate me so much?” He seemed slightly disgusted at his own words like he didn’t want to believe them.

“I don’t” you stated blankly, “I don’t, I didn’t, and I don’t think I could.” His eyes lit up and his lips shifted into a small smile.

“Then why is it you constantly act so cold towards me?” He chuckled, he had never cared, he knew you would come around, in fact he probably already knew you were inlove with him.

“Because I’m so fucking stupid I can’t understand my own feelings” you laughed and the music stopped, you suddenly got a rush of courage and pulled him into a kiss, it only lasted a few seconds before you pulled away frantically and he laughed at you panicked expression.

“I love you too love” and he pulled you back into a kiss.

#x reader #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries #mikaelson family #niklaus mikaelson #niklaus x reader #klaus mikaelson #klaus x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #vampire reader

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I will love you for the rest of my life|| Neteyam x Na’vi!Reader

Summary: you were there when neteyam died and it broke you.

Warnings: mentions of death, bone crushing angst, blood, grief, suicide attempt.

My requests are open! Feel free to ask for anything!

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He’s gone. You know that. You just can’t accept it. You even missed the funeral, you were already broken, you didn’t need to hurt anymore. But you have to see him one last time before you join him.

You swam down to the cove of the ancestors and stared at it for a couple seconds before closing your eyes and connecting to the cove.

I opened my eyes and saw Neteyam looking down at me with something in his hands, the necklace he made me when he asked me to be his mate. He started to speak and the sound of his voice made me want to cry.

“Y/n, are you alright? Why are you crying?” He spoke in a panicked voice and put a hand on my shoulder. I wiped my teary eyes and sighed.

“Noting Nete, what did you want to ask me” I questioned like I didn’t already know. He smiled and his tail started to move side to side slightly.

“Would you be my mate?” He asked in that sweet tone. When he had asked his voice made it sound like there was no pressure on my answer. But either way the answer was always going to be yes.

“Yes, yes i would love to be your mate” I smiled and pulled him into a hug so he wouldn’t see my tears fall.

That was always your favourite memory with Neteyam.

The next memory was the worst and you wanted to leave but you couldn’t.

Those 5 words that made my heart race sounded through my ears again.

“I’ve been shot you skawnge!” I made my way to him with Lo’ak and helped him swim to a rock. We laid him down and hovered around him.

“Neteyam, Neteyam. Try to control your breathing ok?” I tried to console him, maybe make the outcome different this time.

“Y/n?” He coughed up blood and look dead in my eyes with a pleading look as his ears layes flat to his head.

“Yeah? It’s me Nete, just hold on” I rambled and his father and mother came towards us.

“Dad? I want to go home” he pleaded and I grabbed his hand, everything went blurry and I couldn’t here what they was saying. Neteyam turned his head to me and I looked into his eyes as they lost their life and he fell still, his hand limp in mine. Neytiri screamed besides me and then it finally set in. He was gone all over again. I laid my head on his chest and screamed and cried. I felt Neytiri grab ahold of me and hugged me.

It all went black and my eyes opened again and I was in the ocean. But I didn’t swim up I just stared at the cove. And slowly felt last of my breath leave my lungs and I began to see black dots and the darkness engulfed me once again. But I didn’t feel pain or sadness. Just happiness and relief. I was going to see the love of my life again.

Your eyes slowly opened again and you thought that you would see Neteyam in front of you but instead saw Jake, his father and your eyes welled up.

“That is not what my son would have wanted” he spoke his voice wavering and tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry” you said softly and closed your eyes again. Feeling the quilt take over you. Knowing what you would have to do.

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The silly family held a memorial for Neteyam so that everyone could say their goodbyes. You went this time. Deciding to finally accept he was gone and wanting to say goodbye.

Everyone was crying and you listened to everyone’s last words to him.

Finally it was your turn and you went up and spoke the short a out of words you had to say.

“Neteyam, I will love you for the rest of my life. And you won’t be here for any of it, but that’s okay. Because eventually we will be reunited and I will make up for it.” You finished and stepped down and was engulfed in a sully family hug.

#x reader #avatar #avatar twow #netayam #neteyam x reader #sully family #kiri sully #loak sully #jake sully #neytiri sully #angst

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Wednesday: they find out you self harm.

WARNINGS: self harm, angst, descriptions of blood

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Xavier Thorpe:

Xavier found out about your self harm when he noticed that you had been going to the counsellors office a lot and the rumor got out that you had began to cut yourself. He asked you about it and when you denied the accusations he told you to prove it, which you couldn’t cause the rumour’s were true. He wasn’t particularly angry but he was quite upset when he saw the red lines littered around your arms and thighs.

Ajax Petropelous:

Wednesday told him. She saw your cuts and thought he would need to know, wich you were obviously not happy with but you did realise that she was doing it out of the little kindness she had in her heart (though she’d never admit it) knowing that Ajax would only try to help.

Wednesday Addams:

You had been acting weird and she got curious when you started to wear more covering clothes, so she hid in your dorm and fought you in the act. She almost got caught in the mesmerisation she felt seeing the blood trickle down your arm and dripping on the floor but remembered that it was you who was hurt. She came out of her hiding place and put her hand on your shoulder making you jump in surprise and pull her sleeve down. She just looked at you and pulled your sleeve back up and going to get your first aid kit and bandaged you up whilst you nervously bounced your leg at her calmness. When she was done so looked you in the eyes and hugged you muttering a quiet “sorry”.

Goody Addams:

You and goody had the same powers and when you got them under complete control you managed to contact eachother through your visions. And when goody ‘died’ you had fell into the pray of self harming, almost always craving the sweet relief it brought. But good found out because she could still contact you and when she tried, she was not pleased with what she found

Enid Sinclair:

You told Enid p, she knew about how you had done it before, and she knew when you started again. And being the supportive girlfriend she is she helped you through recovery and always told you how proud she was.

Bianca Barclay:

She found out when she was still a cold hearted ‘queen’ and pretended she didn’t care, but truth be told she had a crush on you and caved, begging to let her pay for therapy and all sorts of treatments.

#x reader #wednesday #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #ajax x reader #ajax petropolus #wednesday x reader #wednsday addams #goody addams #enid x reader #enid sinclair #bianca barclay

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Obx: they find out you sh

WARNINGS: sh, angst, descriptions of blood.

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JJ Maybank:

JJ found out after he walked in on you changing and saw your scars and fresh cuts. At first he freaked out and was pissed at himself for not realising how you had been feeling. You assured him that nothing was his fault and that you was having a hard time with your mental state. He sat down with you and you both discussed it. He was generally quite calm afterwards and helped you get clean.

John B Routledge:

He found out after you accidentally forgot to lock the bathroom door when you were in the midst of an anxiety attack and felt the tempting urge of the blade rolling over your skin. He had heard you crying and opened the door to check of you and his eyes widened in shock when he saw the blood dripping from your arms. He quickly took the blade off of you and grabbed the first aid kit, he began to treat your wounds whilst you cried and apologised continuously. When he was done helping you he brought you to his bedroom and cuddled you telling you that it wasn’t your fault and that he would help you through it.

Pope Heyward:

You had come to Pope when things started getting bad and you started to cut again, you had told him about how you used to and he was very supportive. So when you told him that you had spiralled again, he looked up a bunch of techniques that could help you cope with your urges and made sure that you were ok everyday so that you wouldn’t have a need to even think about cutting again.

Rafe cameron:

He was high on coke when he found out. He tried to pull off your long sleeve top whilst you both made out and when you tried to get him to stop he got curious and confused so he pulled it off and noticed the cuts on your arms and stomach. He got pissed at you at first and left the room. When the coke wore off after an hour and a half he came back and apologised promising to help you through whatever you was going through.

Kiara carrera:

You had told her upfront knowing that she would understand. Which she did, and made sure to support and help you like the wonderful girlfriend she is.

Sarah Cameron:

When her mum left Sarah had gone through depression and self harm, so when she found out she know exactly what to do in order to help you and payed for you to see a therapist.

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Surprise|| John B x reader

Summary: John b has been working hard so you get up extra early to make him a surprise.

WARNINGS:swearing

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You had just woke up and started getting ready for the day, the clock read 5:40 so your boyfriend John b wouldn’t be up for another 2 or 3 hours giving you enough time to complete the task at hand to surprise him.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a random recipe book that JB had lying around for some reason and flicked through the pages before finding the perfect recipe. Chocolate heart shape cookies with an alcohol-chocolate filling. You then started to gather all the things you would need to make the cookies deciding to mix beer and melted chocolate and freezing it to make the alcohol chocolate chips. Then you grabbed a mixing bowl and the ingredients and added them all together forming a dough.

After waiting 30 minutes for the cookie dough to set in the fridge you took it out along with the chocolate chips. Whilst mixing the chocolate chips into the dough you heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Suddenly you heard a cough to get your attention and you swiftly turned around to find John b leaning on the wall and observing what you was doing. Along with the slight mess you had managed to make along the way.

“What are you doing” he asked in a “really” tone and began to walk towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“Baking you cookies” you sarcastically replied leaning into his arms. He then took ahold of your hands and took the bowl and whisk away from you.

“I love you with my whole heart” he stated making you blush, but you sensed he had something else to say. “But I don’t trust your cooking, stay outta my kitchen.” He joked chuckling at your fake offended face.

“I should have you know that im an amazing chef” you proudly replied whilst casually flipping him off. “Now let me do something nice n’ shit for you.” You barged passed him in a joking way and grabbed the bowl again.

“Oh no. Hell. No. You almost burnt down the château” he said taking everything off of you again. And you just huffed. Then you got an idea and took some flower and threw it at him causing him to gasp dramatically and spit it out of his mouth. Casually he grabbed a hand full of flower and threatened to throw it at you. You ran away to the living room and laughed whilst he struggled to keep up with you. “Your gunna get tired eventually” he taunted, “might as well get it over with” he offered and caught you, managing to throw a decent amount of flower on you before knocking you onto the sofa leaving you a giggling mess. Suddenly he started to tickle you.

“Stop! I-I’m sorry! Just please stop tickling me!” You pleaded, thrashing around in his grasp.he stopped on top of you gazing lovingly into your eyes and leaned in, connecting your lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. Your hand cupped his face and pulled him closer to you. He pulled away and began to speak.

“Thank you for trying to do something so nice for me.” He gratefully thanked you.

“No problem you deserve nice things.”you honestly spoke.

#x reader #obx #outer banks #john booker routledge #john b obx #john b x reader #fluff #john b fluff #pouges #chase stokes

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Lie? || Rafe Cameron x pouge!reader/ JJ Maybank x pouge!reader

Summary:rafe tries to be a good boyfriend and be as honest as he can but sometimes his emotions get the best of him.

WARNINGS: swearing, toxic relationship, angst-fluff

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You sat at home waiting for your boyfriend, Rafe, to get home(you were waiting at his house). You knew he had had a long day but that usually didn’t affect how he was towards you, so you weren’t worried. Eventually you heard the door open and close, but no hello, or anything really. Strange. You thought pulling a confused face. Hearing footsteps go upstairs you follow suit and they led you to his bedroom. Quietly, you opened the door, slipped in, and closed it again. Rafe was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands looking pissed.

“Rafe?” You called, grabbing his attention. He looked up at you and you thought you saw his face relaxed for a second before it tensed back up and he glared at you.

“What” he spat. Venom in his voice. The hatred in his voice hurt but confused you more than anything.

“What’s wrong?” You ask being patient with him, knowing his short temper. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and opens instagram.

“Look at this shit! Why’d you post a pic of us together!? Huh?’ He raised his voice. “Now people think I fuck around with a pouge!” He screamed waving his hands around. Tears formed in your eyes, you had kept your relationship secret other than to the Cameron’s. You didn’t know why though.

“What do you mean Rafe? Do you not want people to see me with you?” You asked choking back a sob. He looked at you like you had said the dumbest things in the world.

“Is this one of them times when you want me to lie to protect your delicate emotions?” He rolled his eyes and you shook your head. “We’ll of course I don’t want people to see us together! I don’t even love you! I was just fucking around!” He shouted like it was the most obvious thing ever. You let your tears spill and began to cry full on.

“Fuck you rafe” you cry, grabbing all your stuff that you could find and putting them into a bag whilst he watched. He smirked like he had won some kind on game. And you left, a sobbing mess, but never looking back. Although part of you wanted to, you knew it wouldn’t help and that he didn’t want you anymore.

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You ended up at the château crying to all the pouges, they comforted you but jj had to say ,I told you so, obviously.

“I told you he was a prick” jj said in a “told you” voice. You just sobbed harder.

“JJ!” Kie warned. “You are not helping, now go and get me some tissue” she ordered.

“Yes ma’am” jj said, standing to attention and saluting before going to get the tissues.

“What an idiot” she jokes making you laugh.

“I know right?” You joke back calming down. You look down to your hands and she puts her hand on your shoulder. “I should have known I couldn’t fix him.” You sigh, looking into space dully. Kie looks at you sympathetically. “Why do I always try to fix people who don’t want to be fixed?” You ask looking back down and the into her eyes. She sighs and puts her hands on your shoulders making you turn to face her fully. JJ then came back and saw that Kie was going to speak so he just put the tissue next to you muttering a “here” quickly and kissing your cheek, making you blush slightly but brushed it off as a friendly action.

“Look, you just have too big of a heart, you can’t let other people suffer, you have to try and help ‘em.” She stops for a second, smiling, and you copied her action. “Remember when you found out about jj’s dad?” She questions your memory, you nod remembering that you was the first to find out after you witnessed an i cede t in his backyard when you went to see him. “As soon as you saw what was happening, you jumped in front of jj as fast as you could, just before Luke was about to hit and he punched you in the jaw. From what jj said, you didn’t even flinch you just punched back and pushed him over, then grabbed jjs hand and pulled him away and you both ran away from the house. He described it as if you had just immediately shut down any thought other than getting him out of harms way.” She spoke proudly then her tone changed “you have such a big heart that you put others before yourself and people that advantage of that. Thats why you always end up hurt.” She finished her whole speech then hugged you whispering, “you need to think about yourself too, pick someone you will look after you too” and she let go.

“She right ya’know” jj’s voice surprised you and you turned to face him. “You should pick someone that will look after you as well.” He speaks honestly.

“I know” you said softly. The only other person that you remember liking is jj but you know he’d never like you so you pushed that thought away. You couldn’t get into a relationship again yet anyways. It was too early and this time you were to broken. “But maybe I’ll wait a while, I think” you stopped, thinking if it was safe to let them know how you really feel. “I think I’m too broken myself, I’ll need to wait till someone wants to fix me as much as I do them.” You look between them and they both nod.

“I want to fix you.” Jj pipes up, his words shocking you. “I love you, I have for a few years now.” He confesses. “But I know it’s too quick so I’ll wait. Take as long as you need” you stand up and wrap your arms around him.

“I love you too, thank you for giving me time” you whisper as he kisses your head.

#x reader #obx #outer banks #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x reader #jj obx #angst #fluff #fluff ending #pouges #the kooks

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Reconciling || JJ Maybank x Gn!Pouge!Reader

Summary: you and jj broke up months ago and you both still have feelings for each other. But you start going on dates to get over him,jj gets jealous and ends up confessing he still loves you.

WARNINGS: swearing, fluff.

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JJ broke up with you 5 months ago, he said he didn’t want to hold you back anymore. It hurt, but you tried not to show it. But It pained you to see him so you stopped hanging out with the pouges as much as you used to. And after months of moping around and sulking you decided it’s time to get back out there. So you got yourself a date with a kook, you thought if you were gunna date anyone you may as well date a rich guy and get something out of it. It was jj’s loss off you and you were getting over it, so you got ready for the date with Darren, ‘lovely name’ you thought sarcastically when he told you it. He told you to dress casual as you both were just gunna meet at the wreck and eat some lunch, get to know each other. Nothing crazy. So you put on a white cropped top and some light blue denim shorts, perfect for the hot obx weather, and still cute. You put your (h/c) hair up into a messy bun and put on your converse. You looked at the time and it read 2:47. So you had about 10 minutes to get there.

Once you got to the wreck you saw Darren already in a booth and on his phone. You walked over and sat down, greeting him. “Hey” you said looking at his clearly expensive clothes, watch, and even sunglasses.

“Hey” he replied, putting his phone down and turning his attention to you. “You look nice” he complimented you sweetly. ‘Pretty sweet for a kook’ you thought.

“Thanks! You don’t look to bad yourself” he blushed a little at your compliment. Looking down at the menu, you copying his action. “So have you chose what your getting already?” You asked, briefly looking at the options, you already knew what you was getting.

“Uhh I think a double cheese burger” he answered, “you?” He questioned. “You can pick anything! I’m paying anyways” he added, smiling sweetly. You blushed, usually you and jj split the bill for things as you were both quite poor.

“Im just going to get a salad, and a small side of chips (fries if your American)” you said, then looking over the beverages. “Oh, and a (f/d) if that’s ok” you add shyly. He just nods in response calling over a waiter and ordering for us. Just then you here the bell of the door go, and s fit of laughter. You look over and see kie, John b, pope, and jj. ‘Shit’ you think. “Shit” you then say aloud when you see kie look at you, then jj, then you with an awkward look on her face, not knowing what to do. You shake your head at her signalling for her not to let jj know. But it’s too late, he looks over we’re kiara was staring to see you quickly look away, and his blood boils seeing you with someone else. But looks away nonetheless.

You said goodbye to Darren when you’d finished. He actually wasn’t that bad of a guy. When he left you heard the pouges call you over. And ofcourse you had too, you couldn’t keep letting your break up control your life. You found a seat next to pope and joint in on the conversations. Jj was strangely quiet but you tried to ignore that.

“So y/n, why have you been cancelling on us all the time?” JB asks suddenly, looking at you, and everyone else stops talking waiting for an answer.

“Well, I’ve just been busy” you lie, hoping they would buy it. But jj spoke up.

“No you haven’t” he rolls his eyes continuing, “you’ve been cancelling because your avoiding me, it’s really obvious” he calls you out. This infuriated you and you abruptly stood up.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t be avoiding you if you hadn’t broke my heart for the stupidest reason ever!“ you complain, raising your voice. Taking everyone back. “And did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe the world doesn’t revolve around you!?” You shout, gathering everyone’s attention. You notice everyone staring and realise your crying, your anger dying down and sadness overcoming you. Your sudden burst of anger confused you, and everyone else, you were usually a very calm person. You just wished that you was able to cuddle into jj right now and find the comfort you needed. “I’ve gotta go” you mumble. Quickly you grabbed you stuff and speed walked out of the wreck, jj following suit.

“Y/n!” He shouted after you. “Y/n please! I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry..” he shouts, sincerity in his voice. Jj rarely apologised, but not even that could get you to stop. You just carried on, a crying mess walking down the street. “Y/n” he says once he’s caught up.

“Go away jj.” You spit, walking faster.

“No, listen to me” he orders you. You ignore him and carry on. But he stopped. “I love you!” He yelled. You stopped, the words sinking into you and making you choke on a sob. You turn around and slowly walk towards him. “It was a mistake breaking up with you and regret it every day!” He confesses. You reach him and look up at him. He looked back at your broken (e/c) eyes, his heart shattering at the sight.

“Do you mean that?” You ask, voice wavering. He brings his arms around you and hugs you to his chest. Kissing your forehead and blinking back tears.

“Yes, yes. I mean every word” he expresses, “please forgive me” he begs.

“I love you too” you say in reply, answering him at the same time. “Please don’t leave me again.” You say.

“Never” he promises. Interlocking his pinky with your own.

“Never again”

#jj maybank #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #obx #outer banks #x reader

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Master list

Requests open for all these characters. I don’t really have anything I won’t write but I won’t do like really explicit smut.

I actually love requests so pleaaaaaaaasee if you have something you want, ask!!

Also if you want another character from anything just ask cause I’ll do research and make sure you get what you ask for!

Key: fluff-🌸 angst-💔 smut-❤️‍🔥

OBX

JJ Maybank

“Idiot”🌸

Reconciling 🌸💔

Lie?💔🌸

Bad timing 🌸

Pope Heyward

Nothing here

John B Routledge

Surprise🌸

Rafe Cameron

Lie?💔🌸

Web cam❤️‍🔥

Barry

Nothing here

Sarah Cameron

Nothing here

Kiara Carrera

Nothing here

WEDNESDAY

Xavier Thorpe

Jealousy 💔🌸

You can draw anything, so why me?🌸

A little too far🌸💔

Ghost 🌸

Enemies💔🌸

Ajax petropelous

Nothing here

Wednesday Addams

Nothing here

Goody Addams

Nothing here

Enid Sinclair

Keep me in your life💔🌸

Bianca Barclay

Nothing here

Avatar (twow)

Jake sully

Nothing here

Rotxo

Nothing here

Norm spellman

Nothing here

Tsu’tey

Nothing here

Lo’ak

Nothing here

Neteyam

I will love you for the rest of my life-💔

Ao’nung

Nothing here

Tsireya

Nothing here

Neytiri

Nothing here

Kiri

Nothing here

The vampire diaries/The originals

Damon Salvatore

Hurt💔

First🌸

Stefan Salvatore

Nothing here

Kai Parker

Nothing here

Niklaus Mikaelson

I don’t want to-🌸

Elijah Mikaelson

Nothing here

Kol Mikaelson

Nothing here

Rebekah Mikaelson

Nothing here

Elena Gilbert

Nothing here

Bonnie Bennett

Nothing here

Caroline Forbes

Nothing here

Kathrine Pierce

Nothing here

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Nothing here

Mattheo Riddle

Nothing here

Theodore Nott

Nothing here

Lorenzo Berkshire

Nothing here

Ron Weasley

Nothing here

Harry Potter

Nothing here

Blaize Zabini

Nothing here

Hermione Granger

Nothing here

Luna lovegood

Nothing here

Ginny Weasley

Nothing here

Pansy Parkinson

Nothing here

May add more :)

Preferences

Obx

They find out you self harm-💔

Wednesday

They find out you self harm-💔

Avatar (twow)

Nothing here

TVD/TO

Nothing here

Harry Potter

Nothing here

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iaintlithuanian · 1 year

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Xaiver x female reader

If your willing to,the reader is Xavier’s best friend who is a ghost and extremely shy and quiet expect for when it comes around him the two of you having grew close friendship,him finding you with a extremely warm and gentle heart who hears people out without judgement and never really wants to hurt anyone.

He starts seeing Wednesday,an you to always hang out in his shed while he works on art you read to him or listen to him ramble without judgment but at the night of the dance he realizes it’s always been you as he watched with jealously as Kent wrapped his arms around you whispering something you didn’t seem to understand having led to you sitting beside him quietly asking you what it meant when a guy asks you if you want to hook up and why so late at night would you wanna do anything when you could read,pulling you into him he couldn’t help but be protective realzing the girl he’s in love with is that innocent she didn’t know what it meant or she hadn’t even had her first kiss

Ofc! It’s kinda hard to understand but I get the gist of it.

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Ghost || Xavier x fem!reader

Summary: Xavier and you are best friends and he realises he’s in love with you when he’s hanging with Wednesday and sees kent wrap his arms around you and whispers something in your ear. You ask him what Kent meant and his heart melts realising how innocent you really are.

WARNINGS: swearing, fluff, first kiss, innocent reader, mentions of sex

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You and Xavier had become very close friends when he broke up with Bianca. You’d always been shy and only felt yourself around him so it didn’t take long for you to be best friends and when he started to have eyes for Wednesday you supported him all the way, even when he started to hang out with you less. But even though you supported him, you couldn’t help but feel an odd feeling in you r stomach when you saw them together or he spoke about her.

Once again you were left wondering the halls of nevermore whilst Xavier was with Wednesday. You went through the walls and got outside. You saw Xavier and Wednesday talking and looked away. Till you heard someone call your name.

“Hey! Y/n!” Kent shouted from across the quad, you turned your attention to him and drifted to him. This caught Xavier’s attention immediately as you normally would stay away from other people. So when he say Kent’s arms go around your shoulders he was sure you would get spooked and make yourself become a gas instead of solid or go invisible. But you didn’t, you just looked confused by what Kent was saying.

“Wanna hook up beautiful?” Kent asked seductively, but you had no idea what that meant.

“What” you question. Genuinely confused but his words. But he just looked at you and bit his bottom lip looking you up and down. That made you uncomfortable so you disappeared and headed to Xavier’s art studio. Waiting for his return you grabbed your book and began to read.

Later Xavier came back with confused feelings. When he saw you his heart stopped for a second and he realised it was you, and it always had been. You looked over at him and smiled then remembered that you had a question. “Xavier” you attempted to get his attention whilst he painted.

“Yeah?” He questioned, still painting.

“What does l hook up” mean” you ask innocently. Making his eyes go wide and turn towards you.

“Are kidding me?” He asks genuinely. You shake your head and he realises that you actually don’t know. “We’ll-er….um” he struggles to find the words. “Well you know what sex is right?” He asks carefully. You nod your head with a disgusted look on your face like a little kid. “We’ll hook up means to have sex with someone once” he says explaining in the simples way possible.

“Oh” you say. “Gross” you add making him laugh.

“Y/n, your 16 sex isn’t gross it’s normal it’s just like kissing but… more” he laughs. You look at him weirdly again.

“Kissing is gross to! I never want to kiss anyone” you huff, crossing your arms. You hadn’t exactly lied. But if you was to kiss anyone it would have to be Xavier.

“You haven’t had your first kiss yet?” He looked surprised. You shook your head smiling proudly. “We’ll you’ll have to kiss someone one day” he says teasingly. “May as well get it over with” he says matter of factly.

“Alright” you say. Drifting over to him, making yourself solid and putting your lips on his softly. It takes him aback at how good you are even though you’d never kissed anyone. But he kissed back nonetheless. You pull back shortly. “There, got it over with” you say proudly.

“What if I didn’t like that or I really was into Wednesday, that wouldn’t have ended well y/n, you can’t just abruptly kiss people, though, I’m not complaining.” He says.

“Xavier, im a ghost, i can use your emotions as an energy source if I wanted to, and that means I know your emotions.” You say copying his matter of fact face and tone.making him laugh. And you spent the rest of the day cuddled into him whilst reading the book to him.

#submission #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday #x reader #percy hynes white

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helloooo

could u do xavier and reader being enemies and one day xavier catches reader dancing in an empty classroom, u can decide what happens next lol

Yeah ofc! Sorry it took so long for me to I’ve just been so busy but I’ll post regularly now! Also feel free to request again! Also I don’t know if the hall they do fencing in counts as a class room but I just thought that a classroom wouldn’t have enough room for dancing. Hope you still like it!

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Enemies || Xavier Thorpe x gn!reader

Summary: Xavier catches his enemy dancing in the fencing hall.

WARNINGS: fluff, short, angst if you squint really hard

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You and Xavier have always had this rivalry, it’s childish really, and you both know it. But even still, it continues, and your sure it will forever. But maybe not.

You’ve just had another quarrel with the “tortured artist” himself, and your trying to get your anger out by dancing in the fencing hall. You know no one will be here till fencing later so it’s the best place you can dance peacefully. Dancing helps you figure out your feelings. It may be wierd to others but it’s your special ability, when you see someone dancing you know exactly how they are feeling, some may think it’s lame but, you live it. It brings your favourite hobby into something that actually helps you and possibly helps you. At the moment your aggressively dancing, your (h/c) hair up in a bun to stay out of your face, your (s/c) skin slightly red and sweaty. Slowly, your dancing calms down into gentle movements, and your so busy feeling the sudden love in your heart to hear the door opening.

Xavier is taken aback by the sight before him. Your in tight fitted clothes, and your hips are swaying gently, slowing down gradually, and he feels blush creep to his face. Why is he blushing? He wonders. He was going to practice fencing, but instead he’s trapped in a trance watching you someone who he’s “hated” for so long. Suddenly you catch sight of him and abruptly stop dancing, feeling exposed and your heart jumping out of your chest. Only now do you realise that the love you was bathing in, was for Xavier, your enemy of 2 years. You both watch each other, you panting, out of breath, and his mouth agape. You slowly make your way to him, stopping right in front of him, looking down but bring your head back up to look in his eyes. He stares back at you, a feeling in his eyes that you struggle to place.

“What are you doing?” He breaths, like he was holding his breath. You think for a moment. ‘What am I doing’ you think. Suddenly you know what your doing.

“You know that saying” you start, he nods for you to continue. “Um, keep your friends close.” You pause. “And your enemies closer?” You question. He nods looking rather confused. “Well I’m keeping my enemy closer” you finish, smashing your lips into his, your arms draping around his neck, his finding their way to your hips. You stand there kissing passionately, letting out all your pent up feeling in one kiss. You pull away reluctantly for air. He looks in your eyes and says the three words you had no idea you were longing for him to say.

“I love you” he confesses resting his fore head on yours. “And I’m sorry it took so long for me to notice” you giggle.

“It’s fine, it took me a while as well” you smile. “ but I know now, that I love you too Xavier Thorpe.” You pause. “My tortured artist” you smile, kissing him again.

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday #x reader #xavier x reader #percy hynes white

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