#Angelique Bouchard x reader

[merci-bitch]

So long, farewell

Angelique Bouchard x fem!reader

Summary: When you are reborn as a Collins, Angelique faces a dilemma.

Warning(s): angst?

A/N: hi! Been a long time, now this one is long. Quite long. I absolutely loved writing it, specially the first bits. I’ve had the honour of getting help from @arewecoolio . You’re an absolute doll and I thank you dearly for helping me with this! Xx

Now if there are any spelling mistakes or such, please let me know and I will fix it!

Taglist: @escapetodreamworld

Through the dark corridors of the manor, a woman was walking with her head held high, despite being a maid. A bucket in hand. The sound of her heels clicking against the marble floors, and the flush of the water brushing up against the sides of the bucket echoing throughout the corridors. Rounding the corner of the corridor, she lowered herself to the floor and began washing the surface beneath her. The French doors leading to the balcony in front of her open, letting in fresh air. Despite the cloudy sky, the sun shone through. Lighting up the room and the woman sitting on her knees on the floor. She looked up when she heard sounds coming from outside. She saw the Lord’s son and a woman. She felt a sudden fury arise inside of her. Just as soon as her anger had begun, another sound came, but from behind her. The woman looked behind her. It was you.

“Oh, I didn't know you were washing the floors in this wing of the manor, Angelique.”

Angelique didn't answer you and looked forward again. Only to see the two people on the balcony kiss. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to love her, and only her. Your eyes followed what she was looking at. You slowly lowered yourself to your knees next to Angelique. You saw the intense look in her eyes and the way her knuckles were turning white from the grip on the brush.

It wasn't a secret, at least not to you. You knew of her attraction to the Lord’s son. Perhaps you were the only one who’d noticed. The way she would look at him. In that way, you’d look at her. You knew it was wrong. A woman couldn't possibly love another woman. It was unheard of. It was dirty, and yet Angelique made you feel different. You dipped your brush in the bucket next to the older woman and began washing the floor by the French doors. Catching Angelique off guard.

“What are you doing?” she said. Her tone carried the intense look from her eyes. They were sharp. You almost wanted to run away and hide from the gaze—those dark eyes. You'd dream about them.

“Helping you.”

-

Angelique remembers you. She remembers how she wasn't supposed to fall in love with you in the end. It wasn't fully love. Barnabas was her love, yet she couldn't get you off her mind even after you were taken from her. She felt this possessiveness over you. You were innocent. You always looked at her. You never gossiped about men like the other maids did. You were burned into her memory. Your eyes, your face. Everything. Even after she’d cursed Barnabas, you seemed to know everything about her. It was as if you knew she was a witch, but that was ridiculous. No one knew.

When you died, Angelique felt another wave of rage arise from within. You died from an illness that wasn't treatable at the time. She did everything she could think of but nothing worked, and for the first time in her life Angelique felt as if she was failing someone. Of course, the feeling went away quickly. It wasn't like her to suddenly show mercy to her feelings. She wasn't a failure.

She was by your bedside when you passed. Seeing the life disappear from your eyes made Angelique feel strangely empty. Why, she couldn't understand. She didn't love you. Despite your confession to her just then, but then again you wouldn't leave her mind. After your death, she kept seeing you everywhere. Your scent kept following her. As time passed Angelique became more of what she was. Creating her own story of ancestors into the new world, you still followed her. She never thought you'd be reborn as a Collins and ruin her plans yet again.

-

“Oh, it is lovely to see you again.”

“It's nice to be able to come back, mum. I know that I said I would come back sooner, but with graduation taking up a lot of thought and time and then you know I just had to travel with my father,” you said with a smile. You looked up and looked into the eyes of your mother.

“You may look like me, but this spontaneous side of you certainly came from your father.” your mother said. Flicking the hair out of your eyes.

“I hardly know what you mean. I am pure innocence.” you grinned. “Is Carolyn in yet?”

Elizabeth scoffed. “As if she ever leaves her room. Now, I do have one more important thing to discuss with you. You see, we have a guest.”

“A guest? Is it someone I know?” You asked curiously as you walked up the stairs alongside your mother. The house seemed to look so much different from when you were here last. Or perhaps that was just the boarding school talking.

“No, you don’t but he is family. His name is Barnabas Collins, the third.” She said with an unweary tone. It confused you. Was this relative, not someone she liked? Then why were they here?

“Is everything alright mum? He isn’t dangerous is he?” You joked.

“Dangerous? Whatever do you mean?”

“You know, like a vampire or something.” You gestured with your fingers to your mouth. Creating fake fangs. The look of short horror in your mother’s eyes spoke differently to the joke. Not seeing the fun in it at all.

“Will you stop that at once? Behave yourself. Go and unpack your things in your room.” Your mother pointed in the direction of your room. You held your hands up in defence, grabbed ahold of your bags, and walked further up the stairs and down the corridor to the right. You walked further down the corridor and opened the door to your room. The chill hit you immediately like a slap in the face. It sent a shiver down your spine. With a breath, cold enough to see it echo out in the room, you stepped in and closed the door behind you.

This room could have used a duster. You walked over to the large windows and with a small struggle, you finally got them open. Walking back into the center of the room you started unpacking when you suddenly heard a loud banging from downstairs. You walked over to the window again, only to see a red car in the courtyard out front. It looked far too fancy to belong to your family but perhaps this was the relative your mother spoke of?

Leaving the clothing item in your hands on the bed, you walked out of the room and down the corridor again to see whoever it was that was banging an awful lot at the door. As you got closer to the main entrance and living room you heard voices. Looking around the corner from the top of the stairs you saw your mother with her back towards two people. A dark-haired man and a blond woman. The more you stretched out to see, the less room you had on the step.

Upon your noise from the stairs, Elizabeth turned around.

“Ah, Y/N, this is Barnabas.” She pointed to the man who then turned around. A small gasp left your lips. The man was pale like snow. A tall and strong figure and dark eyes. The woman behind him seemed frozen in her spot.

“Hi.” You said and waved as you walked down to stand next to your mother. Barnabas reached out a hand to shake yours. It was awfully cold and your mother seemed to notice your hesitation as you shook his hand, hence the nudge to your side.

“And this is Angelique. She owns Angelbay.” Elizabeth said with a tight lip. “Angelique, Barnabas, this is my oldest daughter Y/N.”

The woman walked forward and shook your hand. Her grip is tight. Her eyes were dark, but shining in a way that intrigued you. Her eyes looked like they were searching for something in yours, and she wouldn’t let go of your hand as you tried to pull away. Her grip only tightened.

“It’s uh, nice to meet you ms. Bouchard.” You said, sending a glance your mother’s way. Asking for help perhaps? But as you looked back at the woman in front of you, you felt that sudden feeling again. A feeling you couldn't quite explain. Not even if you tried to.

“You’re someone we haven’t seen around here before. Where have you been hiding this one, Liz?” Angelique turned to your mother and said. The movement with her head was almost doll-like. Despite turning her attention to your mother, she didn’t let go of your hand.

“She lives with her father in England. He shipped her off to boarding school.” Elizabeth said, her eyes finding Barnabas’s behind Angelique’s back.

“England? How unusual. Seems like such a waste to ship her so far away.” As she said the last part, her grip tightened even more. You hissed slightly as you felt the bones in your hand start to grind together. Finally tearing your hand away from her grip, you let out an awkward chuckle. Drying your now sweaty hand on your trousers. The woman in front of you looked almost offended as you rubbed your wrist with your other hand, but the expression was quickly changed to something else. As if she’d let her mask slip.

You heard your mother speak, but you didn't hear what she said. The woman in front of you was far too intriguing. She terrified you, but at the same time, there was just something about her that you couldn’t quite place.

Angelique couldn’t believe her eyes. Was this some kind of punishment sent from her ancestors? Sending you back to her, as a Collins? And as Elizabeth’s daughter out of all? As if she didn’t have enough trouble with Barnabas coming back. Her only love. You just had to be reborn. And you just had to choose to be reborn now. Like Barnabas, you hadn’t changed a bit. Despite being reincarnated again, and being born from another mother. Your eyes. Those same eyes that had told her the truth so many centuries ago. A truth she didn’t believe. Did you remember her like she remembered you? Was this some hideous trick of faith? Of course not. Angelique made her pathway to faith.

-

You’d imagined your life coming back to your mother’s would have been strange, but you hadn’t imagined this. Ever since that encounter on the stairs, not only had your mother been acting weirdly towards you, but so had this new relative of yours. Barnabas.

You’d heard of the story of David’s mother, Laura. It was heartbreaking to see the boy still walking around claiming he’d spoken to his mother. In some way, you could relate to losing a parent. After all these years, despite having your father, someone was missing. You would never mention it to your mother. She seemed to have enough on her plate, not only with just Carolyn.

This doctor. Julia Hoffman. Your mother spoke so highly of her. With sarcasm. Despite your mother’s information that Julia was sleeping off one of her hangovers, she still walked into the dining room with a glass in hand.

And this Vicky. She seemed sweet enough, but something wasn't right with her either. Barnabas seemed exceptionally taken by her. It was a little sweet, but it certainly wasn't what you expected.

Perhaps it was just because you were an outsider at the moment. You didn't truly know anyone. Sure, you knew your mother and your half-sister. Your uncle and his son, but did you genuinely know them? The real truth was no. As you walked through town, this wasn't something you could remember from when you were last here as a child. Your mother had told you of how Angelique had burned the Collins business to the ground with her own company. Angelbay. Despite the name, you had the feeling she was far from an angel.

As you weren't a child anymore and hardly needed supervision, you took a walk. Since nobody else seemed to be even the slightest interested in showing you around, you figured you’d do it yourself. You'd seen a bookstore, a record shop, and a small diner. Being this close to the sea would have been nice if it wasn't for the awful smell of fish the closer you got. You stood by a fence, looking out over the water. The sky was concealed away by the clouds.

“Don’t you have far more interesting things to do?”

A voice from behind you spoke. Startling you out of your trance. Looking behind you, you saw that same woman from earlier today. Although now she wasn’t wearing that skirt. She was wearing trousers.

“Oh, hello again ms. Bouchard. I was just taking a look around town.” You said, suddenly feeling nervous under her gaze.

“Please, call me Angie. No need for such, formalities.” She said with a wide smile. Her tone was teasing as she spoke. She walked up the few steps and stood next to you, leaning up against the fence. Turning herself towards you.

“Of course, I was only being polite.” You said as an apology. Looking down at your hands. You felt so out of place here. It was as if you’d arrived in a whole different world. If Angelique noticed, she didn’t say anything.

“How are you liking the town so far? I’d expected Liz to show you around.” Angelique said, purely faking her enjoyment.

“It’s nice, I suppose. A bit different to what I’m used to. She was supposed to but something came up and here I am.” You shrugged your shoulders and gave a small smile to the woman in front of you.

“How about I give you a little tour then, hm? Finish off with some dinner?”

“Oh, Angie that’s real sweet of you but you’re obviously a very busy lady. I couldn’t possibly ask you to do that.” You tried to reason.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t have the time, and it is my responsibility on behalf of the town council to welcome new members to Collinsport,” Angelique said, her tone firm.

“Oh, alright then. Why not?” You said with a small smile and then followed her back down to the road.

-

You felt very uneasy with all the eyes staring at you and you were certain that it wasn’t because you were new in town but because of a certain blond sitting across the table from you.

“Would you like to leave?” She asked calmly. She seemed used to having so many eyes on her.

“What? No, of course not. I’m just not used to, you know.” You said, trying to gesture with your hands.

“Not used to having dinner with a woman, you mean,” Angelique said as she leaned back in her seat. Bringing the coffee cup up to her lips to hide her smirk.

“No! I didn’t mean it like that. This is great. You’re great. I just meant-“

“You think I’m great? My, completing me already? Darling, I’d thought I’d at least buy you dinner first.” Angelique‘s smirk only grew as she spoke. Despite this not being her original plan, she wouldn’t deny herself the fact that she was enjoying herself. You really hadn’t changed a bit. Even now, you still resolved to a blushing mess before her. She’d forgotten how much she had had you wrapped around her finger.

“Buy me dinner? You don’t need to do that. What I meant was all the staring.” You leaned in and whispered the last part to her. Trying not to let her teasing affect you. Angelique leaned in as well and didn’t look away from the eye contact she held with you.

“Oh, it’s no trouble, darling. It seems that they are just as interested in this new thing coming into our town as I am. It is not every day we have a newcomer.”

“You must be used to all the eyes on you all the time. I mean you’re practically famous!” You said popping a chip into your mouth with a small smile. Angelique let out a chuckle.

“I know how to do business right and so have the women in my family. I won’t stoop so low to not walk around without everyone’s respect. But not all like me, you know.” Angelique said, taking another sip of her coffee.

“Who?”

“Your mother for one.” She said. Her eyes suddenly sharpened when you looked down at your plate. Crying your fingers on the napkin in your lap before looking up again. Her eyes changed once again, as quickly as the wind.

“Half the time I’m sure my mother doesn’t even like me. You’re not special.” You said without even realising it.

“Not special am I? Now that’s a first. I must admit.” Angelique gasped. Enjoying the way you suddenly choked on your drink in realisation.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry Angelique. I didn’t mean it like that. Please believe me.” You almost begged. Angelique only hummed at you, with a small smirk on her lips as she paid the bill and walked out of the diner and stopped by her car.

“I apologise for what I said, Angie. Truly. You must know I didn’t mean it like that.” You said, hoping you hadn’t offended her.

“I know what you meant. I would have thought you and Liz were the best of friends.” She croaked her head to the side, watching you. Leaning up against the side of her car. Her skin shone in the darkness from the pale light of the streetlamp.

“Well, I suppose not. I feel like I hardly know anyone. Especially not that new relative that showed up all of a sudden according to Mum. Barnabas or whatever his name was.” You shrugged, not noticing how Angelique’s body language changed at the mention of his name. Her ears spiked and her body reacted to it like a drug.

“No?” She asked with fake curiosity. Crossing her arms.

“You met him. He is very strange, but sweet I suppose. They all stare at me, much like those people in there.” You pointed at the diner. “You’re the only one who hasn’t looked at me strangely, and I hardly know you.” You risked a glance at the older woman in front of you.

Angelique hummed again before replying. “Some people are special. Different from others. Some people who are different can only understand each other.”

As she spoke, you thought she talked about you. In reality, she spoke about someone else.

In the end, all you did was shrug your shoulders as a response to what she said. You looked up at the sky and sighed.

“I should probably be heading home, Mum’s probably worried sick already. It was nice meeting you under different circumstances, Angie. You’re not as bad as they say, or as my mother says. Thank you for today.” You gave the woman a smile to show your gratitude before turning slowly away to walk on the payment beside the diner.

“Where are you going, Y/N?”

It was the first time you’d heard her say your name. It sent a shiver through you. The way your name rolled on her tongue made it sound so different from when everyone else said it. You turned around in time to see her open the car door.

“Well?” She said with a raised eyebrow. “Are you getting in or what?”

“Oh, it isn’t necessary. I can walk-“

The glance she gave you was enough to make you shut up and walk those few steps towards her and get into her car. She closed the door and walked around the car and got in the driver's seat. As she turned on the engine, she gave you a wink.

Angelique might not have been entirely sure what she was doing with you. You didn’t remember her, and even though she remembered you and your confession of love to her on your deathbed, she didn’t need you. On the other side though, you were suddenly a way to get to him.

-

“And where have you been all day?”

You turned around and saw your mother leaning against the doorframe of her office. She must have heard you come in.

“Out. Seeing town, and making new friends.” You shrugged and turned to leave, but she grabbed your arm and pulled you inside. “What are you doing?” You asked, shrugging out of her hold.

“And out of all the people in town, you chose Angelique as your new ‘friend’?!” Your mother nearly shouted at you.

“What is your problem, mum? Honestly. There’s nothing wrong with her. She was being nice, and she showed me around town and then bought me dinner. That’s all. It’s not like you went with me.” You scoffed and walked over to the large window on the right. The one with the view down to town.

“Nothings wrong with her? She’s a-“

“A what mum?” You turned around, glaring at her. Daring her to continue her sentence. Elizabeth gave up, took a breath and walked up to you, grabbing you by the shoulders.

“Look Y/N, there are some people who are different. Some people do not wish us well, and Angelique is one of them. She ran the business to the ground and has continued to poke us out as strangers to this town. I’m only looking out for you, and you know I didn’t leave you to go out alone on purpose, but I certainly did not mean for you to go handholding with our enemy.”

“Enemy? What is this, seventh grade? She was nice to me mum. She didn’t look at me weirdly like you all do, and she for one seemed genuinely interested in spending time with me.” You turned around again and looked out the window. You felt your mum’s grip on your shoulders tighten.

“Please promise me that you’ll not meet up with Angelique again. She means only trouble.”

You let out a heavy sigh and unwillingly agreed. You didn’t listen to what your mum then later said. Something about rebuilding the Collins fish business. Your mind kept wandering back to the diner. To the day you spent with Angelique. To the way she kissed your cheek before you got out of the car. Purely innocent and done as a friendly gesture of course, but it left you feeling different each time you thought of it. Developing a schoolgirl crush on your family’s sworn enemy on the first day of meeting her surely was something. If not the wrong thing.

-

As time went on, you did your best to obey your mother’s order to stay out of Angelique’s way, but of course, rules are meant to be broken. Technically It wasn’t you, it was her. It was always her these days. You couldn’t get her off your mind. You’d seen her in town and always looked her away. Even unknowingly. Now that the family business was up and running again, it caused even more tension to grow between your family and Angelique herself.

You felt as if you were stuck in the middle of it all. She wasn’t all that bad, was she? She had only ever been kind to you. Your mother and Barnabas kept whispering in secret at times. You always wondered if it was about her. Angelique. He seemed to know her, which surprised you when he was visiting from England himself. And if you were to believe your mother saying it was the first time he was visiting, how could he possibly know her? You almost felt jealous. Not only by the attention he was given by your mum but by the attention given by Angelique.

It sounded ridiculous, you hardly knew Angelique. Sure, she had shown you around town and bought you dinner, but that was it and since your mother had forbidden you to meet her, It was quite impossible. But there was just something about her that caused your mind to wander. Daydreaming had never been something that had affected you, that was until now. She was everywhere in your thoughts.

“Y/N!”

You jumped as you heard someone bark your name. Turning to your side, finding your mother standing there with crossed arms and a rather disapproving look on her face.

“Eh, sorry. What do you say?” You cleared your throat and sat up straighter. Trying not to make it look like you were just caught daydreaming. Again.

“What on earth is going on with you? You’re hardly listening to me at all. And this isn’t the first time this has happened. What’s gotten your mind so occupied you can’t even think to listen to me when I speak to you?” Your mother barked at you. Staring at you intensely. You suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

“Nothing mum. I promise. I just haven’t slept well, that’s all. I’m sorry.” You tried to reason. Hoping she’d fall for the bait and leave it alone.

“Perhaps you should see Julia.”

Now this surprised you.

“What? No. Of course not. I’m fine. I promise.” You said as you stood up and pushed the chair you’d been sitting in, in. “I think I’ll take a walk. You know, to clear my head.”

“This is about Angelique, isn’t it?”

You froze.

“What? Why would you say that?”

“You’ve been acting weirdly ever since I told you, you couldn’t see her again or under any circumstances talk to her.”

“I’ve been acting weirdly? Says the woman who’s been whispering in secret with this new relative who showed up out of the blue.” You sparked back at her. How dare she?

“Barnabas and I aren’t secretly whispering and he is as much a Collins as you are.”

She kept on going with her speech. Your mother was always wise when it came to words and at this moment, she seemed to favour him over you. So you left for that walk.

-

Summer was going away as the leaves were falling off the trees and the clouds coming back with rain every other minute. The air was damp but cool. Perfectly enough to help you cool down. You’d never been the one to raise your voice at your parents, but your mother seemed out of line these days.

As you walked alongside the shops, the wind was getting harsher. The clouds were getting darker too, and you could almost smell the incoming rain, but it didn’t bother you. You stepped into a coffee shop as the sky finally opened up. Just barely making it inside without getting drenched. You sat in a corner booth and drank your tea while watching the rain fall. Rather depressing, but given the circumstances it felt right. Perhaps the only right thing to do after a fight with your mother. It made you miss your father and your home.

“Is it just me, or are you always alone?”

A voice behind you spoke. You turned around and felt the air leave your lungs for just a second.

“Angelique.”

“So you do speak. I was almost certain your tongue had been cut off.” Angelique said as she sat down opposite you.

“Oh, no I haven’t been ignoring you if that’s what-“

“Oh, but that’s exactly what you’ve been doing, isn’t it? Did Mommy finally tell the tale to scare you away from me?”

“You know that’s not true Angie.” You tried to defend yourself. You knew it was useless as she had some right in what she was saying.

“Isn’t it? It wouldn’t surprise me. Liz has always seen me as the big bad wolf. I can leave if you’d like.” She said, halfway out of her seat.

“No! Please, don’t go.” You said, rather fast. If not too fast. And a bit louder than you would have liked. Angelique’s lips curled into a grin and sat back down again. Lightning a cigarette.

“So tell me, why the sudden silence? I thought we were friends.” She said as she blew out the smoke.

“Yes I know, and I’m sorry. Truly.”

“Funny, I’m suddenly getting déjà vu from this conversation.”

You looked down at your hands. A small sense of guilt finally creeping up on you. You suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

“How about we talk somewhere else, hm?”

You looked up and saw her staring at you rather intensely. With a small nod, you got up from your seat and followed her out in the rain. Knowing your mother would probably have a fit if she knew what you were doing right now. You got into her car and let her drive off to whatever place she had in mind.

That place being her house. It wasn’t what you had imagined when she’d offered to speak somewhere else. It was a house on a hill a little further away from town and of course, it was a big one. Despite the big house, it didn’t look as modern as you thought on the inside. Sure, marble floors in the hallway and a massive golden mirror, but it was elegant. Fitting for someone like Angelique. You suddenly felt even more out of place.

You nearly jumped as you felt someone come up behind you, only to remember it was Angelique herself. She’d pulled off your coat. With a hand on your lower back, she lead you into the house. The room on your left was the living room. A room with windows looking out over the town, much like the ones in your mother’s office. Two big white sofas surrounding a fireplace.

“You have a beautiful home,” you said as you looked around. Large paintings hanging on walls. On the other side of the room was a record player. You couldn't help but let curiosity get the better of you, and walked over. You peeked through all the records she had. Most of them being French. You should have guessed it. She did have a rather French name after all.

“Have a thing for music, do you?”

You turned around to see Angelique holding two glasses of wine and an amused expression on her face.

“Oh, I didn't mean to look through your things. I was just curious.”

Angelique nodded her head towards the sofa closest to the fireplace and sat down. You walked over and sat down next to her but at a distance. She handed you one of the glasses but you refused politely.

“What, you don’t drink?”

“I’ve never had alcohol before no. My father doesn’t really drink. Well, not unless it’s scotch.”

“Try it.”

You had a feeling she wasn’t going to give up so you did. It tasted bitter and you made a face as the liquid went down. A laugh arose from the older woman next to you before taking a sip of her own. “You’ll get used to the taste.” She said, closing her eyes and leaning back against the sofa. Basking in the warmth from the fireplace. You couldn’t help but stare at her. It wasn’t intentional but you couldn’t look away. Her pale skin shone in the light from the fire just as it had done with the light from the lamppost that night. You almost wanted to touch it.

Angelique knew you were staring. She had a sixth sense after all, but it felt just like it did all those centuries ago. Your eyes on her at every possible moment of the day. Something in her enjoyed it. She wouldn’t admit it to herself, the fact that some part of her had missed you. Never, but now that her last meeting with Barnabas hadn’t ended well, despite the lustful hour of what she would call love, she couldn’t help but think of the possibilities of having you on her side. What it could mean for her and Barnabas.

She opened her eyes again and caught you staring. You quickly looked away, a blush forming on your cheeks as you’d been caught. A small chuckle came from the woman next to you. Her chuckle was low and sultry, sending a shiver down your spine. Her gaze lingered on you, suddenly cloudy and intense as if she could see right through you. The room seemed to dim around you and the air thick with anticipation, as her hand slowly reached out to touch yours, igniting a forbidden desire within you. You looked down at where her hand suddenly grasped yours, tugging at it. Pulling you closer to her. Your knees suddenly touched hers. You looked up at Angelique again, only to realise how much closer she was. Letting out a gasp as a reaction.

“Don't be shy," she whispered, her voice smooth like velvet. “I don't bite. Well, not unless you want me to.”

The blush that had previously appeared on your cheeks crept up your throat once again. Angelique’s other arm was draped over the sofa’s back. A shiver went through you once more as you felt her fingers trace the skin of your wrist.

“Tell me, how are you getting along with this new relative of yours?”

“He’s nice I suppose. He taught me how to play chess. He’s been spending a lot of time with Vicky. They go down to the water quite a bit with David.” Your eyes had turned to the fireplace, so you didn’t notice the way Angelique’s eyes changed as you mentioned Vicky. She wasn’t going to be a problem much longer. How odd. You being reborn, and Josette too.

“How do you know him?” You asked. Turning back to her, unknowingly curling yourself more towards her. The question caught Angelique off guard. She hadn’t thought of a cover-up story for this.

“We met here in Collinsport. The same day when I met you.”

“Funny, you seemed to know each other, even back then.”

“Funny indeed.”

“I should probably go. It’s getting late, and I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” You said, clearly sensing it had been the wrong thing to ask. As you got up, Angelique grabbed your hand. Her grip was just as tight as the day you met when she wouldn’t let go of your hand. It was giving you déja vu.

“Stay. Have another glass of wine. You’re an adult, aren’t you? Mommy doesn’t need to know where you are all the time.” As she spoke, she filled up your glass and handed it to you, tugging you down to sit.

-

You had shared a bottle. Or mostly, you had drank it. Angelique had had two glasses. It had left you woody, and more unaware of your surroundings than before. Leaving you prey to a predator named Angelique. As the evening went on and the more alcohol you consumed, the more you fell for her trap. Her small touches and her eyes looking you over. You were done for.

Your head was lying on her shoulder. Your body curled into hers as you comforted yourself in the warmth from the other woman. Her fingers were running through your hair. Your eyes were slipping shut and a pleasant hum left your lips. It was a moment someone would have called soft. Not Angelique of course. She wasn’t soft, but she always had a plan.

“Feeling tired, Y/N?”

You hummed in response. Wrapping your arm around her waist to hold onto her. Angelique chuckled to herself. She let you fall asleep curled into her. She hardly knew what time it was, and she didn’t care. The longer you stayed with her, the more of a riff there would be between you and Elizabeth. The more you would be on her side. Of course, it wasn’t because she enjoyed it. Having you so close to her. She was only using you to get to Barnabas. That was what this whole thing was about. Angelique had realised long ago that you didn’t remember anything from your past life, but her plan had always been to use you to get to him.

-

“I love you, Angelique.”

Angelique froze upon hearing those words fall from your lips. She refused to look you in the eye when she moved again. You grabbed her hand and begged her to look at you. Even on your deathbed, you needed to see her one last time. With her by your side, you could pass on peacefully. She didn’t say anything as she sat down. She let you hold her hand. She didn’t understand why you would say such a thing to her. She didn’t love you. She wasn’t sure she liked you. But from the moment you started, you’d been on her side. You had been able to read her like no one had before. Perhaps it was for the best that you were dying. Who knew what you would do if you found out she was a witch?

“I love you.”

She saw the life drain from your eyes. Those three words being the last you said, and the last you said to her left her with a strange feeling. Suddenly, something else was happening to her. She was feeling something other than hatred for Barnabas' denial. She was feeling empty. The anger was quickly coming back. She wouldn’t let the death of you come in her way. No matter how it made her feel.

-

The dream still haunted you. It didn’t feel like a dream. It felt like a memory. Something that happened a long time again that you suddenly remembered, but that wasn’t possible. Was it?

It had been days. Everything was going into chaos. There hadn’t been any time to stop and think about it. Especially not now when the factory was burning up in flames. You’d been in your mother’s office as it happened. She wouldn’t let you leave her eyesight when she found out you’d spent the night at Angie’s. You didn’t remember it. You didn’t remember any of it. The only thing you remembered was that dream. Everything felt so different. Suddenly Julia was missing and nobody knew where she’d gone. Barnabas and Vicky had disappeared as well. You might not have grown up with your mother, but you knew she wasn’t doing well. Something was stressing her more than usual.

As you walked down the stairs to the front doors, you heard sirens. Your mother opened the doors and walked out. You walked out behind her and saw Angelique’s red car pull up alongside a police car. People from the town were gathering in the driveway.

It all went by so quickly as Barnabas suddenly walked out behind you. You’d walked closer to your mother as he suddenly grasped Angelique by the neck. The gasps from the people alongside your own as he bit into her neck echoed throughout your head. Your mother’s accusation of Angie being a witch as she suddenly threw Barnabas back into the house with ease. Her skin looked even paler as she turned around again after greeting the people behind her. It looked as if it was cracking. Like porcelain. A feeling of dread went through you. Perhaps your mother was right after all.

You’d followed your mother back into the house, standing behind her as she fired the shotgun. It all happened in the blink of an eye. The house catching on fire, Carolyn being a werewolf and Angelique making the house bleed. David’s mother’s ghost appeared and screamed Angelique up into the chandelier. Making it crash down into the ground. Your mother carried Carolyn out of the house, screaming for you and David to follow, but you couldn’t. Something in you couldn’t move. Instead, you ran to her.

“Angelique?” You said, your voice trembling with both fear and sorrow. For a reason, you couldn’t understand. That dream came rushing back to you. It wasn’t a dream, was it?

“Angelique, I remember where I’ve seen you before.” You said. You didn’t fully understand what you meant as you spoke, but the woman in front of you did. A glint of something other than pain flashed through her eyes. Her skin looked like a smashed porcelain doll. You looked behind you and saw Barnabas standing there. A scream of your name, coming from your mother made you move. Standing just by the door to see the life drain from Angelique’s eyes as she turned her head towards you.

Something in her was trying to tell you something just before it disappeared. It hit you like a slap in the face. A cry erupted from your lungs as the ceiling fell over Angelique. You almost ran in, had it not been for your mother’s arms dragging you away from the sight of your burning home. It had never been the house or your family. It had always been her. She was your love. Your true love.

[darling-miaxoxo]

Would love it if you wrote filthy smut for alma (and angelique too because who doesn’t love her)

jealousy --> lust

a/n: this shit filthy asf. yes ik this took me a long long time. happy new year, merry christmas. :) and btw, reader is BUFF, like BUFF and kinda mommy if it weren't for the fact that shes a sub 👀 btw @notmanagingmymischief, not really proud proud but it's good enough for me :3 warnings: nsfw/smut (threesome, inappropriate use of magic, enchanted strap on, pet play, mistress kink, mommy kink, magical lube, praise kink, degradation kink, double penetration, bondage, dubious consent, brainwashing, etc), jealousy, slight angst, fluffy aftercare, biting, gentle bath tub sex.

ship: sub!reader x dom!angelique bouchard x dom!alma peregrine

fandom : mphfpc, dark shadows summary: you come back from a long trip from Japan and when you come back, you find that another woman has made her way into the loop.

Your fingers typed on the laptop, finally finishing your work up for the last time. You sighed as you clocked out, the screen showing "Work in Japan now completed. You may now return to Wales." You sighing as you smiled, closing your laptop and packing your things.

You had booked a flight to Wales. Its been 2 years since you last saw them. Your peculiarity was that you could summon anything you want/need with a snap of your fingers.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ time skip

It was currently the next day. You had packed your stuff, it was 4:00 AM and you were currently in the airport, waiting for your flight to start boarding. You decided to take some pictures for the memories, smiling as your passport had the stamp from Japan. You waited until 4:30 for boarding. Once it did happen you went inside the plane as you waited for the flight to take off. Scrolling on your phone as they made the announcement.

You sighed as you turned on airplane mode, starting to play some offline games, looking outside the window, luckily you booked the seat, you hated aisle seats, people were always hitting your hand.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cut to when you're in wales

You get off the ferry, paying the driver a bit of an extra amount of money, considering you wouldn't be using it anymore. Your backpack and your sling bag on your body as you walk towards the loop. You look at your watch and find that the time is 10:00 AM. That took an awful amount of time.

You walk towards the loop entrance as you look around you to see if anyone's watching. Once you find that the coast is clear you enter the loop, hearing a loud pop in your ears. You forgot about how loud the pop was.

The dark sky suddenly changed into a bright and beautiful sky. The sun is shining brightly as you put on some black shades. You hated the heat, as you had got used to the cool in Japan. When it was summer, you hated to go outside. You sighed as you walk towards the house as your black flats made a click-clack noise on the pavement.

You make your way to the house as you knock on the door. Fiona opens the door as she gasps and hugs you suddenly. "Y/n!! Where have you been?" She asked, you smiled as you responded happily, taking off your shades.

"Japan darling. No need to worry. Where's Miss Peregrine dear?"

Fiona smiled as she grabbed your hand and led you inside. You smiled as you followed her lead, looking around the house, you saw many portraits that weren't there before, you were smiling at that. Fiona led you outside, you squinting as you put on your shades, as you smiled when you spotted Miss Peregrine, the smile faltering, as your jaws clenched.

"Well Alma. It seems we meet again."

You said in your work voice (which was stern and deep) as you fake smiled, and looked at the blonde woman next to her. She seemed mysterious.

"Ah. Y/n. I didn't expect you to come back so soon."

Alma had said to you. You and Alma had an interesting relationship, one day you slept together in the.. sexual sense and then the next she ignored you. You glanced at the woman next to Alma, she looked pretty at least.

"You don't seem happy to see me."

Your brow raised, your voice was deep, a tang of jealousy in your voice, your voice cold and mean, as Alma looked up at you. You were a bit shorter than her but, your heels made you 3 inches taller. Which made you smirk as you look down at Alma.

"Anyway, this is Angelique. She arrived a few weeks ago."

Alma introduced you to the blonde woman, you put your hand out for her to shake, your black leather crop top jacket hanging, making you look a bit intimidating, as Angelique was a bit hesitant to shake your hand but shook it anyway.

"Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n.

You introduced yourself. Your smile widening as she shakes your hand. Her handshake was firm, which was good in terms of business of course.

"Angelique Bouchard. Nice to meet you. Alma has told me wonderful things about you."

She said, a look of jealousy in her eyes for some reason. You removed your shades as your eyes tried to open without closing. The bright sun got in your eyes.

"My apologies, I'm not used to bright sun anymore."

You said, your hair reflecting against the sun in the most beautiful of ways. You put your shades back on as Angelique eyed your Gucci sling bag.

"Do you mind if I stay for a while Alma darling?"

You questioned Alma, a smirk on your face as Alma nodded, her not having a choice as she couldn't give away your room, as your room had posters that were way too inappropriate for children.

You grinned and went inside as you went back to your old room, the posters still in because you had glued it to the wall, taking off your leather jacket and hanging it in your closet, revealing your white tank top as you decided to lift some weights, trying to get stronger so that you could beat your personal best of 30 kilograms.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cut to afternoon

Fiona called you, saying that it was time to eat as you smiled. Pausing your work out routine as you went down only in your tank top, your biceps in sight as alma took one look at you and almost drooled at how good you looked.

As Alma gave the command to eat, you started to, carefully eating slowly to not make a mess and to chew properly. The children talking about their day as Angelique just glared at you, you glaring back as Angelique stopped. Then you were caught off-guard when one of the children asked what you did away.

Alma was quick to respond with a quick glare which made the child stop asking. You nodded, swallowing your food as you responded.

"Well, I went to Japan for work dear. I had to make deals with clients. It was fun."

You said, finishing your food as you carefully excused yourself and placed your plate in the sink, going up to your room, you had taken off your heels and instead wore shoes with stockings. You went inside your room as you just continued your work out, lifting 15 kilogram weights like it was nothing.

Alma came in, closing the door behind her and calling your name.

"Y/n dear, the children and I are going on the daily walk and Angelique is staying home. I want you to stay home and I want you to get to know her. Understand?"

Alma commanded in a stern tone. Her stoic face symbolised that she was serious. You chuckled a bit as you haven't seen her this commanding since you slept with her.

"And what if I don't?"

You teased as you stood up and looked up at her.

"Then I'll punish you. You wouldn't want that would you? Or are you a dirty slut?"

Alma said, her tone stern as you blush at the filth coming out of her mouth. You nodded slowly as you went back downstairs going past her smirking face.

You went downstairs as Emma looked at you and waved before leaving with the other kids. You sat down on the couch and continued to read a book.

When the children left, Angelique came up to you and sat next to you. She asked what book you were reading and you told her Murder on the orient express. She suddenly got closer to you.

"Well, Alma told me a lot about you. More specifically, about how much of a slut you are in bed."

Angelique whispered to you, you blushed quickly at the degradation. Angelique smirks as she suddenly pushes you down on the couch, licking your ear.

"A-Angelique, wouldn't the kids see? Even if they're on their daily walk what if they come home early?"

You stuttered as Angelique smirked and bit your neck, leaving lovebites all over it. You whimpered and groaned as she bit your pulse.

"Well then, don't be so loud."

Angelique whispered as she covered your mouth and continued roughly biting and tugging on the skin on your neck. You gasped and whimpered as her sinful ministrations manipulated your pleasure.

You gasped as she found your pulse. She bit on it and licked the bite mark. You whimpered submissively as Angelique teased you.

"Please.. Please Angelique... Please.. please just fuck me.."

You begged, Angelique smirking, you gasped as Alma suddenly barged in. She was a panting mess as she smirked. Angelique got off you.

"My my, some one started without me."

You gulped, you were shocked when Alma came close and kissed you, you whimpered as she slipped her tongue in your mouth, whimpering as Angelique smirked, kissing your neck from the side, sucking and biting, creating hickeys.

"mmph~!"

You whimpered, Alma pulling away as she smirks..

✰ cut to later ✰

You were on their bed, naked as your neck was filled with love bites, your eyes squinting as you saw Angelique applying a magical lube to both their strap ons. You gulped as you felt Alma blindfolded you. "A-Alma.."

"Oh don't worry, you'll enjoy it sooner or later."

She replied in a nonchalant voice, you felt something weird.. like something was tying you up..

"I forgot to tell you, Angelique has magic."

Alma whispered to you, you were shocked.. you squealed when Angelique had tied you up to the bed with her magic, you tried to move your wrists but it was no use. Alma chuckled as she slowly went inside you.

"Fuck!!!!!!!~"

You moaned loudly, it felt like she was wearing a 9 inch strap.

"Hun, we're not even 3 inches in."

Your eyes widened, how did it feel so.. long?... And rough... "Such a slut, aren't you? A dumb slut who can't even take 2 inches without screaming." Angelique teased, degrading you even more.

"H-how- how?!.."

You questioned, Alma chuckling and responding with 2 words. "The lube."

Fuck.. it felt so good.. just.. wanna.. be.. cum..dump..

Alma then just started to pound in you, rough and hard as you moan loudly, gripping the sheets, fuck.. her vigorous fucking was turning you on more! Angelique then slowly inserted her strap in your asshole, causing her to gasp in shock at how tight you were.

"Mmph!!!~ Fuck!!!"

You moaned, Alma had moaned partially loud when you had clenched your pussy, you then starting to clench more as she moaned in your ear, Angelique starting slow as she gets you used to the feeling of the strap.

"Fucking hell!!!!"

You moaned loudly as Alma and Angelique had started to pound into you at the same speed, Alma hitting your g-spot rigorously.

You whimpered as Angelique attached a collar to you, tugging on the leash attached as her boobs suffocated your face. You started to slowly suck on her breasts as a calming way to try and avoid the rigorous thrusting that came from both Alma and Angelique.

✰cut to later✰

You were sore, legs and arms numb as Alma and Angelique took off the blindfold, smiling. Alma kissed your neck one more time as Angelique carried you to the bath. You whimpered as the hot water calms down your nerves.

Alma cooed, applying some medication onto your love bites. Angelique bathed you, applying shampoo as she massaged your head, her hands felt so nice. You purred as Alma has started to medicate your love bites. Alma then started to insert her fingers in your sore hole, going at a slow and sensual pace.

Alma continued to thrust, letting you reach your high as she lets you ride her fingers as well. Alma smiled before starting to wash your private parts. They then washed off the soap as they put the towel on you, drying you off. They then put silk pyjamas on you, carrying you to bed as they lay down beside you. Angelique kissed your forehead as she allowed you to nap peacefully.

[crusxs]

my favorite type of bra.

[notanotherstory]

Mistle-toeing

Warnings: fluff, a really annoying "i-don't-know-limits" man.

Word count: 4.5k

Disclaimer: this was the first lil thing I wrote about Angie. I do hope you enjoy it <3

Morning came and you groaned as your alarm rang and pulled you out of dreamland. You pulled your arm from under the covers and slapped it off, proceeding to stretch and swing your legs to the side of the bed, putting one foot in front of the other before opening the curtains and getting hit by the morning light. 

You rubbed your eyes and blinked repeatedly as they adjusted to the light, getting ready for a much needed shower that’d finally wake you up. It was going to be a long, long, day, you thought, before stepping under the stream of warm water and letting your dreams wash away with it.

As you walked through the streets of Collinsport, you pulled on the brown, thick coat you wore, trying - and failing - to hide your nose from the cold so it wouldn’t turn rudolph red. 

Quickly, you entered the building and shuddered at the change of temperature, ruffling your hair to get rid of the snow that had collected in it, and running your hands along your coat to clean it up from the little white particles that had stuck to it. Rubbing your hands together to warm them up a little bit, your eyes scanned the place.The sight was not the usual; and the energy felt different. A good kind of different.

The office was decorated all around, giving the usually white, clean, serious and cold surrounding, a cozier feeling. An elegantly decorated tree sat next to the coffee machine, which now had an addition of delicious ginger cookies on the counter, along with garlands up on the walls and some wreaths hanging in between them, finished with lights adorning the cubicles, everything strategically placed so it was a harmonious look. Funnily enough, everyone seemed just as surprised as you were. In the few months you’d been around, you had never heard of the office celebrating any kind of festivity, but, well… Here you were, with decorations along the office boxes, Christmas music playing in the background (you recognized Sinatra’s Let it Snow) and Nancy, Angie’s secretary (and your confidante) wearing a Santa hat. You guessed this was her making, and you couldn’t fathom how she had convinced Angie Bouchard to let this happen. 

As you walked by Nancy, you waved shyly at her, mouthing a “Good morning, Nance” and receiving a big smile in return, followed by a wink - you didn’t get the reason for the last gesture, but you knew she always knew things you didn’t. To be honest… you were quite oblivious.

Absentmindedly walking towards your desk, the decorations distracted you from the pair of cobalt eyes following your every move, like a predator stalking its prey, silently, meticulously, and waiting until you had reached your designed space, still staring and assessing your reaction to the changes.

You dropped your leather bag on the desk unceremoniously and hung your coat on the chair, starting your computer to check for the new mails - but something felt off. A glimpse of red showed up on the corner of your eye, and you rapidly turned your head towards the salient colour. There was a gift sitting on your desk. You stared suspiciously at the neatly wrapped box that sported a ruby red colour, finished with a golden bow. No one in the office was too close to you, so this was quite the surprise. Carefully lifting the box while looking for the tag, you instead found a neat card that had your name elegantly written on it, alongside a small message;

“Y/N,

A little birdie told me you had been staring at these for quite some time.

I do hope you enjoy them thoroughly.

P.S., I see you’ve got good taste. Very nice choices.”

You turned the card around to find any kind of initial or name, but ended up with nothing. Saving the little card safely on your bag, you pulled on the ends of the ribbon and watched it fall lightly on the desk. The tips of your fingers grazed the red wrapping paper, feeling its soft texture and travelled down the softness of it until it met one of the seams; your nails picked on the scotch tape and lifted it, being meticulous enough so it wouldn’t tear. 

After you pulled the box out, you kept trying to figure out what it could be. And when it opened, you had to bite your lower lip to keep the grin from taking over your whole face, yet still jumped up and down in your spot excitedly. Inside it there were two of the vinyls you had been looking at the store for the past two weeks, but always decided to not buy them just yet: Herbie Hancock’s Crossings, and Santana’s Caravanserai. 

You were a huge music geek, and these were recently out. You looked around hoping to recognize something in someone’s eyes or expression, any tell-tale sign, but only found Nancy’s warm eyes; “Oh!” you exclaimed. 

In one of your many conversations with Angie’s secretary, you had gushed about one of these two albums and how much you absolutely loved Christmas, considering it was big back at home. You set the vinyls back on the box and walked towards Nancy, but before you could open your mouth, she spoke without even drifting her eyesight from the computer screen. 

“That was not me, dear.” You cocked an eyebrow up and a quizzical look took over your features. “Well - if it wasn’t you, then…” Nancy looked up at you and shrugged innocently. “I have no idea, darling. But they do seem to be paying attention to you.” With that, you decided to drop the topic and go back to work; god knows the secretary would not spill any more information. Jesus, this woman could get caught by the CIA and keep everyone’s secret’s safe, acting like she knew absolutely nada. And even when you tried to avoid your workload, you had a lot to catch up on. Yet, you found yourself looking back at the little card and reading it repeatedly during the day, smiling at the neat handwritten message.

The day passed by fairly quickly, and you were drained. Meetings, mails, getting ready for the end of the year at Angel’s Bay meant absolute mayhem, you learned. The thought of a warm cup of hot chocolate and a good Christmas movie under the warm covers of your bed, in the safety of your little flat made you yearn for the end of the shift, when you could finally relax. With that in mind, you finished typing the document you were working on and stood up from your chair, quickly making your way towards the coffee counter, eyes focused on the warm cups of chocolate that Nancy had just put down, turning towards you to gift you a soft, caring smile. You loved that woman to bits, and she knew you had been having a hard time lately. Christmas was not a day you were used to spending alone, so the thought of it had been taking a toll on you the past week. Of course, Nancy was constantly checking on you and doing small things to cheer you up - asking about your day and if you ate, to which you would roll your eyes playfully and answer while chuckling “Yes, mom”, or leaving candy canes on your desk, and now preparing your favourite thing ever; hot chocolate. She left the tray and kept walking forward towards her desk, which was right next to Angie’s office.

You grabbed the warm, white cup and the sweet smell of chocolate invaded your senses, bringing you the comfort you were looking for. There were small marshmallows on top as well, and you had to contain your excitement to avoid squealing like a little kid from the happiness it brought you. 

While you were immersed in your hot chocolate cup, you didn’t realize who was walking towards you, until your personal space seemed to be awfully invaded by a strong cologne that reeked of musk - not the good kind. You don’t know what you despised the most; the smell or the person who came along with it. 

Freaking Jack from the sales department. Another of the smug assholes who never took “no” for an answer, because his fragile ego could not take it. He’d been trying to get your attention since the first day you started working at Angel’s Bay, taking advantage of any situation he had to brag about himself - god, he was so full of himself. Today was not the exception. The rest of the girls in the office swooned over him; it was sort of like a Belle and Gastón kinda situation. Terrible, to say the least. 

You heard him clear his throat and rolled your eyes before plastering the most fake smile you could manage, turning back to look at him.

“Jack.”

“Y/N, what a coincidence” Not. 

“Yeah, well, considering we work on the same floor, I'd call it a very probable event.” You said, matter-of-factly. You knew he had spent the last 5 minutes looking around for you, and you actively avoided him. It’s not that you disliked him… No, no, it was that you disliked him. A lot.

He laughed forcibly at your statement, flashing you what should be considered a perfect grin, but instead came off as straight up weird. “Oh, aren’t you a funny one” 

Realizing how close he was, you took a few steps back, and he followed suit, playing aloof while talking about his day, not bothering to ask you about yours, until you were standing in front of the tree, and very much cornered. You hugged the mug to your chest and felt it warm your skin up, looking around nervously, meeting Nancy’s eyes and praying she saw the apprehension in yours and came in to save you from this idiot, who wouldn’t stop talking.

Speaking of the devil, you saw a sharp, mischievous smile form on his lips, and you knew he had come up with some sort of plan to make you even more uncomfortable. He had his eyes glued to the ceiling, and for a moment you thought he had just… rebooted himself. Who knows.

Following Jack’s eyes, your own gaze sat on the pointy green leaves that accompanied the white, round fruit, delicately placed with a red bow over your heads. Of course you had to be standing under the one mistletoe that was up. You mentally facepalmed as soon as your mind registered the little plant, and you regreted every single decision that had taken you to this situation.

“Well, well, well… Seems like we have found ourselves under the mistletoe, my dearest y/n”. His voice lowered in an attempt to sound seductive, and it only made you want to smack the satisfaction off of his face. He grabbed the mug from your hands and left it back on the counter, not giving you a chance to speak before talking once again. “You know what it means. And it’s tradition, lovely y/n.” 

You were at a loss for words as you felt his rough hands grab you by the waist and pull you against him, as your hands landed on his chest and you attempted to keep him away. 

“Jack - this is not funny. Back off, please.”

The rest of the office had started speaking in whispers and hushed laughs, presencing Jack’s shenanigan as if it were nothing but a simple joke. They watched amused, except for two pairs of eyes. One belonging to Nancy, of course, and the other cobalt blue pair throwing daggers with her eyes, ready to strike.

“As I said, it’s tradition, y/n. Come on, don’t be such a buzzkill. I promise you’ll like it.” He said smugly, while leaning in.

You were so lost in thinking about what to do and how to kick the man and get away from his grubby hands, you didn’t even listen to the faint clicking of heels that had sent the whole office scrambling back to their desks and work, as well as the cold silence that had taken over. You could only hear your own blood pumping in your ears, until the clicking of the heels stopped. And Jack’s face looked like he had seen a ghost.

“Such a pretty face stuck on the body of a useless man. If I were you, I would leave this instant. That is, if you wish to keep your hands.” Her words seethed with venom, eyes shining brightly and sporting a menacing look, alongside an emotion you couldn’t quite put your finger on dancing on her deep blue orbs. Was it hatred? Jealousy? No, it couldn’t be. She stared at his hands grabbing your waist, which were quickly dropped and followed by an amount of excuses Angie was clearly not interested in listening to. 

“Listen up, boy. You better gather your things immediately and leave the building within the next 10 minutes, or you’ll suffer a much, much terrible destiny. Your reputation is already ruined as it is.” She spoke without paying mind to the man, now a stuttering mess, who left the moment she had gone silent.

You dreaded the thought of being on his spot… Until you realized you were next. “Shit.” You said quietly, breathing deeply and getting as ready as you could to confront the upcoming interaction.

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A fucking mistletoe. A single piece of dangly fruit that hung over your head, reminding you of the promise it brought, mocking you with its gentle swaying. You swore that if it could talk, it’d laugh at you. One little mistletoe that had gotten you in this mess.

“Fuck - fuck fuck fuck” you thought, as your eyes tried to set on anything but the alluring woman in front of you, her red, full, pouty lips, the defined jawline and high cheekbones, the softness of her porcelain-like skin, the intensity of her cobalt eyes that added to that ethereal, almost unrealistic look - no, nope. Stop. Stop thinking about it.

You didn’t even need to look at her. Instead, your eyes were glued to the floor, which suddenly became extremely interesting. Your gaze set on anything and everything it could. You probably never payed this much attention to the rugs before, but you had decided the best idea was to count every single damn thread in it, if it meant you could avoid the situation. Still, the air seemed to thicken, and you could feel the wicked smile setting on her ruby red lips as she looked at what hung over your heads, completely understanding what it meant. Suddenly, you felt hot under that piercing stare that turned your cheeks bright red and made the shirt you were wearing feel a tad bit too tight. 

The way your name left her lips made you feel like your knees had turned to liquid, and you swore they buckled slightly. Her voice was all that was tempting in this world - sultry, velvety tone, honey-dripping. Christ, even the foulest of words would feel like a damn poem coming out of her mouth. You could only imagine what it would be like in a more intimate setting, your name leaving her lips with passion and lust. And god, you wanted to hear that prayer repeatedly. You only thought of worshipping her.

Your thoughts didn’t matter anymore - there was simply no way you’d get more flustered. She repeated your name, two, three times, before grabbing your chin in between her thumb and index finger, softly raising it, forcing you to redirect your eyes back up. You peered up at her through your eyelashes, as she dropped her hand and pushed a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. Your lips parted at the glimpse of her features, the same features that had flooded your dreams countless times. An almost inaudible sight left your mouth, and you wanted to convince yourself she had not noticed; but you knew she did, she always did. Her right eyebrow lifted ever so slightly, and there was the ghost of a pleased smile on her lips, before she spoke again and broke the obvious ogling you had going on. 

Your throat felt dry and you cleared your throat to avoid the crack of your voice, because the last thing you needed was to falter in front of the one and only Angie Bouchard.

“I’m beginning to think the floor is much more interesting than listening to me, y/n. I did not know I could be so uninteresting.” She said in a scolding manner, yet there was a tint of playfulness that bathed the statement.

That was the last drop you needed, and like a dam breaking, your words spilled out quickly, without a single thought behind them. You just needed to say something.

“I - I’m sorry, boss. I didn’t know there was a mistletoe and I don’t really know who put it up here but I just wanted a cup of hot chocolate and, well, you know, Jack arrived too and - I am very aware of the rules but it… it wasn’t like that I promise, I - why is there a mistletoe there? I swore it wasn’t when I got here!” your nervousness expressed itself on rambling, speaking without even taking a breath, while Angie watched clearly amused at your nervousness. She tilted her head to the left and her soft blonde hair followed the motion, falling over her shoulder until it set properly. She let out a soft chuckle that echoed in the floor, as everyone watched the exchange with curious eyes. The realization of the scene made you shut your eyes with shame and sigh defeatedly.

You didn’t know if she was about to have your head on a platter and fire you in front of everyone, scold you as if you were a five year old brat, or just leave without saying another word.

And you didn’t know what option was worse. But in between the plethora of scenes and options you ruminated, the upcoming one was definitely not in the books.

“So, tell me, did you like your gift?” She said, redirecting the conversation. You paused and narrowed your eyes at her. “Gift? What gift - wait. That was you?” Your voice had shown more shock than you would’ve liked to, but to be fair, it was pretty damn shocking. 

Angie smiled, pleased with herself and your reaction, nodding once. “I had a little help, but someone told me this festivity is quite the big deal for you…” You shook your head and recovered the words you’d been missing. “I loved it. You didn’t have to, boss.”

She rolled her eyes and softened her gaze. “Drop the formalities, darling, you can call me Angie. And I’m glad you liked it. Nancy worked hard on the decorations of the floor.”

Of course the secretary was in all of this. You giggled and hid your face in your hands, shaking your head side to side. “A little birdie, huh? So it was Nancy.”

“Well, she told me about one of the albums, and the hot chocolate. Technically, there were two little birdies. The owner of the shop told me how much time you spent there looking at Santana’s vinyl. I didn’t need to do much, one stare and the information was there, willing and able.” She shrugged unapologetically before speaking up once more. This time, the timing of her words was slower, more thought out, and felt very private. She lowered her voice and inched closer to you, the mistletoe still dancing over your heads. And you were far too aware of it, your eyes travelling up quickly, before locking back with Angie’s.

“As for the Christmas decorations… You do get loud when you speak about something you like, don’t you know that? Whether it's music, festivities, or… people.” The last word made your blood run cold and the smile dissipate from your lips - her voice dropped and seemed to be impossibly attractive, but all you could think about was the fact that Angie found out about your crush. Detail, big fat detail: your crush on her.

Considering how many times you had spoken to Nancy about your admiration for Angie, and how every single one of those times she’d tease you -“Wipe the drool from off your face, y/n” she’d lean in and whisper- either for how you couldn’t stop smiling when speaking about the blonde enchantress, how your eyes lit up when she passed by (and how you’d get flustered every single time) or for every time you looked at her a little too long, you mentally scolded yourself for doing it in front of her office. Not the smartest of moves if you’re trying to keep it a secret.

“I - Oh.”  She nodded softly and repeated your words “Yes, oh.”

The silence fell heavy between you, and the energy shifted into a tense, addicting feeling. You were sure you could feel electricity surging between both of you, and you definitely didn’t miss Angie’s eyes looking up at the mistletoe. “Ah, the infamous mistletoe. Shouldn’t we honour the tradition, then?” Her voice seemed impossibly seductive, and you were sure this is how mermaids had to speak - it was far too enticing, far too consuming.

She inched closer and snaked her arm behind your waist, pulling you in, hips snug against each other. You felt the rhythmic rising and falling of her chest, synchronizing your own breathing to hers. The proximity made you extremely nervous, and you kept breathing in her perfume, that intoxicating scent that made your brain go into overdrive and your heart beat faster. Your eyes followed the outline of her lips and marvelled at the way the light and shadow mixed and hit them, making them look even better. The lights of the tree twinkled softly and reflected on her eyes, which transformed them into the most beautiful starry sky; a universe in its own. You had gotten lost in the thought of them countless times, and here you were, staring right at them, feeling completely vulnerable and transparent, like she could read your mind. 

Her right hand travelled up to your neck, thumb, index and middle finger pressing softly on each side of it as it looked for your pulse points, not leaving the spot once they had found it. You were inches apart, and as if the teasing was already not enough, she gently pressed the first kiss on the corner of your mouth, moving to the other side, doing the same thing before putting some distance between both. “Is this okay?” She said softly. You could barely nod, absolutely immersed in the situation.

After your confirmation, she brushed your lips against hers before pressing them softly. You wanted to remember every sensation, the plump feeling of your lips against her, the softness of her mouth, the intoxicating scent, her electric touch. You felt her hands grab your waist and press down, her nails digging in your skin with just the right amount of pressure, and you relaxed against the kiss. 

Angie lightly slid her tongue across your bottom lip as if asking for permission, which you dutifully granted. You drew a deep, staggered breath at the surge of sensations and the heat you felt coursing your whole body. The kiss grew intense as she sucked on your lips and a shallow hum escaped her, completely pleased at the feeling she evoked on you and how you felt.

She tasted like a sweet, addicting nectar. And right then and there, you knew there was nothing you’d crave more in your life. Nothing that felt more right than this. Her body responded to yours and they moulded perfectly together, your primal needs clawing its way to the surface, and begging, begging you to not let her go. And so, your hands locked behind her slender neck, pulling her impossibly closer. They moved towards her face and caressed her cheek softly.

You swore you could feel your heart push through your chest as Angie’s left hand left your waist, which immediately missed the pressure and warmth of her touch, travelling through your upper body to set roots on top of your fastly beating heart. You felt so alive - and she felt it too, smiling through the kiss at the amount of power she held over your fragile heart, knowing, deeply knowing, you were hers. Her nails raked over your heart as she bit down on your lower lip and growled, “mine”. And there was simply no way you could ever contradict that statement, for the woman had been the owner of your heart since the moment you set eyes on her. 

The tidal wave of lust that had washed over both of you slowly started to set once you parted from the kiss to allow air into your burning lungs. Still dazed from the experience, you were sure you’d wake up from the dream at any given second. Angie’s thumb still ran across your lips reassuringly, her pupils blown wide, black against cobalt blue with shimmering lights reflecting from the tree. All danger, adventures and strong desire, a reckless sea, a new odyssey - and with all the trouble it might come, you knew it was absolutely worth it. 

Exhaling and taking a step back from you - which made you miss her warmth immediately - the blonde woman intertwined your fingers with hers, squeezing your hand before looking back at the rest of the office, which had seen the exchange and were staring slack-jawed.

“I do not like it when people touch things that belong to me. Good thing I put up that mistletoe and everyone knows who you belong to, now.” She winked at you, and before you could open your mouth to protest, shut you up by pressing one last soft kiss to your lips.  Angie hummed in approval while assessing the messy red tint on your mouth; her work made her chest fill with pride, before wiping the red stains from your mouth as best as she could, although she liked the view, the mark she’d left on you. Somehow hers didn’t seem messy at all.

Before you realized, Angie was walking towards your desk, pulling you along with her, ignoring the staring and whispers. Confused, you followed like a lost puppy. Honestly, you’d go anywhere she took to you, without thinking about it.

“Grab your things, darling. We’re not done yet.” She purred. 

You were completely entranced, and stumbled over your desk to grab your things, as she stared amused at your clumsiness. Once you had your coat, bag and gift, you looked at the muse in front of you and waited for instructions. She went into her office and gathered her purse and car keys, before saying goodbye to Nancy. You did the same thing, earning a sly smile from the old lady behind the computer. 

“Take the rest of the day, Nancy. Go enjoy it with your family.” Angie said, sauntering towards the door with a hand possessively set on your waist. You were sure you’d faint if she kept this going.

“Well, dear. What is it that we’re going to do to enjoy our first Christmas together?” She spoke while turning the car on. You held onto those words like a promise, like an oath, and giggled at the thought of what a little plant could do.

[multifandomfix]

Trick or Treat - Angelique Bouchard - Satisfied

“A-Angie, what are you doing here,” you asked, clearly very surprised to see her. You had just arrived home from a date several minutes prior, one she knew you’d been on, and yet somehow she was at your door already.

“Mind if I come in? There’s something we need to discuss.”

Too stunned to ask her if this could happen some other time, you nodded and she brushed past you.

You closed the door and before you knew it, Angelique had you pinned there. “No more dates. You’re mine, do you hear me?”

Hers? That’s all you’ve ever wanted to be. You nodded.

“Good,” she replied, satisfied.

If you’d like to participate in my trick or treat event, please send a character + a word to my inbox and say trick or treat!

[arewecoolio]

it’s all in your mind

A/N: Happy Halloween, I've been busy but thank god for dreams that have semi-coherent plots 🎃🥳 Also this is Angie at her more evil, so enjoy lol

Summary: You barely survive the death of your parents, thankfully you still have Angelique.

After your parents' death, your brother starts to grow more and more suspicious and paranoid–convinced that your family’s tragedy is a product of a curse. He grows distant with you. Angelique grows distant with him. It feels an insurmountable chasm between the people still left and you.

Angelique is still a calming presence in your life, and if she notices how you seek her out more often in the grief-stricken days after she makes no comment on it. Simply takes your silence as it is, and offers bits and pieces of gossip if she feels so inclined. 

She keeps you at arm’s reach—and your brother’s attention shifts to Josette. Whatever affair Angelique and Barnabas had seemed to share a similar fate as your parents. But for a moment there seems a glimmering hope that your brother is happy again, a few dinners you even manage conversations that don’t seem to hang or end so abruptly. Where you manage to keep a smile all the way through the night.

Josette’s death shakes you to your core then.

Your brother becomes isolated, nearly sick; he stops eating with you at every meal—then any meal. Mirrors across the East wing are covered by sheets at his request, he sleeps through the day and leaves you to handle business correspondence. Whatever grief you experience soon turns to a distinct numbness, constantly adrift.

Angelique notices and you find yourself under her attention more and more, she becomes the one to handle anything related to you personally. 

The candle flickers restlessly near you as you continue to write this evening, planning out exports and shipping costs, your mind swims with numbers and obligations. A dull ache worms its way through your temple, as you reread the letter again. Exports to be sent to…A hand settles on your shoulder. “What are you doing awake?”

Caught red-handed, you sigh. “Keeping us afloat.”

Angelique doesn’t find it as amusing tonight, “you need sleep.”

It’s the truth and truly some part of you appreciates the care, when the rest of your mind seems to crave self-destruction tonight. “Do you think there’s a curse on me?” Her hand flexes against your shoulder and you know her answer without looking up.

“You’re not cursed.” She lies, and you finally stand up to face her. She regards you slowly with concern and something you don’t care to place. Too afraid to find pity.

“No?”

She shakes her head slowly, adds in, “Your brother? Without a doubt.” She cracks a slight smile and it can’t improve your mood tonight. She softens, cups your face and tilts it to her. 

Not for the first time you acknowledge Angelique is beautiful, you remember thinking that before Barnabas ever seemed to take notice. Back when you had barely begun to befriend her at the tender age of ten, she was already twelve and she seemed like she knew everything. 

Even now, when twenty-two and twenty-four seem comparable she still seems leagues ahead of you. You would sell off half your family’s fortune to know what goes on in her head. “You should be in bed.” She reminds gently.

“I wanted to stay up to talk with Barnabas about the exports,” you answer, settling your hands over hers. She has yet to let go of your face, and you hope she pulls away soon. Even though a part of you craves the small contact. 

Her expression shifts in the smallest of meters, a twitch of her eyebrow, a heartbeat’s pause. You know he’s still a sore subject to her, even if neither acknowledges it. “He already stepped out.”

“This late at night?” You pull her hands from your face and rush to the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of a lantern, or your brother’s silhouette. The estate property is unlit and empty. “I need to go check on him.” You turn back to Angelique and feel all at once foolish to be the only one concerned.

She stands still in the spot you had left her, hands at her sides. “What has you so worried?”

Your mouth opens, then closes, and finally your mind settles. “I don’t think he’s in his right mind, frankly I don’t think I am half the time either.” You check the window again before putting the thought aside. “I fear he’ll leap off Widow’s Hill.”

Your worries are not her own, you can tell. “There’s very little you can do to stop him, if he chooses that fate.”

The truth wounds better than a lie, and you look away. “He’s still my brother.” The only family you have left, even if he’s a shell of himself now. It’s the only real wealth, your father once said. You turn the focus then, ask Angelique. “Would you leave me to jump off Widow’s Hill, if my grief pushed me to?”

“I don’t think you’d be so foolish as to leave me.”

You soften at such an admittance. Angelique was your closest friend but even more, you were hers. “Barnabas may be foolish in his grief, but I would be just as foolish if it wasn’t for you.” She lets you take her hand in yours, there’s a lingering challenge in her eyes that you don’t know the meaning of. You don’t try to. “I shouldn’t ask such questions when you’ve been so attentive, forgive me?”

“It’s already forgotten,” she covers your hand with hers, and smiles. Your wounded heart flutters all the same even when apprehension settles in the pit of your stomach.

—————

Barnabas leaves letters for you in place of seeing you. His letters are thorough instructions when discussing business and when they turn to anything else—they turn nonsensical. Curses and witches and blood…the last part is new. You suspect his grief has turned his humor morbid but still you persist, still Angelique like clockwork has you turn in for the night. Barnabas is  always gone by then, and asleep when you wake. 

Angelique takes to walking with you outside the estate, she keeps your attention most days. Walking with you arm in arm, it’s revolving topics; gossip, or news, asking about business. There’s few times where you catch her attention drifting to your mouth, and it occurs to you that you smile easier now.

You think you’re doing better. 

Smiling comes easier, sleeping comes easier, running your family’s business no longer leaves you sick with unease. 

It’s a shame fate deals another hand.

Angelique is nowhere to be found as evening settles in, you venture down the hallways, and halfway across the estate before you pause at the East wing. Only half the candles are lit, sheets across every mirror in the hall, you walk towards your brother’s room to find it empty. 

His bedsheets are still perfectly folded as if he hasn’t slept in it in months. You leave slowly, hoping if you take enough time you might catch him somehow hiding in the shadows. 

Halfway across the estate, hands as cold as death settle on your shoulders and turn you. Barnabas looks paler and sicker than you’ve ever seen him, and you nearly want to cry. “Y/N.”

“How long have you been sick?” You ask, thoughts already racing on why no one had told you he was sick. Why has no one called a doctor yet?

“I made a mistake,” he says. “Angelique cursed me and killed Josette.”

Your concern doubles, “Barnabas, Angelique has taken care of us.” 

His face twists deadly serious, “She has done nothing but leech off of us.” 

Your heart twists, your brother isn’t well. But he’s all you have. “Why haven’t you told me?” 

“When has she been apart from you? What moment did I have where she wasn’t there?” He glances around the hallway now like she could be there, like she’s the thing of nightmares. “I’ve bought you a ticket for tomorrow’s boat to London.” 

“You won’t come with me?” You plead, voice cracking the slightest. He isn’t well in the slightest, but my god the thought of losing him shakes you to the core. 

He shakes his head, “I have to see this to the end.”

You’ll set him up in a place where doctors can look after him, you’ll visit, he’ll be monitored. He may hate you, but you’re willing to throw every cent away if he lives. His expression shifts, his eyes glance somewhere behind you and then he’s walking past you. Heading towards the front door, and you can’t let him go like this. 

You follow behind by a few steps, several steps before the door—you hear the shouts before the knock ever echoes. Barnabas stops at the door, his hand flexes against the door handle. “Leave us.”

You won’t leave him entirely, he watches as you press the third ring of decorative wood carved into the wall, and the secret pathway opens. He waits for you to pull it closed, but just to spite him, and just to reassure, you leave it cracked by a hairsbreadth. You take a seat and press your face to the crack, unable to look away as he opens the door.

Pitchforks and torches, angry shouts and yet above it all you hear it loud as day. “There’s the monster.” Barnabas stands up straight at Angelique’s voice, and your brother shuts the door behind him.

You wait there in the silence, waiting for his voice. Waiting for him to walk back in no worse for wear, complaining about how much gold he lost in bribes. The seconds tick by until you aren’t sure how long you’ve sat here in a dark pathway. Tear-streaked and alone, the first thought that breaks your stupor is your lantern is upstairs.

You shut the wall closed finally, and take the steps two at a time, finally spilling out from the dark pathway into your own bedroom. The wall swings shut and clicks into place with the force of your momentum. Your lantern sits at your table, and you rush to light it, the flame flickers in your unsteady hands. 

The bedroom door opens and you turn hoping to see Barnabas without a scratch on him. Angelique meets your gaze, then her attention flickers to the lantern in your hands. “No.”

“Tell me where he is.” You plead, a fresh wave of tears threatens to spill, Angelique nears. “Please.” She lifts your lantern and blows out the flame with the same finality she had damned your brother. Your voice shakes, “Angelique.”

She sets the lantern down beside the door and holds your face, “he’s buried now.” She wipes at the tears that spill, “he wasn’t well.”

The back of your throat burns with nausea, “I know that, I would’ve sent him to doctors. I would’ve kept him safe.”

“He killed townspeople.” She answers back, and it’s infuriating to see her so neutral at his murder. She had loved him once, hadn’t she? “He was returning in the early morning, covered in blood for weeks now. At first it must have been animals, but then they started to find bodies in the village. Mutilated beyond recognition.” Your eyes shut, and the whimper escapes anyways. “It was best to handle him, and then tell you afterwards.”

Your eyes open again, and Angelique does look partially remorseful if only for your sake. “Who thought it best to handle me as an afterthought?”

Her thumbs brush along your cheekbones, she leans in fondly. “I knew you would fight me every step of the way, if I told you before this.” You rip her hands away from you.

“Tell me where he’s buried, or I’ll go ask the villagers to bury me in the grave next to his.”

Her eyes light at the threat, even if the punishment would be yours alone she takes it as her own. “You need to sit down.”

“I refuse.” 

A wave of dizziness overtakes you, and Angelique rushes to your side. Her arm is around your waist, and the other still cradles your head like you’re helpless. The first touch of her hand against your temple seems to soothe whatever dizzy spell you have, and all that’s left is Angelique watching you with worry. “Will you make me a monster in your eyes?”

“Will you refuse me again?” You retort.

Her expression pinches in concern, “in the morning we can hold a small memorial for him. At his grave site, but for now you’re in no state to venture outside.” She’s infuriatingly cool against your emotions, unfailingly steady as she holds you close. 

“He’ll be dead by morning, I can get to him still. I can send him off discreetly.” 

She looks at you pityingly, mouth downturned in a small frown. You consider pushing her away again, but you know she won’t let you do it again a second time. “He was buried in an iron coffin, he ran out of air long before they finished burying him.”

You bury your face in her shoulder, your tears soak into her clothes, surely she was lying, surely he could make it another hour or two. He had to, but precious seconds were being wasted convincing Angelique. “I hate you for not telling me he was sick.”

Her arm wraps around your shoulders, and all at once you can’t stand such an intimate embrace with your brother’s murderer. But still you can’t muster up the strength to push away your only surviving friend. “I did what I thought was best, I feared losing you to the same grief that broke him.” You lift your face to stare up at Angelique, her eyes roam your expression searching for something you’re sure doesn’t exist. Affection or forgiveness, it’s hard to tell what she wants. “Can you blame me for wanting to spare you another tragedy?”

“I want to blame you,” you answer quietly, thoughts race. You could tell her you wish you were in that coffin instead, but she’d no doubt react the same when you discussed leaving. You could tell her you wanted to escape this loneliness, but she stood presently the only person to remain by your side. You could call her a monster the way she had called your brother one. But you don’t want to. “I won’t.”

[stephanieromanoff]

I decided doing like a masterlist of fics from AO3 I like for myself, but thought maybe I should share it with y’all so here it goes.

ANGELIQUE BOUCHARD X READER

Fluff:

Midnight Sparks - fourth of July

Headcanons

Fluff Alphabet

Vampire Cover Up - blood, comfort, vampire!reader

Someone Cared For - comfort, Christmas

Birthday

Carnival and love - Collins!reader

Holiday Baking

After Work Cuddles

First Holiday - implied age gap

Quiet - Collins!reader

5 Moments You Offered her Kindness +1 When When She Offered The Same

Angst:

Perfect - happy ending, Collins!reader

I’ll Protect You - happy ending, Barnabas x Angelique, hurt/comfort

The Name of the Game - jealousy, insecurity, happy ending

Pain - light angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending

Mistakes - hurt/comfort, happy ending

Smut:

Cigarettes, Summoning Spell and… - mommy kink, top!Angelique

Time of the Season - mommy kink, sugarbaby!reader

Carolyn’s Birthday - top!Angelique

Anniversary - top!Angelique

Love Languages - top!Angelique, fluff

Family Dinner - top!Angelique

Series:

Uncaged - Collins!reader, hurt/comfort, light angst

The name of the game - Collins!reader, smut, fake dating, happy ending

Welcome Home - angst, Collins!reader, happy ending

[jacobblack3751009]

An Eternal Love

- [Y/N] and Angelique Bouchard's love story transcended the boundaries of time and mortality. As a human turned vampire, [Y/N] found solace and acceptance in Angelique's arms, knowing that she had loved him fiercely even in his human form.

- [Y/N] embraced his new existence as a vampire with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. With Angelique by his side, he discovered the complexities of his vampire nature and learned to control his thirst for blood, finding a delicate balance between his humanity and immortality.

- Angelique, being a powerful and centuries-old witch, provided guidance and support to [Y/N] as he navigated his new life as a vampire. Her understanding of the supernatural world helped [Y/N] embrace his powers and discover the depths of his abilities.

- Together, [Y/N] and Angelique formed an unbreakable bond, grounded in their shared experiences as outsiders in the mortal realm. They found solace in each other's company, understanding the weight of their immortal existence and the unique challenges they faced.

- As a couple, [Y/N] and Angelique embarked on thrilling adventures, exploring the supernatural realm and discovering ancient secrets hidden within the shadows. Their shared curiosity and thirst for knowledge fueled their desire to uncover the mysteries of their immortal existence.

- Despite their immortal nature, [Y/N] and Angelique cherished the simple moments of life, finding joy in everyday activities. Whether it was sharing a quiet evening at home, exchanging playful banter, or indulging in their favorite mortal delicacies, they cherished the essence of being together.

- Their love was passionate and intense, often leading to sparks of magical energy when they were in close proximity. Their moments of intimacy were filled with a unique blend of fiery passion and tender affection, forging a connection that transcended the physical realm.

- [Y/N] and Angelique were both eternally grateful for the love they had found in each other. They recognized that their union was a testament to the power of acceptance, forgiveness, and second chances, and they cherished every moment they had together.

- With their combined powers, [Y/N] and Angelique became a formidable force, both protecting and embracing the supernatural world they were a part of. Their presence commanded respect, and they became key figures in the delicate balance between the mortal and supernatural realms.

- Throughout their immortal lives, [Y/N] and Angelique remained devoted to one another, their love enduring the passing of centuries. They held hands as they witnessed the rise and fall of empires, the changing tides of history, and the ebb and flow of mortal lives. Their love was an eternal flame that burned brighter with each passing day.

In the tapestry of their existence, [Y/N] and Angelique wove a love story that surpassed the limitations of time, mortality, and the supernatural. Their bond, forged through acceptance, understanding, and unwavering love, would endure for all eternity, a testament to the power of love in the face of darkness.

[multimilfs]

Angelique Bouchard x Fem!Reader: Someone Cared For

Summary: Angelique Bouchard + 23 — “It’s hard to get used to…” “What is?” “Being someone that someone cares for…”

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: And we come to the final fic of our 25 days of Ficmas! This was a lot of fun, but also a ton of work, and I’m very tired but happy I did this. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did and thank you all for sticking with it!

Merry Christmas!!

Full Ficmas List

Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @elenaguarnieri @evil-feather @imtrashinflames @nonbinary-cryptid-baby

Warning(s): None

Finding the downstairs cabinet empty of what you need, you grumble, and trudge up the staircase intent on Angie’s office. She’s never without an extra pack. You only hope you don’t interrupt anything important.

Knocking, you wait, bouncing in place.

“Come in.”

Throwing the door open, you don’t even greet her before raiding her drawers. Angie stops signing the paper in front of her to watch. You huff and search tirelessly without a word.

“Something you’re missing, sweetheart?” She asks.

“Yes. A cigarette.”

She reaches for the familiar box near her left hand and flips open the lid. One of the cigarettes finds itself between her lips and she lights it with a flick of her finger. Taking a long drag, she plucks it between two fingers and offers it to you.

You take it and kiss her, tasting the lingering smoke. It soothes some of your stress.

“Why are you worked up?”

A long drag, “The decorations are being delivered.”

“Oh, and they need a check? If they’re hounding you about money, darling, all you had to do was call me down.” Angie frowns.

“No, it isn’t that.”

“Alright…”

“There’s a lot more than I expected, that’s all,” You admit, “I thought you weren’t fond of Christmas.”

“I’m not. Religious holidays aren’t for me, but I’ve hosted a party or two and had to play the part.”

You hum. The second you opened the door to see an enormous truck full of totes, panic had set in; you’re glad now you didn’t buy any extra decorations. You have no idea how you’ll dress the house in time with all that’s being delivered already.

It’s a little… overwhelming, if you’re honest. Angie’s house isn’t small. It’s not nearly as enormous as Collinwood, but still large enough to concern you.

Angie pushes back from her desk and stands. You hold out your cigarette and she leans forward, taking a drag of it from where it rests in your fingers. Her pen is capped and put in its case and you raise your brows.

“Let’s go, sweetheart.”

You follow, “Where are we going?”

“To sift through the decorations. We’ll keep what you want and send the rest back.”

“It isn’t just about what I want, Angie,” You stop her. She looks put out, “This is your Christmas too. And your house.”

“Our house.” She corrects.

“Angie.”

“Sweetheart,” She flashes her award winning smile, “We could be using this time to look through the decorations.”

You stub our your cigarette in the ashtray on her desk and shove the remaining pack in your pocket. Meeting her eyes, you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow.

Her willingness to take care of you makes you weak in the knees. But today you don’t want to be taken care of, you want a partner. You want her invested in this too.

Angie sighs.

“What is it you want?” She asks patiently.

“For you to care about what this means. This is our first Christmas together.”

“I… apologize,” Angie sighs, struggling to get the words out, “It’s hard to get used to…”

You tilt your head, “What is?”

“Being someone that someone cares for…”

Her hands leave you and she shoves them in her pockets. She distracts herself with straightening something on her desk, making you watch fondly. You forgot how new this was for her too; after years of being alone, you would also struggle to open up and enjoy festivities.

You light one of the cigarettes and offer it to her. It’s a peace offering, an apology for not seeing her struggle.

Angie takes it and smiles, something small, intimate. It makes you want to hold onto her and never let go.

“Let’s sort through what they’ve brought us.” You suggest.

Angie nods, “Lead the way.”

And you do. You sort through all of it, keeping maybe the smallest fraction of what Angie owns. She sends the rest back with the movers, who look exhausted and none-too-pleased, but can’t turn down the good paycheck she’ll give them.

Somewhere in the throng is a three-piece fake tree. It’s fluffy with the slighest flocking. If you didn’t know better, you could guess—from a distance—that it was real.

Angie lets you direct her this way and that. Her magic comes in handy when locations are out of your reach or need adjusted just so.

There’s a large assortment of ornaments—all themed and soulless. You regret not having anything personal to add. You throw enough tinsel over the branches to make up for the lack, vowing that next year you’ll have something to add that isn’t a glass-blown silver or red bulb to put on the tree.

By the end of it, the house feels a little more cozy and festive. Angie’s shoulders are less tense and she’s smiling easier. You make sure to hang mistletoe above the doorway to the kitchen; everytime she walks through it, you jump up to give her a kiss.

Angie still holds you like she thinks you’ll vanish. She avoids staring at decorations for too long, worried it’s all a dream she could lose. But you fall asleep in her arms and wake up there and kiss her under the mistletoe again and again and again.

As long as it takes, you decide, to make her understand what it feels like to be cared for.

[hazellovesnuts]

Eva Green x Reader 🇫🇷 : Admitting Love

Ah, the feeling of being in love and having a crush! It's exhilarating and nerve-wracking all around

the same time. Whether you are experiencing it for the first time or a hundred thousand times, it can still leave you feeling a little lost.

Having a crush can be one of the most exciting feelings you can feel in the world. Your heart races, your palms sweat, and you can't help but start daydreaming about the person you're crushing on. It's a natural human emotion that can bring much happiness and excitement to your life. Though they don't always lead to something more, it is important to manage your expectations because a crush is a crush, an admiration, and that's that. This is exactly how I feel right now, especially for someone I shouldn't even be crushing on, my best friend Eva.

I've been crushing on Eva for months now and I'm doing the best of my abilities not to show my feelings for her. My heart was racing every time I spoke to her and every time that I'm with her, my palms are sweating and my mind is racing with thoughts on what I should say and how I should act.

As I sat across from Eva at our favorite coffee shop, my heart was pounding in my chest. I knew it was about time I  tell her how I felt. "Eva," I say as I began to take a deep breath. "I must tell you something."

She looked at me, her blue eyes meeting mine. "What's the matter, Y/N?"

“Ihavefeelingsforyouformonthsnow,” I rambled quickly, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. "I know it's complicated because we're best friends and all of that, but I had to tell you. I can't keep it to myself anymore and pretend like I don't feel this way toward you." I explain quickly while looking down at my lap.

Eva's expression softened, and she reached across the table to take my hand. "Y/N, sweetheart, I had no idea," she said, her thumb rubbing the soothing circles at the back of my hand. "But I want you to know something." I looked at her waiting, "I feel the same sweetheart, I like you - no I  love you more than a friend should." She says looking me in the eyes.

My heart pounded as I asked hope lasing in my voice. "You do?"

She nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I just didn't know how to tell you, but I've been feeling the same way for a while now. I was just too afraid to say anything."

Relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile at her. “I am very glad you feel the same way as I do, my love,"  I said, giddy with happiness. "I don't know what the future may hold for the both of us, but I'm willing to give us a chance."

Eva squeezed my hand and her smile widened. "Me too, sweetheart. Me too."

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This is my first ever time writing and publishing a one-shot story so please bear with me I know it's not perfect but I will do my best to improve. I accept criticism to help improve my writing. Thanks, lovelies remember to drink water and stay hydrated.

- Zel

[shockfirefly]

It's 2023 and I still need more Angelique Bouchard stories 🤧

[escapetodreamworld]

This is so random but I’m desperately trying to find an Angelique fic that was on ao3 but now it’s gone. Something to do with Angelique disappearing and also a walkie talkie. Sorry for disturbing you my Angelique overlord, hope you can help

I remember seeing a fic that matches your description on ao3 at some point, but I never read it, I looked on ao3 and couldn't find it either. That's a shame, I hope they just took it down to revamp it or something!

If anyone knows anything or has a saved copy, drop it in the comments, please!!!

[chpsticklesbian]

HIII i wanna start writing again... send reqs!! (prefferably angst & no smut)

my previous works; 1 , 2

[crusxs]

ANGIE BOUCHARD ── `` HEADCANNONS ﹕

kind of detailed. mainly fluff but some mild nsfw. pet names. angie x f!reader. kissing. flirting. teasing. witchcraft. hurt/comfort. jealousy. stalking. lipstick stains. drinking. gift-giving. forbidden love. ✶ headcannons - I'll be using these in my stories.

Her skin carries the gentle, inviting fragrance of soft vanilla from her body wash and lotions, while her perfume and oils evoke the delicate essence of jasmine and on some days cherry. If you get close enough, you might catch a faint hint of cigarette smoke lingering in the air around her.

When she senses that you have feelings for her, she will go to great lengths to push you away, doing everything in her power to make you dislike her, regardless of the consequences or the hurt it may cause. If you work for her, she might even fire you to create distance. She might go as far as sleeping with someone else, knowing you will witness it, all in an effort to ensure you no longer harbor any affection for her.

When she first takes a liking to you, she becomes intensely curious about every aspect of your life. She might discreetly follow you or have someone else do it for her, gathering details about your preferences and routines. Although she would never admit to this, her interest quickly turns into a deep fascination when she falls for someone. She wants to know your favorite foods, hobbies, colors, and animals—every little detail down to the brand of your clothing and the scent of your perfume. Her aim is to understand who you are and imagine what your life together could be like. For her, close isn't close enough.

Angie uses witchcraft without shame, using it for nearly any task that might be simplified by it. She would use her magic abilities to clear traffic on her ride to work. When faced with paperwork, she might use it to finish everything. In her business dealings, Angie might cast enchantments to attract new employees or secure favorable contracts with clients. She may even use her magic abilities in intimate settings, using it to gain the upper hand in the bedroom. For Angie, magic is a gift and not a curse.

Angie never uses pet names with anyone, reserving them for only the closest relationships. Once she starts using them with you, she will rarely call you by your real name unless absolutely necessary. Her preferred term of endearment is "Sweetheart," but when she's in a foul mood or feeling playful, she'll switch to "Darling." To her, using pet names is an intimate gesture, so much so that she considers it a form of infidelity if used casually with others. She never uses these names on anyone else but you. If someone else calls you "babe," "hun," or "darling," Angie will stare at them with an accusatory stare. Later, she will demand to know why they addressed you that way, insisting that you must be cheating on her. To Angie, there is no other reason for someone to use such terms with you, especially since you are with her.

She tends to move quickly in relationships, especially if you show signs of reciprocating her feelings. On the first date, she will try to become physically intimate, her heels lightly running up your legs in the restaurant teasing you. Soon after, she will likely suggest that you move in together, even if it seems premature. If you hesitate or decline, she might respond with something like, "I can't help the fact that I want you all to myself, sweetheart.”

She flirts with you nonstop, regardless of the setting or the activity. Even during a family dinner, she would place her hand on your thigh and slowly inch forward, her eyes looking at you filled with a familiar fondness. If you ask her to stop, she will look at you innocently and claim that she was only trying to give you a massage and reassure you because you seemed stressed. Whether or not you believe her words doesn't matter to her; she enjoys seeing you get worked up over everything she does.

Her primary love languages are physical touch and gift-giving. When she first develops an interest in you, she will often bring you gifts or arrange for them to be delivered anonymously, just to see the smile on your face. Despite her flirtatious nature, she struggles with expressing her feelings through words. When you have a disagreement or a tense moment, she will often resort to physical touch as a means of apologizing or even conveying her feelings. She might place her hands on yours or find other ways to touch you, using these gestures to communicate what she cannot express verbally.

It would take her a very long time to admit that she loves you due to past rejections. She would only say it after you had expressed your love for her. When you first tell her, her mouth would slightly open, and she would look at you as if you had just told her the one thing she had been waiting to hear her entire life. She would immediately reciprocate, and her affection for you would be intense for the rest of the day. The next morning, she would want to hear you say it again. Those three words have a profound emotional impact on her. Even during an argument, if you say "I love you," she would soften instantly, smile at you, and once again shower you with affection, asking you to repeat those words, again, and again.

Angie has an obvious disregard for public norms. She deliberately leaves her red lipstick marks on you just to prove she could. It would become a routine for you to carry baby wipes at all times. Whenever she catches you wiping them off, she protests and leans closer across the table, kissing you with a playful defiance. When you confront her about the indecency, she would respond with a puzzled expression, questioning who made you feel guilty. She claims she could fuck you in a crowded restaurant and erase everyones memory of it the next day if she desired.

She loves the fact that your family doesn't approve of her; if anything, it makes her want to be with you more. She does want them to know she's the best possible person for you, but the idea of your love for her being forbidden just drives her crazy. She would tease your family, be all over you, showing them she's the best for you, but also pushing them down verbally and showing them they have no say anymore.

Angie is not a frequent drinker, but when she faces hardships, she will drown her feelings in alcohol. When you argue with her or when she feels you might leave, she will drink and wallow in her feelings. She prefers red wines, but she can drink hard liquor without so much as a grimace. She enjoys drinking with you, seeing you slowly let go and relax. She likes witnessing your true emotions and how much you trust her. She keeps bottles of wine in her cabinets for special occasions, or whenever they may be needed.

Angie is definitely more attracted to the masculine side of you. She likes it when you wear sports bras, tank tops, chains, and when you offer to fix something for her. Of course, she loves it when you wear heels, makeup, and dresses, but she also enjoys seeing you when you're more relaxed. She would often tease you and try to unbutton your pants while you were fixing her car.

Angie isn't very sensitive about your relationship. No one really tries to insult either of you due to Angie's power and status in town. However, if anyone attempts to insult you in any way, they would be forced to leave town or they would simply disappear randomly. You often notice a certain glint of hatred in Angie's eyes whenever someone calls you a dyke. Even after reassuring her they didn't mean it negatively, Angie still dislikes that term being used with you. If you strongly objected to her taking action against them, she wouldn't do anything unless they repeated it.

Angie wouldn't want any music playing when you two are being intimate. She enjoys hearing you and all the sounds you make for her. However, if you insisted, she would reluctantly agree but state that you owed her. Deep down, she would be a bit hurt and worried that you were getting tired of her. She would pout for the rest of the day until she got another chance to hear you moan for her. If you asked her to do something for you, she would cross her arms and say, 'I'd rather listen to music.'

When she gets into heated scenarios, her accent tends to slip out. For instance, when you two are in bed together, her French accent becomes more pronounced, and she whispers sweet nothings in French under her breath. Oftentimes, she will teach you French when you two are in bed together. She teaches you proactive phrases and gestures, such as how to ask her to stop, how to beg her to keep going, and how to tell her where and how to touch you.

Angie is unsure about having children. She likes the idea of having a child but is unsure if she would be a good parental figure. She would prefer to have a girl instead of a boy, but regardless, she would love them both equally. In time, she would become a great mother figure.

She takes it seriously when you get sick, whether it's a common cold or something more serious. She will use her witchcraft to make a remedy that could fix it immediately. As long as you are by her side, you wouldn't be sick for long because she makes sure of it.

She likes the idea of growing old with someone she loves but doesn't like the idea of death. She doesn't want to face the reality that one day you will grow old and die. She would constantly bring up the subject of immortality to you whenever she gets the chance. She wants to live with you forever and never wants to lose you.

Angie puts a lot of thought into you. On your dates, she always does what she knows you will love and buys you things you like. If she notices you staring at a piece of candy, she will buy it for you. This goes for anything you stare at, even herself. If you want it, she will give it to you. She will not settle for anything but the best for you.

Her favorite color is red. She likes all things red, but she is not afraid to admit when something is too ugly to be in red or when red looks hideous on something.

She loves roses, but for each rose color and pigment, she has a unique definition. For instance, she would give you red roses to convey her passion and love for you. She would give you white roses as a way to apologize, and so on.

Angie would always be there for you. If she caught you crying, she would not leave you alone until you told her what happened or until she felt good about leaving you alone for a while. She would wrap her arms around you and hold you flush against her body, asking you what happened. Deep down, she would always worry that she was the cause of your tears, but she would be relieved when you corrected her. She would do anything for you. She would always protect you, and that included your feelings.

[multifandomfix]

Vampire Cover Up — Angelique Bouchard

Summary: A late night walk while waiting for Angelique results in a drastic change in your life. Luckily, you have a devoted witch girlfriend who will help you when you when the bodies start piling up.

Word Count: 1,640

Warnings: Blood, shock, comfort, non sexual nudity

Angelique had warned you so many times about staying away from the Collins' family, yet you simply could not listen. They intrigued you too much, Barnabas especially. You knew what your Angie was —a witch, and a powerful one at that— and you knew she had a long standing connection with the Collins', but she had not yet shared with you the details of that history. You could only assume there was bad blood between them. 

With only being told so little, you could not know how right you were. Angelique was working late, some deadline she had to meet. While you didn’t hold it against her, you did grow bored in the dwindling hours of the evening waiting for her to finish so the two of you could go home for the night and cozy up in front of the fireplace to end this particularly drafty New England day. 

So, you slipped out of her office and made your way to Collinwood. You weren’t going to disturb the family at this time of night, you just wanted a little look at the grand estate. You leisurely traipsed around the perimeter of the stately home, marveling at its architecture, when you swore you heard footsteps that were not your own. That should have been the only sign you needed to turn tail and run, but instead you dismissed the noise as an animal in the bushes, or something equally as harmless. 

You were sprung upon so fast afterwards that you weren’t even able to scream. A hand covered your mouth and you struggled in your assailant’s grasp, but the swiftness and strength of your attacker was far greater than your own and once they had stilled you, you felt your neck pierced by something sharp. Teeth, you realized as the world started to become blurry. You’d been bitten. 

After the blackness had overtaken you, the next thing you knew, you were standing just inside of the doorway to your home. You had no memory beyond your walk around Collinwood and being attacked under the cover of night. A look out the nearest window told you it was nearly dawn, so what had happened in those missing hours? 

You made your way through the house, a bit unsteady on your feet, hands landing on the walls to help keep your balance as you staggered towards a bathroom. You exhaled a sigh of relief once you’d reached it, flicking on the light. Your relief was short lived when you took in the state of your appearance. Your complexion had paled from its usual tone as if you no longer possessed any sort of warmth within your body. But what was far more concerning than the pallor of your skin, was the dried blood that coated your lips and chin and trailed down your neck. 

Whether it had been the clumsy trek through the house, or the strangled shriek of horror that came from deep within you at the sight of the blood, Angelique had come rushing to the bathroom to see you sitting on the rug, having used the shower door to slump to the floor before the shock could take your legs out from under you. 

"My darling, what has happened to you?" If she expected an answer, you weren’t capable of it. She pinched your chin between her thumb and forefinger, angling it for you to look at her. Your eyes slowly focused in on her features, a welcome sight after all this terror and confusion. "I thought you stayed out last night to spite me for taking so long at the office. If I had known— oh never mind. What’s done is done. Let me clean you up, my love." 

Though you could see her as she moved to the sink and hear the running water as she dampened a cloth to clean your face, your mind was in a haze and you couldn’t focus on any of what she’d said. You gazed out into the middle distance, allowing your surroundings to become a blur again, until the warm washcloth on your face brought your focus somewhat back to the woman in front of you. With the blood cleaned away, and the washcloth discarded into the sink for the time being, Angelique helped you up and walked you to bed, where she had been until she’d heard you finally come in. 

"Lie back," she gently instructed, lowering herself to her knees at your side. "Can you speak? I need you to tell me what happened." Her voice was steady and patient, and it was coming in more clearly to you now. Her hand over yours seemed to ground you a little. 

"I…don’t remember much," you croaked, finally finding use of your voice again, no matter how shaky it may have been. "I left your office and walked to Collinwood." Your brow furrowed as you tried to bring up more details. 

"Take your time. What happened next?" 

"I heard something, or I thought I did," you went on, but you were suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of those teeth sinking their way deep into your skin. At the recollection, you were hit with a sob that shook your whole body. "He bit me, Angie. H-he bit me!" 

"Barnabas," she muttered under her breath, and as she came around to the other side of the bed to join you and offer you some comfort in her arms, she could see the small pinpricks from his fangs in your neck. How had she missed them before? Simple, she hadn’t been looking. She’d kill him for this. He was long overdue anyway. 

You cuddled into her, nuzzling into her neck as she moved into position next to you. Your arm circled her waist, holding onto her like she was the only thing keeping your sanity intact. "Shh," she soothed, running a hand over your hair. "You will make it through this. We will make it through this, you hear me?" 

A hand under your chin made you blink away your tears and meet the lustrous blue of Angelique's eyes. "I couldn’t do it without you," you replied. 

"Hush now, dear. Rest." You closed your eyes and Angelique stayed by your side until she was assured you were asleep. Carefully detangling herself from you, she got out of bed and drew the curtains, happy now that she’d chosen blackouts to ensure you wouldn’t wake and burn up in the light. 

Angelique knew you’d fed, even if you didn’t just yet. She’d witnessed Barnabas do the same however long ago that was now and he’d been in the same state you were now, covered in blood like some ravenous animal. She’d have to take care of the bodies. With a rough idea of your path during the night, it made her job a lot easier. When she came across the three homeless men that had been gathered around a fire, she knew she’d found your spot. The three of them were drained entirely of their blood, save for what stained the grass beneath them. Easy enough to dispose of. At least it was unlikely they’d be missed. 

You woke up to hear the shower running. To know Angelique was still close by helped to ease your anxiety. You got out of bed when the water was shut off and waited outside the bathroom door for Angelique. The house was dark, darker than it would normally be on an average morning, but you assumed Angie had a reason for that and so you didn’t mess with it. 

Angelique stepped out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her, yet she still held it shut at the top. "I didn’t expect you to be up. How are you feeling," she asked. 

"Better," you replied, though the reddish stain by Angelique’s hand was distracting you. Had she been up to something while you were asleep? 

Angelique smiled. "Let me get dressed and then I’d like to talk to you, alright?" You nodded and went back to bed, sitting patiently as you watched Angelique pick an outfit from the closet. Never one to be shy, Angelique didn’t mind that you watched her get dressed, swapping the white towel for a black lace bra and matching underwear, black wide legged slacks and a white button down shirt. 

"What happened last night," Angelique finally began, sitting herself next to you on the bed, "you were turned. Sweetie, you’re a vampire now." Angelique watched closely as your pupils dilated in a moment of panic. It made sense. The blood, the lack of pigment in your skin. Had you killed last night and didn’t remember? 

"It’s alright. It’s taken care of," Angelique interjected, seemingly reading your mind. "You’ll learn to control it. You just need time. I’ll be there for you every step of the way. There’s nothing to fear." 

While she wasn’t exactly right about there being nothing to fear, she was correct about the rest of it. She’d taken care of the bodies you’d left behind that night in the wake of your frenzied first feeding. And the next time you killed, you were at least able to recall it. 

Though things had gotten worse before they started to get better. Reports of several massacres made their way through Collinsport and the surrounding small towns. Angelique always did her part in covering up your insatiable thirst until it had time to quell itself and you learned to control it. She was woken more than once to you coming home, soaked in the blood of your victims. "How many this time, dear," she’d ask, and the bodies would always be taken care of by morning. The bloodlust would subside once your body became accustomed to its new state. Until then, Angelique would provide you the best of her protection. 

For @vixenettesposts

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[arewecoolio]

new year’s eve

AN: Still writing the rest of the xmas fic, but couldn’t keep this part in the drafts today.

Down the hill you could see the subsequent fireworks popping, occasionally a later echoing pop, that formed across the valley. The sound like pouring rain on a tin roof and you wondered if the embers had fallen on anyone’s roofs.

Golds, reds, distant fireworks bloomed like spring flowers in the dead of winter. you could hear the distinct muffled pop. Sat on the breakfast table and watched, sipping at the hot chocolate. “Ten minutes left.” Angie said quietly, wrapping her arms around you.

You hummed in acknowledgment. Then asked, “You wanna spend the rest of the year with me?”

“I thought it was clear I want to spend the rest of every year with you.” She teased gently, “Or have I not been clear enough?” Kissed the side of your cheek lightly, and settled in before she asked. “What are you doing up?”

“Kept hearing the fireworks, might as well greet the new year.”

She hummed, rested her chin against your shoulder. And watched the fireworks. In the distance you noticed several large fireworks going off. 

“Oh they sprung for the deluxe package today.” You murmured watching the fireworks keep coming from one specific spot on a far hill.

“That’s either the Hayes family or the Vaughn’s family.” 

The next firework went up like a popcorn kernel, countless pops followed the first large pop.

————

She glanced at the microwave clock and smiled, the fireworks ramped up. Angie lifted your chin gently, and turned you to face her. “Happy New Year.”

Kissed you slowly, so softly it made you melt. 

A large pop, forced you to break apart out of surprise. The two of you watched the fireworks, just down the hill and a bit to the left, the sky was being lit up. Firework after firework, you barely had processed the first one, before the next one was already popping. “Holy shit.” You murmured, watching as the fireworks just kept going.

“That’s the Robison’s.” Angie sighed. “Every year.”

“It must’ve cost them a fortune.”

“I could do better.” She sulked slightly, and you smiled at her. So endeared. 

“I know you could.”

Gently she tugged you away from the window and the still blooming fireworks, towards the bedroom.

You spoke up amid the muffled echoing thunder. “If you think about it, it’s kinda sweet.”

“What is?”

“The entire town lights a firework, everyone doing it separately but together in a sort of, we did it, we made it celebration.” You smiled, “It’s rather sweet to think that everyone’s connected in that way.”

“Everyone just likes setting shit on fire.” Angie murmured. As if to prove that fact, a large boom shook the house slightly.

You stared at her in surprise, “They’re still going?”

She shrugged.

Then you sighed, “Well my opinion still stands, I think it’s sweet.”