#Angelique Bouchard x reader

[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.

[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!

[crusxs]

my favorite type of bra.

[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.

[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

[hazellovesnuts]

🩷💜💙

Some Silhouette

Summary: You had been dating Angelique Bouchard for a month, and your family to say the least didn’t approve. Least of all your sister and relative Elizabeth & Barnabas Collins.

And now you were awoken, from the ‘curse’ Angie put on you, memories of her gone.. or so they thought. Not even they could wipe Angie’s love of a silhouette from you. Love binds all, especially for a witch.

Word Count: 5.6K

A/N: YES this is a a song-fic and yes I wrote this at 1:30am, dONT judge me! <3

Tag list: @escapetodreamworld @lpereqrine @sythaerin & @notmanagingmymischief <3

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Stood up the cold face

Stood with our backs to the sun

You woke with confusion, your head felt fuzzy and you felt completely dazed. It was as though you’d been drinking heavily the previous night, but you couldn’t recall drinking, besides you were aware of how alcohol effected you and this was not it.

It wasn’t a hangover, but your body was reacting as though it was. Worst of all, you felt like an entire part of you was missing, it was a strange feeling one that washed over you every few seconds.

You’d had a strange sort of dream, there was a woman. Not one you could put a face to though, just outline her features.

You remembered that her hair was soft and gave off an afterglow, streaming down the figures shoulders with a sense of care-free and happiness.

You remembered it was a captivating blonde and that her voice was crispy, but sounded like silk; as though it was a thousand suns calling your name.

You remembered dancing in the sun, the laughter echoing around both of you, it felt strange. It felt like a distant memory, but you’d remember it surely? You’d remember her.

I can’t remember being nothing

But fearless and young

Trying not to dwell on the lost memories and emotions, you slipped out of your bed as your body tilted to one side. It was a strange feeling, one that felt almost magical, but that was ridiculous. As chaotic as your family appeared to be, they certainly wouldn’t do you any harm in that sense.

You dressed yourself and got yourself ready for whatever could approach you today, before descending the stairs to join your family. You weren’t aware of what time it was, but judging by the light outside and the temperature of the house itself, it felt like it was mid-morning.

As you got further towards the bottom of the stairs you heard voices that were rather raised for this time of the morning. You were utterly confused, it was far too early for this; you hadn’t had your morning coffee.

Shaking your head you moved towards the door to put your ear against it, trying to listen to whatever mayhem your family had decided to unravel this time.

“Don’t lie to me Barnabas. She cannot forget me! She won’t. I’ll accept any fate, but this is not one of them.”

“Don’t talk to me witch about your foolish fates. You cursed her and everyone in this forsaken household knows it. You won’t be able to do it any longer Angelique.”

We’ve become echoes

But echoes fade away

Your eyebrows rose, you could have sworn they almost jumped off your forehead in surprise. Angelique.. the name. That name, it sounded so familiar.

Like a smell of happiness in a field, one that danced around you with a ray of sunshine and flowers, on the tip of your tongue. It felt ever so familiar.

Without wasting another second outside of the door you slowly pushed it open, trying to be as quiet as it allowed you to be. However, due to the actual age of this building, the door didn’t quite agree with your definition of quiet, making the loudest creaking noise it could possibly make.

Everyone’s heads spun around to face you, including one of a woman you weren’t familiar with, you assumed that to be Angelique.

Her face instantly lit up as she approached you and she had a glint in her eyes, one which set your stomach doing all varieties of things. Why on earth that was the case however, you weren’t sure- you didn’t know this woman, as far as you were aware you’d never even seen her let alone been acquainted.

“Y/N, you’re up. I was waiting for you. Please tell him, to stop talking utter crap.”

Everyone in the room looked like they were on edge, as though they knew something you did not. You looked at your sister for some sort of moral support, but Liz wouldn’t even meet your eyes. It was rather unnerving to say the least.

“I’m sorry do.. do I know you?”

We fall into the dark

As we dive under the way

(I heard you say..)

The woman’s eyes conveyed hurt for just a brief moment, before a half-hearted laugh escaped her lips. She sounded almost confused, hurt and desperate all at once.

You felt a sudden urge to wrap this woman in a hug, you really must have drank something off last night. It was the only possible explanation for your mind being this insane.

“Y/N, it’s me.. Angie.”

“She doesn’t know you Angelique.”

“Angie I…” You finally heard your sister speak up, her voice was hesitant, as though if she spoke too loud or too quickly the whole room would shatter. You could have sworn you’d never heard her speak this way, not to anyone outside of the family.

“Darling, please tell me.. you know who I am?” Angie looked at you with desperation, her face was beginning to crack slowly, it almost made you stumble backwards, as you tried to hide your shock.

“I’m so sorry, perhaps I got drunk last night or had something off? Have we met?” You tried to be as gentle as you could be, but the look in her eyes changed from desperation to complete and utter betrayal.

If it was possible for your heart to swell up for someone you’ve never met, it was doing exactly that.

Devil’s on your shoulder

Stranger’s in your head

As if you don’t remember

As if you can’t forget

The woman, who was taller than you; assuming by the heels, staggered back slowly with a pained expression. One that for some reason, made your heart hurt, and your throat restrict. You watched as her face cracked all the way down, part of you wanting to cup her cheek to see if she would be okay with that, but you had a inkling that it wouldn’t go down to well, given the current circumstance.

You watched in confusion as she spun away on her heels and stalked off, but despite the fact you were more than sure you hadn’t met her. However, the way she’d reacted; you couldn’t bullshit this, unless of course this woman was a top actress.

As you looked over at Barnabas whom had something in his eyes, that was pride and something you couldn’t quite place. The tension in the room was evident and you weren’t entirely sure upon how to react.

Overcome in anger, mainly due to confusion- but something felt extremely off. You might be younger than your sister, but you weren’t stupid; you could sense shit when it was necessary.

It's only been a moment

It's only been a lifetime

But tonight you're a stranger

Some silhouette

Looking over at your sister, she was evidently avoiding your eye contact, and was shifting from heel to heel.

“What the hell was that all about?”

Your question wasn’t that of essentially directed to any given person, more to everyone that was present in the room. Yet, at this point the room was basically your entire family; Julia included.

You felt everyone in the room knew, you didn’t know how nor did you know why. You just had this instinct that echoed through your mind and body, shaking through you.

Your sister was the first to speak out of the bunch, yet she evidently did not wish to do so.

“Nothing Y/N, really. You should go.. rest you seem a little dazed.”

You couldn’t help but scoff at your sister blatantly trying to avoid whatever situation had just occurred. You were angry and needed to see that woman again.

You had no idea, not the faintest clue as to what compelled you to find her, to be near to her. You felt they did, that some part of you was missing.

“Don’t bullshit me Elizabeth,” you watched her eyebrows raise mostly in shock, you rarely ever used her full name. Only when you were extremely pissed or hurt with her, was it a word to escape your lips.

However, given current circumstances; you felt the anger was absolutely justifiable considering nobody in this room was giving you answers. You’d simply have to get them yourself.

Let's go out in flames

So everyone knows who we are

'Cause these city walls never knew

That we'd make it this far

Stalking your way past your family, ignoring their glares and concerned looks directed your way, you headed towards the front door before stepping out of it.

You saw the blonde woman lean against her car her composure completely broken, nothing like what you’d witnessed inside your home.

The urge to run over to her and comfort her, overwhelmed you in an instant. It was a confusing feeling, one that felt familiar yet strange all in one. It was like your mind was battling with inner turmoil that you weren’t even sure what it was yet.

Sucking in a deep breathe, you gently began to approach the woman, one you’d heard her name as Angelique. You wanted to approach with caution though, as though you wouldn’t startle her.

You worried considering her face almost shattered in front of you- not even figuratively. However, she must be a doll of some sort, or at least have a skin of porcelain.

“Angélique?” You barely whispered it, not sure upon how she could react and watched as her posture straightened up and she stared at you.

The look on her face was startling. Her face had several cracks going from top to bottom, and this time you couldn’t refrain yourself from approaching her trying to cup her face to make sure she wouldn’t break.

Yet, she stepped back, as though your touch would burn her, as if any sudden movement, contact or sight of you would cause her to simply evaporate.

This caused a painful tightening in your chest, it hurt in a way you couldn’t explain, not even if you tried. You knew something was missing from your thoughts, from your life then. You were utterly sure of it.

“Y/N, can I help you?”

You listened to her cold demeanour, the way she acted as though she wasn’t desperate to see you just a mere few minutes ago.

In fact, nothing gave away any knowledge of you at all, aside from the tick in her jaw you briefly noticed. However, it was quickly hidden away in a mask of a woman who evidently meant business, whoever it was- god knows how you came to know her.

“I just, I wondered if you were okay.. I- I can see you’re not but..”

You barely managed to finish your sentence before a cold laugh left her lips, one that sent shivers down your spine. The laugh was clear as it could be, she wanted you to get the fuck away.

You couldn’t understand why she was off with you, it wasn’t entirely your fault you weren’t aware of who she was, it’s not like you could control your own memories.

“You didn’t care in there, in fact you don’t know me at all do you dear?”

Confusion painted on your face before you changed it to a fit of anger and rage, as she acted difficult with you. This woman’s issues went deeper than you wished to know, and frankly you didn’t have the patience to deal with it. You’d never been one to have patience for anything.

Elizabeth always called you short tempered and you weren’t surprised, as it wasn’t false.

We've become echoes

But echoes are fadin' away

So, let's dance like two shadows

Burning out the glory days

“Look lady, I don’t know what or who your quarrel is with, but is certainly isn’t with me. You’ve been made aware I don’t know who you are, I only approached you out here because you seemed.. upset. Yet, that doesn’t give you any form of right to take it on me.”

The anger flowed through your body, and as soon as the first words left your mouth, you couldn’t stop them coming, the easy flow of them drifting out from your lips. This woman, as compelled as your body seemed to be to knowing her, had issues. You certainly weren’t about to become her first option of a punching bag.

Spinning on your heels you stalked back into the house, but just as you were about to slam the door shut you heard her whisper, barely but you heard it; the sentence making your entire body tense instantly.

“You knew once. Loved once..”

It was said so lightly, so quietly you thought you’d imagined it. Yet, you were certain you hadn’t, you recognised voices the moment you tended to hear them.

You spun around on your heels, only to see the car being turned on and sped away as fast as it could. You’d barley been able to process what Angélique had said before she had zoomed off in her car. You made a mental note to revise the statement later, for now however you needed to confront you shitty family over dinner.

Devil's on your shoulder

Strangers in your head

As if you don't remember

As if you can't forget

Your family dragging you on an outing when all you wanted to do was sleep, was not your idea of entertainment. You loved your cousins and your sister, but you absolutely felt like hell right now.

And after the weird and angry conversation with Miss Bitchy in sensible suit paints hadn’t made your day worse, this trip might just make you end your entire sane life entirely. Well, sane was something else for another matter- sane perhaps not quite the right word.

“Carolyn stop messing with the clothes, and looking at the music vinyls and come help find stuff for David,” you heard your sister scold over at her daughter from the other side of the shop and let out an exhausted sigh.

“David is fine mom, he is more than capable of deciding for himself, he doesn’t need me there, besides I don’t wanna help the psycho,” she scoffed rolling her eyes and you’d decided not to want to be the person to over hear this drama.

You loved your family, and your sister but hell you were not in the mood for whatever quarrel was about to unravel between David and Carolyn yet again.

Stalking over to the makeup side of the isle, you browsed to see what could perk your interest, you’d always found makeup absolutely mesmerising. Just to see how people could express how their emotions were simply through something on their face hooked you in ways you couldn’t understand.

You heard heels next to you and glanced over without a second thought, until you caught the eye of someone you did not wish to bump into right now, or preferably at all in the future.

Angelique, stood a few metres away from you, her what was once relaxed face merging into a cold mask within a mere second, and you rolled your eyes. You really didn’t have time for this.

“If it isn’t Miss sensible Pansuits,” you grumbled more to yourself but judging by the choked noise from her, you could tell you said it a little too loud for your liking.

“Miss what now?”

“Well, I decided it would be a decent nickname for you, going by your clothing.”

“You called me that once, I hated it. Now it just pains me, to even look at you.”

To that you had utterly no response, in fact it had made you completely speechless. You were convinced you hadn’t met this lady before, but then everything she said or did made you want to know her more- as though you needed to. Like the entire earth and it’s core pushed you towards her.

“I- what?”

“It doesn’t matter dear, just don’t be associated with me anymore, nor find me. I don’t need anymore pain in my life. And don’t tempt me to cause you any.”

Trying to ignore the halt-hearted threat at the end of her sentence, you stared at her the whole time she walked away, barely bringing yourself back to reality until you heard your sister borderline screaming your name in another isle.

What on gods earth was even going on today? You needed to find out, before any more shit went down.

Dinner, was a rather awkward encounter to say the least. The moment you sat down you instantly felt the tension dance around you like a number of people in a waltz. It was unnerving to say the least.

Why on earth they believed that they had the right to be awkward, when it was you in reality who should be the one acting like you were about to tread on Lego or something ridiculous.

Sighing, you’d had just about enough of this tiring family encounter; and we’re about to slam your fork down on the table asking for anyone to say fucking something. It was then, David walked into the room.

“Why is it so quiet in here? My mom can feel the tension from upstairs.”

“Ugh here we go again, psycho with his mom,” you heard Carolyn instantly mock him and buckled yourself up for more family drama.

In reality, you were particularly glad that she’d jabbed at him in some way, glad that something was being said at all. If there was one thing you couldn’t stand it was awkward tension, certainly when you knew it was due to something you weren’t even aware of.

“And Carolyn makes noises like a kitten in her sleep!”

“David!”

“You little shit.”

You couldn’t help but choke out a noise of half laughter and half surprise at the scene developing in front of you. It was rather comical ,until your sister Liz glanced over you and gave you a rather.. stern look.

You shut up immediately and started playing with your food sighing and shuffling it around your plate. That’s when David gave you a confused look, as though he was about as lost in all the scenarios as yourself.

“Is something wrong kid?” You’d offered a rather softer tone when approaching him, you always had done. He’d been the kindest to you, aside from your sister when she wasn’t giving your tremendous amounts of grief.

“Why aren’t you with Angie?” He questioned, and if you could cut the tension with a knife you could.

It's only been a moment

It's only been a lifetime

But tonight you're a stranger

Some silhouette

Every single person in the room stopped moving and you heard your sister suck in a sharp breathe instantly.

“Wha- what do you mean David?”

“David that’s enough..” Your sister, evidently thought she could work her way out of this situation but you knew better. There was no way you weren’t getting to the bottom of it, and clearly David knew something was off.

“NO, it’s not enough! David, please tell me what you mean?” Your voice raised loudly at your sister, before you took a deep breathe and calmly asked your cousin once more.

“It’s just.. you usually go with Angie? You stay at hers, you’d eat there; I heard you asking who she was, I don’t understand?”

That’s when you heard everyone in the room look like they’d just ate sand or something ridiculously sour, and you felt like you were putting two and two together.

You woke up with a dazed head, you felt sick and as though you’d been on a night out. Your family were treading around you like you’d shatter. Then this Angélique showed up, and you felt as though you knew her.

You just begged to god your suspicions were wrong, but you had a deep horrendous feeling, they were in fact not.

“Elizabeth,”

“Y/N..” she began, but you certainly weren’t have any of it at this current moment. The inner angst of your turmoil was rising stronger with each passing moment.

“No! Elizabeth, what did you do? All of you… What, did you do, to me?”

You tried to keep your voice as even as it could possibly be, and given current circumstances you were rather content with how it came out of your lips, even if it wavered ever so slightly.

“We just wanted you to see, you could do better. We just… we wanted you happy.”

Your body deflated as you looked around at each family member, and Barnabas’s eyes carried the guilt- more than your sister’s did in fact. You knew right there and then it was his idea.

“BARNABAS… it was you was it not?” You couldn’t help the pain in your voice anymore, the anger that was brimming up inside you ready to overturn like a pot of stew.

“Y/N, listen I never meant to do harm. I felt it fit that it was the upmost honest appr-“

“WHO WAS SHE?!” You felt yourself completely explode in that exact moment, anger was all you felt. Betrayal, and utter anger that had swirled it’s way through your bones.

“Y/N this isn’t the right time for this conversation,” your sister buttes in and you rolled your eyes feeling more agitated, that was until David said something that made you almost throw up your entire meal right there and then.

“Your girlfriend.”

The whole table deflated, as you watched the undeniable truth come out. They’d taken away something that meant a lot to you. Because what? They thought you’d be happy or you were cursed. Bullshit.

Without a warning, you flung yourself up from the table and made a beeline to find your sisters car keys. You had to see Ang- your girlfriend this instant.

“Where on earth are you going?”

“Not that it’s any of your fucking concern Elizabeth, but to find this damn mess that YOU all put me in,” you couldn’t help but snap back this time. You found your sisters car keys on the side table in the hallway, and headed straight out the door, your brain working on autopilot.

Just hold me

Just hold me

Just hold me

Just hold me

You had no idea how your brain knew where the fuck you seemed to be driving to, but you were assuming it was down to the fact whatever shitty thing your family had done to you- your body was fighting back.

It was the reason you wanted to go to Angelique before, the reason you felt compelled to comfort her, to hold her. To want to be near her. It was the whole reason your heart and body and even mind was shattering at her looking so- broken.

Then you realised how careless your family had been towards the woman. Not only had they destroyed your love, your compassion towards the older woman, but they’d destroyed whatever she had with you as well. Unless, of course that was their intentions.

Knowing your family, it more than likely was. What if you didn’t receive your memories back? Your love for this woman? What if you couldn’t? The idea of that, the thought made you grip the wheel tighter.

Something in your mind was telling you where this woman would be, and apparently it wanted you to drive to Angel Bays office department.

If it was the case, and she appeared to be there; first of all why the hell was the lady working that late? Second of all, how we’re going to approach this situation, the last time you did, she laughed in your face cold and, broken.

Knowing the truth now, the ideology of it, the concept you couldn’t bare knowing she’d perhaps push you away again. Yet, could you blame her? Hardly, you’d basically broken her heart without even knowing.

Caught up and wrapped in your own thoughts, you’d barely noticed you’d arrived until you saw a single light on in one of the top office’s in the building above you. Sighing, you turned off the engine before strolling into the building.

Walking up the steps, in the silence you felt your anxiety rise higher and higher; your knees shaking and your throat go dry, but you knew you had to confront this situation. It’s the least Angelique deserved.

Walking down the hallway, you saw where the light source was coming from and drew in a deep breathe before approaching the door and knocking gently.

“I already said you could leave Jennifer, you don’t need to stay at reception anymore. Go home,” although you heard the stern tone in the woman’s voice you could tell it was laced with exhaustion.

Opening the door fully you shut it and leaned against it, letting out a breathe you weren’t aware you were even holding.

Devil's on your shoulder

Strangers in your head

As if you don't remember

As if you can't forget

“What about people paying a calming visit?” You asked, trying to keep your voice even and watched as the woman’s head flung up so fast you’re surprised she didn’t get whiplash.

You watched as pain, then sadness painted her face until she masked it with a cold approach.

“I thought I made it clear, I didn’t really wish to associate with you anymore, Y/N.”

The cold tone hurt you more than you expected, and you were glad you had the door to lean on for support.

“I know what they did to me..”

You observed her face for any emotions in the slightest, but she clearly didn’t want you to see anything, as she gave absolutely nothing away in the slightest.

“And what might that be dear?”

“They made me forget, who you are. My…girlfriend.” You managed to stutter out the last sentence, and by the gods it hurt you to say it.

It was then her whole demeanour fell, and she sighed aloud, allowing her body to slump heavily against her desk. You saw her taking deep breathes, as though she was trying to control herself and your heart almost shattered at the sight of it.

Without warning or even any sort of notice from yourself, your body started to gently walk over to the older woman, taking cautious steps however with each moment. You only noticed yourself approaching when you felt your body actually stop in front of her, herself however not yet to realise it.

You gently touched her hair and that’s when you saw it. A bright light hit you faster than anything you could have imagined. In the dappled light, it is as if the golden rays are dripping upon your skin.

The light blinds you until you see something, hear something. Memories? Flashbacks, you weren’t sure until it became clearer.

‘Angelique! Stop it,’ you heard yourself laugh.. you sounded so content, so happy.

‘I’m simply reading dear, I promise I won’t do much more, if you behave.’

‘We have to get ready, I promised David we’d take him shopping today, it’s Halloween soon and he wanted to be a ghost.’

You hear her laugh in the background, giggling like a schoolgirl, you felt a warm fuzzy feeling fill you completely. You could tell, she didn’t act like this with anyone else around. Only for you. With you, because of you.

‘Very well, although I’m glad he didn’t choose a vampire.”

‘He’d make a good vampire, but touché Angie, you make the best witch around here might I add,’ you saw her approach you and she was dressed so elegantly.

Hell no wonder you were dating this woman, you couldn’t believe how lucky you appeared to get.

However, you felt yourself being pulled back to reality as a thud brought you back, loud and clear crashing against all time barriers.

You saw Angie stand and was facing away from you, looking out towards the window staring out into the distance and she looked lost, and afraid.

“Angie,” you said and watched her head slowly turn it’s way to you, looking at you with an unreadable expression plastered on her face.

She hummed softly, as though she was afraid to speak let alone move, this woman whom clearly had more power than anyone you could think of, seemed like the most broken person you’d ever encountered.

“I just remembered.. some of it, halloween costumes, with David,” you didn’t realise you were crying until she approached you and wiped away some of your tears.

“That was a lovely time, Y/N,” the way she said your name, she said it with such love such admiration to you that you knew. You had no idea if you’d ever told her, nor if she told you, but you just knew.

Some people describe love as a distance breeze, following you with bright eyes and a calming nature. Some describe it as a poison, too much and it’s toxic, too much and you’re hooked like a drug. Others fear it, others beg for it. Some could narrow it down to a single word, others may not.

You however, you knew what that word was.

It's only been a moment

It's only been a lifetime

But tonight you're a stranger

Some silhouette

You looked into her eyes, as she did yours and you noticed then her eyes were swimming with tears, enough to fill an ocean. You walked forward and rested your head against the woman you didn’t know, but your body seemed to be more familiar with her than anyone else’s- perhaps even your own.

“Angie I…”

She put a finger to your lips, as though she knew but couldn’t bare you to say it aloud, when it wasn’t you. Not really, not the you she knew. Not her Y/N. Still, the words escaped her lips before they escaped your own.

Aside from that, judging by the way she clasped her hand over yours, you could tell it had never left ether set of lips, and the chosen time was ether horrendous, or something else entirely.

“I love you, Y/N.”

The words passed her lips and she stepped into your space, as her smell, her body, her entire soul was yours. All of her was you, and all of you was her. Joined together embedded into one person, one mind, one life.

You kissed back with a ferocious and desperate intent, wanting to feel all of her against you. You didn’t care whether your family wanted your happiness differently, this was your happiness, and you’d be damned to anyone taking it away from you.

Another flash of light smacked you as though your mind was going through space and time itself. As though you could see and sense everything into the voids of time. All alluding to your moments and your momentum.

You saw Angie and you fight. Your love, your embraces, your times together. Pillow fights and ridiculous shit.

You saw intertwined hands, sex on the beach as though life itself held nothing in its wake against the pair of you. You saw your smile against her own, your body wrapped into sheets enclosed into a warmth of light and love.

You saw you and her against all odds, wrapped into life, into silhouettes and into sweet nothings.

You remembered it all, and your sobs that wracked through your body your mind and brain caught up to you in an instant, as you felt salt trickle down your face. Her tears mixed with your own as you pulled her tighter, and she clung to you like a lifeline.

Words needed to not be said within an instant, for no words could be said- she knew you remembered, that’s all she needed. Nobody could mess with time itself, not even your family not if Angelique Bouchard could handle it.

You pulled back and needed to say everything all at once, not knowing how or when or why. You just knew what you wanted to say, what was essential.

“I love you Angie,” you felt the words escape your mouth as simple as you felt the need to breathe the oxygen around you. She was your oxygen dancing around you in a flame so hot you craved the warmth.

“So I’m Miss sensible Pansuits hmm,” and you groaned at the reading remark you’d made to her.

Don’t remind me, although I wasn’t at all wrong, and definitely had the right mindset in thinking it,” you snorted before she slapped you playfully on the arm.

“We need to deal with your family,” she snapped as the happiness sinked away from her eyes and facial expressions and moulded itself into anger and rage.

It almost made you stagger back, had you not known it wasn’t directed at you. You loved how she became protective of anything she held dear to her, it was adorable and absolutely sexy all in one.

“We will, just not now.. please I need to go home with you and just relax?”

The smile that crinkled at the edges of her lips escaped her calmly and peacefully as she let out a sigh that could only be heard by you and you alone. You felt the world for once was on your side. She nodded and you both made your way out the office towards her car, not caring about your sisters in the slightest.

Your family could be dealt with later, you needed a hot bath, your girlfriends warmth and light and peaceful silhouette of wrapping around you. A wrapped around warmth that made you skin tingle with everything people could never place.

The word love was her.

Angelique Bouchard.

It's only been a moment

It's only been a lifetime

But tonight you're a stranger

Some silhouette

But tonight you're a stranger

Some silhouette

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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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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.

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Masterlist U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U

Marvel

Natasha Romanoff

Cuddles

Wanda Maximoff

Wandanat x Reader

Puppy Love part 1

Nightmares

Little Angel

American Horror Story

Cordelia Goode

Princess

Wilhelmina Venable

Wilhelmina Venable and Cordelia Goode

Work trip

Wilhelmina Venable x Ally Mayfair-Richards

Rescue

Lana Winters

Alone

Ally May-fair Richards

Owie

Billie Dean Howard

Sick

Hypodermic Sally

RESIDENT EVIL

Alcina Dimitrescu

Slipping

Donna Beneviento

Playdate

Mother Miranda

RE8 Women

RE8 Women finding out your a little

OTHER

Diane Sherman

Angelique Bouchard

Alma Pereruine

[heymissyyousofineposts]

SAME BARNYARD CAN GO

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Y/N, drunk and bathed in blood: [points at Angelique] That’s my girlfriend, suckers!

Angelique: Your wife, Y/N.

Y/N: My wife! Even better!