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[redroses07]

F**k It I Love You /// Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon x Fem!reader

Summary: Reader is a witch, but her and Michael seem to have a special connection. So what happens when her coven has to oversee Michael taking the test of The Seven Wonders. Will she stay loyal to her coven, or herself?

CW: Swearing, Kissing, Alludes to smut, Sexual themes, some violence.

WC: 3.2k

A/N: Hey guys!!! My first full fic after my year long disappearance!!! I really like this and I'm super excited to post it! I'll definitely make a part two if this does good, or upon request. With perhaps smut? Anyways I hope everyone is doing well!! Love y'all and as always, enjoy! ♡⋆˙

You sit in your lonely, over sized room at Miss Robichaux's academy, awaiting this afternoon's daunting task. You and the rest of the witches on the council, including Zoe, Myrtle, and Cordelia, were to visit Hawthorne school for young warlocks.

It was a place where none of the witches, including you, enjoyed visiting. Mostly due to the crude and pompous attitude of the warlocks towards you and your sisters.

It's not your fault that warlocks were naturally inferior to witches. Come to think of it you had never met a warlock who was so much as tolerable. Well...that is until a few months ago.

This particular visit to Hawthorne was something no witch, or warlock for that matter, had ever thought would come to pass.

For the first time ever, the test of the Seven Wonders will be performed on a warlock. A young man named Michael Langdon.

From the beginning Cordelia, your coven's supreme, had refused to perform this test deeming that it would be suicide. That was until Michael brought two witches, Queenie and Madison, back from the dead.

While this changed her mind, it also raised her concerns about Michael.

Cordelia had called a meeting with you and the rest of the council prior to your departure. She had described a darkness in Michael, one she had never seen in someone before. She described his energy as almost inhuman, something otherworldly.

"I am warning you all, proceed with caution." Cordelia had said.

While you smiled and agreed like you had been made to do, you had other thoughts on your mind.

You had connected with Michael from the moment you first met him, and in a way you had never experienced with another. Your fellow witches had been standoffish and dismissive to him, most likely feeling threatened by his power, you didn't feel the need.

He seemed to feel comfortable around you from the beginning. You didn't know if it was because you were the only witch who cared enough to treat him like a human being, or if there were other reasons. Despite that, conversation with Michael came easy, and the more interactions the two of you had the closer you became.

What was originally a simple act of kindness turned into prolonged eye contact and uncontrollable eye contact. The increasingly frequent visits to Hawthorne began to feel less like a punishment and more like a reward.

No matter, your sisters came first, which meant you had to push your growing emotions away.

Under any other circumstance you would be excited to see your friend, but the Seven Wonders weren't just any other event. Especially after Cordelia's warning, so unfortunately today was going to be stressful no matter what.

"Hurry up everyone, time to go!" you heard Cordelia call, annoyance in her voice.

You jumped up, not wanting to anger her further, fixed your hat, and headed down the stairs.

You, Cordelia, Zoe, and Myrtle all gathered in a circle in order to transmutate to Hawthorne collectively. Queenie and Madison also joined you, Madison wearing her iconic scowl.

You stood next to Zoe, your favorite among the council. Not that you disliked the other witches...but Myrtle was a little batty and Cordelia was well...Cordelia.

"Prepare yourselves sisters." Cordelia said softly, a serious look on her face.

Next thing you knew, your group was standing outside the strange structure that was Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men.

The six of you walked in, all trailing behind Cordelia.

You passed through the dark corridors, trying to hide the fact that you hoped Michael would appear around the corner.

When you and your magical companions made it to the room where the testing would take place you were greeted by warlock Ariel Augustus.

Out of all the warlocks you despised he was by far the worst, there was just something so off-putting about him. Yet you still shook his hand and gave him a half-hearted smile.

You gave the room a quick glance, looking for Michael.

"And when will Michael be joining us?" You asked Ariel.

"I would like to get this over as quickly as possible" You add, in an effort to seem disinterested.

Ariel looks at you with a sour face before looking over your shoulder towards the door.

"Well, it looks like you've got your wish because here comes the young warlock now." Ariel replies with distaste.

You turn around, and are faced with Michael's golden locks and icy blue eyes. He's wearing his usual, a long black cloak over his school uniform, yet he somehow manages to make the basic outfit look better than ever.

"Hello Michael." You say formally, keeping your serious composure. All while the two of you exchange a playful look, agreeing that these formalities are ridiculous.

Michael greeted you and the two of you drifted off to the far side of the room where you pretended to make small talk.

"God, this is so stressful." Michael says to you, breathing out a frustrated sigh.

Around others Michael had the tendency to put on a show, but never for you. With you, he was free of judgement.

"It'll be okay, just trust your instincts. You've got this." If Cordelia knew you were giving Michael advice you would surely be punished, but she doesn't need to know.

Michael shifted on his feet and looked at the ground, failing at hiding the blush creeping up his pale cheeks.

You almost reached out to give him a hug of reassurance but then remembered the others in the room. If you were being honest with yourself you really did have feelings for him, although reality told you that would never work out.

"Can we all just shut up and get on with this shit." Madison announced with an eye roll.

It was never a dull moment with her around.

"Yes, yes." Myrtle said.

Everyone took a seat as Cordelia began to explain the rules of the seven wonders.

You and Michael stood near each other behind a couch.

You figured since your lower bodies were hidden from the others it would be safe to reach out and squeeze his hand for reassurance.

You slowly put Michael's hand in yours and ran your fingers across his knuckles. His palms were sweaty. You truly believed you were the only one who sympathized with him on this, and you were glad you could give him that.

You and Michael made eye contact and exchanged a look of longing.

You broke the eye contact to look at Zoe who was giving you a look as if to say "stop what you're doing." She knew, of course she knew. Zoe was your best friend, of course she could tell when you liked a boy. Even if the circumstances were far more dire than your average high school romance.

You drop Michael's hand but he reaches back over and pulls it back, signaling "stay"

You sigh, what on earth were you getting yourself into.

"Okay, now if the rules are understood, we may begin." Cordelia announced, while scanning the room.

No one objected, and Ariel motioned for you all to follow him.

You felt the warmth of Michael's hand leaving you, and you were released from your own thoughts. You looked over at him to see him slowly walking towards the exit.

"Come on," Michael called back to you giving you a half-hearted smile.

You hurriedly caught up with him and the rest of the group, although the both of you remained at the end of the pack.

Ariel led you down a series of dark corridors. They all looked the same, and you began to lose count of the amount of turns you had taken.

Good luck getting out of here if you needed to make a break for it, you thought to yourself.

When you finally reached your destination, everyone gathered in the center of the large room. It looked just like every other room at Hawthorne, drab and dungeon-like. The only difference here was that it was larger and relatively empty.

Cordelia stood in the center of the room, a stern expression on her face.

"The first of the seven wonders, Telekinesis." She pointed to Michael, calling for him to join her in the center of the room.

You watched him as he walked towards her. He did almost too good of a job at hiding his nerves, walking with such effortless grace. You were almost envious.

Michael pointed to a candle hanging on the wall along the far side of the room. The candle quickly floated into his grasp.

The warlocks applauded, looking thrilled with his performance.

Telekinesis was the easiest of the seven wonders, and one any basic witch or warlock could easily achieve. So, naturally you and your fellow witches remained unimpressed.

"Next is Concilium, or mind control." Cordelia explained, gesturing for Michael to begin.

Michael also demonstrated this with ease, making Zoe and Madison perform a dance before everyone's eyes.

The next four Seven Wonders, Transmutation, Divination, Pyrokinesis, and Vitalum Vitalus, were all demonstrated by Michael perfectly. Even better than yourself you had to admit, which was odd considering how inexperienced he was.

The further the test progressed, the more concerned the members of your coven looked. You were torn, as you usually were when it came to Michael. Part of you shared your coven's concerns, after all, a male supreme would change the course of all of your lives. The rational part of you did not ever want to see a world where the powers of a warlock surpassed yours. Yet another part of you, the part that cared for Michael, wanted him to succeed despite all other factors.

Although the hardest test of the Seven Wonders, Descensum, had yet to be tested. And you knew Cordelia wouldn't let Michael get off without adding a catch.

"Today, I'm not asking you to perform this wonder...I am asking you to conquer it." Just as you had expected, Cordelia was going to twist the rules.

Cordelia proceeded to ask Michael to retrieve the long lost Misty Day from the underworld, where she was banished after being unable to achieve the seventh wonder.

You glanced over at Michael, who stared Cordelia dead in the eye. You weren't surprised that he looked unfazed, he had in fact done this before when he brought Madison back from the dead.

Despite that, the warlocks were outraged, arguing with Cordelia about the task's unfairness.

"It's okay, I'll do it." Michael said calmly and definitively, shutting everyone up.

You gave Michael a concerned look, which he combated with a soft smile.

Michael laid down on the floor, getting in the position needed for the task. He began reciting the spell, which was a jumble of Latin words.

Michael then fell into a deep trance, signaling that the process of Descensum had begun.

Now all that was left to do was to wait.

You walked to the back of the room and sat in a chair next to Zoe and Queenie. You tapped your foot on the floor nervously, your heel making a repetitive clicking noise.

You waited in silence for about ten minutes, your eyes glued to Michael just in case.

"My god how long is this supposed to take, some people have things to do." Madison huffed, and as if on cue Michael shot up into a sitting position.

You, along with everyone else, rushed forward in anticipation.

"Where's Misty?" Cordelia demanded angrily.

Michael said nothing. He stared blankly at the wall, breathing heavily.

Before you could stop yourself you leaned down to check if he was okay, but just as you placed your hand on his shoulder someone's tight grip pulled you back.

"Watch out!" Zoe yelled, as she yanked you towards her.

You stumbled over your feet, nearly losing your balance. You looked below you and your eyes widened at what you saw.

Misty had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and right where you had been only moments before.

You were in shock, and apparently so was Cordelia.

She dropped to the ground and pulled Misty into a tight hug, tears falling from her face.

You looked over at Michael, who staggered back towards a table in the corner of the room. He looked exhausted, and you fought the urge to ask him if he was okay.

Your focus shifted when you heard Misty call your name.

The curly haired woman gave you a long teary eyed hug, and you only now realized how much you had missed her. You made a mental note to thank Michael for this reunion later.

"Cordelia!" Queenie yelled, and once again you were forced to shift your attention.

Cordelia was hunched over, blood running down her nose. She looked weak, like she had after seeing Queenie and Madison return.

"What's happening?" Madison shouted.

"What happens every time a new supreme rises, the old one begins to fade." One of the warlocks said proudly.

"You're a pathetic pompous ass!" Myrtle spat, pulling Cordelia close to her.

You followed her example and stepped closer to your supreme, putting your hand on her shoulder in reassurance.

"There is no denying it...Michael is the new supreme." Cordelia huffed before nearly collapsing to the floor.

You gasped, scrambling to help her back to her feet. Once Cordelia was stable again Myrtle and Misty carried her to a private room to help her recover.

"Well...I guess we will reconvene later." Ariel announced to the rooms remaining occupants.

As everyone began to file out of the room you saw Michael head in your direction. You began walking over to meet him when Zoe grabbed onto your arm once more.

She pulled you in the opposite direction and loudly announced, "Can I talk to you for a moment."

Before you had time to object she had pulled you out of the room and down one of the many dark corridors.

"Zoe is everything o-" She cut you off.

"Do you know how dangerous what you're doing is?" Zoe scolded.

Your stomach dropped.

"What do you mean..." you replied, acting clueless.

Zoe sighed in frustration.

'I'm your best friend, you think I don't see how you two look at each other?"

Dammit. Was it that obvious?

"Zoe, I know it's wrong. I know the coven will disapprove. I'm sorry. I'll make it go away, I promise." You sounded defeated.

Zoe pursed her lips. "Listen, I'm not saying you have to stop. I'm just saying be better at hiding it. Cause you know what will happen if Cordelia finds out."

You sighed, she was right. Cordelia would be furious if she knew, especially since she was already so suspicious of Michael. It would likely even be grounds for being burned at the stake.

"I'm just saying be careful is all, but other than that my lips are sealed." Zoe said.

You nodded in agreement and smiled at your friend.

"Be safe." Zoe hugged you quickly before walking off to go check on Cordelia.

You turned on your heel and walked down the hall, a long sigh escaping your lips.

As you turned the corner you felt someone's strong grip pull you down a darkened hall.

"What the hell-"

You looked up to see Michael looming above you.

"Jesus, Michael you scared me." You gasped, hand on your fast beating heart.

"I heard everything, everything Zoe said to you." Michael said, his piercing blue eyes burning into yours.

Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach.

"Michael. She's right you know. I mean my coven hates you, what would they think?" You explained.

"Shhhh.." Michael whispered as he brought his index finger to your lips.

"I don't care, what we have is more important."

"Don't you agree?"

Michael took your hands in his and brought them to his chest. He looked at you in a pleading, almost desperate way.

"Michael, I-" You said unsure of your actions. You knew the consequences of betraying your coven, but were you ready to embrace them? you didn't know.

"Please..." Michael stammered.

You felt his hot breath against your already warm skin. The strong scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. everything about him was irresistible, it was all just too much.

"I can't wait any longer. I need this, I need you." Michael said.

That was it for you.

"Oh just fuck it." You said before pressing your lips harshly to his.

You pulled Michael down by the front of his shirt to better adjust to his height.

The kiss was short lived, but that didn't stop you from wanting more.

Thankfully Michael felt the same because he reached for the nearest door and opened it, pulling you inside.

He kissed you sloppily and hungrily as he yanked you through the doorway. He slammed the door behind you while continuing to kiss you.

"Is this a closet?" You asked, looking around at the small space.

"I believe so..." Michael replied, smiling at you.

You laughed and kissed him again.

Michael pushed you into the corner while kissing you slowly. He bit down on your lip, drawing a significant amount of blood. You let out a soft moan as Michael sucked at the small wound.

Michael broke the kiss and gazed at you lovingly.

"God you're so beautiful."

You smiled, trying to hide your flustered reaction. He made your heart do back flips.

Michael kissed you on the cheek, then your lips again.

"Everyone's probably looking for me, I can't be gone too long. After all I am the supreme now." Michael said with a smirk.

"Just a few more minutes please." You whined, pulling him into you.

'Well, I guess I can make time for you." Michael kissed you harshly as if this was the last chance he'd ever get to.

His hand snaked down your back and stopped to tightly wrap around your waist. You couldn't hear anything except heavy breathing from the both of you.

You reached up, lacing your fingers through Michael's hair. You pulled at the long blonde locks.

Michael put his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up around his waist. This gave his easier access to your neck and chest, which he began pressing desperate kisses to.

Michael nipped and sucked at your neck and parts of your slightly exposed chest. Only then did you feel something poking you beneath where your legs were wrapped around Michael's waist.

"Well someone's excited." You stated.

"What can I say?" Michael laughed softly.

You smiled, rolling your eyes at his sarcasm.

"Want me to take care of that for you?"

Michael's face turned red, clearly embarrassed. As much as he tried to hide behind his 'bad boy' persona, he truly was just an awkward guy.

"As much as I'd love that it'll have to be another time. Unfortunately I have more important things to take care of." Michael sighed.

You frowned, disappointed. He was right.

"How about this. Tomorrow night we meet, and we can finish what we started." Michael inquired, tracing his finger across your jawline.

You smiled,

"That works for me."

On that note you and Michael exited the cramped closet. But before stepping out into the hall Michael pulled you in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you lovingly, and you sank into his touch.

"I love you." Michael whispered so quietly you could barely hear him.

"I love you too." You replied with no hesitation.

Michael kissed you on the forehead before stepping out into the hall.

"Till tomorrow, my love." Were his parting words as Michael disappeared around the corner.

You laughed to yourself, what an adventure this was going to be.

[gingerteafairy]

milk me. (kai anderson x f!reader)

Kai gave you a smirk before turning back to his drums and bandmates. But that smirk lingered in your mind, and you knew—he was paying attention to you, and that was never a good sign.

tags: DUB-CON, angst, musician!reader, drummer!kai, anxiety, cursing, oral (m!receiving), slut shaming, health problems, diet restrictions, cum eating, dom!Kai, sub!reader, obsession, dark themes, porn w waaay too much plot.

disclaimer: the coven girls are your band mates, so it's kinda crossover.

Words: 5.7k

The band had become famous, and you still followed them on Instagram, secretly feeling jealous of how successful they had been without you over the past three years. You swore you’d never come back again—not even to see a concert. But one night, your friend told you they were doing a free live show in your city, and you should go see your old mates. You still kept in touch with the bassist—he was one of your best friends. You missed her, and that was enough to get you out of bed and head to the venue. It was a cozy café, one where you and the band used to grab drinks after rehearsals. You arrived way too early. Great.

"Hey, I didn’t expect you to be here!" A familiar voice interrupted your melancholic thoughts. Your friend Zoe, the bassist, exclaimed happily. She stepped back from the keyboard and walked over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. "I missed you."

"Yeah, it's been a while," you replied, hugging her back. "You’re still here?" You knew the answer. She never left. In fact, she became a professional and was recognized for her talent. The posts you scrolled through for hours on Instagram confirmed it.

"Of course. We got new members, new staff. It’s nothing like the mess we had in school. Madison still sings like her life depends on it," she laughed, pulling back from the embrace.

You looked around. Things had really changed. It was better, cleaner, and more organized. For a moment, you wondered if the problem was you. 

A blue-haired guy passed by, and Zoe waved at him. He nodded and went to the drums. You hadn’t noticed him before when you were stalking the band’s Instagram, but now… he was impossible to ignore. There was something dark, mysterious, and almost dangerous about him that drew you in. Something carnal. He met your gaze, and you swallowed hard, feeling your heart skip a beat. You weren’t even paying attention to what Zoe was saying anymore. The eye contact felt like a curse, his stare taking over your mind. A quiet "fuck" slipped from your lips. Thankfully, Zoe thought you were responding to her compliment about how hard one of their songs was. You knew he was trouble. A delicious kind of haunted trouble.

"Hey, you should take a better seat. Let me show you," Zoe’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, breaking the intense eye contact between you and the blue-haired guy.

"No, I’ve already—"

"Oh, shut up. Let’s go," she interrupted, pulling you by the hand.

Zoe spoke to a security guard, who then escorted you to seats right in front of the stage. It wasn’t your favorite spot, but you gave in. Zoe wanted to be kind, and this was her way of showing affection. You sat down, irritated by the excited chatter around you as people discussed the band. That guy was still on your mind, and you caught yourself glancing at him while he spoke to the other members and staff.

A few minutes later, the concert began. You could tell they were so much better than before. The sound sent chills down your spine. You smiled throughout the entire concert, enjoying the music and every detail of it. Madison saw you in the crowd and made the band cheer for you, explaining how you were the amazing guitar player who had found the band. It was so embarrassing, yet so beautiful. You missed it. And that was it—you decided you were coming back to the band, even if you had to fight the new guitarist for your spot.

"Hey!" You greeted shyly, your steps unsure as you walked toward the backstage area.

“You fucking little bitch” Madison ran to you with her finger pointed. You step back in fear, she's terrifying when she’s mad. She stops in front of you and her lips form a bright smile, surprising you with a big bear hug “I missed you so fucking much, you cunt” 

“Me too, Maddie” you replied, feeling your shirt wet by her tears She stepped back to look at your face, her pretty heavy makeup was all ruined. Even crying she was perfect. 

“You're going back to this band or I'll murder you, okay?” she barked, wiping her tears. 

“Okay” you smiled, feeling all band hug you. Except for the blue hair guy standing far away from the collective hug with his arms crossed, smirking when you looked at him. 

“By the way, I have to introduce you to Kai.” Madison made everyone separate from you, pulling you by the hand to face Kai. “So… this is the new guy, Kai. He's replacing that stupid Kim, you remember that dumb bitch?” She sticks her tongue in a disgusted look. “Anyway, he's weird as hell, but he's the best drummer I know” 

You smiled at Madison, but the moment your eyes met his, the smile faltered. Kai was taller than you wondered, and there was something about the way he stood there, his presence commanding and unreadable. Before you could find the words to speak, Madison tugged you along again, excitedly showing you all the changes the band had gone through since you left.

Kai gave you a smirk before turning back to his drums and bandmates. But that smirk lingered in your mind, and you knew—he was paying attention to you, and that was never a good sign.

Nights of preparation and grueling rehearsals passed, but Kai didn't utter a single word to you. It was driving you crazy. He stood there, silent, watching you like you were a specimen under a microscope, observing every move you made as if you were an exotic animal on display. The air between you thickened with tension every time he looked at you. One week till you join the band in a tour and you were thinking about all of the excuses you could use to talk to him.

“Do you think Kai hates me?” you whispered to Zoe, feeling the weight of his gaze from across the room. She raised an eyebrow, eyes trained on Kai as he stretched his back, preparing for another round of practice.

“Why would you think that?” she whispered back, not taking her eyes off him.

Kai’s gaze flicked toward you, and you and Zoe instinctively turned your attention to the wall, pretending to be lost in thought. When his focus shifted, you both dared to look back. His eyes were locked on you again. It was unnerving.

“He just stares at me every time I come here,” you muttered, watching as he casually grabbed his drumsticks. “It’s... kind of scary.”

“I heard he's been in prison.” Madison stepped by your side, smoking her cigarette with her signature bored look. “You think he has tattoos or piercings?”

“I don't know. We shouldn't guess what people did in their pasts. You don't even know that's true.” Zoe argued, slapping Madison's shoulder when she threw smoke in her face. “What the hell?”

“Don't tell me what to do.” She warned, rolling her eyes. “And.” She paused, smirking at Kai flexing his biceps to warm up. “He has this… serial killer look in his eyes, I don't know. It 's hot.” 

You innerly agree, he was hot as hell. Prisoner or not, his eyes told he could commit a crime anytime he felt a little unease with something. 

Zoe shrugged “I don’t know. He’s actually a pretty funny guy with me. He talks about anime with me all the time.”

“Boys don't talk about anime with girls they wanna hook up with. They keep this conversation for the basics.” Madison mocked, looking down at her, receiving a silent treatment.

“Maybe he’s just not sure how to approach you” Zoe said again, rubbing your shoulders.

Her words didn’t help. In fact, they only made it worse. You weren’t fooling anyone—especially not yourself. You weren’t just waiting for his approach. You were craving his attention, hanging on to every flicker of his gaze. His silence was torturing you. It wasn’t a crush anymore; it was a desperate ache. You felt like you were being pulled into a vortex, and all you could do was hold on, desperate for him to finally say something. Anything.

You couldn’t take it anymore. The game had gone on long enough. You had to do something. No more waiting.

“Hi,” you said, your voice trembling slightly as you walked up to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

Kai didn't respond immediately. For a long moment, he simply studied you, his gaze shifting from your eyes to the ground, then back up again. His silence was thick, almost suffocating, as if he was trying to decipher something hidden beneath the surface.

You stood there, a little awkwardly, waiting for him to say something. His lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing. Instead, his eyes softened for a brief moment before he spoke, his voice low and measured.

“Hi,” he finally replied, his tone guarded, as if every word he spoke was carefully considered.

You fought the urge to smile, feeling a strange mix of relief and frustration. There was something magnetic about him, something about the way he kept his distance, but still seemed to be watching, waiting for the right moment to engage. It made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

“So, uh… you like the band?” You blurted out, the question coming out much too fast. You cringed at yourself for how it sounded, as if you were grasping for something to keep the conversation going.

Kai gave you a brief look, his lips pulling into the smallest of smiles before he shrugged. “I guess. I didn’t really know them before… but the music’s good.”

You chuckled nervously, feeling a little relieved that at least you were on the same page about that. "Yeah. It’s definitely... intense." You paused, then added awkwardly, “I used to be in the band, you know? Back in high school.”

Kai’s expression remained neutral, but he nodded slowly, like he was processing the information. “I figured,” he muttered, his voice quiet. “You got that vibe.”

And then, just like that, the conversation seemed to go quiet again. There was something in the air, a kind of mutual recognition. You didn’t know exactly what Kai was thinking, but for the first time, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you weren’t as invisible to him as you had feared.

You cleared your throat again, trying to shake off the unease. “Well, I should probably get back to the others,” you said, suddenly feeling awkward about standing there in silence.

“Yeah. See you around.” He replied, wrapping his hair in a low bun, his cheekbones and eyebags adding a charming look on his attractive face.

“See? I told you he wasn’t scary.” Zoe whispered, waving him goodbye. 

You looked back at him, wanting for his attention, but he already packed up his things to leave. “Yeah. He isn't.”

The day had finally come. Your outfit felt suffocatingly tight as the bus rattled along the uneven road. The fabric clung uncomfortably, amplifying your self-consciousness. You caught Kai glancing at you a few times as you maneuvered through the narrow corridor—retrieving your forgotten phone, heading to the tiny bathroom, or just passing by. His eyes lingered for a fraction longer than polite, yet no words escaped his lips. Not that they ever did.  

When the bus rolled to a stop in front of the hotel, relief swept over you. That evening, the band gathered for a complimentary dinner in a cozy dining room where the centerpiece was an elaborate spread of cheese dishes: creamy fondue, rich cheesecakes, and buttery breadsticks. The air smelled decadent, indulgent—and utterly unkind to you.  

Plot twist: you were lactose intolerant.  

While the others dug in, you sat at the edge of the room, nibbling on a cereal bar and sipping lukewarm Coke from a can. Across the table, Zoe savored every bite of her cheese fondue, moaning softly at the rich flavor. Kai, seated a few chairs away, devoured everything in sight—bread, cakes, dipping sauces. You couldn’t help but watch as he licked the remnants of melted cheese from his fingers, oblivious to the effect his unfiltered satisfaction had on you.  

“Hey, who didn’t get any cheese?” Kai’s voice cut through the chatter, his hand lazily wiping his fingers on his jeans.  

Your stomach twisted. “Uh… I didn’t,” you said softly, shrugging as if it didn’t matter.  

His eyebrows shot up. “Can I have yours?” His tone was casual, almost apologetic, as if he hated himself for asking.  

You hesitated. He didn’t know, couldn’t know, why you weren’t eating. “Sure,” you said, sliding the untouched plate toward him. You watched as he demolished it, the meal vanishing with startling speed.  

After dinner, Kai strolled to the hotel lobby, sprawling on one of the couches with a satisfied groan. Zoe joined him, her laughter ringing out as they talked. Something about the ease between them—the way her hand brushed his knee when she leaned in—made your chest ache.  

You wanted to be her. Just for a moment.  

The invisible weight on your shoulders grew heavier as you retreated to the shared room upstairs. Zoe’s cheerful voice still floated faintly from the lobby. Inside, Madison lay sprawled on her bed, dead to the world, her hair fanned across the pillow in a mess of gold.  

You stood by the window, looking out at the quiet street below, and let the longing sink in. Kai was close—just a floor below you—but he might as well have been on another planet.  

You leaned against the window, letting the cool glass soothe your heated forehead. The streetlights painted golden streaks across the pavement below, cars occasionally passing in a hush. The stillness of the night outside clashed with the chaotic yearning in your chest.  

Kai fucking Anderson.

The way he laughed with Zoe downstairs replayed in your mind like a taunting echo. How did she always manage to be so effortless? So seen? You pulled yourself away from the window and sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your reflection in the small mirror across the room. Your thoughts twisted, irrational and loud.  

You couldn’t sit still. You grabbed your jacket, slipped on your shoes, and stepped out into the dimly lit corridor. Maybe some air would help.  

Downstairs, the hotel lobby was nearly empty. The receptionist tapped away at a computer, oblivious to your presence as you hesitated at the base of the stairs.  

And there he was.  

Kai sat on the same couch, leaning back with one arm draped lazily over the backrest. His other hand held a Monster can, the condensation pooling in droplets on the table beside him. Zoe was gone, leaving him alone in the quiet, his gaze fixed on something unseen.  

Your pulse quickened. Turn back. Go back to the room, your mind whispered. But your feet moved forward, slow and uncertain, until you stood a few feet away.  

“Thanks for the cheese” His voice broke the silence, catching you off guard. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, the faintest trace of a smirk playing on his lips when he glanced at your bare legs. “You’re still awake.”

“I—uh, couldn’t sleep.” You shifted your weight, hugging your jacket around yourself.  

He gestured to the space next to him. “Same here. Want to sit?”  

You hesitated. Then nodded.  

The couch sank slightly under your weight as you sat, careful to leave a respectable gap between you. The air between you felt charged, the silence heavy but not uncomfortable.  

“Not a fan of cheese, huh?” he asked, breaking the quiet.  

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Not exactly. I’m lactose intolerant, allergic to be more specific. I can't even eat a spoon of ice cream without a collapse. The whole dinner was a bit of a nightmare for me. My mind was already at the hospital.”

His brow furrowed, his smirk fading into something closer to guilt. “And I stole your plate. Damn. Sorry, I didn’t know.”  

“It’s fine,” you said quickly, waving it off. “At least it didn’t go to waste.”  

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still, I feel kind of bad. I owe you one, you must be hungry.”  

The words hung in the air, laced with a weight you couldn’t quite place.  

You looked at him, really looked at him, for what felt like the first time. His features were softer in the dim light—his usually sharp jawline slightly relaxed, his dark hair messy and unkempt. There was something vulnerable in the way he avoided your gaze for a moment, almost as if he was afraid of what he’d find if he looked too long.  

“You don’t owe me anything,” you said quietly, surprising even yourself with the sincerity in your voice.  

He met your eyes then, and for a second, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you.  

“You’re attractive,” he said, his voice low and laced with something unrecognizable. “Beautiful.”

“What?” you gasped, your heart skipping a beat as his words sank in. Panic bubbled to the surface as he leaned in, his gaze roaming your face with unsettling focus, like he was memorizing every detail.  

“I want to try something,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower, softer, pulling you into a dangerous undertow. “Would you mind?”  

Your breath hitched, and all you could manage was a shaky, “Uhm…” You nodded slowly, your head moving almost against your will.  

You tried to steady yourself, adjusting your posture in a weak attempt to appear calm. But it was futile. He was too close now, his face mere inches from yours. The scent of him—clean with a hint of something musky—wrapped around you, clouding your thoughts.  

His lips curved into the faintest smile, like he was savoring your nervousness. “Relax,” he whispered, the word barely audible, more felt than heard. “I'm just checking something.”

And then he leaned in closer, the gap between you disappearing with agonizing slowness. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat like a thunderclap in the silence. His lips hovered just over yours, the ghost of a touch sending shivers down your spine.  

Your mind screamed a hundred questions, but none of them mattered. Not when the moment stretched on, and the tension between you snapped taut, pulling you closer, locking you in place.  

His lips brushed against yours—not tentative, not hesitant, but deliberate. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that stole your breath; it was controlled, calculated. Kai moved with precision, his lips firm and purposeful, as if he were testing a theory, searching for an answer that only you could give him.  

You didn’t move, didn’t resist. You simply let him lead, your body still and pliant under his touch. Your hands rested in your lap, fingers curling slightly as you fought the urge to do anything that might break the spell.  

His hand rose slowly, his fingertips grazing the line of your jaw before settling just beneath your chin, tilting your face upward. His touch was light but commanding, and you followed the motion instinctively, your breath steady despite the racing of your heart.  There was no resistance, no hesitation—just silent obedience, as though this moment belongs entirely to him.  

When he finally pulled back, his gaze lingered on your face, studying you like a scientist examining the results of an experiment. His thumb brushed against your cheek, a fleeting touch that felt more curious than tender.  

“Well?” His voice was low, quiet, almost clinical. “How did that feel?” It felt less like a romantic moment and more like you were under a microscope—but for some reason, you didn’t mind

You blinked, your thoughts muddled, your voice soft when you finally answered. “I… don’t know.”  

Kai’s eyes stayed locked on yours, searching, analyzing, as if your silence spoke volumes. His thumb lingered against your bottom lip for a moment longer before he finally drew back, putting just enough space between you to make the air feel colder. 

“You’re exactly what I’ve been searching for,” he said, his voice steady and deliberate, like a revelation he’d just confirmed.  

The weight of his words pressed against you, heavy and incomprehensible. Your lips parted to speak, but no sound came out.  

Before you could piece your thoughts together, Kai leaned back, his usual calm composure slipping effortlessly into place. He stood, adjusting his jacket as though nothing monumental had just occurred.  

“I’ll see you later,” he said, his tone lighter now, almost casual, as though the last few moments hadn’t left you completely unmoored. Without waiting for a response, he turned and strode toward the elevator, his steps unhurried, confident.  

You watched him disappear, the soft chime of the elevator doors echoing faintly in the quiet lobby. And then, you were alone.  

The stillness of the lobby suddenly felt oppressive, and you found yourself retreating back to your room in a daze. You lay down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, your thoughts tangled and restless. His kiss, his words, the way he’d studied you so intently—it all , refusing to be ignored. 

And the questions kept you awake until 3 AM.

You scrambled out of bed, grabbing the first clothes you could find in your suitcase and pulling them on haphazardly. Your reflection in the mirror was far from polished, but you didn’t have time to care, not even to your microskirt you forgot you had. You knew his room, a single one, he was firm in his decision to not share it.

You hurried downstairs, the laces of your shoes haphazardly knotted, and paused at his door. A strange noise reached your ears—soft, unsettling. Run. Danger. Get the fuck out of here. Your instincts screamed, but something stronger compelled you to stay. Taking a shaky breath, you twisted the handle and stepped inside.

Kai sat cross-legged on the bed, the flickering glow of candles casting shadows across his face. The red carpet beneath them bore darkened spots where wax had dripped and hardened. On a small desk nearby rested a music box, its haunting melody weaving through the still air. His expression was unreadable, but a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.  

“You’re late. Close the door and sit,” he commanded, his tone firm yet laced with an edge that sent a shiver racing down your spine. “Take your jacket off.”

Your hesitation lasted only a moment before you obeyed, leaving the piece on the chair and perching awkwardly on the edge of the bed. Your gaze flicked between him and the music box, its tune oddly hypnotic.  

“Come closer. Legs crossed,” Kai instructed, his words slicing through the quiet like a blade. Without thinking, your body complied, moving as though pulled by invisible strings, revealing your underwear shy beyond your legs when the skirt rolled up. 

Kai reached for a small piece of a fruit, Pineapple by the scent, his hand poised mid-air, his dark eyes boring into you with an intensity that made your breath catch. Slowly, deliberately, he brought the fruit to your lips. “Eat.”

Every rational thought screamed for you to run far away from that place, yet you parted your lips. The fruit brushed your tongue, its sweetness spreading as his fingers lingered longer than necessary before withdrawing. You chewed slowly, conscious of his hand now resting lightly on your jaw, umid fingers from your saliva trailing down to your throat as you swallowed.

“Do you know what you just ate?” he murmured, his voice low, almost casual, yet carrying an undercurrent of something sharper.  

“Pineapple,” you replied, your voice small. His gaze bore down on you, unrelenting. 

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Bromelain.”

The word sent a ripple of unease through you. You knew what it was—an enzyme found in pineapple. But the way he said it, the deliberate weight he gave to the word, made it feel far removed from any simple scientific fact. 

“You know what bromelain does to the body?” he asked, picking up another piece of pineapple and guiding it to your lips. His smirk deepened as you obediently opened your mouth again, chewing under his watchful eyes. “Good girl.”

“It aids digestion,” you said quietly, your cheeks flushing under the heat of his praise. But alarm bells rang in your mind, his words unsettling despite their surface simplicity. 

“Correct,” he said, his smile widening, another piece of pineapple. He leaned closer, tilting your chin upward with his fingers, his touch impossibly gentle yet commanding. “And do you know why I’m giving it to you?”

“No…” The word barely escaped your lips, shame curling in your stomach at how readily you’d accepted his offering, swallowing another piece.  

His chuckle was soft, dark, and it sent a tremor down your spine. He pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, coaxing it open just enough for a strand of saliva to glisten before it fell. “Because you need to be ready for what I'll give to you.”

“W-What are you giving me?” you stammered, swallowing hard. The sweetness of the fruit lingered on your tongue, but his nearness overwhelmed every sense.  

His smile never faltered as he leaned even closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Milk.”

Your stomach churned as the realization hit. “Milk?” you whispered, the word barely audible over the faint hum of the music box.

His smirk widened, eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something darker. “That’s right. Milk.”

A cold sweat broke across your skin. Your voice trembled as you spoke, barely above a whisper. “Kai, you know I’m allergic—”

“I know.” He cut you off, the sharpness of his tone making your heart lurch. He chuckled softly, the sound low and almost playful, as though your fear were nothing more than a delightful twist in his game. “Relax,” he said, tilting his head, the smile on his lips at odds with the weight of his words. “This isn’t about harming you. It’s… an experiment.”

“Experiment?” you repeated, your voice strained

He nodded slowly. “You trust me, don’t you?” His tone was light, teasing, but the question hit you like a challenge.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came. The truth was tangled in your throat—Do I have a choice?

“What if I—”

He silenced you with a finger pressed lightly to your lips, his touch gentle but firm. “Shh,” he said, his smirk deepening. “Trust me.”

Before you could respond, his hand moved to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek. His gaze lingered on you, a mix of admiration and something darker simmering beneath the surface.

“You’re incredible,” he said softly, his words sinking into you like a hook. “So obedient, so easy… So fucking perfect for me.” His thumb traced the curve of your lip, and his voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper, his curse echoing in your mind. “Do you know how much I’ve been searching for someone like you?”

Your breath hitched as his face inched closer, the world narrowing until it was only him—the heat of his body, the weight of his gaze. When his lips finally met yours, it was as though the tension snapped, replaced by something intense and consuming.

The kiss was urgent, his control evident in every movement. His hand slid to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. Your whole body shivers when he tuck his hands inside your shirt, squeezing firmly your bare boobs, his smirk is instantaneous. “No bra? You're such a little slut, aren’t you? You were ready for this.” 

He twists your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, smiling when you cry out on his touch. “Kai… I don't think—”

“Quiet.” His tone is harsh, pinching your nipples harder, shutting you in a whimp. “Don't you think I wouldn't notice you looking at me so fucking needy? Begging me to fuck you till you brainrot? Desperate for my attention?”

You couldn't say nothing, moaning ashamed by the darker patch in your underwear growing like a river. He chuckles deviously again before ripping your shirt easily like paper, shivering by the cold air in your warm soft skin. He leans his head down to nip your left nipple before standing up, sighing as he runs his hands through his blue locks. 

“On your knees.” He commanded in a hoarse, undoing his belt on his dark jeans.”Now.”

Your body responded before your mind could catch up, your legs moving to your knees on the bed. His hands down his pants to his knees, getting you a sight of his rock hard cock inside his black boxers, that follow the same path of his pants. 

“God.” You breathe, biting your cheek innerly, breathing turns into a difficult task with his large cock standing tall next to your face.

“Tell me how much you want it.” His voice came out as a growl, as he held your throat softly. 

“Please…Kai, don't make me-” Your voice is merely a whisper with the lack of air, interrupted by the tightened grip, releasing in a second so you could talk more easily. 

“Tell me how desperate you are for this. I know when you lie. I know when everyone fucking lies. So use your words, cunt.” 

“Please. I want you so bad, Kai. Please. I'm desperate.” You exploded, cooed between coughs and sniffs. 

Kai chuckled at your poor reaction, giving space for you to breathe as he ruffled your hair in an affectionate way, rubbing his length against your cheek. “You're scared?” 

Your orbs catch his unreadable eyes, blinking nervously, his thumb brushing over your nipple while he wrapped his hand around his pulsating cock, softly groaning at the feeling. You pant, replying in a pity voice, “No.”

“Good.” He pouted, brushing a strand of hair from your face, before speaking in a low, dominant whisper “Suck.”

Your heart raced, your stomach twisting in awe and unease. Then, you part your lips, your flat tongue takes a long lick from his base to the tip, nerves sensing his taste while your hands grab his length on the base as your mouth accommodates his size.

“Fuck.” He breaths, moving his hands to the back of your neck to command a slow rhythm, decorating every spot of your mouth. “Touch yourself, I wanna watch you cum while you suck me like a whore.”

You felt ashamed for liking his harsh talk so much, opening wider your mouth, sobbing when his tip reached your throat as his thrusts became desperate. Your fingers tucked desperately inside your panties, stroking your clit just to slide one finger inside you, purring in his cock, til he slaps your hand.  

“Keep your pussy for me, rub your clit.” He hoarses, smirking when you take it out to stroke your spot while you suck his tip.

His hand linger on your hair, pulling it to put you in place as he fucks himself in your mouth, smirking at your crying face, sobbs and drool flowing on your face, which he squeezes after a slap. “Take your punishment for wearing those slut skirts in front of me. You like it, don't you? You like fuck fuck, keep going, babe.”

The vibration of your moans gets him high, rolling his eyes on the back of his head while he concentrates on your fast fingers, twisting. “You gonna cum sucking my cock? Gonna milk my bed?”

You murmur a muffled yes, closing your eyes by feeling your exploding orgasm closer, clenching on the bed. “No, no, no, no. Look at me” He growls, taking your aching jaw in his hand, another whimper escaping from your lips when you face him again with swollen eyes. “Yeah, just like this. Good girl.” 

He chuckles, hardening the grip in your hair as he gets down on your throat, laughing at your gag reflex. “God, you’re so pathetic. Can't live without a cock fucking your throat. So perfect, crying on my cock. So fucking obedient. Ooooh I'm gonna cum inside your mouth and give you the fucking milk you crave. You say that you could collapse by drinking it, but you want so badly, don't you? You want to take my fucking cum to feed yourself. You didn't have dinner, huh? My princess is starving. Take everything, babe. Come on, take it. Take it fuck” he babbles, moaning shamelessly with his cocking pulsating. 

Kai rocks his hips deeper till you feel warm thick wires in your throat with a breathed moan as he reaches his climax, pumping his seed deep and roughly, looking down to your suffering face taking all his spilling cum. “Drink.” 

Your eyes close firmly as you swallow his thick cum, gagging and coughing at the process, the liquid smooth and faintly salty against your laringe. Kai’s smile grew, his dark eyes softening as he leaned closer to kiss the top of your head, his voice low and warm. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with approval when he popped out his softened cock. “See? You did it. I'm so proud of you.” 

His words sent a strange warmth through you, cutting through the fear and arousal, leaving something else in its wake—a flicker of pride enough to rip your lips in a grin. 

Before you could even move, he lay you down on the bed, placing himself between your legs to spread them, catching both your wrists to pin them over your head with one hand, while the other hooked up your legs over his shoulders. “Kai what are you doing—” you try to protest being shut by a rough kiss.

“My girl deserves a reward for being so brave.” He began, leaning down to peck your lips, lifting to nip the thigh placed comfortably in his shoulders. “I'm gonna milk you everyday till you forget about any fucking meal you wanted to taste and couldn't have. You’re mine now, no more starving. Milk me.”

@anitalenia divider

[nails4breakfast-tacks4snacks]

I wanna sing karaoke with him

[sawyerconfort]

ask me a prompt!

So, I've decided that I'm going to innovate with the AHS: Coven imagines and write them based on a new list of prompts (now made exclusively by me), to help with ordering and writing as well.

Ask rules remain the same, but now you can use more than one prompt when you ask me! I'll use the same list for the other fandoms I write about, if anyone wants it, feel free to ask.

Requests are open!

PROMPTS HEREEEEE:

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“you smell really nice.”

“is that my shirt?”

“i think i’m falling for you.”

“you okay?”

“i’m here with you.”

“was that your first kiss?”

“please, i want cuddles.”

“yes, you can hold my hand, sweetie.”

“go to sleep.”

“i’ll keep you warm.”

“it’s a surprise.”

“i’d never be afraid of you.”

“i’ll always protect you, no matter what.”

“i trust you.”

“will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend?”

“will you marry me?”

“why are we hiding?”

“please, talk to me.”

“it’s okay, you can cry.”

“hold still.”

“i’m glad you’re okay.”

“you’re here with me.”

“i missed you.”

“don’t go!”

“listen, i didn’t mean to scare you.”

“looking good, babe!”

“did you just called me baby?”

“you called me.”

“baby.”

“you’re my family.”

“you matter to me.”

“language!”

“kiss me.”

“i’m ready.”

“was that good enough for you?”

“you’re my whole world.”

“i love you.”

“what do you mean with... pregnant?”

“stay.”

“no, i’ll take care of you.”

“are you hungry?”

“tell me who hurt you.”

“i’ll be the little spoon.”

“you’re sick, you need to rest.”

“who’s jealous?”

“who’s she/he/they?”

“you’re so jealous.”

“you look sexy.”

“take off your clothes.”

“let me unzip your dress, please.”

“i will never get enough of you.” 

 “use your words.”

"don't hold back.."

REQUESTS OPEN!

Feel free to ask!

[trashland-llamas]

X-Men (2000)

Just imagine seeing your senator after days of missing turn up on the nearby beach, naked. like I'm sorry but that shit is wild. That and he ends up with a mutation; y'know, the thing he's been lobbying against. sounds familiar, eh?

Oh great, Cerebro (slowpoke has a cousin apparently) triggers the tinnitus

Senator Kelly talking to Storm and how he's shown to be leaking fluid reminds me of that story about the dude (Hisashi Ouchi) who got radiation poisoning and ended up liquifying from the inside out.

I am terrible at identifying when folks are being mimicked by Mystique. Had me pissed at Bobby even though he didn't do anything + they even flashed her yellow eyes.

Oh, to be as cunty as Mystique, casually voguing mid-fight

White streak in my hair, no stress now /ref (sorry not sorry, had to)

Also even before watching this movie, every time I see Rogue with her purple scarf, I just think of the girl with the green ribbon. Like her head's gonna lop off if she removes it

But I do prefer how they visually depicted her mutation over AHS's Coven with Zoe Benson

Favorite mutant in this one goes to Toad, his shit looks cool as f

[briaroftheroses]

Request Rules

I’m finally getting around to writing out my request rules! If you would like to request a fic, hc set, drabble, etc. please read over these rules before submitting. Please also check this post regularly as I will add things as I go.

Things I Will Write For

Fem/GN reader, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, dark themes/fics, praise, degradation, use of strap ons, p in v, creampies, throat fucking, both m and f receiving oral, multiple characters in one fic, choking, impact play, dacryphilia, pain play, bondage (nothing with legs specifically being restrained though), blood play (mostly only for AHS fics), d/s dynamics, BDSM, dub-con/non-con, piss, boot play/worship - feel free to ask about kinks not listed here because there is no way i named them all

Things I Will Not Write For

Male reader, character x character with no reader, beastiality, pedophilia, scat, underage characters (except platonically), gore and non-canon character death (except for in the case of things like murder house and hotel in which they would become a ghost), real-life people (such as actors), even though I might write for dom reader please do not request it.

If there’s anything not mentioned here, feel free to ask before making a request.

Specify the general length of the fic you want.

Please keep in mind that requests can take a while and I may switch between writing them and my own personal projects.

Keep in mind that if you’re vague with the description then I am less likely to write what you imagine and it will take me longer.

When asking about unlisted characters, please include the type of fic you would like to request with them.

Characters I Write For

Evan Peters

Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Austin Sommers (please no spoilers in the requests for any characters after Hotel), Peter Maximoff, Warren Lipka, Luke Cooper - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

AHS

Vivien Harmon, Violet Harmon (platonically), Billie Dean Howard, Alma Walker, Lana Winters, Sister Mary Eunice McKee, Zoe Benson, Marie Laveau, Madison Montgomery (depending on the request), Cordelia Foxx/Goode, Misty Day, Fiona Goode, young!Fiona Goode, Amazon Eve, Desiree Dupree, Edward Mordrake, Dandy Mott, The Countess, Sally McKenna, Ramona Royale, Winter Anderson (please no spoilers in the requests for any characters after Hotel) - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

Matthew Gray Gubler

Spencer Reid, Chip Taylor, Thorn (King Knight), Raymond (Suburban Gothic), Wes (Dollface), Paul ((500) Days of Summer) - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

Criminal Minds

Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Elle Greenaway, Cat Adams, Megan Kane - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

WWE

Rhea Ripley, Dominik Mysterio, TJD (only if including Rhea), Liv Morgan, Becky Lynch

this list will be updated regularly as i watch more shows/movies/seasons of ahs, so feel free to check regularly :) also feel free to ask about characters not listed, but there is no guarantee i will write for them.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Bucky Barnes Playlist

I have a really extensive playlist for Bucky and I’m just posting the top songs that I feel go perfectly with him

These are my Top Picks

Holding Onto Smoke -Motionless in White

Catharsis -Motionless in White

Fix You -Coldplay

Candyman -Christina Aguilera

Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked -Cage the Elephant

Little Lion Man -Mumford and Sons

Demons -Imagine Dragons

Monster -STARSET

I’ll be Good -Jaymes Young

It’s Been a Long, Long Time -Kitty Kallen

Numb -LINKIN PARK

Broken -lovelytheband

Soldier -Samantha Jade

Roaring 20s -Panic @ the Disco

Hold On Til May -Pierce the Veil

Human -Rag’n’Bone Man

Lonely Dance -Set it Off

My Name (Wearing Me Out) -Shinedown

Already Gone -Sleeping at Last

Anti-Hero -Taylor Swift

Shattered -Trading Yesterday

Chivalry is Dead -Trevor Wesley

Run Boy Run -Woodkid

Control -Zoe Wees

The Devil Within -Digital Daggers

Here’s a big portion of the rest of my Bucky Barnes Playlist

Disguise -Motionless in White

Another Life -Motionless in White

Masterpiece -Motionless in White

Porcelain -Motionless in White

Hello, Brooklyn -All Time Low

Monsters -All Time Low

Hey Brother -Avicii

Bad Reputation -Avril Lavigne

everything I wanted -Billie Eilish

Bad Guy -Billie Eilish

Insane -Black Gryph0n & Bassik

Have a Nice Day -Bon Jovi

Human -Christina Perri

Criminal -Britney Spears

Popular Monster -Falling in Reverse

Wrong Side of Heaven -5 Finger Death Punch

Kill of the Night -Gin Wigmore

Echo -Jason Walker

Monster -Imagine Dragons

Rise -Katy Perry

Part of Me -Katy Perry

Brother -Kodaline

All I Want -Kodaline

We Don’t Talk About Bruno -Encanto

Monster -Reckless Love

In the Stars -Benson Boone

Happier -Marshmello

That’s Just Life -Memphis May Fire

Carry on my Wayward Son (cover) -Neoni

I’m No Good -New Years Day

How You Remind Me -Nickelback

Apologize -OneRepublic

Counting Stars -OneRepublic

Try -P!nk

The Good, The Bad, and the Dirty -Panic @ the Disco

The Only Exception -Paramore

No Way Out -Phil Collins

Strangers Like Me -Phil Collins

A Match into Water -Pierce the Veil

Holding on and Letting Go -Ross Cooperman

Play with Fire -Sam Tinnesz

Killer in the Mirror -Set it Off

Duality -Set it Off

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing -Set it Off

Treat You Better -Shawn Mendes

MONSTERS -Shinedown

Sick of it -Skillet

Rise -Skillet

Feel Invincible -Skillet

The Resistance -Skillet

Animal I Have Become -Three Days Grace

New Perspective -Panic @ the Disco

Here Without You -3 Doors Down

Iris -Goo Goo Dolls

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

[femslashrevolution]

Popular Pairing List Update

The following pairings have more than 10 recent posts in their pairing tag, and are therefore too popular to be posted on Rarepair Thursdays:

Aerith Gainsborough x Tifa Lockhart (Final Fantasy)

Amelia Collins x Zoe Miller (Class of '07)

Anaïs Davis x Bobbie De Bruyn (wtFOCK)

Aninlaphat Sawetwarit x Pilanthita Kasidit (The Loyal Pin)

Anna x Elsa (Disney Princesses)

Applejack x Fluttershy (My Little Pony)

Azula x Ty Lee (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Barbara Holland x Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Bérénice Leblond x Carla Furiani (Ici tout commence)

Blaze x Kristina Corinthos Davis (General Hospital)

Buffy Summers x Cordelia Chase (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Cady Heron x Regina George (Mean Girls; Mean Girls Musical)

Cate Randa x May Olowe Hewitt (Monarch: Legacy of Monsters)

Clary Fray x Isabelle Lightwood (The Mortal Instruments)

Darcy Lewis x Wanda Maximoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Delia Ketchum x Jessie (Pokemon)

Dorcas Meadowes x Marlene McKinnon (Harry Potter)

Dorcas Meadowes x Narcissa Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Earth x Sun (23.5)

Eileen Dunlop x Rebecca (Eileen)

Eve Unwin x Suki Panesar (Eastenders)

Falin Touden x Marcille Donato (Delicious in Dungeon)

Fluttershy x Rarity (My Little Pony)

Ginny Weasley x Pansy Parkinson (Harry Potter)

Gwen Runck x Nikki (That 90's Show)

Gwen Stacy x Mary Jane Watson (Marvel Comics)

Jack Danvers x Keeley Jones (Ted Lasso)

Kristi Miller x Marielle (From)

Harper Row x Stephanie Brown (DCU; Gotham Knights)

Harumoto Itsuki x Hayashi Fuyu (Chaser Game W)

Ink x Pa (Bad Buddy)

Jamie x Marian (Drive-Away Dolls)

Jiang Zhaoyun x Lan Ze (Legend of Yunze)

Lady Hideko x Sook Hee (The Handmaiden)

Luce x Rachel (Imagine Me & You)

Margaery Tyrell x Sansa Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Padmé Amidala x Sabé (Star Wars)

Prang x Warang (Love Senior)

Sabine Wren x Shin Hati (Star Wars)

The following pairings have been posted less frequently recently, and have therefore been removed from the popular pairing list:

AJ Campos x Paige Evans (Crush)

Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU)

Amalia True x Penance Adair (The Nevers)

Amanita Caplan x Nomi Marks (Sense8)

Ana Servín x Mariana Herrera (Madre sólo hay dos)

Anne Shirley x Diana Barry (Anne of Green Gables; Anne With An E)

Ava Coleman x Janine Teagues (Abbott Elementary)

Beca Mitchell x Chloe Beale (Pitch Perfect)

Becky Baker x Imogen Moreno (Degrassi: The Next Generation)

Bette Porter x Tina Kennard (The L Word)

Casey Gardner x Izzie (Atypical)

Deena Johnson x Samantha Fraser (Fear Street)

Eleanor Levetan x Gabbi Broussard (Do Revenge)

Frankie Bergstein x Grace Hanson (Grace and Frankie)

Frannie Langton x Marguerite Benham (The Confessions of Frannie Langton)

Héloïse x Marianne (Portrait of a Lady on Fire)

Imogen Temult x Laudna (Critical Role)

Jen Harding x Judy Hale (Dead to Me)

Jules Vaughn x Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Keeley Jones x Rebecca Welton (Ted Lasso)

Malini x Priya (The Jasmine Throne)

Maria Hill x Natasha Romanoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe; Marvel Comics)

Riri Williams x Shuri (Marvel Cinematic Universe; Marvel Comics)

Shelby Goodkind x Toni Shalifoe (The Wilds)

[irehluvr]

ahs characters as quotes in my quote book

i want to have syphillis for attention

hypodermic sally

he's gonna go in the yearbook as most likely to own his own sex doll

kai anderson

im balls deep in this cult shit

kai anderson

my lust for blood isnt as strong as my lust for your cum

donovan and tristan (about the countess)

of course i brought massive fucking dildos to a funeral

zoe benson

you cant fit a 20 inch girl cock in your mouth with a jaw

twisty the clown

GUYS! GUYS! GUYS! GUYS! america is falling apart! it's my constitutional right to own fireworks

kai anderson

imagine me raping someone

tate langdon

authorities looking for a "baby girl" suspect involved in 4 violent crimes

james patrick march

tate langdon

morgue molester was my nickname in highschool

zoe benson

[gothicwidowsworld]

Hallows Eve ○ Z.B

A/N it's not halloween yet lol but it's my favourite holiday and I literally just watched this episode yesterday so here it goes x

Imagine...

Y/N wasn't like most children, she loved her leather jackets and doc Martins from a young age and grew up on the classics like AC/DC, Black Sabbath & Iron Maiden. Oh and she was a witch... yep you heard that correctly. Y/N arrived at Miss Robichaux's Academy at a younger age then most and it was a bigger adjustment too, you see the y/s/c girl was from the UK. There weren't really any 'school's' like this back home unless you counted hogwarts but sadly that was just fictional. You see witches were a dying breed as most who knew they carried the bloodline just simply refuse to reproduce. So at the age of 10 Y/N was sent away after setting fire to her belittling and abusive father which in turn sent the whole house ablaze. It was a pretty big story in the press at the time because the firemen couldn't find any cause of the fire, nor could it be explained how a small girl managed to survive it without even a scrape or bruise...well of any sort of mark really.

Now even though a couple of years had past the small girl was now a teenager and was just as sarcastic and dark as she was when she first stepped foot into the building much to Cordelia's dismay. Over the years Cordelia had become like a mother to the girl hoping she would open up and to give her the life of any other young girl. However Y/N found it a lot more fun to hex people into letting her do things she shouldn't. Mainly to see horror films that she was not old enough to watch even if she did have Delia's permission (which would never have been an option anyway). So the night of Halloween (or hallows eve if you want) Y/N had no costume just a big pile of movies to get through before dawn and believe me she would. Well she would of if she hadn't been interrupted while watching Scream by well a scream, when the screaming didn't stop and only quietened to small breathless whimpers the y/h/c girl simply huffed pausing the movie and decided to investigate.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON!" The british Teen yelled stomping down the stairs to find Zoe, Nan and Luke stood behind the new maid (clearly Delphine LaLaurie) with shards of glass and candy strewn all over the floor. "Aw did some little kids scare you lady?" Y/N questioned mockingly leaning against the banister of the grand staircase, turning swiftly to the group of teens Madame LaLaurie simply shook her head "All hell has opened up on our doorstep." Thinking the crazy old bat was just being dramatic Y/N simply rolled her eyes as Queenie came to join the gathering crowd, however when the banging didn't cease "Right I'll get my bat" the youngster stated to the room before restomping up the stairs.

When the girl returned the group had disappeared and like a scene in the horror movies she loved the front door loomed ahead creaking just loudly enough to be audible in the subtle wind. With an artist like flare Y/N sighed swinging her beloved bat with nails over her shoulder.

The scene outside was simply carnage, body parts laid here and there like the devil had kicked his toys out the pram and had a temper tantrum. Zoe held two pots in her hands hoping to distract the zombies from Nan and Luke while screaming at the top of her lungs. "What an idiot" Y/N hissed what was Zoe thinking... actually take that back she clearly wasn't! There was only one way this was going to end if Y/N didn't help and she was sure Zoe didn't want her final words to literally be shit. Grabbing the pale girls wrist Y/N took off running dragging the poor girl behind her to the semi safety of the  Cordelia's old garden shed, while the English girl knew the door wouldn't hold them back for long maybe just maybe it would be long enough to come up with some sort of plan. Frantically looking around for a weapon of some sort her eyes landed on a chainsaw. It was a tad rusty and had peeling paint but they weren't exactly looking for something with aesthetic, silently she thrusted the heap of rusting metal to her friend "Ready to kick some arse?" The leather clad girl questioned looking for some form of sign the Zoe was ok and ready to fight, only getting a small nod in return Y/N simply grinned like a mad woman before kicking the door down. Zoe was normally a shy girl but even Y/N had to admit the American look hot welding a chainsaw that just seemed to sing after not being used for so long, so she told her exactly that before swing her bat into the head of a decaying corpse smashing it like a coconut at the fête.

The next morning was spent clearing up the mess and destruction, still somewhat hyped the foreign minor chucked mangled limbs onto the bonfire "Last night was some real Shaun of the dead kinda shit" she stated to the other two girls helping clean up. Turning to Zoe Y/N winked at the girl while wiping her gloved hands "Still think you looked hot as fuck with that saw" Before walking away.

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[raleigh-ocean]

zoe outing herself as a witch | headcanon

(i saw a @lana-b-bana tag and i had to do it because if felt right to do so)

so you were curious about what happened after The Kiss (tm)?

let’s take it back to 1:40- wait this isn’t from this fandom

let’s take it back to you two walking hand in hand in the Academy

still fireworks in your stomach and the whole thing

shit you kissed the girl you loved like 2 minutes ago???

TWICE???

but your brain cells were wrapping that for you 

so just had to focus in meeting Zoe’s mom?

or boss or whatever

overall stepping in her house was a big deal

Zoe nervousness kept growing and growing, tied knot in her throat while she took your coats to put them in the entrance and guide you to the kitchen

some girls giggled in the way, after all it was an Academy and they still had classes apparently so it wasn’t a situation you didn’t expected

you two helped yourselves some drinks before a girl (Queenie) went to the kitchen to do the same

‘oh shit, newbie today?’

‘actually...no’

Zoe’s shy voice and blush gave it away and Queenie grinned like no tomorrow but at the same time knew why you were there

‘do you want me to stay here with them while you talk to Cordelia?’

let me tell you that when Zoe leaves, Queenie and you remained in this uncomfortable and tight silence 

until she cracks a joke and when Zoe comes back with this blonde woman by her side that you assume is ‘Cordelia’, they found you laughing your asses off

‘why don’t we go to the dining room? we could talk more privately there’

shit that’s said in a really serious tone 

so when you sat in there and realize Zoe was trying to not look at you, you held her hand and intertwine your fingers

‘everything okay?’

‘kind of’ Zoe wince a bit and Cordelia smile at you in this reassuring way you don’t really like ‘is just that i didn’t tell you the whole truth about me’

even there you didn’t pull your hand away

‘if you are going to tell me that you are serial killer, well at least i’m going down by the hand of a pretty woman’

that put both at ease and Cordelia chuckle a bit and then takes the lead of the conversation

‘tell me Y/N, did you hear about witches?’

oh boy

OH BOY

Zoe looks so afraid all the time, listening you two ‘talk’ or more like Cordelia doing the talk and you replying with short sentences and little faces 

but you are not letting go of her hand so???????

‘how do i know you are not pulling my le-’

and the fucking centerpiece is on fire all of a sudden

and you are feeling like you can’t breath for a second

and Zoe is 100% sure you are going to faint

‘holy fucking cow you are a witch; was it you?? what else can you do??’

well THAT was the trickiest question

‘i can’t do pyrokinesis but the other thing I wanted to talk about too is related to that but I don’t know if maybe it’s too much and and-’

kissing Zoe again felt like the right thing to do

‘whatever it is, I’ll listen Zoe’ your tiny smile reassure her more than anything in the world ‘i’m not running away, if you thought that I was this important to tell me all of this, then why would I run now? I care about you’

Cordelia is sweating bullets at this point

one thing is pyrokinesis and the killer vagina is in another level

you faint right after the explanation

but when you wake up Zoe looks like she is in the verge of tears and she is thinking about how you are going to run away now and-

‘we will figure something out, don’t fret baby’

it will take some time to process all this new information okay? it’s really a lot to take in 

then another blonde woman enter the dining room

‘hey what are you all doin’ here- oh that’s Zoe’s sweetheart?’ Misty is smiling sweetly ‘would you want to stay for dinner? you look like you need some food in your belly’

‘would you like to stay forever’ Cordelia is sobbing at this point like the proud mama bear she is 

because out of all her girls Zoe is her soft spot

and watching how she found love in someone like you makes her feel all those maternal instincts she had bundle up in her chest

Zoe is a sobbing mess too but a really happy one

and you thought that yeah, witch or not, you would love her just the same

she was still your Zoe 

that was all that mattered to you at the end of the day

[gingerteafairy]

exist for Love.(zoe benson x f!reader)

✮𝑾𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝑬𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒂✮

A transferred student in the middle of the year wouldn't exactly be a dream to everyone in school, even worse to you and your avoidant personality, opposite to the standard of a fairy behavior, fairy repellent. You did want to make friends, however, everyone had their groupies and bonds. So the mother fairy came with a risky idea, to get along with the most silly weird creatures of all: humans. Mission: get back with a friend and don't follow the wire. To end up with your last chance to blend into the crowd, you were late, interrupting the science class of Ms. Jenkins, all eyes on you.

Tags: witch!zoe, fairy!reader, innocence, fluff w smut, girls love, destiny somehow.

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“Oh, someone got lost on her first day!”The teacher exclaimed, directioning all the eyes of the room to watch you rubbing your forearm to calm your nerves. “This is (Y/N). She's transferred from…”

“Kansas.” You lied, saying the first thing that came into your mouth, remembering the little geography class Mother Fairy gave to you.

“Great. Welcome to New Orleans. Be nice to her, everyone. Would you like to talk more about you, dear?”

“Uhm… no, actually.” You answered unsure, avoiding eye contact with the older woman and the others, using your hair to hide your face.

“Come on, dear. Don't be shy. What do you like?” Ms. Jenkins smiled, touching your shoulders, seeing you rock in place, making yourself even smaller. Isn't the duty of a teacher to recognize social anxiety in students?

“Cats?” Your voice sounded so weak and low, bearly could be heard.

“What, honey?” She insisted. Your heart races when you see people whispering and laughing at you, feeling sweat in your hands.

“Louder. I can't hear you.” A freckled boy mocked two seats away from you, causing a commotion of buzzed chortles. Ruined, it's all ruined. Mother Fairy will dump me.

“She said cats.” A girl's voice is heard on the other side of the science lab with her hand raised. A silence is established, pissed looks on her. The goddess sent you a savior. “Can we talk about the frogs, please? I want that surgery thing again, it's cool.”

“Zoe, you'll end up murdering all the frogs of the world.” The teacher hissed at her, going back her orbs at yours with a pleasant smile. “Take a seat, hm? Zoe doesn't have a pair today, nothing new.” Her tone made you angry, were all the humans disgusting like this? She was mistreating the girl who saved you.

“Maybe the bitch murdered the last girl like the frogs here.” One boy whispered and the whole classroom burst into laughter. You fist your hand, how could they do it? Zoe on the other hand wasn't intimidated, she just shrugged.

“Maybe I should murder you too.” She hissed back and the guy froze, nervously chuckling to hide his fear. Zoe smirked and looked up to your sparkling proud eyes that made her smirk fall into a scared look. Something in you didn't feel normal.

While your body moves to the seat next to Zoe, crossing by the noise and buzzes of the teenagers around, you feel a strange yet comforting sensation. A wire attracting you to her, strong like iron cables. Prettier than all nature you were surrounded in the forest. Being moved only by it, not feeling your legs anymore, controlling your joyous bright transparent wings to not show up. Zoe corrected her posture, feeling her body pulse, heat, heart trembled. She felt it too. Way harder. Deep in her mind, sewing her soul like a carpet. Numb, you sat next to her, too close for its normal for strangers. You swallow, knot forming in your lower stomach with her hypnotizing aura, the wire still between you, invisible. Pushing like a magnetic field.

“Zoe Benson.” she breathed, breaking the uncommon silence between the eye contact, offering her hand on a handshake, which was prolonged enough to feel your palm sweaty, mixing with your vanilla hand moisturizer.

“(Y/N)” You simply said, touching her hand on hers, feeling the softness and red fruits scent of her hair. It felt like a love potion in your mind, cherry flavored. Never wanting to let her hand go away

“Cats are the best, don't you think?” She bubbled, pink shade in your cheeks reporting your shy surprise at her memory of your likes in class. Normally everyone would just ignore you and Zoe was talking about something you really liked. You controlled your heavy breath.

“Yes, I love them. I have two girl cats. Tinker Bell and Sabrina.” your voice isn't weak anymore, in fact, it was cute like a kitten, driving a sense of care in Zoe that watched you talk about your cats so vividly.

“A witch and a fairy, huh?” She chuckled, slowly pushing her hand back and resting her head on her hand placed on the desk, her straight hair falling like cascade on the surface, a pretty shiny strand slightly covering her cheek. “Cool.”

“Do you have cats?” You asked, cheery. You could spend hours talking about these creatures. She took a second to answer, her lips forming a straight line. With hands feeling empty without hers, you joined yours on your lap.

“yeah, I…got a black one.” She responded casually, noticing how bright your eyes seemed in the daylight, shining like the full moon he saw through her room. “Beautiful…”

“It must be.” You cheered, clapping your tiny hands like a child. Zoe thank the gods that you didn't notice she was talking about you. She smiled at you, butterflies surged in your stomach at her simple gesture. “Can I see it?”

Zoe's eyes weirdly dances around the classroom, looking for the best answer to you, interrupted by the teacher calling her attention to pay attention to the lesson. You tilt your head in confusion, maybe it was too private for her, you got too carried away to even think about her privacy. Your body turned small again, guilty.

“Don't worry, okay?” Zoe whispered, noticing your concern, comforting you with her silk tone. You nodded, examining your pink fingernails. “I'll show you after class.”

The class followed normally, difficult to concentrate with her by your side, gazing at her multiple times during the lesson. Sometimes the teacher asked something, you knew the answer, you learned a lot more about insects in the forest than about yourself. Zoe was astonished with you, admiring how wonderful and intelligent you are. She wondered if you were also a witch, putting a spell on her.

“Hey, don't mind if someone treats you like… you know…shit.” She warned, annoyed, while sharing her umbrella with you. Raindrops falling beautifully from the sky, filling the lovely atmosphere. “That place is a wicked mess.”

“Why does everyone treat you like this, Zoe?” You inquired innocently, big doe eyes to her. She held her purse firmly, her lips forming a straight line.

“I got involved in an accident. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong person.” She explained, sore in the heart, remembering the deadboy beneath her, covered in blood. “It was my fault, I think. I mean, everyone says it.”

“What have you done?” God, you were so innocent. She didn't want to ruin her image of you. Yet, she felt safe, a feeling that you would comprehend her.

“You'll understand when we get home.” She suggested and you nodded, gaining time to think about the explanation she would give to you.

You followed a long avenue, stopping in front of a big white house with huge black metal bars surrounding all the building. A sinister aura was over the place, you took a step back, but Zoe’s face gave you strength to pass through the dark gate and the front door, leaving the beautiful garden behind you.

“Aren't you tired to torture yourself on your little walks, miss Benson?” A blonde woman appeared from the long corridor with a lustrous black dress, holding a cup of whiskey with a cigarette on her fingers. She elegantly walks, like a queen.

“Better than being trapped here, Fiona.” Zoe added, closing the door behind you. Crows flew outside the door, like a horror movie scenario. You move unquiet in your place till Fiona analyzes you, stomping her feet a second later.

“What the hell is something like her doing here?” Fiona barked with a disgusted look, throwing her whiskey in you, soaking your shirt with alcohol. “Filthy thing, go away!”

“What the hell, Fiona?” Zoe yelled with a frown, taking off her coat to dry the patch in your white shirt. She loudly breathes, sitting on her armchair, smoking her cigarette nonchalantly, slightly happy with your discontent.

“You're helpless.” Fiona chuckles, throwing her cigarette on the floor, crossing her legs. “Running from your sister, risking your life and bringing this… horrid thing to our house.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She blurted, getting closer to the older woman with a serious tone, clicking her tongue.

“No, lady. What the hell is wrong with you? Bringing that garbage here, rotting our floor. Those things should have been killed years ago. Even piss is better than the water they drink.” Her harsh tone caused your eyes to collapse in tears. Zoe slapped the woman's face but she froze. Regretting every cell of her action, she would be dead later, for sure. Fiona threw her head back in laughter, raising a hand.

“Zoe. Fiona.” Another blond woman appeared in the room, the others instantly correcting their posture, interrupting Fiona's action. “Manners are inquired when we have a guest.”

She smiled gently at you, a motherly aura stopped your tears from falling. She got closer, carefully, examining your very reactions to her approach. The blond woman gets a white cloth from her pocket, wiping your tears, focusing on how they shine on her fabric. You sob, a weak smile appearing in your face.

“Spare me for this shit. I'm going upstairs.” Fiona bursts, she marches to a mini bar, filling her cup with whiskey again before disappearing on the second floor. Her fancy scarpin stomping on the floor was the only sound remarking she was in the house.

“I'm sorry for her attitude, my dear.” The woman excuses, holding your hand. “I'm Cordelia. I'm really happy to see one of your kind with us. What's your name?”

“(Y/N)...” Your whispered voice sounded like a sad kitten in the rain, weak and vulnerable.

“What do you mean one of her kind?” Zoe interjected, finally staying by your side again, her pupils dilated with your crying face, it was sparkling like glitter in your cheeks where the tears flew.

“Your lack of knowledge is understandable, Zoe.” She reasoned, caressing your knuckle. “She's a fairy. We thought they were extinct ages ago. You must have felt her energy.”

The younger girl's eyes widen open, every piece of the puzzle finally making some sense in her head. Your innocence, bright eyes, sensitiveness, warm aura she wasn't used to feeling, hugging her body. You slump your shoulders, brows raised, pulled together, afraid. Zoe rapidly blinks, switching her eyes to you and Cordelia.

“So, why does Fiona treat her like that?” She agonized, glimpsing Cordelia deep breath, adjusting her delicate watch on her wrist. “It 's not fair. She's one of us.”

“It's a long story, dear.” Cordelia assured, a sign the conversation was over by now. “She needs clean clothes. Can you take her to your room?”

“Sure.” She responded, holding your hand again, accompanying you upstairs to her room.

She opens the door to a simple room with two beds and wardrobes. One side looked completely messy, cigarettes and clothes on the floor and the other side was organized and clean. Her side.

“Sorry, Madison never cleans her side. Chaotic just like her.” she pondered, closing the door, perambulating to her wardrobe, picking the only white shirt he had in it, cause it just matches you perfectly. “Here.”

You analyzed the cute baby doll top, smiling at the little lace in the middle. Your hands get in the hem of your shirt, undressing right away, showing your bare breast, nipples shivering at the cold hair on them.

“Jesus Christ.” Zoe yells, quickly turning around, pressing her eyes firmly. Her heart almost jumped off her chest.

“Why did you turn around?” You murmur confused, getting closer to her, your breast touching her bare arm.

“Shit.” She muttered, nipping her finger. Her face is getting warmer and beet-red, a familiar umid feeling between her legs appears.

“Are you okay? You're red! Is it a fever?” You exclaimed, getting even closer, setting up your palm to see her temperature. She clenches her jaw feeling your touch and the soft meat placed in her arm again.

“Dress it, please.” She begged, placing her shirt in your hand. You hum a yes, dressing it right away.

“Done.” You assured, seeing Zoe face you again, holding her breath. Your chest image is not leaving her mind for a second.

“It looks better on you than on me.” She compliments showing her hands, doing her best to sound casual. “You can borrow if you want.”

“Seriously?” you cheer, grinning, hugging her with arms around her waist. She rocks in place, slowly placing her arms in your neck, sniffing your hair scent discreetly in the crook of your neck, aroused. The wire between going stronger and brighter by the closeness.

“Yeah, just don't… take off your clothes without saying anything, okay? I need to turn around first.” She explained, pushing you slightly away to look at your face without breaking the hug.

“Why?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows, your head turned up to her, making your eyes seem bigger.

“Because you need privacy. We don't show our bodies like this to anyone.” Zoe elucidated again, watching your eyes turn even more curious.

“Why?” you bugged again.

When you were at the fairy kingdom, everyone walked naked, only covered by some flowers or leaves of nature. Mother Fairy herself flew naked, with cute pearls covering her nipples. It wasn't like that in the human world. Everyone is wearing uncomfortable shoes and tightening their bodies in fabric.

“We humans only show our bodies to someone who's special to us.” She replied, relieved at the understandable look in you. The explanation was enough.

“So I did nothing wrong, Zoe. Because you’re special to me.” You chuckled and Zoe surrendered in a grin, hugging you again.

“Yeah, you're also special to me.” She concurs, kissing your lips softly.

The world seemed to stop. That wire broke into a million pieces, decorating the room with stars and a cozy shine. Kissing you was like laying down in a lavender field at sunset, so perfect and beautiful. Her lips were cherry flavored, just like you imagined. Yours, vanilla, like your perfume. So the reality came back, she gulped, pulling back realizing what she had done.

“I'm sorry.” she mumbled, covering her face with her hands. “Something is wrong with me.”

“Do that again.” you piped, closer.

“What?” She put her hands down, facing you with furrowed eyebrows, looking through her eyelashes.

“Do that again.” You insisted, grinning, interlacing fingers with hers.

Her eyes dance up and down to your face, biting one side of her cheek, searching for any kind of discomfort sign or jokes, not finding any. Her tongue wet her lips, focusing on your lips with a shaky smile. She slowly leans her face, capturing your lips in a peck. You smile in the contact, she mirrors you, the happy feeling working in her stomach again. She takes courage to kiss your lips again a little longer, awkward giggles between it, eskimo kisses and kisses on the tip of her nose.

You tighten the interlacing of your fingers, pressing them again, longer than before. Opening your mouth when she meticulously passes her soft tongue in your lips, instinctively responding to the touch with your own caressing her. A bit of drool came out of the side of your mouth, the sloppy kiss separated by a fine line of saliva, watching it tear apart just to kiss her again, panting when she grabbed your waist, her fingertips under the top you borrowed, pinching the soft skin in her hands. You pull your face flushed, faces blushed, hearing the sound of your own heavy breaths.

“You're beautiful…” you whispered breathless with your fingertip in her lips, an uncontrollable smile appearing on them.

You both close the gap between your lips at the same time, like a strange force uniting your bodies. You crook your head to the side to deepen the kiss as it was written in your soul how she liked to be kissed by you, feeling her smooth locks on your fingers. She was devouring your lips, tucking her hands inside your shirt again, grabbing possessively your waist, pleased by the low kitten moans escaping in your lips.

“Zoey, I feel weird.” You purr, pressing your legs together, moaning when you feel a little relief at the sensation of something pressing that warm spot.

“Do you trust me?” She asked, panting, her hands squeezing your waist, seeing you melt in her touch.

“Uh-huh…” you mumble, licking your lips as you nodd with your head.

It was enough to do what she wanted, carefully laying you on her bed, kissing you harder, biting your bottom lip, separating to watch your face. Her hand snakes in your belly, tucking your skirt up, revealing your soaked panties, almost dripping in your thighs. She takes a deep breath, moaning seeing her effect on you.

She pecked your lip again as hands pulled your panties down to your ankles, leaving it on the bed. Zoe opened her mouth in a “o” when he saw your pretty pussy glistening, dripping on her bed.

“You might feel a little weird, but you'll feel good. I promise.” she said velvet-like, smiling when she saw your eager look.

“I trust you, Zoey.” You replied sheepishly, urged to feel better with the strange feeling in that mysterious hidden place.

Zoe down her head to face your cunt, her breathing sending shivers in your spine. She takes a final look to see if you're uncomfortable, not seeing any sign again. She couldn't believe, such a beautiful girl spread on her bed, eagered for her. She couldn't make you wait any longer, just placed her lips in your folds, kissing them like she kissed your lips.

“hmmm…Zoey.” You moan, wiggling in your place, moving your hips to get more contact when she licks you and sucks your pearled spot. “It's good, good… more, please.”

Your whimpers were driving her insane enough to grab her own fingers in her cunt under her dress, stroking her clit while her mouth worked on you, the vibration of her moans adding a new wave of pleasure in you. She could feel her climax close just by watching you pulsating and clenching on her. Her fingers worked up fastened in her, inserting two fingers inside her tiny hole, moaning louder in your clit, moving sloppy on it, with a flat tongue.

“Zoey, something is… oh… I feel-AH”

You scream when she suddenly puts a finger on your entrance, and a shock wave hits you, shaking your legs nervously on the bed, eyes rolled back on your head. She didn't stop licking till her orgasm hit her, wetting her dress and panties. Zoe lifts up her head, using the back of her hand to clean her up. Your chest goes up and down like crazy, forehead sweaty and teary eyes. She kisses you again, feeling your taste in your mouth.

“Better?” She inquired, taking the sweaty strands of hair out of your face.

“Yes… I never felt this before.” You confess, panting. Pushing her closer to a hug, kissing her pink cheeks.

“Cat. Zoe. Cat.” A male voice gets you out of trainse. A blonde boy in headphones was standing inside the room next to the door. You scream with the appearance, and Zoe laughs, covering you with her bed sheets.

“This is Kyle.” She announced and you looked at the boy approaching you quickly, tilting his head. “He is my black cat.”

“Oh…” you look at Kyle that goes down on his knees, imitating a cat meow, making you chuckle. “He is a beautiful cat.”

“Beautiful… cat…” he echoes and you smile, petting his head.

“See, Fiona. I always knew this room smelled like lesbian.” A girl in heavy makeup appeared in a mocking tone with a hand on her hips next to Fiona and Cordelia.

“Les…bian…” Kyle repeats and the girl laughs.

“Madison.” Cordelia calls and the girl rolls her eyes, petting Kyle's head.

“Bad news to you, dear.” Fiona interrupted, opening the door completely. “You're trapped with this dirty fairy forever. It's their way to confine witches to their world.”

“Trapped?” Zoe raises an eyebrow, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Bonded.” Cordelia explained, smiling. “An endless wire connects you. Like a marriage, it is a till death tear us apart thing.”

“Welcome to the family, I'm Nan, she's Queenie.” A cute girl waved at you and you smiled back at her.

“A traditional ceremony will happen on the first floor. I'll read the books, Queenie and Nan take care of the preparations, Madison clothing and Fiona… the drinks?” She suggested, everyone nodding except for Fiona and Madison, who growls in discontentment.

“That's why I hate fairies. Always wanting someone to trap in their world.” Fiona hissed, leaning against the wall.

“Wait a fucking minute. You're telling me fairies exist?” Madison interrupted, yelling.

“Yep!” Nan cheered. “Can you show your wings?” You nodd, opening your fine transparent wings on your back, ripping the top Zoe gave to you, and Nan clapped her hands, jumping in place.

“Cool.” Queenie laughed, crossing her arms. “Spells?”

“What? Am I supposed to believe in unicorns too?” Madison interrupted chortling, raising her eyebrows.

“They exist and they're terrifying.” You comment, shaking your body. “We prefer pegasus, they are docile.”

“Fuck, I'm done with this bullshit. Good life, lesbians.” Madison gave a middle finger up before leaving the room, followed by the others, leaving only Cordelia in the room.

“What you have is beautiful, don't care about the others.” She reassured with her hand on the handle. “They're just jealous.” She winked and you both giggled, seeing her closing the door behind you.

“Oh, that's why Mother Fairy said I shouldn't follow the wire.” You grin, sitting on your knees. “I guess we're married now.”

“Yeah…” she grins, hugging you. “Fastest marriage in the world, don't you think?”

“I don't know, I've never seen one.” you said, shrugging.

“Of course, not.” She laughs, kissing your cheeks. “Let's clean ourselves, okay? We have to look beautiful at our wedding.”

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the coven + kyle spencer head canons for jealousy issues and how they would each handle it differently?

HI HI HI FOLKS I'M BACK!

Ok, ok, let's do it then!

Lots of lots of ideas for this one! Just you wait!

(Wasn't sure if you wanted me to include Marie on that one, but I did just for the complete headcannons, hope you don't mind, anon!)

Enjoy!

Requests open!

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The Coven and Kyle Dealing With Jealousy Issues (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Cordelia would be upset, of course.

She would let her insecurities get the best of her when she sees you talking to someone else and seeming too intimate with them.

But I don't think she would let the intrusive thoughts win that fight, not this time.

Cordelia doesn't want to seem so possessive. She's not like that, and she knows it would bother you a lot if it was miscalculated.

So, regardless of the situation, she will just leave where she is, walk to you and wrap her arms around your body, pulling you close to her, her eyes analyzing detail by detail of the other person.

"What is so funny?"

She would ask, pretending to be clueless, so she could take control of the situation better.

Internally, though, you can be sure that a few dark curse words and some not-so-friendly spell ideas are going through her mind, without her being able to show it aloud or with gestures.

She would have her arms around you the entire time, keeping you close until the other person understood that you were hers and nobody else's.

And when you guys get back home, she would insist that you cuddle with her to make up for the moment of insecurity and jealousy.

Fiona Goode

THE QUEEN of drama and jealousy.

Honestly, making Fiona jealous is like leaving a predator without prey.

Of course, she takes great care, despite her strong temper, not to seem like she's trying to pull you out of your comfort zone and push you away from the world for her sake.

But no one (nobody at all) goes unnoticed in Fiona Goode's eyes.

She will probably go to great lengths to touch you in the best places, just to tease you and make the person next to you feel uncomfortable enough to leave.

"It's a shame, my dear, but they're taken."

Just imagine her husky voice saying that, right in your face, also to tease you and to make sure she looks wild when she's jealous?

Fiona probably wouldn't let you talk much longer with the person afterward, or say goodbye. She would pull you to where she is and keep looking the whole time to see if the person isn't following you.

And if so, you can be sure that she would throw the person to the wall with no shame and no fear of being in public.

When you guys got home, she'd make a scene, again, to let you off the hook because she's a drama queen.

There would DEFINITELY be make-up sex.

And it would DEFINITELY be the best sex you've ever had in your life.

Zoe Benson

Crying, drama, insecurity and a little bit of fighting.

Zoe is overly afraid of losing you, but not to the point where she won't let you hang out with other people, friends in general.

The problem is that when the person starts to take advantage of the situation, Zoe becomes confused and desperate.

She is quite similar to Cordelia, though, when it comes to handling the scene itself.

Zoe will just cling to you to make sure she's in control and to make sure nothing bad happens.

However, things get worse on the way home, when she is silent throughout the ride.

She will probably lose her mind when justifying herself, letting her insecurity speak louder and expressing in an exaggerated way how important she is to her.

This is troubling because Zoe knows it is.

Anyway, when the fight is over, she will need some time to think and then she would probably come to you again, to apologize.

"I didn't want our relationship to be a threat, but I'm really afraid that you'll leave me for someone better."

She would hug you and then apologize if she sounded too possessive.

You would end up in a good mood, cuddling and thinking of a way to improve your relationship without jealousy that would be harmful to both of you.

Madison Montgomery

If you thought Fiona was the drama queen, wait until you see Madison.

She just can't control herself.

She doesn't want to control herself.

Every time someone comes close to you, she pulls you close to her very willingly and gives that typical killer look to whoever is looking at you two.

Madison is extremely possessive, especially when it comes to you.

Sure, she doesn't go around hitting and cussing people out for no reason (even though she can do that), but just staring Madison Montgomery intimidates a lot of people.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're mine and nobody else's, (Y\N)?"

She'll find a stupid excuse to fight with you.

And then she'll drag herself out, pouting and apologizing, confessing how horrible she is as a person.

Or she will probably ask you for kisses to fix the situation.

There's make-up sex, but Madison isn't urgent and aggressive, not that part. She just wants to make love to you so you know no one else would top hers.

Misty Day

Misty is oddly bipolar with her jealousy of you.

Some hours, she may seem too possessive and feel the urge to punch someone because she thinks she's too inadequate for you.

But in the others, she handles it generally well, and just gets a little grumpy.

Considering that years of seclusion in the swamp have prevented her from feeling anything serious about anyone, being jealous is a very unusual and weird thing for Misty.

She doesn't know how to handle it well at first, but she learns to control herself. And she doesn't want to hurt anyone, most of all, especially you.

So most of the time, Misty will just slowly walk over, hug you and let you rest on her chest as she kisses your head and turns to the other person with a sweet little smile.

"Excuse me, the conversation must be great, but they already have a girlfriend, I'm sorry."

On the way home, she would insist on being isolated in her corner for a few seconds, and it would take a considerable amount of time to admit that she is genuinely jealous of you.

But overall, having Misty jealous is just as adorable as having her around.

Nan

Nan is not that over the top when it comes to being jealous of you.

I mean, except for the fact that she can control people's minds - and easily can control hers as well - she doesn't show overly jealousy, and maybe isn't even overly jealous.

She knows that you would never betray her like that, nor would you exchange her for anyone without a reason behind it.

But, of course, Nan has her moments of extreme caution.

She first assesses the person, reads their mind to be on the safe side, just to know how to approach them without scaring you off.

If it's someone who is clearly just someone close and significant to you, she'll let it go, take your hand and gently lead you away, apologizing later.

But if she catches some ulterior motive, oh, then that person is probably screwed for life.

"Oh, sorry, I read your mind, I feel something is wrong and I want to secure my territory. (Y\N) is mine and mine alone."

Nan doesn't like to fight with you, and when you have alone time, she just wants to make sure you're comfortable with her and that your relationship is going well.

The two of you cuddling after discussing the relationship and making a decision about Nan's adorable bouts of jealousy.

Queenie

Get ready for the jealous queen.

Honestly, I feel sorry for the person who decided to test Queenie's patience, especially when it comes to you.

She hates to think about the possibility that you would replace her, but it's impossible not to when everyone else has already replaced her.

Queenie is not at all afraid to approach the person and you when they are jealous.

And she'll hug you and kiss you real quick just so the person on the other end understands that you already belong to someone else.

I don't even need to go into detail about her being a voodoo witch, do I?

Of course, Queenie's case isn't as severe as Marie's, but there would definitely be a thought about creating a doll of the person.

Although Queenie knows the limits of voodoo and knows that it would be cruel if you knew she was hurting someone out of jealousy, so she won't even bring it up and will promise to forget about it quickly.

LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of curses. Every one she knows.

"Listen here, pervert, they already have someone, okay? Get the fuck out!"

You wouldn't fight, even though she always ends the day with a hot head.

She just wants you to know that you're important to her, and that nothing and no one in the world could ever break the bond you have.

Myrtle Snow

Myrtle knows how to deal with feelings, but she's not ready to be jealous of someone.

That's why she is confused about this, about her behavior when she notices that you seem quite happy in the company of someone other than her.

Since Myrtle doesn't control her impulses, she will probably approach you and make up an excuse for you to pull away from the other person, without using excuses or justifying yourself, just getting you out of the way.

No, she would never commit any atrocity with the person who was chatting with you. Myrtle Snow promised that she would change that part of her behavior for you and she will keep it until the end.

"I don't understand, (Y\N), I felt strange… seeing you with them…"

"That's jealousy, Myrtle dear", you'd say, laughing and finding that very cute.

Myrtle would certainly ask Cordelia for advice after the first scene of jealousy, for fear that she was feeling something really wrong, or even to cope better without running the risk of pushing you away.

Anyway, as long as she doesn't lose you, Myrtle doesn't mind feeling weird…

Mallory

Mallory wouldn't handle jealousy, that's the answer.

She would feel too awkward to set boundaries with you, and anyway, she would feel awkward approaching someone out of the blue.

But even if she insists on not hurting you, that feeling that something is wrong would haunt her forever. And that's one thing Mallory would never admit.

Then she would be content to approach you very slowly, putting a hand on your shoulder or wrapping your hips around. And look the person on the other end of the conversation straight in the eye.

"Don't you think you've talked enough?"

She won't say it in a possessive way, but she will turn extremely red when she's done, pulling you back and taking you back to where she was before.

The conversation would be calm and sincere, and Mallory would express that she loves you very much and that she just couldn't bear to lose you.

But she knows you love each other too much - and she loves you enough - to just take care of you like no one else ever would.

Marie Laveau

I just wanted to say that anyone who decides to make Marie Laveau jealous is pretty crazy.

She LITERALLY is the Voodoo Queen, what did you expect?

Years of experience to be sure how to handle such a situation.

Marie won't let it go and will immediately talk to the person who is showing ulterior motives towards you (and believe me, she knows very well when a person is or isn't…) "They already have someone, and that someone isn't you, so get the fuck out."

She wouldn't dare call you names or fight you out of jealousy (definitely Marie is someone who thinks it's cheesy to fight out of jealousy and make a scene)

A LOT of make-up sex.

She loves to tease and tease you during sex after a jealous scene like that.

Marie loves to get you flustered, she thinks it's cute and she's even more in love with you when she's done teasing.

No, no chance of having a person's voodoo spread in Marie's quarters.

Or, at least, not that you ever found out about it…

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is usually not jealous.

But it's because he learned that the rare times he did show it, things got highly self-defeating.

He doesn't want to scare you, so now he just walks up to you, pulls you into his strong arms as he looks you up and down, then kisses you on the nose and pulls you out of the way.

He's secretly ashamed that he can't get the words out anymore, which is why he's always quiet when it comes to a scene like this.

Back in the day, before the accident and death, he was out of control and things almost always ended in a beating, and he doesn't want to be that way anymore, not after meeting you.

"(Y\N). Not. Comfortable."

He would whisper to you as he tried to explain to you what happened, and as he watched to see if you were okay.

When you were alone, he would cuddle with you and pet you, just to make sure you weren't mad that he pulled you out of a conversation where you seemed happy.

[imaginingmanyfandoms]

“Trust me - you’re better off with me not being in your life.”

[Requested by anon]

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑒'𝑠 "𝑧𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛" 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛, ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜.

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟: 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘈, 𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 :(, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢, 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺/𝘯.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝑦𝑒𝑝, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑑. 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑚, 𝑖𝑓 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝒦𝑦𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑎𝑣 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠!

𝚈/𝙽 = 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙷/𝙲 = 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛

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Você tinha se mudado para academia faz 5 meses. Era uma bruxa, jovem mas talentosa.

Seus poderes são vários: Telepatia, regeneração, cura, telecinese, manipulação mental, manipulação de ambiente e manipulação do fogo. Você era a única bruxa da academia capaz de manipular totalmente um elemento da natureza, o fogo, é claro.

Resumindo, você é consideravelmente poderosa.

Seu principal poder (o que você mais usa) é a Telepatia, e o modo como funciona em você é digamos "inusitado". Você consegue ler a mente de qualquer pessoa se colocar a palma de sua mão levemente na cabeça dela. Também consegue tranquilizá-la, fechando os olhos e passando sua magia branca a ela.

No seu segundo dia na academia, você foi a uma festa de fraternidade (as quais você odeia) com Madison, onde em decorrência de vários eventos, ela capotou um ônibus. O problema era que, seu melhor amigo, Kyle Spencer estava lá dentro. E ele acabou morrendo, mesmo não tendo feito nada.

Você ent��o foi ao necrotério junto com Madison, juntou as partes do corpo dele e de outros garotos e o "ressuscitou". Bom, "ressuscitou", porque Madison desistiu no meio do processo, você teve que fazer o resto e Kyle acordou como um Frankestein irritado, que matou um dos guardas do local.

Seu poder acabou por chamar Misty, que cuidou dele.

Você o levou para a academia, Madison ficou por alguns dias querendo "dividir ele" com você, mas quando ela se cansou dele, deixou pra lá. Desde então, você têm cuidado de Kyle, literalmente. Você leva comida pra ele, o ajuda a vestir as roupas, dá desenhos para ele colorir, o coloca pra dormir e muito mais. Meio que ninguém liga pra Kyle, sempre o deixam de escanteio, exceto você e as vezes, Zoe.

Fiona encontrou a suposta mãe de Kyle, e te disse para "se livrar do garoto rapidamente". Cordelia te aconselhou a "levá-lo para onde não deveria ter saído, para o lar dele".

Lá estava você, sem escolha, arrumando as duas camisetas e 2 calças que Kyle tinha. Ele te olhava confuso, sentado na ponta de sua cama.

"R-roupas? P-p-por q-que?" -- Kyle te pergunta e te olha inocentemente, o que te quebrou. -- "Você vai saber, Ky."

Roupas dobradas, você e Kyle foram ao seu carro, em direção a casa da mãe dele. Olhando para o lado, você viu Kyle observando fascinado as árvores que passavam por fora da janela. "O que eu faço?" Você se perguntou pensando na dor de simplesmente deixar Kyle lá, como se ele fosse um objeto que você usou e não quer mais.

Não era assim. Você não queria que fosse assim.

Você pensou em dar meia volta e ficar com ele, como o prometeu.

Mas era a mãe dele, e você melhor do que qualquer um sabia como era ruim não ter a própria mãe por perto.

Você estacionou o carro, saiu e foi até o banco traseiro, onde Kyle se encontrava. Quando ele olhou e viu a fachada da casa, começou a se encolher, e quanto mais você tentava o tirar do carro, mais ele grunhia.

"O que há de errado, Kyle? É sua casa, precisamos ir. Sua mãe está desesperada." -- Foi em vão.

Por volta de 4 ou 5 minutos depois, você conseguiu o tirar de dentro do veículo. Você o levou até a porta da casa, mas ficou lá, esperando pela mãe dele. O rosto da mulher se revelou no momento em que ela abriu a porta. Ela estendeu os braços, tentando abraçar Kyle, mas ele se agarrou a sua cintura como uma criança pequena.

"NÃO!" -- Kyle gritou, te assustando. A mãe de Kyle então, te pediu para entregá-la o menino, e assim você tentou fazer. -- "NÃO!!" -- Kyle gritou mais forte, e foi nessa hora em que você percebeu que algo não estava certo. -- "Ky, é sua mãe. Está tudo bem, eu posso vir te visitar." -- Você o disse calmamente, mas a medida em que as palavras saiam de seus lábios, ele parecia se desesperar mais. -- "F-ficar." -- Kyle disse e você o olha confusa. -- "C-com v-v-você." -- Kyle já estava chorando. -- "Kyle, não posso te deixar longe de sua própria mãe" -- Você explicou e sentiu o aperto em sua cintura se intensificar. -- "Isso Kyle, escute o que ela disse. Se lembra de mim? Sou sua mamãe, meu bom garoto." -- Meu bom garoto. Assim que Kyle ouviu aquelas palavras ele pareceu perder a cabeça. -- "NÃO! V-VOCÊ NÃO! S/N!" -- Ele disse furioso, te abraçando tão forte que você pensou que se ele te soltasse você cairia.

Você levantou a cabeça e o olhou no fundo dos olhos. -- "Kyle, o que houve?" -- Ele apenas pegou sua mão direita e pressionou sua palma sobre a testa dele. Você entendeu o que ele queria dizer. -- "Quer que eu descubra o que está pensando?" -- Ele assentiu. A mãe de Kyle te olhava confusa.

Você fechou os olhos e foi aí que viu. Viu tudo o que Kyle passou.

Flashbacks dos gritos dele, do desespero dele.

Você não conseguiu identificar com clareza quem era a mulher em cima dele, mas aí, você se forçou a ver.

Ela. A própria mãe de Kyle.

Lágrimas escorriam pelos seu olhos quando retirou a mão do rosto do garoto. Toda a sua tristeza se transformou em ódio, em questão de segundos. Os flashbacks de Kyle não foram os únicos que vieram em sua mente. Os seus também. Ninguém nunca soube, ninguém além de sua mãe. Quando você tinha 7 anos passou pela mesma situação, mas com seu tio. "Tio John" era como o chamava. Aquilo acabou com sua vida.

Você começou a chorar, mas juntou toda sua força e desferiu um tapa no lado esquerdo da face da mulher, que tentou revidar, porém antes que pudesse, foi arremessada para uma parede de concreto. Sua telecinese ainda estava se desenvolvendo, mas era consideravelmente boa.

Você iria atrás dela, mas escutou o choro baixinho de Kyle. -- "E-eu v-vou f-f-ficar com v-você?" -- Kyle perguntou -- "Sim Ky, você vai. Não me importo com a Fiona, eu dou um jeito." -- Você passa delicadamente as mãos sobre o rosto de Kyle e o abraça, o deixando molhar seu ombro com lágrimas. Vocês dois foram até seu carro, entraram e se olharam. -- "Vai demorar um pouco até Fiona te aceitar lá. Não é melhor você ir morar com Misty?" -- Ele balança a cabeça freneticamente. -- "E-eu n-não me i-i-importo c-com o q-quan-to i-isso d-d-demore, e-enquanto e-e-eu e-estiver c-com v-você, e-eu e-e-estou s-se-seguro." -- Kyle te olhou. Ele sorriu quando disse isso, e cara, ele sorriu tão inocentemente. Você facilmente o descreveria como um anjinho indefeso. Um anjinho indefeso que precisava de você, de seu amor, de seu carinho e de sua proteção.

E você se certificaria de garantir tudo isso para ele.

Sem nem sentir, pequenas lágrimas desceram pelas suas bochechas rosadas. Você meio que se sentiu "especial" para alguém por um momento. Você finalmente poderia ajudar alguém, dar o amor que nunca recebeu. Sorrindo de lábios cerrados, você colocou sua mão em cima da mão de Kyle, que abaixou a cabeça e te olhou novamente, os olhinhos brilhando. -- "Acho uma boa ideia passarmos no Starbucks primeiro, não acha?" -- Kyle sorri em resposta, você se vira para agarrar o volante e vai em direção à cafeteria. Você pegou o cardápio de cafés e mostrou a Kyle, ele apontou para o café com leite coberto com chantilly. Sempre foi o favorito dele, desde antes de sua morte. Você escolheu um Frappuccino com base de café, o melhor em sua humilde opinião. Saindo do local com 2 copos nas mãos, você entregou um deles para Kyle, que te esperava sentado em um dos bancos de madeira. Kyle sorriu e tentou tomar o café, derrubando um pouco, mas a bagunça foi logo limpada por você, com a ajuda de um lencinho que você pegou já prevendo um possível acidente.

Após tomarem suas bebidas, vocês resolveram voltar para a academia.

"Ai meu Deus, se aquela velha descobrir que ele voltou, ela te mata!" -- Madison diz ironicamente e você apenas revira os olhos e o leva até a sala principal. -- "Ué, ele não ia embora?" -- Queenie pergunta confusa apontando para Kyle. -- "Sim, mas não vai mais." -- Você sorri de leve e quando tenta prosseguir seu caminho com Kyle, é parada pelas vozes de Cordelia e... Fiona.

"Eu te disse, Fiona" -- O tom de Cordelia parecia divertido. -- "Jesus Cristo, o que raios preciso fazer ou dizer para fazer vocês começarem a me obedecer?!" -- Fiona te lança do outro lado do cômodo e Kyle rapidamente corre até você. Sorte sua que, de tanto levar essas "rasteiras" da mulher, nem doía mais. -- "S/n?" -- Kyle coloca as mãos em seu rosto, analisando cada detalhe seu. -- "Eu estou bem, Ky, está tudo bem." -- Fiona revira os olhos e acende um cigarro. -- "Certo, fique com o garoto, mas cuide dele. Não sou babá de ninguém." -- A voz de Fiona já não era tão próxima, estava no corredor. Kyle te olhou preocupado, mas pareceu se tranquilizar quando você o lançou um sorriso reconfortante, mesmo estando meio tonta. -- "Vamos?" -- Você pergunta a Kyle que concorda e pega na sua mão te ajudando a levantar. Vocês dois vão até o quarto compartilhado e se deitam juntos. Ele aconchega o rosto na curva de seu pescoço e se agarra a sua cintura. Você puxa um cobertor por cima de vocês, o favorito dele. -- "M-música?" -- Kyle te olhou como um cachorrinho pidão e você sorriu, sabendo que ele queria que você cantasse para ele, o que definitivamente o acalmava e o fazia dormir. Você começou a fazer carinho, bagunçando levemente os fios loiros do garoto, que sorriu e abaixou os olhos. Uma bela melodia saía de seus lábios, em específico, uma de um dos filmes da Disney, intitulada "Brilha linda flor". Para qualquer um, aquilo seria estúpido. Mas para você e ele, era reconfortante. Sua voz fina e relaxante soando, as batidas do coração de Kyle se acalmando e o aperto em seu peito indo embora. Olhando detalhadamente, percebeu Kyle adormecido. Você sorriu e o abraçou por completo, beijando o topo de seus cabelos loiros desgrenhados e adormecendo junto a ele depois.

"Ninguém nunca mais vai te machucar, Ky."

Essa era sua promessa a partir daquele dia. E você não iria quebrá-la.

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