#elinor fairmont x reader

[fortythree-or-43]

This is Kinda random, but if anyone wants an editor or a proofreader I'll do that for free. I'm trying to figure out what interests me and I recently have a lot of free time.

Anyways that was super random, but DM if your interested or want more info.

(I'm not a minor btw)

[drurrito]

OMG!! Alright. What about a fic where reader and Elinor are exes and while Elinor was the one who broke things off she’s mad that reader is back in town and has moved on from her apparently. Reader is a vampire too btw!

-🦕

sorry this took so long…I was…in the shower…

Games

a/n: pour one out for First Kill 🥲

pairings: Elinor Fairmont x Reader

warnings: alcohol, blood, a hint of angst

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Elinor stumbles through the back door of her favorite bar into an alley. The girl in her arms squirms and giggles as she’s pressed up against the cool brick wall.

“You’re so pretty,” the girl swoons. She’s very drunk, Elinor pretends to be just as sloshed.

“I know,” Elinor laughs, she kisses the girl sweetly and runs a thumb across her bottom lip.

“I don’t think this is your color, doll,” Elinor pretends to pout, “red might be, though.” The girl doesn’t have a chance to react before Elinor sinks her fangs into her pulsepoint. She’s so precise when she feeds, her eyes close and she hums into the poor girl’s neck while the blood rushes into her mouth.

“Get a room, we were here first,” Elinor pulls away from her victim in a haste and looks for the threat, she finds you instead.

You’re busy with a girl in your arms as well, she’s not looking so good. 

“Y/n,” Elinor straightens up, limp body still in her arms.

“Elinor,” you tip your head in her direction and she scoffs, “don’t mind me, just having a snack.”

“Here? Of all places?” She drops the girl in her arms and steps closer to you.

“My little cousin got her first kill, ceremony’s tomorrow,” you set down your victim too, “I also wanted to see that look on your face,” you flash your shit eating grin and Elinor can feel steam coming out of her ears. It’s been over a year-and-a-half since she broke up with you. She hasn’t seen you since. You look good, there’s no denying that. But you also look happy and that irks her to her core. 

“Going out of your way to find me at my hunting grounds seems a lot like fan-behavior,” Elinor tilts her head with a smirk, “miss me much?”

“Actually, I was meeting someone.”

“And who might that be?” 

“Some girl,” you shrug, “she looked cute enough on her profile. She’s calling an Uber out front, figured I feed now so I don’t accidentally rip her throat out when I bring her back to my hotel room.”

“So, you’re a lady killer in every sense of the word,” Elinor narrows her eyes at you, “cute.”

You just laugh while she rolls her eyes.

“Well, this was fun,” you tease, posing your victim next to a few empty bottles, “until next time, Elinor.”

You walk off towards a pair of headlights before Elinor can retort. She lets out a long huff and takes care of her victim before stomping back inside the bar.

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The ceremony was already buzzing by the time Elinor arrived.

Juliette sees you before she does and tugs on Elinor’s arm, “isn’t that-”

“Don’t,” Elinor bites, “I need a drink first.”

“I didn’t know she was back in town.”

“Neither did I,” Elinor says with a growl. She doesn’t make a move to approach you. She watches how you bounce around the guests like a new life was breathed into you. It seems like you’ve been getting on just fine after the break up.

“You’re not gonna talk to her?” Juliette’s brows furrow in concern.

“What’s there to talk about? I ended things with her and that’s that,” Elinor says with a shrug and grabs her clutch purse. She makes her way towards the bar and orders the strongest drink her brain could conjure up.

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The ceremony is just as boring as Elinor anticipated. The only reason why she looked like she was paying attention was because she didn’t want her eyes to travel and accidentally land on you. 

Now she’s shooting daggers at you while you bury your face into some girl's neck on the dance floor.

“What are you staring at?” Juliette doesn’t need to shout, but she’s past the point of tipsy and has never been one to handle her liquor as well as her big sister. Elinor grips her sister’s chin and turns her head until she can feel Juliette hum through her fingers when she finally sees you.

“She looks happy,” Juliette slurs.

“I know, I hate it,” Elinor lets go of her sister’s chin and sighs, leaning further against the railing in front of her. 

“You looked like that when you were with her, you know,” Juliette gives her sister a look that makes her eyes roll into another dimension.

“Why did you break up with her, anyway?”

Elinor watches you for a long beat before finally turning to Juliette, “it was the right thing to do.”

“That sounded convincing,” booze makes Juliette fluent in sarcasm, it seems. 

“Come on, let’s go home,” Elinor heads towards the exit with Juliette in tow.

“I bet she’ll be gone by tomorrow and you’ll never have to see her again, at least for a while,” Juliette is still slurring, with a dopey grin on her face that makes Elinor laugh for the first time since she bumped into you.

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Elinor is shooting daggers at you again, in her home of all places. 

She forgot about the dinner party her mother was hosting this weekend until Juliette had asked to borrow her lipstick a few hours earlier. 

Now she’s all dressed up and has to bite her tongue every time she sees you and your date. Elinor knows the girl on your arm, she belongs to a semi-prominent clan somewhere in the midwest. You probably just asked out the first girl that gave you any semblance of attention.

Surely you’re still hurting, right?

Elinor tries to keep her distance, blending in with everyone else. Even sticking around Juliette and her friends. She thinks she can fly under the radar for the rest of the night until her parents pull her from the crowd to say hello to you.

“Y/n, so nice of you to join us,” Margot greets you with a warm smile, her grip on Elinor’s arm is anything but.

“Thank you for having us, Margot,” your smile is just as bright as it always has been, “Elinor, good to see you,” you say smoothly.

“Always a pleasure,” she quips, eyes rolling between you and your date who tries not to look so uncomfortable.

“We’ve had a few renovations since the last time you were here,” Sebastian adds, “Margot finally let me get that driving simulator and putting green I kept yammering on about.” He lays a friendly hand on your shoulder and Elinor has to chew on the inside of her cheek while you beam at her father.

“You’ll have to show me, hopefully you’ve improved your game since then,” you say with a laugh. Margot shakes her head with a smile and squeezes her daughter’s arm before letting her go. Elinor quickly makes her escape without another word. You only watch her go for a split second before walking in the other direction with your date.

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“You’re just gonna hide out here all night?” Juliette shares a giggle with Ben while Elinor tries to kill them both with one look.

“Hide, plot, run away to live amongst the werewolves, anything at this point that would keep me out of mother’s iron grip and out of sight from my douchey ex.”

“I know you’re usually dramatic but this is borderline oscar-worthy,” Elinor whips her head towards Juliette who throws her hands up quickly in surrender before tugging Ben along with her far, far out of Elinor’s reach.

Elinor only stays as the guest of honor at her own pity party for a few more minutes before ultimately deciding her makeup looks far too good to be wasted within the confines of her room. She reapplies her lipstick before heading out the door and down to the festivities with a strut that would make even the devil shiver.

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Surprisingly, Elinor doesn’t see you for the rest of the night. She takes this as a sign of victory and heads over to her favorite bar for a drink, alone.

“I figured you would be here,” she hears your voice and it takes everything in her not to crush her glass on the spot.

“And I figured you would be somewhere knuckle deep in your date by now,” Elinor spins around to meet that shit-eating grin you always save for special occasions. 

“We actually did that before the dinner party, I like to be efficient,” you wink and Elinor scoffs.

��But you don’t like to have taste it seems,” she sips her drink, “a Fenton, really, y/n?”

“The Fentons have much more noble roots than the Davenports, if you really want to play this game,” your head falls to one side in annoyance while Elinor just shakes her head.

“You don’t get it.”

“Get what?” You take a step closer to her and she straightens up before taking another sip of her drink.

“It wasn’t you, it was never about you.”

“Then who was it?” Your eyes don’t leave hers and she knows you will stay here all night without even blinking if it meant getting the answer you probably needed to hear a long time ago.

“Hunters crashed Juliette’s ceremony, dad was about to kick the bucket and I was the only one who could save him,” Elinor says so simply it takes you a minute to catch on before she starts talking again. 

“The Davenport boy didn’t seem so bad, he was kind of cool actually. He made mom laugh and I figured I could tough it out to build an empire of my own so big we would have to part ways eventually.”

You lean back a bit, it doesn’t take you long to put together the pieces.

“Oh, Elinor.”

“Don’t do that.”

“You did what you had to do.”

That makes Elinor hold your gaze for a bit before looking away. She bites her lip and slowly nods.

“You could have just told me, you know?”

“You would have waited for me,” Elinor downs the rest of her drink and motions to the bartender for another.

You open your mouth to say something but it dies in your throat.

Because she’s right, you would wait. 

You did wait. 

Elinor heaves a sigh as you take the seat next to her, ordering a drink for yourself.

“You know,” you said between sips, “deep down, I think I knew.”

She watches you fidget with the glass between your fingers, “you had this look that didn’t match at all with what you were saying to me.”

Elinor chews on her lip, her poker face closed its  tab and left a while ago. She feels a burning behind her eyes that she hasn’t felt since that night, fuck. 

“You wanted to save me too,” you say just above a whisper. Even in a bustling bar, your words were loud and clear in Elinor’s ear. You watch her jaw clench and you take a moment to pay both your tabs. It’s enough time for Elinor to collect herself and hold her head high like nothing happened, of course. 

“Wanna get out of here?” Your voice is soft and cautious. 

“What about Fenton?”

“I was just a decoy date, she doesn’t want her parents to know her current girlfriend is a mortal.”

Elinor furrows her eyebrows and there’s that fucking grin again. 

She smacks your arm, “asshole.”

You pretend to flinch before holding out your hand. She takes it with ease and is quickly reminded of how well her hand fits in yours. 

[dauntless-gothamite]

It’s Not That Simple and It’s Not That Strange [2/?]

Fandom: First Kill  Pairing: Elinor Fairmont x Fem! Reader  Summary: After Elinor’s would-be engagement to Tom Davenport falls through, the Atwood-Fairmont family decides to host a selection ceremony to marry her off to another eligible male Legacy vampire. While you are not competing, you are attending the ceremony with your family, and you and Elinor keep finding your way to each other.  A/N: the title is from the song Desire by Grace Potter. this is my first time writing smut, let me know if you like it!! also there is a moodboard for reader’s outfit at the bottom of the fic :) Warnings: smut, 18+ only

Your family and Akio’s were staying in the same hotel, so as soon as you’d arrived, you met up with him to catch up before getting ready for the welcome party that was starting at 7:30 pm. Back in your hotel room, you unpacked your suitcase and got changed. First, you slid into some lacy black lingerie. Then you pulled on some nice black designer jeans and a white button down, leaving the top few buttons unbuttoned. After that, you pulled on black leather boots with a little heel and a black blazer with a floral pattern. You’d already painted your short nails a burnt orange colour and applied a bit of makeup, but you figured you could touch up the deep indigo eyeshadow, black mascara, and copper bronzer on your face. After a final glance in the mirror, you decided to add a matte gold chain necklace to the outfit before heading out the door confidently. In the lobby, you met up with your parents, who were also dressed in fancy clothes. Your mother wore a black and gold pantsuit with opal and emerald accessories, and your father wore a black suit with a golden handkerchief in the breast pocket. Both of your parents nodded in approval as you walked up to them. 

“Ready?” your father asked. You nodded, falling into position behind them as your mother took your father’s arm, and the three of you walked around to the grand courtyard of the hotel, where the party was being held. At the entrance, the Atwood-Fairmont family stood dutifully, greeting everyone as they filtered in. Your eyes were immediately drawn to Elinor, whose vibrant lipstick matched her red dress. She looked stunning, and you sent her a shy smile as your parents shook hands with hers. You had tuned out their conversation, only drawn back in when you heard your name. 

“Of course, Y/N here isn’t participating, but she is honored and thankful to be here as well,” you heard your mother say before Mr. and Mrs. Atwood-Fairmont turned to you. 

“I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting,” Mr. Fairmont said, extending a hand. “We haven’t, but it is so nice to meet you,” you replied. “Thank you for the invitation.”

“Of course, dear,” Mrs. Fairmont said. “Now go on in and enjoy the festivities. The Sugimotos arrived just minutes ago and Akio had asked if you had arrived yet. There are refreshments walking around as well as a fully-stocked bar and buffet. We’ll be entering shortly, just as soon as all the guests have arrived.” You nodded and followed your parents through the gateway into the courtyard, where you quickly found Akio at the bar getting a dirty martini–his favorite. You rushed over to him and did a playful twirl, showing off your outfit. He let out a low whistle in reply before both of you burst into laughter. “You look great,” he complimented. “Seriously, you look better than half the men here hoping to woo Elinor.”

“You clean up well yourself,” you answered before ordering a drink from the bartender. “So,” you said, turning back to Akio. “Got any new book recommendations for me?” you said, skipping the small talk, just like you always did with him. Akio’s smile widened and his face lit up as the two of you began to talk about books, and before you knew it, the sun had set and the Atwood women were standing in the center of the portion of the courtyard that had been transformed into a dance floor and calling for a toast. 

“Thank you all for coming here tonight,” Davina Atwood said. “I’d like to start by saying that I apologize for not greeting everyone at the gate with the rest of my family; I was in a meeting. But I am here now, and I would like to start the evening by giving my granddaughter the chance to say a few words before we meet the gentlemen participating in this selection process. Everyone clapped as Elinor took a step forward, offering a dazzling smile to the crowd.

“As my grandmother just said, thank you all for being here tonight; this means so much to me and my family, and I can’t wait to strengthen the ties between our family and all the other Legacies. As I am sure everyone is aware, you are here as family representatives or maybe even my future husband, which is why, after all the participants have been introduced, the rest of the evening will be spent partying here, giving everyone a chance to mingle and relax before the formal elements of the selection begin tomorrow morning. Thank you again!” she said before stepping aside. Davina stepped forward once more and called forth the first contestant, a man with olive skin, curly dark hair, and the whitest teeth you had ever seen. Not caring much for this part of the evening, you returned to your conversation with Akio, which lasted until he had to step forward and introduce himself. Among the potential suitors, you saw your cousin Jonathan, the Savelli boy, the Davenports, and many others. You were grateful when the process was over and the lights dimmed, the music got louder, and everyone moved to the dance floor. 

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Several fancy cocktails later, you were just buzzed enough to be more smiley than normal and receptive to touch. On the dance floor, you and Akio had danced for a while, but a couple songs ago he had disappeared with a tall, muscly man with dark skin and full lips; you doubted you’d see him again until tomorrow morning. Several men had danced with you, all moving on when it became clear you weren’t interested in doing anything more than dancing with them. Elinor’s younger sister Juliette danced next to you for a little bit before heading inside and disappearing from the party altogether, and while you’d seen Elinor dancing freely between several men earlier, you had no idea where she was now, and as the beat slowed down, your hands found their way to the waist of a woman in a maxi skirt with a slit that showed off her toned leg. The two of you got closer, and you smirked at her and pushed a dark strand of hair out of her face when the beat started to speed up again. Before you could get any further with the gorgeous woman, someone tapped her on the shoulder, whispered something to her, and another body took her place and slid a drink into your hand as she stepped off the dance floor. In the dark and flashing lights, you weren’t sure who you were dancing with, only that she was a woman. She spun in your arms and leaned in to kiss your neck while you sipped on the fresh drink appreciatively. 

“You have been teasing me all night with this shirt,” a sweet voice said, and one of the woman’s hands traced a line from your chin to the valley between your breasts, snagging on your gold chain. “I caught a peek of black lace under there, and the way you move your hips is downright sinful.” You smiled and tightened your grip around her waist, pulling her hips flush against your own and moving them, gaining confidence. 

“You could’ve come over anytime,” you whispered as she started rolling her hips against you and kissing your neck harder.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m here now,” she said before guiding one of your hands higher up her waist and up to her chest. “I want,” she breathed out, her voice catching. “Touch me, please.” You squeezed your hand a little and she moaned softly. “Like that, just like that.”

“You want more, gorgeous?” you asked, head spinning. The woman nodded. You guided her against the wall in a dark corner of the courtyard, and slotted your thigh between her legs roughly, which caused the woman to moan softly. Her blonde hair was starting to come undone as she began to thrust her hips into you. Everything was a bit hazy as you downed the rest of your drink and set the glass down so you could grip her better as you moved with her.  

“More, just fuck, I need more,” she said, panting lightly. You gripped her jaw and your lips met hers, and she gripped your shoulders tightly as you bit down on her bottom lip. 

“God, you're hot,” you muttered, pulling back a little. “You’d look so good in my bed, moaning my name” you mumbled before you could stop it. The woman nodded and moaned louder at that. 

“Please,” she said.

“Wait, really?” you asked, shocked. 

“Yes!” she replied. You grabbed her hand and led her to your room, stumbling all the way to keep your lips connected as much as possible. 

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In the light of the hallway, you got a better look at the woman. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were swollen, and all she was wearing was a vibrant red dress that hugged her in all the right places. Her light eyes looked hungry and her smeared lipstick drew your attention to her delicate lips. Her hair was everywhere, and you couldn’t help but think she looked a lot like Elinor Fairmont. But there was no way Elinor would hook up with you. You didn’t even think she was interested in women. 

As you closed your door, you pushed the woman back against it and she jumped up to wrap her legs around your waist. She tugged at your clothes, and the desperation in her touch made you throb as you carried her to the bed and set her down before removing the rest of your clothes. “Hurry,” she said, somehow both whiny and commanding at the same time. You spread her legs apart, moving her dress aside, and moaned when you saw her slick cunt exposed. 

“How naughty of you,” you teased, looking up at her for a moment. 

“Just hurry up!” she answered. Within moments, you were on her, your fingers working against her folds, and she spread her legs wider and bucked her hips against your hand. With your other hand, you reached up and grabbed her breast, finding her nipple and pinching it lightly. 

“Fuck,” you moaned. “I want to taste you.”

“Yes, yes!” she replied, her voice getting higher. Without hesitation, you leaned forward and quickly found her clit with your tongue before licking and sucking in tandem with the thrusting of your fingers. “So close!” she cried, and you doubled your efforts. Within moments, she came, and you lapped it up, moaning at the taste. You looked up with a sly grin, and she pulled you up to her and in for a deep kiss. “Your turn,” she said playfully before shoving you back on the bed. You grinned down at her as she spread your thighs apart, much like you had just done to her. “I’m a woman who knows what she wants,” the blonde started, leaning forward so you could feel her breath against your core. “And I want you to ride my face like it’s your damn job,” she finished before leaning forward, her hands on your ass pulling you forward. You groaned and started moving your hips, giving her exactly what she wanted, causing her to moan and send pleasant vibrations through your center. She leaned in like she couldn’t get enough of you, and you’d never felt so wanted before, not even by your ex boyfriend. A few flicks of her tongue later and you were cumming all over her face. She smiled up at you before crawling into bed next to you and saying, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight,” you replied, wrapping yourself around her as she nuzzled into you. But she was already asleep. 

It was only the next morning, when you woke up alone in your bed, that you realized the woman you’d fucked didn’t just look like Elinor Fairmont. She was Elinor Fairmont. 

[out-of-luck-and-minorly-stuck]

Half Alive || Elinor Fairmont x OC

fem!Original Character x elinor fairmont [Alternate Universe]

There was once a girl who lived. A peasant, if you will, or so she thought she was. No one knew her parents, even her. But someone was nice enough to offer her a place to stay, a place that she could call her home. And ever since she was a kid, she had lived there and was given the name "Amelia".

Her life was normal, in the beginning. But as she turned fifteen, she had been getting some weird nightmares about this demonic-looking creature, a creature that's thirsty for blood and horror. She haven't slept for days, and days went weeks, and eventually, weeks went to months. She could take dreamless naps, but that's just it.

Tired, on her 19th birthday, she decided to go to the woods. Something had caught her eye that night. There was a womanly figure. It was dark, quiet. Which made things even worse. Her eyes stared at the figure, confused.

"Who are you?" She shakingly said.

"Oh, my dearest, Amelia. I’ve been waiting for you." the unknown woman said. She could hear a smirk in the voice behind that dark shadow.

"W-What?" A hind of confusion was evident on her voice.

"Your father betrayed me. I did what I had to do. And now, I’m going to do the same to you" Then the woman laughed wickedly at the shaken girl.

"I-I don't even know my own father! Who are you?!"

“A monster, as some of you, mortals would like to call it" She answered, slowly revealing herself under the moonlight, making her visible. She had this wicked grin on her face.

Amelia’s eyes widen in horror as she realized who the blonde woman was. It was one of the creature in her dream. Fangs, Claws, Superhuman Strength, what else?!

"Y-You're the creature in my dreams! Ple-please don't hurt me"

"That depends, my darling. What benefit would that give me? What can you offer, darling?"

The girl’s breath hitched, daring to think of a good answer that can potentially help her survive this. A slight pause surfaced between her and the womanly creature, her waiting for your answer.

"My loyalty..." the girl whispered, hoping it would be enough.

"Hmmm... I see. What else?" The woman smirked.

"You can do whatever you want with me, as long as I can live!" The girl cried out desperately, whimpering on her knees.

The woman hummed, surprised by the girl’s scared uttered words. Her brows raised, smirking in confusion.

"I'm surprised… You still haven't attacked me with your freaky powers yet" Her words stuck Amelie like a bold of lightning, leaving her with a grim, but perplexed look on your face.

"My pow- what?"

"Oh, babygirl. You are one of the descendants of the first monster hunter… So, they really haven't told you anything, have they?" She pouted sarcastically, her frame walking towards Amelia a little closer than they once were before.

"No..." the brunette girl looked down on the ground, but she felt a sudden hand on her chin forcing her to look up at the woman’s face.

The woman was indeed gorgeous. Especially those stricken red eyes that glows so vividly like blood, Amelia found herself drawn to them.

"I suppose, I could teach you a trick or two" The woman’s lips formed into a devilish smirk, looking down at the vulnerable brunette.

"Really?" Amelia’s eyes widened in hope. 

"Certainly, and I could also offer you something in return" The hand that was once on Amelia left from her chin. The woman leaned back, turned her heel and slowly walked towards the opposite of her, the sound of her heels clanking against the stone concrete.

"Okay..." Amelie nodded, her eyes looked at the woman in desperation.

"Immortality" Then the woman looked back at her, swiftly attacked her neck like a hawk, fangs deepening. 

Not so long after, she had learned that the woman was named as Elinor Fairmont. She found herself slowly drawn to the woman who made her her.

[a-simple-imagine]

miscellaneous stories

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Charlie's Angels 2019

℘ ELENA HOUGHLIN

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elena develops a crush on an acrobat in a traveling circus

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♡ JANE KANO

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when an angel gets her wings - jane kano x fem!reader

y/n is finally getting her wings so the angels take her out to celebrate but things go wrong after a spot of day drinking

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❁ SABINA WILSON

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tequila shots - sabina wilson x fem!reader

you meet sabina in your father’s club but the angel isn’t there to party

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First Kill

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ELINOR FAIRMONT

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a monster's embrace - elinor fairmont x fem!reader

being alone in bed with Elinor is enough to send you into a philosophical spiral that she only wishes to make worse. 

the devil's touch - elinor fairmont x fem!reader

you meet elinor at a bar but you’re a little shy

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Frozen

❄ ELSA 

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let me show you - elsa x fem!reader

elsa makes friends with a lonely girl in the forest and decides to introduce her to the spirits

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Mean Girls (2024)

✎ JANIS 'IMI'IKE

monsters on film - janis 'imi'ike x fem!reader

you ask janis to help with a project

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perfectly pathetic - regina george x fem!reader

when you take an interest in the new girl, regina takes an interest in you

World Burn - regina george x fem!reader

nobody messes with regina george

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Men In Black - International

⌕ AGENT M

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car troubles - agent m x fem!reader

reader is another agent on the mission with m&h and she hears when agent m says she’s never been in love with anyone and she’s like I will change that

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“what the hell did you do to that poor snowman?!”

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SIX the Musical

ꕥ ANNE BOLEYN

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silly little surprise - anne boleyn x fem!reader

reader surprises anne at work

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・❥・KATHERINE HOWARD

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in the company of ghosts - katherine howard x gn!reader

Katherine Howard takes a particular interest in the latest crew member of the divorced, beheaded, live tour.

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THE SUBSTANCE

✭ ELISABETH SPARKLE/SUE

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The Same but Different - Sue x fem!reader/Elisabeth Sparkle x fem!reader

your relationship with Sue is fun and free but things become a little more complicated when Elisabeth Sparkle joins the fray.

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Westworld

꩜ DOLORES ABERNATHY

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Welcome To Westworld -Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, elements of Dolores Abernathy x reader

Y/N and Natasha visit Westworld where they meet a particular blonde.

Series; 

Is it Real - Dolores Abernathy x fem!reader 

Follows the events of Season 3 of Westworld with the reader inserted into the action

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[riribabymomma]

Regret

Pairing: Calliope Burns x Fem!Reader

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“You turned my brother?” she turned to me with tears forming in her eyes i backed up a little bit still making eye contact with her

“Cal...I can explain” 

“What, Y/n? What could you possibly say to me?” I could hear the hurt in her voice and in her eyes 

“He asked for my help, I tried to drain him so he could die with dignity” she scoffed and looked at her brother then me 

“I hope your at peace now” 

“I just wanted to make things right, or as right as I could.” I walked closer to her trying to grab her hand but she backed up 

“As right as you could? Thought you were some kind of savior?” In that moment i regret everything that i did but i saved him, right?

“No. I didn't know what I'd done. I never would've-” She cut me off stepping to me not even and inch away 

“You turned my brother into a monster y/n” 

“Cal-”I tried speaking again and she cuts me off

“That's what you did. And you knew that's not what he was asking you to do. So enough with always playing the innocent.”

“ The "I don't know what I am, I don't know how this works" bullshit. When you sank your fangs into him, you knew there was a chance you could turn him.”

“ True or false? Let's go with true. You know what else is true? You made him the thing he was raised to hate and trained to kill. The thing that murdered his mother. That wasn't your choice to make.” 

I wiped my tears as she walked away and i walked behind her”No and im sorry okay” 

“Sorry wont bring my brother back” I stepped back as she got closer to me

“Cal i know that”

“So then why are you still here”

“Cal, don't do this! You'll give Elinor exactly what she wanted, what they all wanted for us to not be together!” I exclaimed looking at her

“Do you think I care what your family wants? Let me make this as plain to you as I can. Stay the hell away from me.” 

“I love you cal and i know you love me,There is no way you can just turn your feelings off for me like that.”

She walked to the stake that was in the ground and put it to my heart “I'm not telling you again.” 

“You can stake me if it'll make you feel better. But you know I won't die.” She chuckles a little bit pushing so the tip is touching my skin

“That's right. You're a very "special" kind of monster. But I will spend the rest of my life trying to figure out how to kill you and every Legacy like you.” 

“Im sorry cal, Im so sorry”I look down at her chest and take a deep breath knowing shes not lying and I back away going to my car driving away” 

No ones pov

“Act II, Scene 6, Friar Laurence advises Romeo that violent delights have violent endings.”

“It makes sense to me now. I fell too deeply. Had I never met y/n Fairmont, maybe I could have loved moderately.”

“Had I never met Calliope Burns, maybe I could have loved moderately.”

As both of you say”And I never would have been in this much pain”

[skatetome]

hello!! could you please write elinor fairmont x fem reader? hope you have a nice day :)

More Locations Than Pages

Pairing: Elinor Fairmont x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1777 words

Warnings: FIRST KILL SPOILERS!! Fight description

Author's Note: This definitely could've been better, sorry anon :(. I used way too many time breaks. Anyways, thank you so much for the request! I hope you have a good day too!!

University was stressful — every single part of it. Even though you were in your sophomore year, the homesickness and constant pressure to succeed were still both as bad as they were freshman year. You valued the independence you received as a result of going to an out-of-state university and living in a dorm all alone, but there’s nothing you missed more than having your parents to go to when things got too stressful. You definitely didn’t adjust to that change during your first year here, and based on how you’ve been feeling recently, you probably won’t adjust to it during your second year, either. This university lifestyle was what you predicted to be amazing for your wellbeing, but it seems to be the complete opposite.

Your parents putting you under the impression that your grades were the only thing that mattered about you is the main reason university has been so difficult for you. Even after being moved out of their home for two years, the mindset they pushed on you for your entire life was obviously still very prevalent. The thoughts became so familiar to the point where you'd probably feel worse without them. There's a huge chance that your grades would decline, too. If your mind isn't constantly degrading you for every point you get off on an assignment, or telling you that you can put off your needs for a bit since you need to study, would your grades even be above a C-? If you gave up the rigid and intense habits after years of practicing them, what will that mean for your future? While abstaining from that lifestyle would give you answers to those questions, you simply don't feel ready to — at the moment, at least.

You stared at the empty document on your screen. What was supposed to be the first page of a paper with a seven-page minimum was nothing but a piece of digital printer paper that's been sitting in a printer for three weeks. Yep, you've had the last three weeks to write this entire paper. Sadly, for you, the paper was due tomorrow morning. It was currently 11pm, meaning you had twelve hours to write seven pages, which was absolutely impossible for you. You sigh and place your head onto your folded arms that rested on your desk. Your tired eyes glued themselves to the wood of the desk that lies right before them. The heaviness of your eyelids is quickly lifted at the sound of your phone going off. You raise your head from your arms and grab your phone. You reposition yourself into a less lazy seating position as you read and exchange messages with your girlfriend, Elinor Fairmont, or as you call her, Ellie.

———

hey can you come over to my place? it's urgent

sure, i'll bike over. see you in 5

love you. stay safe!

love you too!!

———

You grin as you turn off your laptop. Grabbing your mini backpack from the spot on the floor next to your desk, you stuff your laptop and its charger into it. You zip the top zipper closed and toss both the straps onto your shoulders. You approach the door of your dorm, open it, and lock it the moment you get out of the doorway. You make your way through the empty hallway, humming to the tune of a song that's been stuck in your head as you do so. Once you finally reach the exit, you push the door open and walk straight to the bike rack that rests next to your dorm building. You grab a key down from your pocket and unlock your bike. You walk it away from the rack and hop on the seat. You then start your route to Elinor's house, a route that's practically engraved in your head.

*****

You knock on the door of your girlfriend's house, laying with the straps on your backpack as you wait. You watch as Elinor runs down the staircase and towards the door. She grabs the doorknob and pulls the door open, waving you inside. The look on her face and her fast paced body language alarm you, as the reason she invited you over must've truly been urgent. She walks you up the staircase and pulls you by the wrist into her bedroom, seating you on the bed next to her.

"What's wrong? You seem to... panicked." You ask, concern starting to fill the newly-formed pit in your stomach.

"You're going to hate me." Elinor sighs, a worried smile plastering onto her face.

"I could never hate you, pretty. Just please tell me what's wrong so I can try to help."

You weren't lying. Ellie was perfect in your eyes, and there was truly nothing that could change that. You'd loved her for only a year and a half, but it felt like longer. The memories you two shared were similar to ones of true soulmates — which is where it seemed you and Ellie's relationship stood. You took your backpack off and placed it on the floor next to your feet, not breaking eye contact with Elinor as you waited for her to answer.

"It's a long story, but, basically, I got in a fight with these two guys and one of them tried to stab me but actually ended up stabbing the other guy. Juliette found my lipstick at the scene so she thinks I was the one who stabbed the guy. She stole my storage unit key and now she's with our distant brother Oliver and his girlfriend doing God knows what."

Her entire statement broke your heart. Knowing that she had gotten in a fight with two guys without you there to make sure she was alright was nauseating. The last thing you would want for Ellie is for her to get injured, or, in this case, actually stabbed. You couldn't imagine finding out the news, or even worse, watching her die. You felt one of your eyes fill with tears, which you quickly blinked away.

You and Juliette had always been on pretty good terms. Though you two didn't talk much, your shared conversations about dating girls were always enjoyable. That said, the attempt she was making to ruin Elinor's life with a murder accusation turned you away from her instantly. You couldn't believe that your girlfriend's own sister would do something like this. In fact, this whole situation was unbelieveable.

"Do you think Juliette and your brother will call the cops or something?"

"God I hope not." Elinor replies, plopping down onto the pillowed end of her bed as if she was getting ready to sleep.

"Do you want to get some sleep?" You ask the blonde, following her footsteps in laying down.

After seeing her nod sleepily, you pull the duvet over your two bodies. You bring Elinor closer to you, her head burrowing into your neck. You rub her back slowly, as you two doze off, cuddled against eachother.

*****

What sounded like hundreds of police sirens outside of the Fairmont house woke you up from your sleep. You blink a few times to adjust to the light before slowly removing our arms from Elinor's embrace. You get up from the bed and look out the window, seeing only the edges of red and blue blinking lights. You run back to the bed and stand by Elinor. You bend your knees a bit to get on her level before shaking her body lightly and whisper-shouting at her to wake up. It takes you about five shakes until her eyes started to open. You let go of her for a moment so she could wake up. Once she started to sit up, you pointed at the window as a way of silently showing her what was going on.

"We have to get out of here." You say, reaching your hand out for the tired girl to grab. She obliges and uses it to pull herself from her bed. She walked you both towards the window and let go of of your hand to open said window.

"Hop out, slide down the roof, and meet me down there.. we can run into town and hide, it's just down that hill over there." Elinor cried, the panic starting to settle into the two of you.

You nod at her and wiggle your way through the window frame, falling onto the slanted roof shortly after. You then slide down the roof and onto the grass, your back being the first and only part of your body to take impact. You sigh at the pain as you get up to stretch and wait for Elinor to follow you. You see the girl nervously make her way out of the house right after you. You back away a bit and watch as she slides down the roof and onto the ground where you stand. You reach both of your hands out for her to use to help her get up. You give her a quick peck on the lips before grabbing her hand and guiding the two of you towards the glowing lights of the city.

*****

After what felt like the two of you had run three marathons to get to the city, you rested on a bench to catch your breath. Elinor's head rested on your shoulder as your synced breathing began to slow down and return to a normal pace, similar to your heart rates. The tranquil silence you two had shared for who knows how long helped with your bodies going back to relaxation. Your minds have both slowed down too. The raging thoughts became less speedy and it was easier to come up with an escape plan.

"Do you, um, want to go get a room at that hotel down the street?" You asked your resting girlfriend.

"Sure, can you carry me, though?"

"The things I do for you." You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around your girlfriend to pick her up. You stand up and readjust so you can carry her bridal style. Before you start walking, Elinor pulls you in for a kiss that was well needed for both of you. You stay kissing for just a few moments before she pulls away. You stare into her eyes before pulling her into another kiss.

"That's the suspect!" A man's voice calls out. "In that woman's arms!"

You and Ellie pull away and look at the cops then back at each other. You start running down the streets of Savannah, Georgia with your criminal girlfriend in your arms and a seven-page paper you hadn't even started.

[midnighteclipze]

OK but imagine an Elinor x black!f!reader x Oliver and like Oliver and Elinor are in love with the reader, but the reader is in love with Oliver, and so Elinor tries to manipulate the reader into not loving Oliver/ fearing him so she can be with the reader 😶

[hopelesssheaven]

idc if it just came out please tumblr writers please write some first kill x reader fics idc who they're with

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Runaways. Calliope Burns x Black Fem!Reader

Genre; Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; Mentions of abuse, manipulation, favoritism, etc.

Synopsis; You and Cal have had enough.

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—The air humid, mist hanging thick in the air, two figures stand behind a jam packed SUV with suitcases almost bursting through the back. Their hushed tones are hurried and their banter tense with the situation at hand. For so long they’d been controlled and living in the image of their families legacies for so long, the thought of leaving seemed impossible until now.

“It’s not gonna fit. We’re going to have to leave it”.

A heartbroken sigh leaves the lips of one of the figures as they nod, a tear sliding down their eye.

“Yeah I know…Let me just get everything out of it first, please? If I can’t bring the entire thing, I-I want the pictures and jewelry”.

“Of course. I’m sorry, love” Moving the others hair from their face, they kiss their forehead before giving them a moment to mourn the loss of their most beloved possession.

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The music box had been the last thing Y/n inherited from her real father, the only Fairmont she knew that had never cared much for the entire traditional vampire thing, he wanted her to live as her true self and had no qualms of showing it; It’s why he left. She didn’t know specifically where he’d gone but he’d left her the music box with letters, pictures, and jewelry. He kissed her forehead, and made her a promise.

For the longest, she’d cherished that music box as the thing made her remember she was different from her controlling family members whilst hoping to one day break away and search out that promise her father made her.

The music box meant the world to her, and it was the reason she knew she had to leave.

The pink and golden box was indeed not a small music box, her mother would scoff at the sight of it everytime she entered girls room. At first it was only snide remarks, pettiness that reminded her of her mother’s narcissism and simply why her father had to leave her behind.

When she met Calliope, it had turned from smart remarks to a tool of abuse for her mother and golden child of an older sister. They at first only threatened to take it away if she kept seeing Cal —something she took with a grain of salt, until that day.

Being caught with your forbidden girlfriend was bad, but being caught with your forbidden girlfriend by your controlling abusive narc of a mother, and your yes man of a sister? That was worse. They’d dragged her home, sat her down, forcing her to watch as Elinor took your music box and berated her as she sobbed for hours, begging for it back.

—

“Hey, I’m sorry we had to leave it”. Cal squeezes your thigh in comfort. You looked out the window, trying to will yourself not to cry. Not in front of Cal, you thought. You knew why you had to leave it, but nothing comforted you more than the nights spent listening to the music whilst going through pictures of you and your dad.

“We had to. I know we had to. I’m just…I stole it back just to leave it, Cal.. That’s the last thing of my father I had” She sniffs, mumbling against the sleeve of her sweater, “We had to leave our phones, we had to work for this. I’m fine”. You told her, mostly reminding yourself in a hushed mantra.

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I remember clearly when hunting went from being my favorite thing to the most dreaded part of my days. How I longed for my first kill, to rid the world of what I thought was evil. I had never considered it wasn’t as black and white as I thought until I met Y/n. The battles between good and evil had now become a line I felt both sides could cross, and it I saw it be true in ways that terrified me. The vile, greediness of a hunter seemed just as bad as a vampires greedy lust for blood —I, now, saw more than a cause in my families eyes; they were thrilled to be killing and could do it with a smile, yet the monsters we fought were the evil ones.

When I met Y/n, it was all so clear. I looked in the mirror and I saw a greed in myself I didn’t like. A bloodthirsty evil that had been instilled in me since I could walk. As young as 2, I could walk into a room and see weapons and trinkets from old huntings. Souvenirs of a kill. The day I cheered with my family after killing someone else’s (no matter the species), I knew I couldn’t live like that anymore. I couldn’t live knowing killing was something for me to cheer about.

I had to go.

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“Do you ever wanna do something besides hunting”?

Truthfully, after she’d outed Y/n and I to my parents, I didn’t understand why I was asking Tess this. She valued hunting more than anything in this world, and I knew this would raise red flags to her but…Maybe that’s why I said it. I knew soon, this would be the end.

Her eyes shot up from her phone and I could feel her judging me, reminding me I was an outcast in my own family.

“Not this shit again. They killed my parents, Cal. Open your fucking eyes —They’re monsters”.

But were they? Or were they just trying to survive?

I fiddle with my nails, mumbling to myself, “But We were trying to kill their family too…”

I could feel Tess’ eyes burn a hole through me, and I knew she’d probably run and tell my parents, my brothers —I no longer cared.

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Before the day we left, Cal and I had been planning for months. We barely got to see each other but we’d meet up once a month to secure things for the day we’d leave. We had to get jobs to pay for new phones because ours were too easily tracked. We had to buy new wardrobes so our rooms would be left untouched. We started decorating an old cabin my father had, one not even my mother knew about.

I’d spent so much of my life feeling different than my family; taking blood pills to feel normal, to not take my cravings out on the innocent. My family wanted to be monsters, they wanted the thrill of killing humans —Especially Elinor.

I had to fight for my spot in the light, always in her shadow, being compared to her was something that made me the insecure shy girl I am currently. Elinor was my mothers doll, shaped into the image of her own reflection; she could do no wrong, but I could.

The fact I didn’t want to kill was laughable to my mother, and she let me know it constantly. How shitty a legacy vampire I am.

I needed to be a monster or I was a failure.

In the eyes of Calliope Burns, however. Me not being a monster was something I should take pride in, to be proud of. I could be me with no judgement.

It had never been so easy to choose to run away with someone.

—

After 22 hours of driving, you and Cal finally arrived at the cabin. You knew your family would be aware of your disappearances by now, and you wondered if your mother or Elinor would even care —Or would they be happy that the weakling was gone? The one who tarnished their legacy with her disdain of tradition?

Similarly, Cal wondered of her mothers reaction. Of her dad and brothers. Of Tess. Would they be relentless in finding her or would they finally let them be?

Snapping out of her thoughts, Cal is confused when she sees a figure on the porch of the cabin —tapping Y/n.

↳

“I know you’re not still sulking about that…hunter. We have someone much more suitable for you to meet, and they’re your own kind”.

“Yeah, baby sis, and I know how much you like girls. Picked her out myself”.

Margot and Elinor open your room door, expecting to see you still sulking about your little girlfriend, and plenty ready to mock you for it. Forcing you to do what they want once again.

Instead they found a white envelope on your bed, neatly wrapped in a golden ribbon.

—

“W-where is she”!? Talia’s voice trembled, looking at Tess with eyes watery and her voice quivering.

Tess flinches, holding up a note to Talia who shakes her head, immediately knowing. Guilt rushes through her as she begins to read.

“I love you. I love you mama, I love you dad, and I love Tess, Apollo, and Theo. That said, I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t feel truly human in a family so happy and willing to kill without thinking twice. Swearing it’s on moral grounds based off closemindness and a rivalry that started long before my birth. I’ve watched and participated in savage killings, saying it’s to protect humanity while grinning and taking souvenirs. Killing others families under the guise of protecting mine. Truth be told…Neither side is innocent, but Y/n is. Y/n makes me happy. Y/n isn’t a monster, and you all can’t seem to understand that —The more you control my life, the more I’m pushed away. I believe in not judging others before seeing their heart…At least that’s what you taught me, mama. Right? Keep an open mind?

You won’t be able to find us, and I suggest you don’t. I’m not coming back unless changes are made…I can’t keep distorting my reflection in the mirror for a legacy I never asked for. I want to feel my humanity again —Let me be human again.

I love you.

-Signed, Calliope.”

Talia finishes reading aloud for the family as a tear drips down her eye. The air is thick, and there’s a moment of silence before Theo speaks.

“Well!? Come on we have to find her”!

Grabbing the keys, there was a commotion as everyone left for the car. Begrudgingly, Talia follows with no hope in her heart; knowing her daughter like her own heart, she knows it’s futile to search.

They won’t find her.

~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~ + ~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~

Y/n looks out the window in disbelief. It couldn’t be. Nearly falling out of the car, she runs up to the figure with tears immediately falling down her cheek.

“P-papa”!? You throw yourself into his arms to which he holds onto your tight, kissing your hair.

Cal watches in happiness. She hadn’t seen your smile since you’d gotten your music box taken that night.

“Hey Little Dove”.

↳

I stared down at the paper in disbelief, the Fairmonts had a strong, all powerful family that dealt in dirt and blood whilst hidden in plain sight. I had to push Oliver out after seeing what a weakling he was —But Y/n? I had to admit, although she was weaker than Oliver, I had a soft spot for my “cute” baby sis. She couldn’t harm a fly let alone finish her first kill in time for the ceremony. Ever the goody 2 shoes. I didn’t expect this, and by the look on our dear mothers face; neither did she.

“Elinor. Gather the others”. Mothers demands usually fell on deaf ears when it came to our relationship, but I could tell she was serious. So I did.

—

I scowled. Betrayal. First we’d lost Oliver and now Y/n was rebelling because of that hunter thing. I knew she couldn’t handle this, from the moment I’d given birth to her. From the moment Greg left and that god awful music box became the equivalent of a stuffed animal to a toddler for her.

“Hi mother, Elinor. I hope this finds you well after I’m gone. I don’t want to be found. I’ve been belittled and controlled in this family long enough. Time and time again my pleas of living a normal life seemed to go unnoticed —Forced to mask myself as the monster you molded Elinor into. Your little golden girl.

Truth is, I’m not a killer. I don’t want to go down the path you and this family have taken with horrible reasoning of it being tradition. For so long I’ve put on an act to please and obey you; smiling and trying my hardest to be the legacy vampire you wished I would be.

I know why my father left. I bet you thought I didn’t. Do you remember the night he left? You scolded me for coming home late, and the next day you found me listening to the music box…You looked disgusted with me. I could never forget that look.

That night dad took me to the lake, we had a picnic and watched the stars —He read to me one last time, and then he broke the news. How you tried to mold him into the husband you so desperately wanted for the validation of your mother. The source of how your narcissistic personality came to be, no doubt.

He told me everything, made me a promise, gave me the music box and dropped me off before he’d disappeared.

From the time I was a toddler you’ve controlled every aspect of my life, compared me to Elinor, and drained me of the happiness I once knew. I was your doll, I filled the place dad had left purposely. You always did pride yourself on being nothing like your mother —You ARE your mother. You’ve transferred the abuse she gave you and sent it back to me tenfold. You’re that monster you always wanted to avoid turning into, Margot. How does it feel?

How does it feel to know you’re just like grandmama? That I left because I couldn’t stand being in that house with you anymore? With you and Elinor? Whose just the same as you and grandmother.

Try to find us, and you’ll regret it.

Give my regards to grandma, oh wait… Well. Have Sebastian tell her for me.

-Your Loving Daughter, Y/n.”

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she’d be back, groveling at the feet of the Fairmont family to give her another chance. I should’ve known she was a weakling.

Just. Like. Her. Father.

~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~ + ~•~~•~•~~•~•~~•~

Spending time with my father was like the old days, he’d promised to come back and now that he was here in the flesh, I had so much curiosity in my heart.

He played candyland with Cal and I and seeing him get along with her was the most beautiful view. For once I felt as if I was in a space of comfort where I could be myself without worry of judgement and the nitpicking of my every choice. I still felt the bitter sweetness of being away from my family, however. A tug in my chest that kept telling me I needed to go back; I was happy for once. Happy to be away. Yet the guilt ate at my soul like a buzzard to a Bambi’s corpse.

My dad saw the look on my face, and asked Cal to give us a moment. For the first time in years I sat in my dads lap with my head cradled to his chest —I was his little girl again, to be protected from the harshness of this world.

“Did I make the right decision, Papa”? I asked meekly, looking up at my father, no doubt still seeming like an 8-year-old in his eyes.

He sighed.

“Bubble. I made a promise to you, you made a promise to me. I promised I’d come back and you promised me to never end up like your mother, her mother, or her sister. It was sooo hard for me not to scoop you up and take you with me, but I never stopped watching over you…Protecting you”.

My ears perked up in confusion, looking at him with my eyebrows creased in confusion. He nods in return, booping my nose like old times.

“I was always near, watching to see the young woman you’d become. I knew you’d never turn into them, sweetheart…It’s not you, and I am so proud of you for that. I saw you’d found Cal and knew it only a matter of time before it was time for me to hold up my end of our promises; getting to witness the new you in reality? That was all I needed”.

I could feel my eyes watering, I could feel every emotion from sadness to anger at the world coursing through me —all I ever wanted was my dad to see me now and say he’s proud of me. I sob into his neck, leaving a mess of tears and snot on his shirt. He rubs my back and says the five words I’d been aching for.

“I’m proud of you, Bubble”.

↳

You see forbidden love stories and wonder when it’s your turn. You sit around reading the novels and daydreaming of something you think is impossible. With you and Calliope went through reminded you that it was the two of you against the world.

“We made the right decision, right”?

Cal chuckles, tilting your head to look at her, smooshing your face in her hands and pressing a kiss to them.

“The fucking best”.

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A/N: for dré because dré supremacy is so real.

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It’s Not That Simple and It’s Not That Strange [1/?]

Fandom: First Kill   Pairing: Elinor Fairmont x Fem! Reader  Summary: After Elinor’s would-be engagement to Tom Davenport falls through, the Atwood-Fairmont family decides to host a selection ceremony to marry her off to another eligible male Legacy vampire. While you are not competing, you are attending the ceremony with your family, and you and Elinor keep finding your way to each other.   A/N: the title is from the song Desire by Grace Potter. I already have the next chapter written, so I might just post that immediately lol. I’m hoping to post the next chapter of Prove Them Wrong soon; big things happen when Eric and Reader get to Candor!! <3

You awoke with a groan, exhausted from a late night at work the night prior. In the mirror, your reflection revealed that there were dark bags beneath your eyes and a faint red line at the corner of your mouth. You scowled–usually you were much cleaner than that–before stepping into the shower and letting the warm water wash away all thoughts of work for the weekend. As you dried yourself off with a towel, your mother called up to you. 

“Y/N, there is mail here that your father and I are waiting to open until you get down here!” You rolled your eyes, knowing that was her way of telling you to hurry up.

“Coming!” you called back before hanging your towel up, getting dressed. You descended the stairs wearing a pair of ripped blue jeans and a soft black sweater and rushed to the kitchen, where your parents sat at the table staring at a crisp white envelope. 

Without preamble, your father said, “A Legacy sentry delivered this last night,” nodding at the envelope. 

“Do we know who it’s from?” you asked. 

“The Atwoods,” your mother answered, and your eyebrows raised in shock. “I hope it’s a formal apology for the disaster that was Juliette’s consecration ceremony,” she added. You hadn’t been present at the ceremony, but you’d heard about what had happened from your parents and your best friend, Akio Sugimoto. You and Akio had become friends over spring break one year in elementary school, when both his parents and yours decided to spend the break in Hawaii. Even though you had only seen him a couple times since then, you two had kept in touch and managed to form a close friendship nurtured by lengthy facetime calls and inside jokes. 

“Well, let’s find out,” your father said, finally opening the envelope with an old brass letter opener. From inside, he pulled out a pale pink card, which read:

The Atwood-Fairmont Family cordially invites you to  the Spousal Selection Ceremony of Elinor Davina Atwood-Fairmont Madrid, Spain | beginning on the first full moon of spring

Your mother pursed her lips as she read the curved text. “While it is not the apology I was hoping for, this is good. Of course, this is likely an attempt to appease the Legacies by giving anyone with an eligible son a chance at marrying the future Keeper of the Emerald Malkia, but even so, it is an opportunity to gain some influence with the other Legacies.”

“Why focus on the other Legacies?” you chimed in. “Elinor and I are roughly the same age, and from what I’ve heard, she’s relatively shallow. And you know how it goes, chicks before dicks and all that.” 

“While I appreciate your forward thinking,” your father began calmly. “Your cousin Jonathan will be competing for her hand, so we are hoping to gain influence that way.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Your parents were always underestimating you. On the outside, you smiled and nodded; you knew fighting would just waste time that could be spent planning. 

“That being said, we will have to go shopping for more formal attire seeing as the selection could last longer than the usual Legacy gathering,” your mother said. “And I think it would be a waste of a perfectly good Saturday to sit around and do nothing, so you and I,” she locked eyes with you, “will do shopping and talk about appropriate behavior while your father makes a few phone calls to coordinate with the Sugimotos, the Savellis, and other Legacy families.”

–

The day went by slowly as you and your mother stopped at what felt like every high-end clothing store in the city. After putting the shopping bags in the car, you climbed into the passenger’s seat exhausted and ready to go home. Beside you, your mother inhaled sharply, and you knew she was about to give you a lecture about appropriate behaviour, just as she did before every Legacy function for as long as you could remember. 

“Remember,” she began. “Absolutely no funny business; you are not going there to have a good time. Everything that you do reflects on our family, and if I so much as hear one word about you acting like a goddamn fool, you will be on the next available flight home. And I expect you to reign in that snarky streak you have, for it will not be tolerated. Everything you say should serve to bolster Jonathan’s position with Elinor or our family’s reputation. The third thing is that while you should be on the lookout for a future partnership for yourself, don’t take any action. Everything goes through your father and I first. And last but not least, any weaknesses that you spot in the Atwood-Fairmont family, you report back to me. Do I make myself clear?” she asked, eyes hard as she looked at you before turning back to the road. 

“Yes,” you nodded. You knew what you were going to Madrid to do, and you weren’t in the habit of getting sidetracked or causing problems for your family. But nothing could have prepared you for the way your time in Madrid would unfold. 

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I need help deciding.

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Masterlist

STRANGER THINGS

When You Love Someone | Billy Hargrove character study

DIVERGENT

Prove Them Wrong | Eric Coulter x Fem! Reader (in progress)

MARVEL (SONY, MCU)

Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe | Eddie Brock x Venom [🎄]

Crushes & Apartment Crashing | Valkyrie x Fem! Reader

Peter Parker flirts with you during science class (HCs)

DC (NOLANVERSE, COMICS)

Master of Shadows | Bane x Fem! Reader (in progress)

THE MAGICIANS

We’re Still Best Bitches, Right? | Kady Orloff-Diaz x Julia Wicker

CRIMINAL MINDS

The Wrong Agent | David Rossi x Aaron Hotchner (complete)

1 2 3 4 5

if(youLoveMe) == true | Penelope Garcia x Fem! Reader (coming soon)

GAME OF THRONES

The Mockingbird and the Spider | Varys x Petyr Baelish

THE ORIGINALS

It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You) | Keelin Malraux x Freya Mikaelson

FIRST KILL

It’s Not That Simple And It’s Not That Strange | Elinor Fairmont x Fem! Reader (in progress)

1 2

SHADOW & BONE / SIX OF CROWS

Love Me Gently | Ivan x Fedyor Kaminsky 

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

More Than Just a Rumor | Diego Hargreeves x Reader

RIVERDALE

The Hidden Side of Us | Fangs Fogarty x Fem! Reader

Fandoms I am no longer writing for: Riverdale, The Umbrella Academy

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can you make a smutty elinor fairmont x fem!reader

I cannot :)

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A Monster’s Embrace

Synopsis: being alone in bed with Elinor is enough to send you into a philosophical spiral that she only wishes to make worse. 

Pairing: Elinor Fairmont x reader

words: 1.9k 

A/N - little bit obsessed with first kill. massively obsessed with elinor. this is purely self indulgent and i might write more. might not. who knows?? i take requests

Warnings - a few mentions of blood, vampires, and murder. little bit of choking. some toxic relationship elements and a hint of blasphemy. 

If our humanity is measured through our sense of morality does every night spent in her embrace make you a monster?

Elinor Fairmont was perhaps the most beautiful woman you had ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes upon. All the elegance of a majestic bird soaring through life. A perfect example of an unrealistic beauty standard is that pretty face paired with a deliciously devilish smile. Tall but not too tall. Long blonde hair with never a strand misplaced. Truly a league about the rest but in the absolute worst way because that pretty face was merely camouflage for what lay underneath. Miss Fairmont held a secret that weighed heavily on your mind. In the beginning, you were just any other naïve victim but what excuse did you have now? what excuse did you have for ignoring every red flag she violently waved right before your eyes?

This was never supposed to happen but she was a master of her craft. You were simply one of many that had been so easily manipulated. so how did it ever get to this point? You'd never offered anything more than the others. and yet, you're here and alive. In a house that wasn't your own. In a room that was glamorous and perfect; each item had its place that was neat and uniform. Laying in a bed that was just a little too soft and welcoming. A woman beside you sleeping. Sometimes in moments like this, you can't help but wonder what life would be like if you simply walked away from the blonde you'd become so enthralled with...

"Are you okay?" Her sugary-sweet voice serves as a surprise that cuts through the darkness. As does the hand that now graces your arm. You flinch away instinctively. It's only natural to want to escape the unexpected moment of affection, right? Even after all this time? You try but it's hard to not react in such a way to her delicate touch. It's gotten worse as of late. Ever since you caught a glimpse of the treasure trove she keeps hidden away in her drawer.

"I'm fine," it's a quiet lie. the answer that everyone gives to avoid talking about their issues.

"Then why is your heart racing?" You hate that she can hear something so out of your control. "You're also warm and a little sticky."

"Just a bad dream," you admit but without any kind of elaboration. These dreams were a common occurrence but hardly something you wished to share with Elinor. A few moments of silence pass by before she squeezes your arm just a little.

"Are you really that freaked out?" She questions although you take it as rhetorical. "don't worry, I'll protect you from the scary dreams." You can sense the smile behind her words. That hint of sarcasm always edged her tone when she mocks you. In many ways it was a genuine statement, She was a fiercely loyal individual who would do anything to protect those she deemed worthy. But she was also just mean; took any chance to make fun of the mundane. A soft sigh slips past your lips and it's followed by an exaggerated sigh from her. "lighten up," you offer the night a smile you're not sure Elinor can even see. you don't know what to say. How to explain that she can't protect you from the feelings you keep in the lockbox of your chest. Minutes tick by. Who knows how many before you fall back down against the mattress and shift onto your side facing her. Her eyes are shut but you know she's not sleeping. Merely thinking. Probably scheming. They gradually flutter open to reveal the exquisite blue that's hidden beneath. "Go to sleep," she remarks. "stop staring at me."

A huff of a laugh; genuine but quiet. This is the most vulnerable Elinor ever allows herself to be. "sorry,"

"you're being so weird tonight." It was hardly different to any other night, she was just never generally awake to witness the nightmare. You'd typically watch her sleep as you tremble and try to get your breathing under control. But it's a difficult process because your constant nightmare is also your reality. That monster that haunts your dreams is simply a manifestation of, well, the vampire sleeping peacefully beside you. you take a deep breath to let the nerves settle.

"Why do you keep me around?"

It's a little hard to make out but you watch her expression morph from something of dreamy amusement to furrowed confusion. "excuse me?"

"Why do you keep me around?" You repeat. "why am I here?"

Elinor seems almost surprised by your forwardness. Her face softens before she turns so she's on her back looking up towards the ceiling. "Guess I just wanted a plaything like everyone else."

"So I'm just a plaything?" You sit up a little, leaning down on the palm of your hand.

"What do you want me to say?" Elinor briefly glances in your direction. "We're not like... destined to be together or some shit like that."

"I never thought we were destined to be together." this wasn't some fairytale with a happy ending. Elinor wouldn't be part of it if it was. if your relationship was a story, it'd be some messy horror.

"oh I know," she nods a little. "you wouldn't be so scared of me if you did."

a tidal wave of heat washes over you and you freeze. Staring at the woman who was now looking back at you; a curious quirk on her lips. Elinor was a vampire. Vampires drink blood. She needed to drink human blood to survive. But while you understood it was a vital part of her survival, that didn't make it any easier to accept. There was always this idea surrounding vampires that the good ones should be ashamed of who they are. they should denounce the notion of feeding off humans, making them decent people. But that just wasn't Elinor. She relished in the parts of herself that were dark and manipulative. She got off on the thrill of sinking her fangs deep into a neck and gradually draining a living person of their blood until they're just a husk of their former selves. It wasn't just survival. It was about power. She stood firmly at the top of the food chain and she saw absolutely nothing wrong with that. You, however, weren't a vampire and saw many things wrong with that. the most obvious being the issue with killing people. Elinor was a cold-blooded murderer and proud which chilled you to the very core. thoughts of what she gets up to in the shadows swirl around your head. it leaves a dark pit deep down inside your stomach. "You think I'm scared of you?"

"Duh," Her shoulders rise and fall. "You jump every time I touch you. When we first met I thought your heart might explode with how fast it was beating." It's a feeling of guilt that hangs heavy on your heart whenever you're around Elinor. You spend so much time with her; you're supposed to like her not live in fear that any wrong move will lead to death. But you can't help it. She was scary. Anyone who knew her would agree. "it's never really stopped," the blond diverts onto her side once more, placing her perfectly manicured hand against your chest. She was feeling your heartbeat. "deep down... I know you're terrified of me." that made you feel even worse for thinking she was a monster. for letting her haunt your fantasies even though it was out of your control. She didn't deserve that. "You always will be scared that one day, I might just," a once tender moment turns dark as her hand darts for your neck, pushing you swiftly against the bed. "snap." the blonde shuffles nearer, keeping you pinned down. she leans in so closely, that you can feel her warm breath bathe your skin. it's a struggle to swallow against the pressure of her grip. "I already know just how delicious you are," whispered into your ear as her fingers press deeper into your neck. "maybe I should just kill you right now, hmm? relieve you of the fear," a quirk of her brow. " it'd be oh so easy." such an intoxicatingly sultry tone to her threat. a moment is frozen in time as she stares down at you. she's hardly even choking you; it's just enough to make your heart race. to show who's in charge here. She could if she wanted to but she won't kill you. that glint in her eye is playful, not murderous. you grab the girl's wrist and her clasp loosens. a heavy sigh as she returns to her original spot on the bed. "that's probably why I keep you around, I like that you're scared of me."

That was a pretty messed up thing to do. it also made little sense in the grand scheme of things but nothing made sense anymore. was she trying to torture you? How does that work when she doesn't force you to be here? it's your choice to be here. it's one of the many things that confused you. why did you always come back? "i... don't understand."

"you're scared of me and yet, you go out of your way to be here," she clarifies. "I don't understand why you're here when you think so little of me."

that's the thing though. you don't think little of her. in fact, you cherished the very ground she walked on. You held Elinor up on this incredibly high pedestal; saw her as a god walking amongst the mortals just like she wanted. And that's what terrified you more than anything. Sure she was a big scary vampire but you throw caution to the wind for sparse moments spent in her presence. it's the most confusing part of this whole thing. you're willing to look past such violent atrocities like they're merely misdemeanors. "I'm sorry." you don't know why you're apologising but it's all you could think of to say.

"Don't be," she urges. "I don't care what you think of me." you wonder if that's actually true. if there isn't some part of her that is desperate for approval from everyone. a delicate hand grasps your chin, you tense up and she waits for you to relax before running her thumb over your cheek. "you're cute," her voice but a whisper in the night. you almost don't hear her. "it's a weakness."

"for me... or for you?" Elinor leans in to catch you in an unexpected embrace; it's such a temperate kiss it's over before it's even started. it's very unlike her.

"both." A flash of a smile before she rolls over once more. that pit in your stomach fades just a little but that's hardly a good thing.

If humanity is measured through our sense of morality then where does that leave you as someone willing to pardon such a power-hungry vampire? Are you just as bad for not turning her into hunters or the police? are you a horrible person for being scared of someone so willing to protect you? or is humanity simply overrated when it came to Miss Elinor Fairmont?

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haven’t written in like a week but i finally started working on an elinor request ✌️