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five-bi-five-mind · 10 months

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Corruptible

Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Pairing: Faith Lehane x fem!r

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.8k+

Summary: Faith can’t help but want to corrupt you… just a little. She was practically hooked on you and when she got that itch… well she would only have one thing on her mind until it was scratched.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics; overstimulation; strap-on use (r receiving); top!Faith, bottom!r; rough sex; choking; a lil innocence kink…

A/N: Just a short little smut fic of Faith being... well you know... Faith. Hope y'all enjoy. The Dru one will be next and then I might focus more on the actually more serious, angsty Faith fic.

Faith was feeling cooped up. It really wasn’t her jam to be sitting around like this. Her time of sitting around doing research on whatever big bad was lurking had been long over. She hasn’t done this shit since she was part of the misguided Scooby gang. But here she was, pretending to pour over books while you sat on the other side of her tiny studio apartment. How did she get pulled into this?

Oh yeah, she bumped into you two minutes before becoming a demon’s midnight snack and immediately she was smitten. Of course, she had to go and fall for a softy with a heart to help the helpless. And, of course, when you found out about Faith’s slayer status you were eager to be her useful little sidekick.

You were also a worrier though. So, that made Faith go along with your little plans. Something about being more prepared, finding weakness faster than just throwing everything at it… blah blah blah… Honestly Faith zoned out about that conversation and instead focused on how nice your tits looked that day. She did that kind of often. It wasn’t that she didn’t value what you said. She really did. It was just that you were so endearing when you were passionate about something and it made Faith’s mind wander.

Like now for instance. You were sprawled out on the floor, very focused on whatever it was you were reading. Faith was again paying attention to anything but the monster at hand. Currently, she thought about how innocent and unsuspecting you looked as you scanned the pages in front of you. It made the wheels in Faith’s mind start turning it.

It was always when you looked particularly small and adorable that got Faith going. She had this weird, maybe slightly twisted need to corrupt you just a little bit. But not in an evil way. No, she’s been there, that's the past. This was in an almost… animalistic way.

So an idea came to her. Abruptly, Faith shot up from her spot. You watched as she dug for something under the bed. She purposely shielded whatever she was grabbing from view and scurried into the bathroom.

You stared at the door for a moment, shrugging it off when she didn’t come out quickly enough to keep your attention. Your eyes went back to the books in front of you, dutifully trying to sleuth out this demon’s origins and weak points.

A moment later, the bathroom door opened again and your eyes went up to glance at Faith. She had the perfect poker face on, but still something told you she was up to something.

She plopped down on the bed and started to grin down at you. This had your full attention now.

“Let’s take a break, babe,” She said with a hint of excitement in her tone.

“Okay…” you said hesitantly. “And do what?” She was definitely up to something.

“Well first you could strip for me.”

You immediately blushed at that, your eyes bugging out of your head. “Faith!” You exclaimed, jumping to your feet. “We’ve got serious work to do!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Faith rolled her eyes teasingly. “But baby, I’ve got that… itch.”

Of course she did. She was practically useless in terms of brain work until she fixed that little problem. Faith warned you up front that she had a pretty strong libido. She said it was probably a slayer thing. You thought it was really just a Faith thing.

“Please, baby?” She broke you out of your thoughts. The way she was looking at you was already breaking your resolve. She had her lip between her teeth and was giving you those hungry eyes that already had you weak at the knees.

“I guess we have been going for a while…”

“That’s right, babe. Time for a break.” She leaned forward where she sat, the anticipation of what was to come already had her body buzzing. “Now, give us a show?”

Your face flushed even more at this, but you rolled your eyes to play it off. You were still going to give her what she wanted, you just didn’t know how much of a show that would be.

For whatever reason, your hands went to your jeans first. Popping the button of them before moving to the zipper, you noticed the way Faith watched your every move. You shimmied out of them slowly until they fell to the ground and you stepped out of them. Then you did the same with your panties. Your hands went to your shirt and started to tug up, but then you saw Faith’s hand shoot out in a stop motion.

“Wait!” Faith interrupted. “Leave it on.” There was something about the image in front of her that had her eager to just grab you and throw you on the bed. It was her shirt you were wearing, after all. So, to see you in just her shirt and nothing else had her feeling more and more keyed up by the second.

You shifted where you stood. Not entirely sure what you were waiting for. Faith, on the other hand, enjoyed the way you squirmed under her gaze. She also loved the way you were waiting for her to give you your next order. The way she already had you a little bit in tune with her, trained to be good for her. She could feel the wetness flood between her legs where she sat.

“What next?” You asked impatiently, feeling very exposed, despite still being half dressed.

Faith’s smirk just grew as she looked you up and down. What she had planned next was going to get a reaction out of you, she was sure of it. She could almost picture it, and she couldn’t wait for it to come to fruition.

“Now…” she started. “You’re gonna come here, princess and do as you’re told.” Faith gave you a devilish smile. Her hands went to her belt. Your eyes were glued to the way she slowly undid it and then began to pop the button of her jeans. Then your gaze went a little lower. How did you miss the slight bulge in her pants?

Faith’s eyes never left your face though. She was wearing a cocky smirk as she watched your cheeks slowly flush when she began to pull out the toy she had hidden. She let you take it in for a second, your eyes widening as you realized that must have been what she scurried to the bathroom to put on. Of course she would want to shock you with it. That was something so… just so Faith. She loved the way she’d get you flustered and she was doing a damn good job of it right now.

Faith slapped both her legs. The sound caused you to jump and break your dazed stare at the toy between her legs. “So, c’mere.” Faith’s hands planted on the bed as she leaned back a little. “Ride my cock.”

You blanched. Your eyes went from her face to the strap-on and back up. You’d never done that before.

With hesitant steps you approached where Faith was perched on bed. Again you looked at the toy between her legs before looking back up into her eyes. Her pupils were totally blown and she licked her lips as she watched you slowly start to mount her.

“That’s it,” She purred as she watched you line the toy up with your entrance. “Good girl.”

Her words instantly sent a flush to your cheeks, but still you focused on the task at hand. You slowly let yourself inch down on it. It wasn’t fast enough for Faith though.

In a flash her hands were on your thighs. She simultaneously pressed your body down and thrust her hips up, fully sheathing the toy inside you. You let out a strangled cry at the feeling of being so filled by her, but you also felt instant pleasure with the way she rolled her hips a second later.

It didn’t take long for you to do the same, rocking yourself into Faith to match her motions. One of her arms hooked around your body as she fucked up into you while the other moved behind her to keep her balanced.

She had ordered you to ride her, but really it was her movements that had you bouncing up and down on her lap. You were just doing your best to keep up with her, your hands gripping fistfuls of her tank top to keep yourself upright and grounded.

Faith had that cocky grin on her face the whole time. Watching you moan and whine on top of her gave her a sense of pride and even power that slaying never quite did. It was something about having you so completely like this, her cock buried deep inside you, making you do the filthiest things without a peep of protest that made her feel like that. No one else could do that, but her. So as you began to shake on top of her, signaling your impending release, something primal took over her.

With her hold on you, she had you flipped with your back hitting the mattress hard in two seconds. With a growl, she started pumping herself into you with what you could only describe as slayer speed. Your hands still held fistfuls of her shirt as she fucked you to your edge. You let out a long whine and your body shuttered as you came around her cock, but she didn’t even slow down.

Instead, she grabbed your legs and pushed them up until your knees practically hit your chest, allowing her to pump deeper inside you. At this point you couldn’t stop yourself from constantly moaning. The way Faith hit deeper inside you than any time before and the fact that you haven’t even come down from your orgasm was making you lose total control of yourself.

Faith, meanwhile, was grunting on top of you. It was like she was in a total trance as she fucked you. Her eyes went from watching between your bodies and being mesmerized by the way her cock disappeared inside you, to watching your face as it twisted in pleasure.

It wasn’t long before you came again, crying out her name as you did. She actually slowed down this time, allowing you to catch your breath.

Her hand glided up your body until it stopped at your throat. She let it rest there, her fingers wrapped around your neck but not applying any pressure. Her head cocked to the side as she stared down at you.

“Why is it,” She began breathlessly, “that I can never get enough of you. Is this what it feels like for a vampire to crave blood? Only, you know, for me it’s your pussy…”

She was always so crass. But with her cock still buried in you and the way she was licking her lips and looking down at you like a snack… you couldn’t deny all of it, even her words, turned you on all over again.

“I’m not done with you.” She said that more to herself than you, punctuating that with another slow roll of her hips. You groaned and braced your hands on her shoulders, trying to indicate to her to hold up a moment. Words were escaping you though. Not because she was pressing harder on your neck now. No, she still wasn’t cutting off your airway. No, it was because the last orgasm she gave you still left you breathless.

“I just want one more, princess.” It sounded more like a demand than a request, yet you still weakly nodded your consent. Her hips rolled into you again and this time it seemed like she was going to take it slow.

She pulled the toy almost all the way out, taking a breath, while you held your own. Then without warning she snapped her hips, bottoming out again inside you.

You cried out for her again and her hand flexed on your neck. “Yes, fuck, scream for me, baby,” she growled above you as she repeated the action. The control she felt in that moment was almost like a drug. The way you were so helpless underneath her hold gave her such a rush. She literally held your life in her hands, with the way her hand applied just the slightest pressure to make your breaths turn shallow.

But it wasn’t her knowledge of her strength compared to your weakened, fucked out state that made her feel so high right now. It was the fact that you had utter trust in her as she pressed harder. It was such a wild mixture of love and lust that ran through her veins as she picked her pace back up and began fucking you abandon. She would never hurt you, even if she easily could, and you knew that deep down as you let her absolutely ruin you in the filthiest way.

The choked out cry you gave as her hips slammed into you gave her indication to let up a little bit. Her hand left your neck and you took a deep breath before another pathetic moan left your lips at a particular hard thrust from her.

You were a whining, moaning mess and all you could do was turn your head into the pillow and take it. At some point your hands have left her body to grab at the sheets. Your nails dug into the mattress as Faith’s hips met yours in a way you were sure was going to leave bruises.

“I know princess, I know,” Faith grunted from above you as you let out yet another pathetic whine. It was all becoming a little too much, but still it was unbelievably pleasurable. “But you’re taking me so well.”

At this point you thought Faith’s goal was to fuck you absolutely raw. And honestly, she thought about it, but she needed you in one piece for when she inevitably had this same itch to scratch again in the next day or two.

Your face was fully buried in the pillow now and your whole body was shaking. Faith was leaning down to basically attack your neck with her teeth and tongue as she kept fucking you. With a low moan that was muffled by the pillow, you finally came for a third time. Your back arched as she drew the orgasm from you and your knuckles turned white from how hard they were holding onto the bed.

Faith let you ride out the orgasm, slowing to a stop as you came down. She finally pulled out of you after a moment, practically collapsing on top of you as she did.

She honestly wasn’t even exhausted though. Not even a little tired. She could go all night if you could take it. But you were still so fragile, so new to her slayer strength that she didn’t want to push you to your limit yet. Just strengthen your endurance a little… So instead, she willed herself to calm down and pulled you into her arms.

You were still out of breath as your head pressed to her chest. She was also breathing hard, her excitement still not quite quelled. If she kept going she was sure she would break you, and that was something she swore she would never do.

She wanted to ruin you, sure. But she planned to do that over and over again for as long as you’d let her. That meant she obviously had to make sure she left you in one piece after practically fucking your brains out.

You nuzzled into her as your breathing relaxed. It was this part of the night that she wasn’t used to yet. The softness that came with you being hers. She didn’t mind it though. Fuck like an animal and love like… well whatever this was. Gently. Delicately. Faith hadn’t adjusted to it yet, but she would get there.

Her strong arms folded around you and tightened slightly. You hummed in appreciation for that small act of affection.

Having your naked body pressed closer to her still had her a little revved up, but she was willing herself to chill out for you. Maybe, she could push it a little more after a bit of rest. Maybe she could convince you for another round. After all, she was still wearing the strap…

A devilish grin spread on her lips again as her hands began to roam your bare body. She was never good at waiting anyways. You looked up at her with such a curious innocent look that had Faith’s heart racing again. Seriously, you couldn’t give her those cute doe eyes. It made her want to corrupt you in the dirtiest ways…

“Just one more, princess, yeah?” She practically purred into your ear.

You gulped, but nodded. Your body was sore and spent but when she gave you that hungry look of hers, how could you say no?

It was a long night and as per true Faith nature… it was not just one more.

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prose-for-hire · 11 months

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Fighting fire with fire

Pairing: Darla x vamp!reader; Faith x vamp!reader

Request: Your blog is the coolest thing ever!!! When you get the time could you write a one shot with a female or gn vampire reader whose dating Faith but used to date Darla back in the day and Darla ends up reuniting with the reader and meeting Faith and jealousy and fighting ensues? (Maybe you could switch it up and make it a choose your own ending if you want, your call.)💕

Requested by: 👻 Anon

A/N: I am so so so very sorry for making you wait so long for this! Thank you for being patient, I hope it’s what you wanted babe !! 💖💖

Warning: Tiny bit of violence, one swear, talk of killing and biting.

You had been a vampire for a while. You were used to it by now. Not seeing your reflection, not being able to see the sunrise. The ridiculously powerful draw of human blood. It got easier as the decades passed. One thing you definitely hadn’t gotten used to was running into your ex almost every decade.

It often complicated things, especially now you were in a relationship with a human. A slayer, to complicate things more. It wasn’t as if you could have a casual update on your love-life. You knew she would hate to hear of you falling for a slayer, which made the usual fight you had even more tense. By fight, of course, I mean you tended to get heated. Darla had secretly been pining for you since the day you parted. This made her angry. It made her jealous and it made her want you even more.

Although she hid it very well and despite the occasional fling every other decade or so, she had pretended she didn’t care for your existence one way or the other. She acted as if you could be dust for all she cared. But dear God, did she care.

The tension in the room when you caught each other’s eye was always so thick you could almost taste it. This particular time, you had caught her eye from across the bar, you had caught her scent before this however. You knew she was coming and you weren’t sure what to do. Faith would be coming in a moment, to share a drink after her patrol.

You weren’t sure how to tell her who Darla was, who you had been when you were with her. How much you still guiltily cherished the memories you held so dear. You heard footsteps towards you and you tensed, unsure what was coming. A hand ran up your back as a kiss pressed against your cheek.

“That’s a new greeting” You said, smiling as you turned to see the figure that sat beside you at the bar. Your smile faltered only for a split-second as Faith sat beside you. How could you have thought that was Darla?

“Yeah? Kissin’s new to you? I landed the 400-year-old-virgin then, huh?” she teased, knowing very well you weren’t that old. She was a breath of fresh air to you, she didn’t care what people thought of you or your relationship. When she realised she liked you, she pursued you and soon realised how deep her feelings were.

You adored Faith, you shared a connection that was entirely new to you. The way she got amped up for her fights, the way spending an evening patrolling with her always ended in her jumping you and kissing you against the nearest graveyard. You spend almost every moment together, laughing and killing demons together. Spending long mornings in bed together, finding creative ways to convince ethe other to stay.

It was so different from what you had known, how you had spent the last century. You had never stopped, it was all action all the time. Darla’s evil smile curling on her face, lit up by candlelight as you would share your recent kills. Her lips, the way they were always so soft, so eager to press against yours. The countless countries you had been run out of, laughing all the way, Darla’s hand clasped in yours. She had never let you go. Not until that day. The one where you parted ways.

As you recalled these memories, the real woman walked into view. She had seen Faith’s affection towards you and decided to have some fun. You look up at the ceiling, steeling yourself for this exchange.

“Darla”

“Dear, sweet, Y/n” Her voice rang out breezily. In that way you had always simultaneously enjoyed and hated. As if she hadn’t a care whether you were stood in front of her or turned to ash. It had always drew you to her. Ever since the day she sired you.

Faith sat up straighter, her knuckles whitening from how hard she was gripping the bar. You had never told Faith about Darla, in your defence she had never asked. And, well, it was the past. You had been so caught up in Faith and how happy you had been lately that you had forgotten your usual catch up with Darla.

Usually, when you had been alone and sat at a bar and Darla had found you, she would walk up the same way but not say anything. She would just smile that infuriating smile and gesture for you to follow her. You always did, of course. Spending a night, or a few nights together before she left again. When you had been alone, that is. But you weren’t alone anymore.

“Didn’t realise you had a pet… and a Slayer too, should we share?” her eyes glinted, but you could tell she was jealous. She was two steps away from a massacre, you had seen that look only once before.

“Darla, don’t speak to her like that-”

“I can stand up for myself”

“Aw, it speaks too” Darla cooed and you rolled your eyes, recognising the look on Faith’s face. It had never been directed at you, thankfully, only the worst demons that had managed to crawl beneath her skin.

Faith stood immediately, knocking over a chair and launching herself at Darla. Faith kicked out at Darla, knocking her backwards. Darla threw out a punch, connecting with Faith’s jaw before ducking to miss the stake that Faith directed towards her. The others in the bar backed away and the woman behind the bar started to shout at you for scaring away custom. The last thing you wanted was for the authorities to get called, Faith would have to go on the run again and Darla might just eat any responders that show up (depending on how hungry she was).

You rushed into the fight, tearing limbs away from connecting with the other. How had you become the type of vampire people fight over? You would never get use to that for as long as you live.

“Faith! Faith – it’s what she wants-” You insisted, taking Faith by the shoulders and putting some space between her and Darla, who was wiping the blood from her mouth and licking her lips.

“What I want is for you to make up your mind” Darla’s amusement sent another flash of rage through Faith.

“You think they care about anything you have to say, huh?”

“Didn’t they mention? A sire’s bond is hard to break” Girlish giggle and then when she got the reaction she wanted from Faith, her eyes darkened ruthlessly again.

“That’s such an old fashioned notion, Darla, we’ve met plenty of vampires who have killed their Sires.”

“The passion gets too much”

“Why don’t we go” You said softly, not entirely directed at one of them in particular. Darla caught this, she knew you inside out and an evil glint sparkled in her eye.

“Maybe, we should let our lover choose?” Darla asked in that silky smooth voice that she knew would get under Faith’s skin.

Her voice singing her self-assuredness as she waited for you to tell Faith to leave. Faith stepped as if to throw another punch but you stepped between them both again, a gentle hand on Faith’s shoulder telling her to stop.

Darla enjoyed this, although her look telling you that this would be the end. If you chose wrong, that is. She would never meet you again like this should you not choose her. It was surprisingly tender, the look she gave you. You hadn’t realised she held the memories of your past so close to her chest too.

You looked between them both, your brow furrowing as you were faced with such an ultimatum. These were the only women you could ever claim to have loved. Why must you choose? Why must you lose one in favour of another? It hurt, more than you remembered hurting before as you attempted to unpick the knots of dread from your stomach. To lose either of them had once been unfathomable to you.

They had both claimed your heart as their own, at one time or another. You had history with Darla, that was hard to leave in the past. But you had a future with Faith, or at least the excitement of what could be.

Darla:

You paused, this decision it meant something. It was pivotal, you were sure of it. You looked in Darla’s eyes. She was everything. She had shown you immortality, shown you passion and pain and in those quiet moments, where only you two existed, she showed you love.

“Faith… I-I’m so sorry” You said quietly, looking at the ground. You couldn’t help it. Darla had this draw that you had never been able to escape. Never wanted to. It didn’t mean your feelings hadn’t been true for Faith, they just could never burn as bright.

“You’re kiddin’, right?”

“We’ve been pretending for months now, we’re not happy…” You said softly, not entirely true, but you were at a loss to explain how you had chosen so easily. That this is what it felt like compared to Darla being in your life (un-life, whatever).

“And you and blood-for-brains are happy, huh?”

“It’s Darla, it’s always been Darla. I’m sorry… she’s my sire…”

“Looks like this is goodbye, Slayer. Have a nice, short life” Darla laughed, a sound you had always adored. Though you couldn’t match her smile, you had hurt Faith and you knew you would probably regret it for the rest of your unlife.

But this was Darla.

You loved Darla, you always had. From the very moment you had set eyes on her you had known. Just as she had when she had sired you. Faith left but your eyes were only on Darla. You were mesmerised by her, taken by her just as you had been that final day of your life.

Where she had claimed you as her own. That claim, staked in your heart firmer than any carved from wood. She had loved you when you had been weak, unlovable. And she had loved you, when you were strong able to bring whole civilisations to their knees.

She was cold, calculating and sometimes completely unpredictable. But, God, did you love every minute of it. Darla wrapped a manicured hand around your waist, curling up your chest as she locked eyes with Faith. Humour dancing in them as she watched to see what the Slayer would do.

She laughed out loud when Faith just stood there, motionless. You whispered to Darla, pressing a kiss in the soft skin behind her ear. You wanted to leave now. Darla nodded, taking your hand firmly in hers, the grip so tight if you had been human she would have crushed every bone in your hand.

She squeezed firmly, gripping you as if she was concerned you may suddenly change your mind and run back towards the Slayer. She knew you, she knew how indecisive you could be. How you had been through this little phase of doing good deeds. She even heard from someone you had thought about getting a soul.

Faith just stood there, watching you leave, her eyes misting and her fists balled. You dropped your eye contact, unable to look at her upset like that and followed Darla outside into the night.

You didn’t even get chance to take an unneeded breath, immediately, once you were away from the bar, Darla pressed you against the nearest alleyway, hungrily kissing you, tasting you as if you were her last meal. It reminded you of that first time. The night she sired you.

The wild look in her eyes told you she felt it too. Her hands roaming your form, her grip firm as she told you everything she had never did through words. The rough brick of the wall scraped against your back, but you barely felt it. All you felt was the way her body demanded yours. She was near desperate, you knew just how much this meant.

Darla kissed sloppily along your jaw, trailing her raw need for you as she pressed wild kisses against your neck. Her face changed, the frenzied exchange would have made you breathless, your head dizzy and your heart pound. If you were still living, that is. But truly? With Darla, with the love of your life, you had never felt more alive.

Her teeth sank into your neck, marking over the scar that was already there, claiming you once more. Wanting you to stay by her side for another century. Who knew she was such a romantic?

Faith:

You paused, this decision meant something. It would change the course of your love-live perhaps forever. You looked at Darla and you knew. You had always known that it had to end between you. It had been fun, meeting up and having brilliant sex. And somewhere, deep, deep down you would always cherish some of the good times. But it had never been enough for you, you had wanted softness and love. Real love and with Faith, that’s what you had found. Faith could put up a front but within, she could be incredibly sweet with you. Caring in her way. With Darla, you had never known where you stood.

“Darla… I can’t do this anymore. I’m in love with Faith and I’m happy. I’m finally happy” You said softly, stepping forwards to stand by Faith’s side. You had never said this before, Faith’s surprise was visible. As was Darla’s.

You had never told Darla you loved her. You slid your hand in Faith’s, lacing your fingers and squeezing her and hoping she felt the same. You felt a release as soon as you said it. You had wanted to tell Faith how you felt for so long and you had been holding onto these stale feelings for a long time and you had finally let go.

The tension in Faith’s shoulders relaxed as you said it until Darla moved as if to launch herself at the pair of you before she straightened up, deciding that it wasn’t worth it. She would take her aggression out elsewhere. She stared at you for longer than she would ever admit before she nodded and turned to leave. It was more painful than a fight could have ever been. For both of you. She didn’t look back and you knew that would be the last time. Perhaps you would see her again, but never in the way you used to.

When Darla left, you turned to Faith and brought her to sit with you in a booth at the back of the bar. You needed to explain yourself. She hadn’t moved her hand from yours and she didn’t appear to be mad in anyway but she hadn’t spoken and you still wanted to. You held her hand from across the table, explaining everything. From your siring right up to the hour previous when you had both stood in front of Darla.

Now, Faith wouldn’t ever admit it but she had began to feel insecure. She had opened up to you more than she had with anyone. She was scared that she wasn’t enough.

“Didn’t have to say that”

“What? That I love you? But it’s true” You said softly, your hand moving so that you could caress her cheek, the tenderness made her eyes mist. She had never felt anything like it.

“You mean that?”

“More than I’ve ever loved another and I’ve been around for longer than I like to admit” You smiled softly. She immediately leaned in, crashing her lips to yours. She struggled to express her feelings, she wouldn’t be able to tell you how much she loved you for a little while after that. But you were content with the way she showed you.

Her thumb slid rubbed your jaw, pressing you ever closer as she moved against you. You could have been anywhere and it wouldn’t have mattered. You loved each other and you had cemented it in public. Your hands tangled in her hair, your lips numb with the force that she had kissed you. With the feelings that were so easily expressed with a mere movement of her lips against yours.

It was you. It had always been you. You would explain one night, sharing a bed and talking about your pasts what a big deal you choosing her truly was. But Faith felt it. She loved you so deeply.

You broke apart, she was panting, her eyes locked with yours. You could get lost in those eyes. She grinned, taking you by the wrist and leading you out of the bar. She couldn’t fucking wait to get you home.

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hersterical · 3 months

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Everyday I wake up and have to reconcile with living in the reality where Faith Lehane never canonically became part of the Fang Gang

Nor did we get an episode in season 7 where the primary focus was on Buffy and Faith’s dynamic

AND we never got a special episode in either show where it just goes over what Faith was doing in jail for those three(?) years

#I guess this is what Ao3 and my own imagination are for #faith lehane #angel the series #ats #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer

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bugaboooooooooo · 7 months

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thinking about willow/faith parallels again

#good god. christ alive #willow and faith both putting so much weight on who they are in relation to buffy. the way the narrative forces them to answer the question #who are you when youre not buffys friend anymore? and faith answers by becoming buffys shadow and enemy and willow answers by raising buffy #from the dead. and they both hurt buffy So Much by doing this.#thinking about how buffy has forgiven both of them over and over again for things shed never be able to forgive others for.#thinking about faith staking mr trick and thus saving buffy vs willow removing buffys bullet wound. do you get it. do you see what im sayin #FAITH SAVING BUFFY WHEN SHES BECOME EVIL VS WILLOW SAVING BUFFY WHEN SHES BECOME EVIL.#thinking about how willow and faith started out as such clear cut polar opposites and ended up being similar in ways theyd never imagine.#thinking about how hard buffy tried to save them but in the end it ended up being someone else who did.#faith and willow an willow and faith and their degrading morals and and and.#faith stealing buffys body away from her in who are you and willow stealing buffys body away from her grave. is that anything.#btvs #faith lehane #willow rosenberg #buffy the vampire slayer #my posts

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fictiongods · 2 days

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FAITH CALLING ANGEL PRINCESS IN THAT ONE SCENE. I REPEAT FAITH LEHANE CALLING ANGEL PRINCESS IN THAT ONE SCENEEEE.

#always thinking about that one line actually #like hello.#giggling kicking my feet and twirling my hair 🤭🤭#IMAGINE if she called Buffy princess #just imagine #faith lehane #angel ats #buffy summers #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #buffyverse

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juanabaloo · 8 days

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sometimes a memory hits you really hard. like the memory of singing No Doubt's "Don't Speak" while you're crying alone in your motel dorm room as you mourn the loss of your homo-erotic friendship realize you and your platonic friend are drifting apart.

or maybe it's not a memory. maybe it's just something that happened to my favorite blorbo Faith Lehane.

#btvs #faith lehane #this was a deleted scene fr #i know you're good i know you're good i know you're REAL good #OMG these lyrics are so Faith #it's all ending we gotta stop pretending who we are #you and me i can see us dying #i'm not projecting who me?#fuffy adjacent #and also like always with these two #i can also imagine Buffy crying in her room and singing these lyrics

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faith-thee-slayer · 2 years

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rewatching ‘consequences’ for an edit and just revisiting faith’s scenes with buffy + the end scene where she turns to the mayor... it’s so fucking sad to think about how all she wanted was to be buffy. for buffy to see her as an equal. and she makes one mistake on patrol and doesn’t know what to do other than the only thing she’s ever been good at which is to run away. and everyone starts voicing their concerns and giving her pity looks and she can’t handle it because it’d mean that no, she is not the same as buffy. this thing wouldn’t have happened to buffy. all faith has in her life is slaying. it’s the thing that gives her a reason to live, and now she can’t even do that right? they have real reasons to be worried about her but through their attempts to chain her and lock her up + the final denial from buffy at the docks, they further cement in her mind that she can’t be good. because the good slayer wouldn’t have killed a man on patrol. she thinks that maybe she was never good at all, that she was just pretending to be good. so she turns to evil, because why not? isn’t that more fitting for someone like her?

#ughhhhh #angel: we're kinda the same. but you can't imagine what being truly evil is like #faith: oh word?#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #faith lehane #buffy summers #btvs s3 #jd.text

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧🌼 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭🌻 𝐁𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞?🎁

𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 (not taking requests)

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 🔮

➥ (requests are open) ➥ smut ✅ (18+ only) ➥ comissions

𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐𝘩-𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑?

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈

⸻ ✶✺✮ ⸻

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚.

𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Game of Thrones / Merlin ⇢🦋Merlin and Pod pining over you would include ⇢🦋Jaskier and Jesper pining over you would include ⇢🦋Ivar with a Targaryen s/o would include

𝐴 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠 & 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 🌹

↳ “ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴏʏ.”

⭑ Feyre Archeron ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her and rhysand

⭑ Rhysand ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and feyre ⭑ Cassian ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and nesta ⭑ Azriel ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include ⭑ Mor ⇢ fancast

⭑ Amren ⇢ fancast ⇢ being her mate would include

⭑ Nesta Archeron ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her and cassian ⭑ Elain Archeron ⇢ fancast

⭑ Lucien ⇢ fancast

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒓🥕

↳ "ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ."

⭑ Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto ⇢ being the new employee at the shop would include

𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 🏴‍☠️

↳ “ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ. ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɪᴛ.”

⭑ John Silver ⇢ being a fearsome pirate and married to him would include

𝐵𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟🌷

↳ "ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ‘ɢʀʀ’ ɪɴ ɢɪʀʟ?“

⭑ Buffy Summers ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Willow Rosenberg ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Angel ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Xander Harris ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Rupert Giles ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Spike ⇢ with a short s/o would include ⇢ with a british s/o would include ⇢ with a trans ftm s/o would include ⇢ smitten spike (imagine/drabble) ⇢ how he would win your love ⭑ Faith Lehane ⇢ being her s/o would include

𝐶𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑎 🍃

↳"ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏʀ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏʀ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ."

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ being a fairy and the pevensie’s s/o, visiting them in the human world would include

⭑ High King Peter the Magnificent ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Queen Susan the Gentle ⇢ being a fawn & dating her would include

⭑ King Edmund the Just ⇢ being his wife and part narnian would include

⭑ Queen Lucy the Valiant ⇢ being her best friend would include ⇢ being Lilliandil’s sister and lucy falling in love with you would include

⭑ Prince Caspian ⇢ being married to him would include

⭑ Eustace ⇢ visiting narnia with him would include

⭑ Mr Tumnus ⇢ being his s/o would include

𝐷𝐶 ⚖️

↳"ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?”

⭑ Harley Quinn ⇢ dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her & ivy would include ⭑ Black Canary ⇢ being a vigilante & her s/o would include ⭑ Poison Ivy ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her & harley would include ⇢ being a gotham city siren & dating Ivy would include ⭑ Selina Kyle/Catwoman ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Wonder Woman ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Aquaman ⇢ being a gotham city siren as well as his s/o would include

𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆 & 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅

↳"ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇᴡɪꜱᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ᴅᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴛʏ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ."

⭑ Visenya Targaryen ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a Velaryon and her s/o would include

⭑ Rhaenys Targaryen ⇢ fancast

⭑ Aegon Targaryen ⇢ fancast

𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 ♔

↳"ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ.“

⭑ Daenarys Targaryen ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and sansa would include ⭑ Sansa Stark ⇢ being her wife would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and margaery would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and dany would include ⇢ her falling in love with a serving girl would include

⭑ Robb Stark ⇢ being a secret lannister and his wife would include ⭑ Jon Snow ⇢ being his s/o would include ⭑ Sandor Clegane ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet ⭑ Podrick Payne ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include ⭑ Brienne of Tarth ⇢ being her chaotic s/o would include ⭑ Margaery Tyrell ⇢ being a baratheon and her s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and sansa would include ⇢ being Dany’s sister & in a secret relationship w/ Margaery would include ⇢ how she would comfort her s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

⭑ Jaime Lannister ⇢ being a Targaryen and his s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⚡️

↳"ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ.”

🇲🇦🇷🇦🇺🇩🇪🇷 🇵🇷🇪🇫🇪🇷🇪🇳🇨🇪🇸

⇢ Smut with them includes ⇢ the marauders as dads would include

🇵🇷🇪🇫🇪🇷🇪🇳🇨🇪🇸

⇢ the gryffindors as dads would include

⭑ Harry Potter ⇢ dating would include ⇢ your wedding

⭑ Hermione Granger ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Ron Weasley ⇢ being his chaotic s/o would include

⭑ Fred Weasley ⇢ being muggle-born and his s/o would include

⭑ Neville Longbottom ⇢ being married would include

⭑ Luna Lovegood ⇢ having a transgender s/o would include

⭑ Draco Malfoy

⭑ James Potter ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and remus would include

⭑ Sirius Black ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Remus Lupin ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and james would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡 ※

↳“ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ!”

⭑ Kili ⇢ being a hobbit & his s/o would include

𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 🐉

↳"ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴɢꜱ. ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱ ᴅɪᴅ."

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ reacting to a bad dream ⇢ holidays with them would include ⇢ how they show their love

⭑ Rhaenyra Targaryen ⇢ having a crush on you would include ⇢ in a secret relationship would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & harwin would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her, daemon & harwin would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and alicent would include

⭑ Daemon Targaryen ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being his s/o and bonding with caraxes would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him, harwin & rhaenyra would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & aemond would include ⇢ with a chinese dragon seed s/o would include

⭑ Ser Harwin Strong ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him and rhaenyra would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him, daemon & rhaenyra would include ⇢ first interaction ⇢ him falling in love with you would include ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Rhaenys Targaryen II ⇢ her falling in love with a younger woman would include

⭑ Alicent Hightower ⇢ in a secret relationship would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and rhaenyra would include

⭑ Aemond Targaryen ⇢ being a stark and married would include ⇢ with a dragon seed s/o who claimed cannibal would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & daemon would include

⭑ Otto Hightower ⇢ nsfw headcanons ⇢ with an enfp wife would include

⭑ Jacaerys Velaryon ⇢ fancast ⇢ being the firstborn baratheon princess, a witch and his s/o would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐻𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠🥂

↳"ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅꜱ ʙᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ!"

⭑ Katniss Everdeen ⇢ having a crush on you would include

𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑟: 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 🗡

↳“ᴡʜʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ?”

⭑ King Arthur ⇢ having a crush on you would include ⇢ being betrothed would include (pirate!reader)

𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ֍

↳ “ᴅᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴠᴀʟɪᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ.”

⭑ Aragorn ⇢ with a chaotic s/o would include

⭑ Legolas ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being his pregnant wife would include

⭑ Arwen ⇢ being a witch under gandalf & her s/o would include

⭑ Boromir ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include

𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙 / 𝑀𝐶𝑈 ☾

↳ "ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ.“

⭑ Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlet Witch ⇢ being Ultron! Wanda’s s/o would include ⇢ being WandaVisions! Wanda’s s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & nat would include ⭑ Natasha Romanoff ⇢ dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & wanda would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & steve would include ⭑ Yelena Belova ⇢ being a witch & yelena’s s/o ⭑ Druig ⇢ being a witch and dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & bucky would include ⭑ Steven Grant / Mr Knight ⇢ steven helps reader while at work on her periods ⇢ how you & steven got together ⇢ dating the avator of Ra would include

⭑ Frank Castle ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Loki ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Frost Giant Loki ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Thor ⇢ dating endgame thor would include ⭑ Bucky Barnes ⇢ being his plus-sized s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & druig would include ⭑ Steve Rogers ⇢ with a plus-size s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & nat would include

𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛 ♚

↳"ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴏᴏɴ?"

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ how the knights show their love ⇢ how they court you ⇢ the knights as fathers ⇢ your first time together

⭑ Merlin ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ with a s/o who doesn’t have magic would include

⭑ King Arthur ⇢ falling in love with a kindhearted witch would include

⭑ Queen Guinevere ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ sleepover w/ her and morgana would include

⭑ Morgana ⇢ being a princess who falls in love with her would include ⇢ sleepover w/ her and gwen would include

⭑ Sir Percival ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include

⭑ Sir Lancelot ⇢ being fae and his wife would include

⭑ Sir Gawaine ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being merlin’s best friend and having a crush on gwaine would include

⭑ Sir Leon ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Sir Elyan ⇢ a journey with him would include

𝑃𝑒𝑎𝑘�� 𝐵𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 ✧

↳"ᴍᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ʜᴀʟꜰ ʜᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ.”

⭑ Thomas Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Alfie Solomons ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Arthur Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ John Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Ada Shelby ⇢ being her s/o would include

𝑃𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛 ☠

↳"ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅ, ᴍᴀᴛᴇ.“

⭑ Captain Jack Sparrow ⇢ him being fond of you would include

⭑ Elizabeth Swann ⇢ being her pirate s/o would include

⭑ Will Turner ⇢ being an immortal pirate & his s/o would include

𝑆𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 & 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 ✺

↳ "ꜰɪɴᴇ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ.”

⭑ Kaz Brekker ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Inej Ghafa ⇢ being her s/o would include

⭑ Alina Starkov ⇢ being her s/o would include (sfw)

⭑ Nina Zenik ⇢ being an inferni grisha & her best friend would include

⭑ Zoya Nazyalensky ⇢ protective headcanons ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & genya would include ⇢ with an INTP s/o would include

⭑ Matthias Helvar ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Genya Safin ⇢ being her gf would include ⇢ zoya’s younger sister being with genya would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & zoya would include ⭑ Nikolai Lantsov ⇢ dating would include ⇢ having a pirate s/o would include

The Darkling ⇢ being a moon summoner and his s/o would include

𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑠 ⛺

↳ "ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ: ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ."

⭑ James Cook ⇢ being his s/o would include

𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐𝘩𝑦 🍀

↳"ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ.“

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

・how they act when they have a crush on you

⭑ Jax Teller ⇢ being his old lady would include

⭑ Chibs Telford ⇢ being his old lady would include

𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ☢

↳"ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ. ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.”

ᴍɪsᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs:

─ being the resident badass in hawkins ─ being a witch in the hawkins group ─ being the chessmaster with heart in hawkins ─ being the cranky grandparent in the hawkins group ─ being the wine aunt/uncle in the hawkins group ─ movie night with the gang

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ being their short s/o would include

⭑ Eddie Munson ⇢ dating would include ⇢ modern dating headcanons ⇢ Vampire! Eddie headcanons ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ s/o with arthiritist would include ⇢ drabble from his secret admirer ⇢ nsfw alphabet ⇢ having a platonic autistic relationship would include ⇢ with an ENFP s/o

⭑ Steve Harrington ⇢ babysitting w/ steve ⇢ dating would include ⇢ having a relationship like goose & carol ⇢ with an autistic s/o would include ⇢ your cat liking steve includes

⭑ Jim Hopper ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Joyce Byers ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Jonathan Byers ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Argyle ⇢ dating would include ⇢ with an autistic s/o would include

⭑ Nancy Wheeler ⇢ dating would include ⇢ lil date drabble ⭑ Robin Buckley ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Chrissy Cunningham ⇢ going on a date would include

𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐺𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 ♚

↳ “ɴᴏ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ— ɪꜰ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟ.”

⭑ Aelin Galathynius ⇢ fancast ⭑ Rowan Whitethorn ⇢ fancast

⭑ Dorian Havilliard ⇢ fancast

⭑ Manon Blackbeak ⇢ fancast ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Yrene Towers ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a witch and her s/o would include ⇢ poly relationship with yrene, elide and reader

⭑ Chaol Westfall ⇢ fancast

⭑ Aedion Ashryver ⇢ fancast

⭑ Lysandra ⇢ fancast

⭑ Elide Lochan ⇢ fancast ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ poly relationship with yrene, elide and reader

⭑ Lorcan Salvaterre ⇢ fancast

⭑ Fenrys ⇢ fancast

⭑ Gavriel ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his mate and looking after him would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟🌳

↳“ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ… ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ.”

⭑ Thomas ⇢ being with someone who has ADHD would include

⭑ Newt ⇢ jealous of his medjack gf would include

⭑ Minho ⇢ with a plus size s/o

⭑ Gally ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ with a short s/o

𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 ✺

↳“ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɴᴏᴡ.”

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ the cullen’s nicknames for you

⭑ Bella Swan ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ being her witch s/o would include

⭑ Edward Cullen ⇢ with a witch s/o would include

⭑ Carlisle Cullen ⇢ nsfw headcanons ⇢ with a shy s/o would include

⭑ Esme Cullen ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Rosalie Hale ⇢ being her vampire mate would include ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Emmett Cullen ⇢ with a witch mate would include

⭑ Alice Cullen ⇢ being a human and dating would include ⇢ having a witch mate would include

⭑ Tanya Denali ⇢ being her vampire soulmate would include

⭑ Paul Lahote ⇢ nsfw headcanons

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝟷𝟶𝟶 ⚘

↳"ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɪᴛ.“

⭑ Bellamy Blake ⇢ being apart of the 100 and his s/o would include

⭑ Octavia Blake ⇢ being her s/o would include

⭑ Raven Reyes ⇢ ’the raven & the wolf’ (imagine, wife reader)

⭑ Commander Lexa ⇢ being her wife would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑈𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑦 ⛱

↳ "ꜱᴏʟɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ.”

⭑ Klaus ⇢ with a writer gf would include

𝑉𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ⚔️

↳ "ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ.”

⭑ Ragnar ⇢ sfw alphabet

⭑ Bjorn ⇢ being with bjorn would include ⭑ Ivar ⇢ ivar with a chubby s/o

⭑ Ubbe ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑑 💀

↳"ʀᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ. ɴᴏᴡ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʀ.“

⭑ Daryl Dixon ⇢ dating would include ⇢ proposal imagine ⇢ with a plus size s/o would include

⭑ Rick Grimes ⇢ being coleader of the group and his s/o would include

⭑ Negan ⇢ having a crush on you would include

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑊𝑒 𝐷𝑜 𝐼𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 🥀

↳“ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴꜱ."

⭑ Nadja ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Guillermo ⇢ being a werewolf and his s/o would include

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟 ✶

↳ "ʙᴇᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ."

⭑ Yennefer of Vengerberg ⇢ nsfw headcanons

⭑ Jaskier ⇢ falling in love with a princess would include ⇢ falling in love with triss merigold’s sister would include

𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆

↳ "ᴋᴀʀᴍᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪᴢᴇꜱ. ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ."

⭑ Rip Wheeler ⇢ being his wife would include

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explosionshark · 21 days

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I do love reblogging gifsets of sarah michelle gellar from "who are you" and tagging them as faith lehane, I love imagining the little puzzle this creates for my non-buffy followers

#do you know???? you COULD know. it would be easy to know

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bubblegum-blackwood · 1 month

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Anyone else getting Faith Lehane vibes from this poem?

For your seventh birthday, you asked for a shade

of lipstick so dangerous your mother blessed herself.

It was the color of hell, no, of a tamer kind of Lucifer.

The kind adorning the antagonist’s lips on your screen,

painted gingerly on her puckered mouth. Sometimes

pressed against an unmarked postcard, or smudging

the shirt collar of her nemesis’s lover, or featured

on the glossy pages of a magazine. You know the kind:

thick with a punch of perfume leaving you hurt

or dazzled with a corked-up migraine for days.

You wanted to be mysterious, praised. Practiced

raising a single eyebrow as you tested out the right tone

on your forearm. Stone-faced and regal. Imagined

the tea parties and fancy invitations coming your way.

Mall-Kiosk-Red. Horror-Movie-Red. Bullet-Hole-Red.

Posing-in-Front-of-the-Mirror-Red, the red of an all-night fire,

of an old suitcase leaving with your father. The red

many say you’re still too young for. Even after all these years.

Saint’s-Execution-Red. Not the same red of shame shown across

your family’s face. No. Runaway-Red. Pick-Up-Truck-Red.

Liquor-Store-Robbery-Red. The red of thousands of vessels coursing

through your body. A red bursting like the language of violence

you know so well. One-Night-Stand-Red. Hate-Crime-Red. A red staining

the tips of your fingers. Mouth-Watering-Red.

Star-Spangled-Banner-Red. Conversion-Therapy-Red.

The red you know will one day suit your lips just right

while getting yourself ready to leave this whole town in ashes.

"Colorete" by Eduardo Martinez-Leyva

#btvs #faith lehane #poetry

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five-bi-five-mind · 11 months

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One-Shots:

Killer & The Sound

Starving nsfw

Corruptible nsfw

Disclaimer: every fic I write is generally post season 7 of BTVS. I will not write Season 3 Faith.

#faith lehane #faith lehane x reader #faith x reader #faith x you #btvs fic #faith lehane imagine #five-bi-five-mind

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prose-for-hire · 2 years

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Stake your bets

Pairing: Faith x reader; Buffy x platonic!reader

Request: hi, would it be okay to request a story or maybe hc's if you prefer about dating faith and being buffy's best friend and trying to make them get along? I love your work, I hope you're not overwhelmed by all the requests you're getting

Requested by: Anon

A/N: I think we can safely say I probably was overwhelmed by my requests lol !! Sorry for the wait, love, hope this one’s okay! 💖

You and Buffy had been best friends pretty much since her first day at high school. She had sat next to you in English class and you had to borrow a pencil when yours flew across the classroom. She was the best friend you had ever had, you told each other everything and nothing was ever too much information to share between you. I mean, you had saved the world together.

You shared so many amazing memories, some good and some bad. Some absolutely terrifying.

You were so close that you could barely find one of you without the other. You basically lived at each other’s houses. Attached at the hip. You just got on, you couldn’t explain it. Even when you argued, you never feared losing her as a friend. You knew there would be nothing worth losing your friendship over. So, when you started dating Faith, you knew it would be hard for her. But you hoped that she would be happy for you at least to begin with.

You had met Faith in the same way as everyone else when she had ran in and borrowed Buffy’s stake to dust a vamp before introducing herself at the Bronze. You didn’t know what to think of her to begin with, she was obviously very attractive (and she knew about it too). She kept to herself a lot after that, she didn’t really give much away other than that she liked to party and slay.

Her I-don’t-care persona intrigued you and after a while, you found yourself becoming more and more drawn to her. It was slowly at first, you paid more attention to the little things.

How she near always avoided talking about herself seriously. How she got a kick out of helping people but hated to let it show. And the cigarette she would always treat herself to after a really good slay. Even the gum she always bought and chewed on long patrols for something to do. By this point, it had made you wonder if this habit made her lips taste of ‘Very berry’…

You had it bad. You had grown close although she always appeared to be keeping you at a distance. Until one evening, you had asked if you could come on patrol with her. To her, it appeared out of the blue, but you had been trying and failing to ask all week. By Friday, you had worked up enough courage to ask and she shrugged to show that she didn’t mind, and you tried to hide your elation as you walked beside her into the night.

You spoke about anything and everything on that patrol, savouring every time you made her laugh. Real, genuine laughter from Faith was a divine sound. Though, you would never tell her that or risk getting teased within an inch of your life. At the end of the night, you rounded a corner and without saying anything, she slid her hand into yours. She was bold, much bolder than you. You would have waited at least a year to do something as scandalous and intimate as holding her hand.

But not her. Usually, she would have pressed you against a wall and kissed you without even a second thought, but that came a little later. There was something about you that, for once in her life, made her want to take things slow. It meant something. With you. And there was no chance she was letting you go once she realised that she had you.

Your relationship turned into a very well-kept secret. Not only because Faith thought pda and being as soft as she could be with you in public would make her look weak to humans and demons alike. But mostly because by this point, Buffy was starting to get jealous. Not because she wanted to date you, not at all. But because she thought she had been replaced by Faith as your very best friend.

You had tried to balance your time between them equally, honest you had. But there was only so much time in a day and your relationship was new and you found yourself aching for Faith every moment you spent apart.

One day, you woke up by Faith’s side pressed against the soft skin of her back and you knew it was the day you wanted everyone to know about your relationship. You couldn’t describe why or what had made this day so special, it was like any other. You woke up by her side in the mid-morning glow and pressed soft kisses against her exposed shoulder to wake her up. She turned and sleepily reached for you, sighing contently in a way she never had before she started to share her bed with you.

Later that day, when you had reluctantly left your girlfriend’s side, you met up with Buffy for your usual catch up at the Espresso Pump. She told you all of the latest gossip and she passed you an unusual looking rock she had picked up on patrol (you always collected weird looking rocks and trinkets when you went out patrolling with your best friend because sometimes it could get really boring).

You eventually managed to broach the subject that had been making you nervous the entire time you had spent at the coffee shop. You knew that Buffy would never end your friendship over anything like this, but her approval and support really mattered to you. And you just wanted her and Faith to get on.

“I need to tell you something…”

“If you’re gonna tell me you’re a secret vampire I might give you a 30 second head start before I start slaying” Buffy said, a hint of a smile in her voice although she could tell you were a little uneasy. Buffy had firmly decided that she didn’t like Faith. They were too different, they never seemed to agree on anything. Especially not slaying. So you didn’t want to cause yet another argument by admitting that you were dating.

But you couldn’t keep it from your best friend. You had kept exactly three secrets from her before this one and all led to a near-death experience (on your part). So you had learned the hard way to trust her with even your darkest secrets.

“No, it’s, well… me and Faith. We’re together. I think I might love her, actually” You said softly. She had never seen you like this, you had relationships in the past. Good ones, even. But never one like this. Where you had fallen so deeply and so willingly for someone. For your Faith.

“You’ve got to be kidding, the Emo slayer? She-who-must-not-be-tamed?”

“Please, just, hear me out before you start the name calling. What are you, seven?”

“One word: why?”

After a long conversation, that went off on several tangents and consisted of one shared cry and a long hug, you and Buffy were on good terms. You didn’t like keeping things from her and she admitted her own secrets she had been withholding too. Things went back to normal between you and Buffy and were even better between you and Faith. It told your lover that she mattered to you, that you wanted everyone to know that you were with her.

“I told her”

“Yeah? You actually want people to know about us then, huh?” she said this as if she assumed you might be embarrassed to love someone like her. But that could never be true.

“Faith, I love you. I would announce it to the world if I could” you insisted, taking her hand in yours and pressing a delicate kiss to the back of her hand. You swore you saw her blush as she pulled you into her, her lips meeting yours in a way that it never had. It was her way of telling you that she loved you back. She wasn’t quite able to say the words yet, but you knew instantly from the sensitive graze of her lips against yours that she had never felt anything more.

However, it took a good, long while to get Buffy and Faith back in the same room without them both exchanging some kind of snide comment. They were both intensely jealous people, though neither would admit it. But they both cared for you even more so and eventually, came around to trying to get on. For you.

Luckily, you were a person with a plan. In fact, you had made a list. Ten pages long (front and back) of ways you were going to convince them that they should both get along. Some of the most ridiculous ideas included hiring a paid vampire to try and attack them whilst also helping them bond as well as telling them that there was an ancient prophecy that the slayers had to like each other or the world could end.

You chose game night as your first activity. Which, in hindsight was probably not your best idea on the list as it brought with it a big element of competition. Something you could have done without. You had chosen Monopoly at first but there had been a creative interpretation of the rules by both of the slayers and so you had to call the end and pretend it was a draw to save each of them from ripping the other’s head off.

When you settled on poker, after Faith took out some matches to use after Buffy said she didn’t want to use real money. You had been on a losing streak for most of the night and you had been teased twice that it was a good job you weren’t playing strip poker. Something Faith quickly added she wouldn’t want to do with Buffy even if she paid her.

But suddenly, you started to win. Just a few games at first but you got better as the night went on. As did the mood between Buffy and Faith. They were civil, at least, and that was all you could really ask for.

Eventually, you realised that they were letting you win. Not only that, but they had silently agreed on this while you weren’t paying attention. They didn’t like that little droopy look you did when you realised you lost. They did a good job of letting you lose just enough times that you really could have been winning by your own skill. But you had seen glances of their cards every now and again and saw they weren’t playing their best hands.

You never called them out though, you didn’t let on that you knew because they had found a way to work together. To get on even if they weren’t as close with each other as you were with them both. Perhaps they never would be, but what made you glow was that they were at least making an effort. For you.

You ended up having regular game nights to unwind whenever there was no heavy slayer patrol needed, you leaned against Faith, lacing your hands with hers. She accused you of looking at her cards but never moved from the comfort of your touch. Buffy pretended to gag at the proximity you shared but you could see the way the corners of her mouth twitched into a slight smile. She had never seen you so happy and it was truly all she wanted for you. To be your happiest.

It actually went well for a while, you could be yourself around these women and you loved them both dearly, in different ways. You spent most of your time with your best friend and your girlfriend and found yourself having fun.

That was, of course, until Buffy found out about Faith and the Mayor…

#Faith x reader #Faith lehane x reader #Faith x you #Faith lehane x you #btvs #btvs imagine #btvs x you #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #btvs x reader #Buffy summers #Buffy summers x reader #fluff #faith lehane imagine #faith imagine #x reader #gender neutral #gn reader #buffy

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geralehane · 2 years

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i don't wanna be your friend (i wanna kiss your lips)

She can’t exactly pinpoint the exact moment it all started. It began with her attraction to Lexa, of course, what else could it have began with, but when did it become more than tentative – at times, awkward – friendship?

Please, she tells herself, and her inner voice sounds just like Raven’s – because what else best friends are for if not for embodying one’s conscience. As if it ever was just friendship.

But that’s all it ever could be. Even if she ignored the fact that they are neighbors – and you don’t start anything with your neighbors for the same reason you don’t start anything with your coworkers, or roommates, or friends’ brothers and sisters – even if she ignored that, their age difference would still remain. Clarke can’t fuck someone who’s still in college. She just can’t.

Except that’s exactly what she’s about to do, and if the heat of Lexa’s gaze is any indication, she certainly doesn’t mind.

Clarke takes a hurried sip of her wine and gulps it down, just to have something to do; and, as it usually happens with her and alcohol, her mind takes her down memory lane, in a futile attempt to figure out where it was that she went wrong.

As much fun as lying to herself is, she just can’t deny that she’d imagined Lexa in her bed the very first time she laid her eyes on her. That’s not something she can be blamed for, honestly. Because the first time they meet, Lexa’s lugging heavy boxes around, and her sports bra is doing nothing to shield her body from Clarke’s astonished, impressionable eyes.

“Um,” she remembers saying, because of course her throat goes dry at the sight, and it’s not the last of clichés she’ll experience with this girl, “they have trained professionals for that, you know.”

Lexa doesn’t freeze up at her voice. Doesn’t even still, and Clarke has to bite her lower lip to stop herself from gulping when she flashes her a smirk and picks up another box, very likely extremely aware – and self-satisfied – of the way her muscles ripple under sweaty skin. “What makes you think I’m not one?”

That’s how they become fast friends – Clarke leaning against her fence as she ogles her, and Lexa doing her best to prove there’s definitely something to ogle. Or, well, that’s how they could’ve easily become a wonderful – sweaty, messy, loud, so very loud – thing that may or may not have only lasted a night, but then Lexa had to go and ruin it all. By letting Clarke help her move in. And letting Clarke know she’s a college senior.

At the very least it wasn’t a high school senior. That would’ve probably made Clarke become a nun, because that would’ve been the only way to properly repent for all the sinful thoughts she’s managed to have in the span of fifteen minutes she knew Lexa.

Clarke has to give herself credit where credit is due – she doesn’t choke on her lemonade when Lexa tells her she’ll be graduating from Polis U this spring. But, apparently, she’s not as good at masking her emotions as she’s thought, because Lexa smirks that damn smirk again – and it’s definitely a trademark one, Clarke wouldn’t be surprised if she admitted she practices it in front of the mirror every day.

“I’ve been told I look older,” she says, and they leave it at that. That being Clarke awkwardly excusing herself and scurrying back to her house. It could’ve been the end of it. Should’ve been the end of it, but the very next evening, Lexa shows up at her doorstep with freshly baked apple pie and the entire third season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

And if there’s something Clarke can never say no to, it’s homemade treats and Eliza Dushku as Faith Lehane. She may or may not have been the reason for her sexual – or should she say bisexual – awakening. She still has a thing for badass leggy brunettes, after all.

“You’re the only other young person around here,” Lexa states when she opens the door. “I don’t mean to be ageist, but there’s only so much crocheting I can handle.”

Clarke crosses her arms as she leans against the doorpost – and immediately scolds herself for it, because everyone knows that’s her seduction pose. One of many, really, but by far the most effective. To her credit, Lexa’s gaze doesn’t stray lower than Clarke’s chin.

Relieved and insulted are weird feelings when combined.

“What if I’m into crocheting?” She challenges, trying not to grin.

Lexa shrugs. “I’ll get over it for the sake of a potential friendship.” She may not be aware of it, but that’s the word that gets her access into Clarke’s house. Friendship she can deal with. It’s totally fine to have friends who are seven years younger than you. It could even be the mentor-mentee type of a relationship. Or even maternal--

I’m gonna stop you right here, Raven’s voice states in her head when her gaze ventures down to Lexa’s firm behind.

Clarke doesn’t understand how these nights become a regular occurrence. Every Thursday, without fail, Lexa comes over with baked goods and a DVD. Clarke doesn’t have the heart to tell her about Netflix.

“Are you studying at Polis U, too?” Lexa asks on the third week, her curiosity getting the best of her. They haven’t really talked about Clarke’s life. Or Lexa’s, for that matter. In so many aspects, they remain perfect strangers. All Clarke knows about her is that she likes fall; and has vivid dreams; and wants to be a writer someday even though that’s not what she’s studying for, and has thirteen diaries and is starting on the fourteenth; and is allergic to horses, and--

“No,” she says, and shakes her head. “I’m in my third year of medical residency at the Silver Pine Hospital.”

It doesn’t take Lexa long to do the math. “Oh,” she says, evenly. Her fingers twitch ever so slightly, around her glass of water. “What’s your specialty?”

That makes her smile. Thinking of her job always makes her smile. “Pediatrics.”

She orders her heart to settle down when Lexa gives her a genuine smile in return at hearing her answer. “Cool. I like kids.” She glances at her glass of water before taking a small sip. “They are easy to talk to.”

Clarke laughs. “You’d be surprised with how many parents find their kids extremely difficult to talk to.”

“I guess it’s harder when you’re a parent.”

“Maybe.” She’s never really thought of that. She’s not even sure she wants to have kids of her own, if she’s being honest. The ones she has at the hospital are enough for now. “Or, some of those people just don’t want to connect with their children. “Seriously, there are days I deal with more assholes than Mr. Curtis.”

Lexa grins. “I’m gonna go ahead and guess that Mr. Curtis is a proctologist at your hospital.”

“Yup,” Clarke says, popping the p at the end, and then Lexa laughs, and laughs, and Clarke has no choice but to join in, because if she doesn’t, she’ll just sit there staring at her, mesmerized. Trying to commit every little feature to memory – the way her eyes screw shut and the way her mouth falls open, and the way her delicate neck tenses and flexes.

Lexa’s never been with anyone. She finds out by accident, casually, after she finishes telling her a story about the pregnancy scare she had back in college.

“Did you ever have one?” she asks, since they never explicitly stated their sexuality, only saying that they both like women. Theoretically, Lexa could be as bi as she is. But Lexa only grins, and there’s a hint of self-depreciation Clarke doesn’t understand until she hears her next words.

“Well, since having sex is a requirement I’ve never fulfilled, I’m gonna say no.”

“Oh,” Clarke says, and just looks at her, because Lexa is – Lexa , confident, sharp, sexy Lexa, and she’s neither particularly religious nor asexual – they had a brief conversation about both of these things, so how -- why --

“I never really had time for it,” Lexa says, and then Clarke is speaking before she fully realizes what she’s doing.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me. To anyone. What you do is your business,” she swallows when green eyes find hers, silent, sparkling. “Only yours. I’m not gonna think of you any differently, and if someone does, then, well, fuck them.” Poor word choice – so she backtracks, blinking. “I mean, they can suck it. Shit – I--”

“Clarke,” Lexa says, and she’s laughing again. “It’s fine. I knew you’d find it weird. I mean, you’re – you .” The last word is said quieter, almost a sigh – a reverent one. It’s flattering. But also confusing.

“What is that supposed to mean?” she whispers, softly, and Lexa replies in a whisper, too.

“You’re… a sexual person,” she tells her, and it’s shy and embarrassed and heavy and hot all at once as they sit there, gazes locked and fingers clutching their glasses. “A very sexual person.”

Clarke feels both elated and horrified. “How do you figure?” She says – practically squeaks, really, and she never squeaks. Her voice is raspy. Cool. Collected. Coy. In control. Except right now, it’s anything but.

It is still husky, though. For all the wrong reasons that don’t feel wrong at all.

Lexa’s laugh is husky, too; and as low as the tingles it sends down Clarke’s spine. “Have you seen yourself?”

“Um,” Clarke says, and springs to her feet, leaving Lexa to sit on the couch and blink at her as she starts frantically gathering the dishes. The dish, to be exact – a bowl with some chips left in it, and their glasses. “I don’t find it weird,” she says. “That you haven’t had sex. I don’t find it weird. It’s up to you. I mean, you might not even enjoy it.”

“Clarke.” She doesn’t look at Lexa, but she knows she’s giving her the stare. The universal are you fucking kidding me stare. “I do masturbate, you know. And I find it very enjoyable.”

She has to get out of there – and that’s what she does, almost sprinting to the kitchen and opening the fridge just so her face cools down. Because all she can think of now is Lexa, on her back, her legs spread and bent and she writhes, one hand clutching the pillow and another down there – God, she’s already picturing it, why not take it further? Call it as it fucking is – her fingers pressing against her cunt , vibrant pink, almost red, flicking her clit as she arches her back. And then her fingers become Clarke’s fingers and her neck’s arching under her lips, and then she screams--

“Clarke?”

The fridge door shuts with a bang as she practically jumps out of her skin. Lexa’s standing in the doorway, her eyes wary and worried as she studies her. She looks anxious. She made her that way. Her friend – her younger, inexperienced friend shared something huge with her, probably hoping to get some advice, understanding, support – anything but what she gave. Anything but fear and rejection, because that’s what it probably looked like to Lexa.

(She doesn’t know which one is worse – that or what actually was going through her head.)

“I was checking to see if we have beer,” she says lamely. Of course Lexa doesn’t buy it. She’s too smart for that. And quick, and sharp, and--

This crush – and it’s time to admit that’s definitely what it is – is getting way out of hand.

“I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable,” Lexa says with quiet regret. “That was definitely of TMI variety. So… I’m sorry. I thought – or I guess I didn’t really think, and…” She sighs, tiredly rubbing her neck. Clarke’s too worried and guilty to note how enticing the gesture looks coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves. “I’ll just go.”

“No!” Clarke yelps, and then coughs. Lexa just stares at her. “I mean – don’t go. Please. I’m the one who’s sorry.” Honesty’s the best policy, or so they say. She’s about to test that. At the very least, she’ll embarrass herself, and Lexa won’t feel bad about herself anymore. “There’s something I have to tell you, and I hope it’ll explain my reaction.”

That’s how they find themselves back on the couch, with Clarke struggling to get the words out. “You’re – um.”

“Okay,” Lexa says slowly.

“No, I – let me finish. I’ll get there.” She flashes her a quick, nervous grin and gets one in return. “The reason I freaked out is… Look, it’s probably not news to you that you’re very – very attractive.” She blinks and looks away when her gaze drops to Lexa’s full lips.

Operation “Don’t Be A Creep” failed.

Lexa doesn’t say anything, patiently waiting for her to continue, and she tells herself not to find it cute when she follows her directions. “So, uh, you’re attractive, and I’m… attracted to you.” When Lexa continues to watch her, she decides to clarify. “In a sexual sense.”

Lexa blinks. “And now that you’ve found out I’m largely inexperienced, you’re not anymore?” She sounds both confused and dejected, and it’s the second one that Clarke has a problem with. That would imply that Lexa had certain hopes. And those hopes will make it so much harder for her not to act on her desires. Increasingly dirty desires.

“That’s not it at all, ” Clarke tells her. “It was hearing you mention masturbating that did me in.” She clears her throat. “I have a… um. A rather active imagination. It was a little overwhelming.”

Lexa cocks her head to the right, and really, fuck her and her perfect face. Even though that’s exactly what she’s trying not to do. “Imagining someone you’re attracted to masturbating?”

“You just had to say it, didn’t you,” Clarke deadpans, and Lexa bites her lip, but it doesn’t help with stifling her chuckle.

“I’m sorry,” she offers, but it doesn’t sound as sincere as she probably wanted it to. “There’s something I need to tell you now.”

“Okay,” Clarke says, and there’s dread pooling in her lower stomach but it’s mixed with hot, liquid heat, because she thinks she knows what Lexa’s about to say, and she might even know what she’s about to do when she slowly leans in and Clarke’s body betrays her by mirroring the action.

“I’m attracted to you, too,” Lexa lets her know. And kisses her. And she doesn’t – no, she does not kiss like someone who’s inexperienced.

Now, Clarke’s found herself on her back a little fast than she probably should’ve with plenty of people. But with Lexa, it doesn’t feel like it’s moving too fast. It feels like it’s not fast enough. It feels inevitable, and exciting, and long overdue, and she doesn’t know what she might’ve done if they weren’t interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

“Ignore it,” Lexa whispers to her, hotly, and all she can do is moan when her lips find hers again. Admittedly, this is going a little differently than her fantasies, but she’s enjoying it just as much. She didn’t expect Lexa to be this assertive. Certainly not after her confession.

Later, she’ll be thankful for her neighbor and her affinity for incessant knocking in the middle of the night. “Phillip ran away,” she tragically announces when Clarke manages to find enough willpower to push Lexa’s greedy hands away and stumble to the door, hair disheveled and eyes wild. “Have you seen him? Sometimes he gets into other people’s houses. Little rascal.”

It takes Clarke a good minute to figure out she’s talking about her cat and not her husband. “N-no,” she stammers, straightening her wrinkled shirt. “I haven’t seen him. I’ll let you know if I do,” she adds, remembering basic rules of social interactions.

The old lady – she can never remember her name – squints at her, suspicious. “You do that,” she half-says, half-orders. “Phillip is precious.”

She seems to remember Phillip attacking a couple of neighborhood dogs a while back, but nods nonetheless. “Yes. Of course. Sorry for your loss.”

“What do you mean?!” The neighbor bristles, indignant. “He’s not dead!”

“So sorry, goodbye!” Clarke manages to smile – although it feels more like a grimace – as she quickly shuts the door and leans against it, looking up at the ceiling. Her neighbor grumbles something about youth these days, and she’s pretty sure she might have called her a whore , probably because of the definitely-got-interrupted-while-about-to-get-boned look she’s sporting, but she doesn’t care. She’s been called worse by better people.

What she does care about is her other neighbor – a much younger, much sexier one – rising to her feet and wordlessly joining her in the hallway. And just as wordlessly cupping her face before claiming her lips again.

Clarke’s never been one for drugs, but this has gotta be the best one of them all. At the very least, it’s just as addictive.

And bad for you.

She pulls away just as Lexa’s tongue begins to gently caress hers, and seriously, where did she learn how to kiss like that? “Wait,” she pants, grabbing her hands. “God. Wait.”

“Is something wrong?” Lexa murmurs, and Clarke really wishes she would stop doing that. Speaking in that voice, using that tone, because it sounds – intimate. Downright domestic. It sounds like she just came back from a shift and Lexa’s been waiting for her at home and they are about to head to their bed and…

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she settles for saying, and takes a step back. Except she can’t, because there’s a door behind her, and old stuck-up ladies and terrorist cats roaming the streets behind that door. So she manages to simply press up against the door even more.

Lexa notices, and steps away from her, and she’s so grateful she could kiss her, except wasn’t the whole point to stop doing that?

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why shouldn’t we do this?” Lexa’s eyes flash a brilliant green in the dark. “I thought we’ve established that we like each other, and, as far as I know, we’re both single.”

“I – yes.” Her points sound fair and are true, but, “that’s not why. I – Lexa, I’m twenty eight.”

Lexa blinks. She looks surprised. Almost astonished. “You care about that?”

“You mean you don’t?”

Lexa grins. “Why would I?” She studies her for a moment. “Perhaps, I would if you were, say, fifty five. And honestly even then I’m not sure, because you’re you.”

“Lexa,” she sighs, rubbing her face. “It’s just… weird. Think about it. While I was losing my virginity you were probably still learning how to ride a bike.”

“Either you were an alarmingly early bloomer or you think I’m a late one,” Lexa chuckles. “I learned how to ride a bike when I was five. And I never lost my virginity in a traditional sense, so this isn’t a very good example. I do get what you’re trying to say, but – it’s all subjective, you see?” She blinks as she thinks of something. “Also – seventeen? Prom?”

“Yeah,” Clarke nods, before huffing. “I – see? This is weird.”

Lexa shakes her head, but her smile doesn’t fade. “It’s only weird if you make it,” she tells her. “But if this isn’t something you want to happen, I won’t insist.” Her hand finds hers, then. It’s a comforting gesture, but Clarke’s skin still flares up where she touches her. “But I also want you to realize that I’m not a shy, scared virgin. I’m a consenting adult who knows what she wants and what she likes.” Her voice is pure silk as it envelops Clarke, making her body arch into her of its own accord. Fucking traitor. “And I like you. In whatever capacity you’re willing to be with me.”

Clarke knows what Lexa’s saying. We can remain friends, if you want me. We can be lovers, if you want me. It’s Clarke’s choice, and Lexa’s accommodating her, even though everything inside her tells her she should be the one to do that. It should be vice versa, shouldn’t it?

While she’s dealing with her inner turmoil, Lexa steps back and begins to put her shoes on. “I’ll stop by tomorrow,” she tells her when she finishes and straightens up again. “Do you want to hate-watch Twilight? ”

“Sure,” she manages. Lexa smiles, and doesn’t push.

“Sure.” With one last, smiling look, she leaves, and Clarke stays there, clutching at her door as she watches her walk away, with the smallest, barely noticeable spring in her step.

What the fuck is she going to do?

In the end, Clarke does what she does best – compartmentalizes. There are two Clarkes. Clarke the friendly neighbor who enjoys an occasional movie night with her new fairly attractive friend but doesn’t dwell on her attractiveness. And Clarke the pervert, because she doesn’t have another name for someone who has the dirtiest – wonderful, messy, sweaty – scenarios imaginable playing in her head on a seemingly endless loop.

She settles on – tries and struggles – being the first one. And at night, she lets the second one come out and play, because if she doesn’t, she’ll either combust or go insane. Or both.

Besides, it’s not like she has much control over it. It’s better to say that the second Clarke takes over at night, barging into her mind with outrageously – wonderful – perverted dreams and making her do things upon waking she’d rather not think about right now.

In the end, Clarke does what she thinks she does best. And learns she sucks at it pretty hard. Not as hard as – well.

Those fucking dreams.

Anyway. After a couple of dates gone almost wrong, when the now customary bottle of wine stood near empty on the coffee table and Lexa’s lips looked particularly delicious, she caves and decides to do what she hopefully does better than compartmentalization.

She whines about it to her best friend.

Raven picks up after the second ring. “ Oh my god,” she almost yells. “I missed your sorry ass so much I’m not even going to yell at you for only calling me when you need something.”

Clarke deflates even more. Outside her window, Lexa carefully parks her old, well-maintained car and climbs out, straightening her Wayfarers. And she’s got her t-shirt sleeves rolled up, too, ever so slightly. Clarke used to think this particular look screamed douchebag.

Lexa had to go and spoil it all for her.

“Is it that obvious?” She asks Raven as she follows Lexa with her gaze. Don’t come over, she thinks desperately. Don’t come over, because my period’s about to start and I’m going crazy and none of my toys are helping and I can’t take your virginity while I jump you in the hallway.

Fuck – she’s not supposed to even think about that. There should be no take and virginity in her vocabulary from now on. And lose, too, just to be on the safe side.

Raven snorts. “ A little bit,” she tells her. “But since I do the same thing, it’s cool. All will be forgiven when you come to New York for my birthday.”

She tries not to wince. “I, uh – I’ll try my hardest.”

“ Fuck you, Clarke,” Raven says, but it’s without malice. “Now spill. What could’ve possibly happened in that sleepy shithole?”

“Hey,” Clarke protests weakly. “This is my grandmother’s hometown.”

“You’re not obligated to sugarcoat it just because she left you a house there,” Raven retorts.

“Raven,” Clarke damn near whimpers, because Lexa walks back out of her house, her leather jacket gone and her tattoos on display since she’s only wearing a tank top. It’s a little chilly for that, goddammit. For the first time ever, Clarke celebrated the return of the low temperature because that meant no more toned biceps and forearms. Boy, was she wrong.

(Plus, Lexa’s got a rather impressive collection of leather jackets, and sometimes Clarke’s not sure what’s better. Worse. She meant to say worse.)

(Seriously, how did no girl snatch her up in all three years in college and counting? Maybe she’s a serial killer and everyone knows except me, Clarke thinks, half-delirious. Or – something. )

“What? Clarke, what? Griffin. Come on.”

She comes back to earth and thickly swallows when Lexa opens the hood of her car and studies something inside with a look of concentration of her face. She really should get away from that window. “I’m about to make a huge mistake,” she sighs.

Lexa walks around her car and kneels next to it, and Clarke recoils from the window, because if she sees her get under the vehicle, she won’t be able to handle it.

“What?” Raven sounds confused and alarmed. “What’s going on?”

She presses her fingers to her temple, rubbing it as she closes her eyes. “I’m going to tell you everything, but you have to promise not to judge me.”

“You’re scaring me.” It takes a lot to make Raven sober up, and when she sounds completely serious, Clarke knows she may have gone overboard. But she’s having a fucking crisis over here. Quite literally. “But sure. Of course I won’t judge you. I hope.”

By the end of her tale, Raven’s howling with laughter and she’s trying very hard not to scream at her. “Okay,” her friend says after she calms down enough for her words to be more or less understandable. “Okay. She can’t be that hot.”

“If she’s still living here by the time you finally visit, you’ll see for yourself,” Clarke hisses. “And you’ll be sorry. So fucking sorry.”

“Just like you after you finally fuck her?” Raven fires back, still chuckling. Clarke only groans. “Come on, Griffin. It’s not like she’s fifteen. Honestly, I don’t even get what’s got you so rattled. She said it herself – she’s a consenting adult. And by the way it sounds like she’ll be fucking you, not the other way around.”

“Tell me about it,” Clarke mutters before she can stop herself. The memory of Lexa – confident, strong Lexa holding her as she gives her the best kiss of her life – flashes before her eyes, and she shakes her head to hastily get rid of it.

“Seriously, Clarke,” Raven tells her, becoming somewhat serious. As serious as Raven can get after her best friend shamefully confessed to being in heat for a college girl, which isn’t much. “I don’t know what the big deal is. Get a grip, get over it, and get under her. Story, end of.”

“Raven,” Clarke whines. “She’s still in school.”

“Well, it’s not high school, is it? Besides, you’re kind of still in school yourself. Residency’s not a job, right?”

“Yeah, but…” It’s just wrong. She can’t even explain it, but it doesn’t feel right. Or, rather, it does feel right, but it seems wrong. She’s not making a lot of sense, is she? “She hasn’t been with anyone, Rae,” she tries. “I can’t do it.”

“Seems like you’re making a bigger deal out of it than she is,” Raven notes. “Look, if you really can’t do it, don’t. But I have a feeling if you didn’t want to go for it, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now, so let me be the voice of you conscience and tell you to go fuck her brains out.”

She so shouldn’t have called Raven, except that’s exactly what she wanted to hear, and that’s why she called. “But…”

What if I end up being her training wheels and she gets everything she needs from me and move on to someone better and--

Fuck.

“But what?” Raven asks, impatiently, when she doesn’t continue.

“Nothing,” Clarke shakes her head even though Raven can’t see her. “Nothing. You know what? You’re right. I’m an idiot. And you’re right.”

“ Always am,” Raven boasts cheerfully. “Alright, I gotta go, but I expect you to call me back with details. All of them.”

“I will.” She will. She’ll call, and she’ll actually try to make it to New York for her birthday. She hopes. “Thank you, Rae. Love you.”

“ Love you, too, you weirdo,” Raven lets out a short guffaw. “ Rock her world. I know you can.”

Clarke rolls her eyes, forgetting about her new problem for a short second. “We had sex once, stop bringing it up, you perv.” Her answer is another short laugh, and then Raven hangs up, leaving her alone with thoughts she can’t exactly call happy.

It was when did it stop being just friendship and now it’s when did it stop being just a crush, and Clarke doesn’t want to think about what might come after that, because she’s already in deep shit as it is.

She looks out the window again, but Lexa’s nowhere to be seen. Only the old lady – what is her name? – passing by her house as she cries for Phillip again. Clarke hurriedly closes the blinds.

Clarke likes to think she’s a smart person most of the time. But she admits that there are moments when her brain stops functioning like that of an average adult, and those result either in hilarious tales or horrifically embarrassing ones. According to her friends, most of the time, it’s both. She respectfully disagrees.

Rarely, it results in something awesome. But, when she barges into Lexa’s house and assaults her surprised neighbor with her lips, she sincerely doubts it’s one of those moments.

Except Lexa’s only surprised for a fraction of a second, and next thing she knows, she’s being lifted in the air by her thighs and placed on the table while full, insistent lips take control of the kiss.

Mirth and hunger make for an interesting combination as they sparkle in green eyes. “Is this our new secret handshake? Because I’m down,” Lexa chuckles huskily when they part.

Clarke doesn’t have a witty remark to that, so she settles for a deeply intelligent shut up and tugs her close again, claiming her lips in another kiss. Lexa breaks it first, smiling when Clarke huffs.

“I’m so – so happy you made a decision,” she tells her quietly, “but I’m afraid we’ll have to wait till tonight to act on it.” Her smile grows when she gently pecks Clarke’s pout. “I have a study group in half an hour.”

“On a Saturday,” Clarke checks, and when Lexa nods, she huffs again. “No wonder you’re still a virgin,” she grumbles before she can stop herself. As soon as the words are out, she widens her eyes, almost comically, because – her friends might’ve gotten a joke like that, but Lexa and her are not… they are not like that, are they?

Lexa’s loud, sincere laughter makes her recoil – that’s how unexpected it is. “Well,” she manages through chuckles, “no wonder you’re not one.”

Clarke has to admit that was clever. She joins her in her laughter, shaking her head. “God. I’m sorry for storming in like that. I – fuck, I can’t believe I did that.”

“Ambush me in my own home?”

Clarke gives her a look. “Must you point out every little thing I do wrong?” she demands, and Lexa chuckles again.

“I don’t think it’s wrong at all,” she counters, with that annoying little smirk of hers that Clarke’s been wanting to either slap or kiss off of her face. She settles for the latter.

She’s proud to find Lexa a little dazed, for once, when she pulls away. “I’m gonna be late,” she murmurs, a little wistfully. Clarke sees an opportunity – she always does, and she rarely passes it up. She could push her further, in this moment of weakness. She’s confident she can get her to stay if she just--

She sighs and gently pushes her away so she can slide off the table and stand on her feet. “Then you should probably get going. See you tonight?”

Lexa’s eyes are an endless, emerald sea as she gazes at her with something she shouldn’t. “Yes. Absolutely.”

“Okay,” Clarke says, and with another peck, she leaves. “Okay,” she says again to herself as she exits and stands on Lexa’s porch. “Okay. Fuck. Holy fucking fuck.”

And that’s how she finds herself here, sitting at her table across from Lexa on what suspiciously looks like a date. Lexa came over with a tasteful bouquet and tasty wine and wearing slacks , for fuck’s sake.

“So,” she starts, conversationally. “How was your day?”

“Eventful,” Lexa settles on saying before sipping on her wine. “Yours?”

“Same.” When did it become so awkward? Oh, right. When she shoved her tongue down her throat.

Lexa seems to be thinking along these lines. She sighs and leans back in her chair, unbuttoning her shirt collar. “We don’t have to do anything tonight, Clarke,” she says, warmly. “Or ever, really. If you wish, we could think of today as momentary lapse of judgment and forget about it.”

“No,” Clarke says, immediately. “I only just came to terms with the fact that we’re gonna end up in bed at some point or another. Don’t take this away from me.”

Lexa’s gaze is amused, but she sighs again, shaking her head. “And clearly, you’re very comfortable with the idea,” she says, and gestures in her general direction. Clarke looks down on herself and her arms crossed over her chest. Great.

“We’re definitely not doing anything tonight,” Lexa continues. “It feels like I’m about to molest you.”

Clarke blinks. “ You’re about to molest me? ”

“I knew it.” Green eyes flash as Lexa stands up, suddenly. “You’re still hung up on the whole age situation.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help it!” Clarke protests, standing up as well. “I’ve – God, I’ve never felt anything like this with anyone else and then you come along and fuck me up with your-- with you and--”

“Oh, and you think this is easy for me?” Lexa locks her jaw, and Clarke scolds herself for the impure thoughts filling her head up while they are in the middle of an argument. “You’re – fuck, Clarke, you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met in my life, and here I am, a college kid with no job and no experience, and of course I had to go and fall--” she cuts herself off, abruptly, and looks away, jaw and shoulders tense.

Clarke clears her throat. “Did you just yell at me?”

“No,” Lexa replies tiredly. “I aggressively complimented you.” She sighs, then, running her hand through her hair and gingerly sitting back in her chair. “And – yeah, yelled at you a little. I’m sorry. I don’t know what just happened.”

She sits, too, and shrugs. “Eh. It was kinda hot. You’re cute when you’re angry.”

That makes Lexa look at her. “Don’t tell me you have some kind of a dark, specific fetish,” she teases, and Clarke breathes with relief when the corners of her lips twitch upwards.

“Oh, I have many,” she quips. “We’ll discuss them later.”

“Oh. Cool,” Lexa says, and stands up. Only this time, it’s to cross the kitchen and kiss her. God, she’s dangerous, or her kissing ability is, because Clarke loses any and all coherent thought as soon as their lips touch.

“I’ll wash the dishes tomorrow,” Lexa murmurs to her when they part and she tugs her out of the kitchen. Clarke wants to tell her that she doesn’t give a flying fuck about the dishes right now, but somehow she manages to realize it’s her way of saying she’ll still be here in the morning before her foot finds its way into her mouth.

So, instead, she whispers okay and takes her hand in hers as she leads her upstairs.

They spend a long time simply kissing as they lie on her bed, on top of the covers. Lexa’s careful with her. Almost tentative, and Clarke is grateful. It still feels a little funny, because – shouldn’t she be the one to handle her with such reverence?

But it also feels so, so good, and she decides to let go and let it play out. If need be, she’ll take the lead when Lexa’s ready for her to do so. For now, she arches into her exploring hands and sighs when Lexa’s lips find that spot just below her ear. And Lexa proves to be an excellent student, because she notices, and does it again. And again, until Clarke’s a melting mess in her arms, and only then she moves on, eager to make more discoveries.

She can’t remember the last time someone was this excited about learning her. Lexa does it with such awe and so much investment in her pleasure that she finds herself getting incredibly turned on in an embarrassingly short amount of time. And when she says incredibly, she means ready to come from the tiniest friction.

And, of course, she fucking does. Lexa’s hot, surprisingly skilled tongue trails a wet path down her neck while her deft fingers find her nipple and brush over it with determined purpose. All it takes is a toned thigh pressed between her legs, and she’s gone, quick and sharp. She doesn’t even have time to fully comprehend what’s happening before she writhes under Lexa, grasping at her back.

“…Fuck,” she rasps, blinking. Lexa stills as she watches her, eyes dark and full of wonder.

“Did you…” She swallows, her voice finally betraying some of her nerves. “Did you just… come?”

“Yes,” Clarke confirms huskily, because all shame flew out the window the first time Lexa squeezed her boob. “Yes, I did. I’d like to do it again and then make you do it, too.”

Lexa grins. “Fine by me,” she lets her know. “But first, I want to see you.” Her voice grows hoarse as she says it, and her gaze on Clarke is unwavering.

When was the last time she’s been looked at like that? Has she ever been looked at like that?

She leans up, still breathless, and catches Lexa’s lips in a brief kiss. “Anything,” she whispers. “Tonight – anything.” I’m yours is there, at the tip of her tongue, ready to tumble down, but she holds it back.

She doesn’t want to think about it. “Would you like to do the honors?” She teases, raising one eyebrow as she gestures at her still-clothed body, and Lexa laughs.

“Yes, please.”

“Then I’m doing you.” Clarke pauses. “Pun intended.”

Their clothes are lost quickly after that, and both of them watch each other, greedily, almost desperately, not wanting to miss anything.

“God,” Lexa breathes out, and her hands are unsteady as she tentatively reaches out and touches her bare skin. “Clarke. You’re perfect.” Lips find hers again, and she swallows her fervent whispers. “So beautiful. God, you’re so beautiful…”

“So are you,” she whispers, and Lexa goes back to studying her as thoroughly as she can. Nothing gets past her. What makes Clarke sigh, and gasp, and moan; what makes her arch and writhe and cling to her – she picks up on every little thing, and successfully uses her newfound knowledge to drive Clarke positively crazy.

By the end of it, Clarke can’t string more than two words together, and Lexa resembles a giant, satisfied cat that just devoured about a dozen of canaries as she lies next to her and draws lazy circles on her quivering stomach. Clarke half-expects her to start purring any second now.

“Jesus,” Clarke manages to say once she gets her breathing under control. The pulsing between her legs is slowly winding down, but it’s still there, faint and rhythmic. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

Lexa’s smirk is as smug as it gets, but after what she’s just done to her, she’s more than allowed to wear it. “Positive,” she replies.

“Well, fuck,” she breathes out, meeting her gaze. “I think you might’ve given me performance anxiety. Seriously,” she lazily reaches out, cupping Lexa’s cheek. “You were incredible. I just – wow.”

“Thank you,” Lexa says, a little bashfully, and Clarke’s glad to finally allow herself to think how cute she is. “I read a lot. And the best advice I’ve ever read and been given is to listen to your partner. And… I did. It wouldn’t have been this amazing if you didn’t guide me through it.”

“You’re giving me too much credit,” Clarke scoffs.

“It takes two to tango,” Lexa notes with a small grin. And, well – Clarke can take a hint.

“I believe it’s my turn to lead,” she murmurs, flipping them over and hovering above. Lexa’s eyes widen with want and then screw shut when she leans down and nibbles at the soft skin of her neck. She smells amazing; Clarke can’t stop herself from deeply inhaling a couple of times before descending further down her body.

“Is this okay?” She whispers once she reaches her chest, and Lexa nods, almost frantically. But when her tongue darts out to taste her nipples, there’s a hand in her hair, making her look up.

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do,” Lexa says, breathlessly, “but I just watched you come three times, and trust me, I don’t need foreplay.”

Clarke smirks. “Impatient, are we?” she drawls, sliding back up and coming face to face with her again.

“You have no idea,” Lexa practically groans, and her hips roll into Clarke’s. “Clarke. Please.”

It’s scary – realizing there’s not much she’s able to deny this girl. Lexa keens in her mouth when her fingers find her slick heat, and she gasps in reply. She’s so silky and wet, dripping . She’s already made a mess of her inner thighs, and Clarke’s sure the sheets are ruined, too.

She can’t help the surge of pride in her chest at the knowledge that she’s like this for her.

Lexa’s already balancing on the edge when she starts gently rubbing circles on her clit. When her hand shoots down to stop her, she’s not even surprised. “Wait,” Lexa – her composed, calm, collected Lexa – pants, huskily, as she trembles. “I – wait.”

Her Lexa?

She pushes the thought away and instead concentrates on raining soft kisses all over Lexa’s neck and face as she patiently waits for her to allow her to continue. At Lexa’s tiny nod, she smiles, and resumes her ministrations, but Lexa’s hand grabs hers again. This time, she doesn’t stop her – only pushes her lower, and Clarke’s eyes fly open when she realizes what she wants her to do.

“Inside,” Lexa confirms her – somewhat panicked – thoughts. “I want you inside.”

Clarke wants to ask her again if she’s sure, but a voice inside her head reasons that since Lexa’s already here, with her hand guiding hers, then she probably is, and judging by the look in her eyes, she just might slap her if she doesn’t comply. So she does.

She can’t take her eyes off Lexa’s face when she slowly pushes inside with one finger. Green eyes flutter closed as her mouth falls open in a silent scream, and Clarke almost misses the dull pain from her blunt nails digging into the skin on her back. Almost. “Is this okay?”

“God, yes,” Lexa quietly moans. “Just don’t stop. Please, don’t – Clarke--” Her thumb on her clit cuts her off, and her next moan is louder as she arches. That makes Clarke’s finger sink in all the way, and Lexa cries out as her eyes fly open.

“Fuck,” Clarke curses. “Did I – does it hurt? Did I hurt you?”

Lexa shakes her head. She looks almost dazed when their eyes lock. “No,” she rasps. “Feels s-so good. God.” Her gaze is wild and hazy. “You’re – Clarke. You’re inside me.”

The words make her gush, and now Lexa’s not the only one responsible for ruined sheets. “Yes,” she manages to say without stammering. “I’m inside you. I got you,” she whispers, pressing closer to her and resting her sweaty forehead on her equally damp one. “I’m here. It’s okay.”

“More than okay,” Lexa chuckles breathlessly. “Fuck. I – I think I want more,” she tells her, almost shyly, and Clarke suppresses the urge to widen her eyes.

“Anything,” she repeats her earlier words, and gives Lexa a slow, long kiss as she pulls her finger out, only to push two back in.

Lexa’s back becomes a taut, tense string as she arches and sobs, and Clarke’s torn between panic and want as she stills, letting her adjust to the intrusion. Her walls are fluttering around her like crazy, and she’s a wonderful, liquid velvet as she melts down her hand.

She’s about to ask Lexa if she’s okay when she starts to move on her fingers. Clarke’s breath catches in her throat and stays there. She can only freeze and watch while Lexa slowly rolls her hips, riding her.

Jesus. Clarke’s never been much of a believer, but this has got to be a piece of heaven on earth. Lexa’s gripping her fingers as she grows accustomed to her, and the look on her face is pure, unadulterated pleasure – the kind that makes you blush and look away if you’re not the one inflicting it. And she is. Oh, she is.

She only starts to move when Lexa tries to pick up the pace, helping her and greedily drinking the divine sounds falling from her lips.

“Clarke,” Lexa begs, and she curls her fingers, stroking up, and up, and up, making her cry out. She kneels between her legs, shifting her weight to free her other hand, and finds her clit, circling it. She remembers how hard it was for her to come from penetration and nothing else the first handful of times. Immediately, she’s rewarded by a loud cry. Lexa’s hands tangle in her hair as she looks straight in her eyes, half-delirious with want.

“I’m close – I’m so close, I’m gonna, Clarke--” Lexa babbles, almost incoherently, and then, Clarke firmly rubs her clit, and her fingers find the spongy, velvety spot on Lexa’s front wall, and she lets out a near-wail as she finally shatters.

And it’s the most beautiful fucking thing Clarke’s ever seen in her life, and she wants to see it again, every night, every day, every hour for the rest of her life, and she’s not even scared when she thinks that. Because Lexa’s writhing and trembling under her as she comes, and when her green eyes open, there’s nothing but pure, tired happiness, and she wants that. She wants all of that and she wants all of her.

Lexa’s kiss tastes of gratitude and exhaustion and something else, something warm and tender and large. “Now,” she struggles to say, her breathing still ragged, “ now I know how you feel.”

Clarke tosses her head back and laughs, and laughs, and Lexa watches her with crinkled, shining eyes, and honestly, seven years isn’t even such a huge age difference. In their case.

Raven’s going to have a field day with this.

#clexa #femslash #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru

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Reasons why Faith Lehane would make a good cowboy:

Loves wearing leather

Could definitely win a duel (slayer reflexes)

Keeps moving between towns

Would look hot in a cowboy hat

Reasons why Faith Lehane would not make a good cowboy:

I cannot for the life of me imagine this girl playing poker she is so bad at bluffing oh my god

#btvs #buffy #buffy the vampire slayer #faith lehane

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY (MASTERPOST)

How exciting! I did every Friday for all of 2023!

@flashfictionfridayofficial

WEEK 1 -- Set The Stage (Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things (TV 2016), T-rating, 504 words)

There's only a couple more hours until opening night starts. And everything's ruined.

WEEK 2 -- Birth Of A Star (Sansa Stark/Ygritte, Game of Thrones & ASOIAF, G-rating, 365 words)

Ygritte longs to steal a maiden’s kiss.

WEEK 3 -- Fine By Me (Raul Cocolotl & Kat Elliot, Wendell & Wild (2022), No Rating, 417 words)

Raúl hears a terrified scream in Sister Helley's classroom and comes running.

WEEK 4 -- Pure Imagination (Artemis Crock/Dick Grayson/Wally West, Young Justice (Cartoon), T-rating, 459 words)

It's good to have their boyfriend-not-boyfriend finally home.

WEEK 5 -- Where Secrets Lie // First Light (Charlie Bradbury/Gilda, Supernatural (TV 2005), T-rating, 600 words)

Charlie abandons what remains of a normal life in search of the one she loves—a good fairy.

WEEK 6 -- Who Are You // Eclipse (Korra/Asami Sato, Avatar: Legend of Korra, M-rating, 700 words)

Asami loses Korra inside the Fog of Souls. She must get her back.

WEEK 7 -- Trapped In The Dark // Earthshine (Kim Possible/Shego, Kim Possible (Cartoon), T-rating, 700 words)

"Come on out, Kimmy… let's finish this."

WEEK 8 -- You're Not Alone // Nuclear Cluster (Faith Lehane/Buffy Summers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), E-rating, 1000 words)

Faith accidentally gets sent to another version of Sunnydale. A really messed up Sunnydale.

WEEK 9 -- Sea & Sun (Valerie Frizzle & Ms. Frizzle's Class, Dorothy Ann & Wanda & Arnold & Ralphie & Carlos & Keesha & Tim, Magic School Bus, G-rating, 765 words)

It's a never a normal field trip with Ms. Frizzle. This time, and to everyone's excitement, they head to the beach!

WEEK 10 -- Celestial Bodies (Baelfire | Neal Cassidy/Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Once Upon a Time, No Rating, 603 words)

In their final moments, Neal decides to reconcile with an old friend.

WEEK 11 -- Tree Of Life (Eris | Discordia/Bia, Eris | Discordia/Hesperides, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, M-rating, 300 words)

Eris steals a golden apple, intending to disrupt one of the weddings happening on Olympus. Someone disrupts her.

WEEK 12 -- Filled With Clarity (Derek/Odette, Swan Princess (1994), G-rating, 564 words)

While they're still young, Derek realizes Odette is not what she seems.

WEEK 13 -- Deep End (Damian Wayne & Colin Wilkes, Damian Wayne/Colin Wilkes, Batman Comics, T-rating, 256 words)

As much as Colin would like to think this was forever, he wasn’t dumb—Robin wouldn’t need him eventually.

WEEK 14 -- Cold Object (Diedrich/Vincent Phantomhive, Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler, M-rating, 1123 words)

"Mine at last. Just like I have always wanted."

WEEK 15 -- -Against The Flow (Matsuoka Gou/Mikoshiba Isuzu, Free!, G-rating, 324 words)

Muscles. Men. Meetings with the Iwatobi Swim Club. That's all Gou is supposed to care about.

WEEK 16 -- An Eternal Summer (Jane Bennet/Charles Bingley, Pride and Prejudice (2005), No Rating, 448 words)

Mr Bingley refuses to leave Jane's side long while she's ill.

WEEK 17 -- What Comes Next (Kaneda Shoutarou/Shima Tetsuo, Akira (Anime & Manga), M-rating, 793 words)

When their enemies get the jump on them, It's his turn to save Kaneda.

WEEK 18 -- Didn't Mean It (Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Toothless, How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), T-rating, 423 words)

Hiccup doesn't want Toothless to think Hiccup is mad at him. Even if the workshop nearly got set on fire.

WEEK 19 -- How Far We've Come (Søstre | Sisters/Prinsesse | Princess/Prins | Prince, Den lille Havfrue | The Little Mermaid - Hans Christian Andersen, E-rating, 576 words)

Because of the prince and his princess, her sister no longer lives. This cannot be.

WEEK 20 -- Comedian's Night (Dick Grayson | Robin/Red X, Teen Titans Animated Series, T-rating, 987 words)

Robin investigates trouble in Jump City's local performing arts center and gets the unlikeliest backup.

WEEK 21 -- The Devil You Forgot (Coraline Jones/Wybie Lovat, Coraline (2009), No Rating, 1489 words)

Eleven years later, Wybie and Coraline return to the Pink Palace Apartments, unlocking their memories.

WEEK 22 -- Yes, Sir!! (Starlight & Sweetheart & Melody & Bright Eyes & Patch & Clover & Bon Bon, My Little Pony Generation 1.5: Tales (Cartoon 1992), G-rating, 339 words)

Sweetheart never learned to roller skate. The other ponies teach her and encourage Sweetheart to overcome her fear.

WEEK 23 -- All The King's Horses And All The King's Men (Ygraine de Bois/Nimueh, BBC Merlin, M-rating, 472 words)

On the eve of King Uther's long-awaited marriage ceremony, Nimueh convinces her lover to flee.

WEEK 24 -- Where The Flowers Grow (Higa Hiromi | Shadow/Oka Shokichi, SK8 the Infinity (Anime), T-rating, 566 words)

In the middle of his break, Hiromi gets an unexpected visit from Manager Oka.

WEEK 25 -- Sink Or Swim (OceanGate Titan Submersible, RMS Titanic, Logitech F710 Wireless Gamepad, Mysterious Banging Noises Coming at 30 Minute Intervals, Angry Spirits of the Working Class Poor on the RMS Titanic, Yacht-Destroying Orcas, Ever Given Container Ship, Titanic 1997's Director James Cameron's Evil Twin, Metal-Eating Bacteria in the Atlantic Ocean, US Coast Guard, OceanGate - Fandom, No Rating, 589 words)

Alright… who did it? Who went ahead and broke it?"

WEEK 26 -- Can We Kiss? (Daisy Duck/Minnie Mouse, Mickey Mouse and Friends, G-rating, 241 words)

For 'What Makes You Happy! Day… Minnie would like to ask Daisy something.

WEEK 27 -- Reporting The Scoop (Kururugi Suzaku/Lelouch Lamperouge | Lelouch vi Britannia, Kururugi Suzaku & Lelouch Lamperouge | Lelouch vi Britannia, Code Geass, T-rating, 1631 words)

Lelouch exposes Suzaku's bullies to the entirety of Ashford Academy without Suzaku's knowledge. It doesn't go over well.

WEEK 28 -- On The Edge (Julie Grigio/R, Warm Bodies (2013), No Rating, 493 words)

While bleeding out, Julie asks R to do something unthinkable for R. But he will. For her.

WEEK 29 -- The Sand Ocean (Kiba/Tsuma/Cheza, Wolf's Rain (Anime), M-rating, 999 words)

After a narrow escape, Kiba lets his pack rest before their journey begins again.

WEEK 30 -- An Old Friend (Margot Robbie's Barbie/J. Robert Oppenheimer, Barbie (2023) & Oppenheimer (2023) Crossover, T-rating, 1037 words)

Oppenheimer remembers Toni's little doll when she was fifteen. But never how remarkable it was.

WEEK 31 -- Gotta Go Fast (Daria Morgendorffer, Jane Lane, Jodie Landon, Michael "Mack" Mackenzie & Brittany Taylor, Kevin Thompson, Angela L, Daria (Cartoon), No Rating, 390 words)

The reception hall for Lawndale High's senior prom has a 24 hour go-kart track across the street. Pandemonium starts.

WEEK 32 -- Ten Years Later (Rafe McCawley/Danny Walker, Pearl Harbor (2001), M-rating, 1544 words)

In the middle of the night, Danny comes to Rafe. Once when they're kids and once before Rafe leaves for England.

WEEK 33 -- Broken Mirror (Princess Bubblegum/Marceline, Adventure Time, G-rating, 458 words)

Marceline accidentally knocks over Bonnibel's newest invention while cooking spaghetti.

WEEK 34 -- Mall At Night (Gregory & Wirt, Over the Garden Wall (Cartoon & Comics), No Rating, 1104 words)

Wirt and Greg end up accidentally locked inside after closing hours.

WEEK 35 -- Found Family (Ellie & Joel, The Last of Us (TV & Video Game), T-rating, 774 words)

"I can't believe you're in prison."

WEEK 36 -- Portal Fiction (Non-magical Fionna-world Marshall Lee/Gary Prince, Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake, (Cartoon 2023), E-rating, 1297 words)

Fionna goes missing. Marshall Lee and Gary finally meet and theorize about where she's gone… while in bed.

WEEK 37 -- How Do You Use 'It'? (Cornelius/Thumbelina, Thumbelina (1994), G-rating, 579 words)

During a journey in the nightfall, Cornelius encourages Thumbelina to inquire about their world and ride his pet bumblebee.

WEEK 38 -- Under The Night Sky (Chris Washington, Rod Williams, Get Out (2017), No Rating, 355 words)

"What the hell did I tell you, man?"

WEEK 39 -- Blood Is Thicker Than Water (D. J. Tanner & Stephanie Tanner, D. J. Tanner & Michelle Tanner, Kimmy Gibbler & D. J. Tanner, Full House (US TV), M-rating, 1151 words)

Stephanie ends up in the car accident with Gia when D. J. doesn't stop her from leaving. Nobody survives.

WEEK 40 -- Spine In A Twist (Cassia/Milo/Atticus, Pompeii (2014), No Rating, 944 words)

As everything ends, Milo finds comfort in the two living souls he belongs to.

WEEK 41 -- An Empty Grave (Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, The Witcher (TV), T-rating, 1016 words)

Geralt barely survives against Vilgefortz. Jaskier looks after his recovery in Brokilon, washing Geralt's wounds and despairing.

WEEK 42 -- By Candlelight (Jet Black & Ed & Ein & Spike Spiegel & Faye Valentine, Ed & Ein, Cowboy Bebop (Anime), No Rating, 1136 words)

A group of lousy ship-jackers end up on the Bebop. They're screwed.

WEEK 43 -- Torn Veil (Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Hannibal (TV), E-rating, 1074 words)

"Chasing shadows in the middle of the night, Will?"

WEEK 44 -- I Can't Tell (Dimitri/Anya | Anastasia Romanov, Anastasia (1997), G-rating, 821 words)

Anya slips on an icy patch of road on their way to Paris and hits her head. The dreams afterward feel familiar.

WEEK 45 -- By Any Other Name (Lottie Turner/Etheldreda Bloodworth, Harry Potter: Magic Awakened (Video Game), T-rating, 200 words)

A rose is a rose, and Etheldreda feels something blossoming once again in her heart… if she had as such.

WEEK 46 -- Sand Of Time (Obi-Wan Kenobi & Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV), No Rating, 814 words)

Out of the middle of the Jutland Wastes, on Tatooine, Leia and Luke happen to meet.

WEEK 47 -- A Form Of Distraction (Peeta Mellark/Finnick Odair, The Hunger Games, M-rating, 1640 words)

With tensions rising, Finnick decides to get Peeta alone for a little bit.

WEEK 48 -- Nebulous Roads (Alphonse Elric & Edward Elric, Edward Elric & Alfons Heiderich, Fullmetal Alchemist (2003), T-rating, 630 words)

Edward nearly runs over the man who holds a resemblance to his younger brother. Meanwhile, Alphonse wakes up.

WEEK 49 -- Fool Me Once (Asha/Star, Disney's Wish (2023), G-rating, 300 words)

Asha discovers the little star from the heavens she wished on… is actually a boy.

WEEK 50 -- A Promise To Break (Hakoda/Zuko, Avatar: the Last Airbender, E-rating, 1622 words)

Hakoda expects a diplomatic visit from the Firelord may mend some broken ties between their nations. Perhaps foolishly so.

WEEK 51 -- Among Any Option (Madeline Usher/Verna, The Fall of the House of Usher (TV 2023), T-rating, 100 words)

"What do you think, Madeline? Hmm? A kiss or a kill?"

WEEK 52 -- Imperfect Sign (Felix Catton/Oliver Quick, Saltburn (2023), M-rating, 587 words)

Instead of leaving when he poisons Felix, Oliver stays.

#flash fiction friday

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