mortemtheraven

[mortemtheraven]

Fire and Rain

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x GN!Reader

Summary: When the Rave'n became the talk of the town, you were more than ecstatic to be asked by your best friend aka long time crush, Ajax with him as his partner. But things took a different turn when you saw him more interested in Enid Sinclair than his own date.

Warning(s): Angst (fluff in the end)

"This school is getting on my nerves," You ranted to Ajax while hanging out in the quad. "All everyone's talking about is the upcoming Rave'n!"

"No one's asked you yet?" Ajax chuckled.

You rolled your eyes. "As if I care. I'm not going anyway."

Ajax turned to face you abruptly. "You're not?"

"Nope, I'd rather study alone in my dorm." No matter how bad it sounds, it's better than going to the Rave'n with a random person that's not Ajax. Yes, you like him for a long time now, but he's too oblivious to notice. Suppose it comes with liking a cute but an absolute idiot of a gorgon.

"Geez, Y/n. Aren't you smart enough? Enjoy life for once."

You clicked your tongue. "One can never be smart enough, Ajax. And I enjoy studying, or maybe I could find a good book and read while you guys dance the night away."

"You're such a bummer, Y/n." You rolled your eyes. Maybe I wouldn't be if you would just ask me, idiot. You thought.

"So, how's that date with Enid?" You asked, clearing your throat. He told you before that he asked Enid out after she snapped at him. As much as it hurts on your part, it's not like you could do anything about it.

"Oh, uh," Ajax laughed awkwardly. "It never happened. I k-kinda stoned myself accidentally and she assumed I stood her up."

You couldn't help but laugh.

"Stop it, Y/n. It's already embarrassing that she already has a date to the Rave'n." he pouted.

"Sorry, it's just a little funny. By the way, I still have to return the book I borrowed. See ya later!" You stood up, still laughing a little and went to the library.

Later that night, you were answering some of your homeworks when someone knocked on your door. Your siren roommate left awhile ago so you had to open the door yourself, grumbling because of the interruption of your study session. But all your complaints immediately vanished at the sight of Ajax standing outside your door with his hands buried in his hoodie's pockets.

"Ajax! What brings you here?" You asked in surprise. It's already 9 PM after all.

"I'm not gonna be long. I just wanna ask you–" he sighed and scratched his nape awkwardly. "W-Would you like to go to the Rave'n with me tomorrow, Y/n?"

You were too stunned to reply immediately, but when you finally processed the sudden information, you practically beamed. "Yes! Yes, of course."

Ajax smiled, his smile basically radiating making you swoon internally. "Great! See you tomorrow, Y/n. Goodnight."

"Night!" You jumped on the balls of your feet, giddy and grinning widely while Ajax turned around to leave, muttering a silent yes.

The time of the Rave'n came, you're already dressed up in white according to the chosen theme. By the end of the night, you hoped everything goes according to your plan. Confess, be Ajax's (s/o), and finally have your wish come true.

Someone knocked on your door and you immediately opened it to reveal Ajax in a white beanie, blazer and slacks. Gosh, he's amazing. You thought, drinking in his appearance.

"Hi," Ajax greeted, grinning widely.

"Hi," You replied, practically forcing yourself not to act all stupid and giddy in front of him.

"You look amazing, Y/n." You blushed at his simple compliment.

"Thanks, you look nice too." You silently scolded yourself for using the word ‘nice’ to describe him. He's way above that.

Ajax chuckled and offered his arm. "So, shall we?"

You ducked your head to hide your red face and clung to his arm. He smells great, you thought. Shut up, Y/n.

It didn't take long for the two of you to arrive at the venue, Ms. Thornhill greeting you by the entrance. You only smiled timidly at her and anxiously looked around. Ajax noticed how you tightened your grip on his elbow.

"Hey, it's gonna be alright. I'm not leaving your side. We're gonna have a blast." Your heart fluttered at his words. He knows you so well, how bad you get when you're in a big crowd, especially when you're conspicuously noticable in your stunning look. People are starting to look at you in surprise, not believing the once plain-looking Y/n bloomed into a beauteous flower.

"Shall we find a seat?" You nodded at Ajax, happy that his mere presence is enough to distract you from the stares you're getting.

"Don't mind them, Y/n. They're just staring at you because you startled them. You look great after all." You smiled at Ajax's words after he guided you to an empty chair, blushing at his gestures.

"Thanks, I'm not really used to compliments."

"Well, you'll be getting them more and more from now on." Ajax grinned cheekily.

Minutes later, you were anxiously tapping on your lap. Why hasn't Ajax asked you to dance yet? What's he waiting for? The two of you are just sitting silently on your table, watching as the other partners take the floor.

And then you saw it. You noticed Ajax staring unblinkingly at something. . . or perhaps someone. You followed his gaze and spotted Enid with her normie date. Of course, you thought bitterly. He only asked you to be his date because he can't have her.

The fact hurts more than it should. You couldn't help it, the sight of Ajax jealous of Enid's date is much more painful than him not asking you to dance. So you stood up, chair scraping loudly against the floor and finally getting his attention.

"Y/n?" You ignored him and began to walk away. "Where are you going?"

You turned to face him with tears threatening to fall from your angry eyes. "Out of here. I'm done being an option to you, Ajax."

With that, you turned around and finally walked out of that place.

"Y/n! Wait up!" You cursed, why couldn't he just leave you alone?

"Leave me alone, Ajax," You grumbled, walking faster. "Go back to Enid!"

"We should at least talk about this!"

You finally turned around angrily, him stopping a few feet away from you. "There's nothing to talk about, Ajax. I get it, okay?! You asked me to be your date because you can't ask her. I'm so stupid to just notice it now!"

"It's not like that–" You cut him off.

"Yes, it is! Don't even deny it! I was just an option to you. I have done everything for you to notice that I shouldn't even be a choice! I've been with you since you transferred to Nevermore! Helping you through and with everything you're having problems with! Yet all I receive in return is rejection and pain from you!"

"What do you mean rejection?" You literally facepalmed at this point.

"Ajax, wake up for once! I love you! And you don't even notice it, not even once. You're always pining over different girls, any girl but me! Am I not enough for you?" You pointed at yourself, hot tears spilling from your eyes.

"Y/n, no–"

"Then why haven't you looked at me in a different light?! I'm always your best friend, only your best friend—nothing more. . ." You wiped your tears angrily. "And I'm done, Ajax. I'm done trying, you already exhausted my patience and hope that you'd ever love me back the way I want you to. So have a blast, Ajax, go back to the Rave'n and ask her out."

You turned to leave once more but a tight hand gripped your wrist and pushed you against a parked car. Ajax was breathing heavily, looking at you with a foreign look on his face. Mostly annoyance.

"Will you let me finish my sentence for once?! I'm sorry, okay?! I should've noticed it earlier, but I'm a gorgon and I'm mostly oblivious about things. If only you've cleared things up with words instead of confusing signals, I should've kissed you long ago!"

Your eyes widened, heart thumping nervously against your chest. "W-What?"

Ajax stared at you through his eyelashes. "Yes, Y/n. I do feel the same way if not much more. But you keep hinting stuff at me and then act casually after, I couldn't help but think that maybe you just want us to stay as friends. I like you a lot, and labeling us as best friends doesn't really make me feel better so I try to distract myself with other girls except you. But I couldn't. Enid is a good friend and when she said she's going with someone else, I couldn't help but feel slightly offended."

You raised your eyebrow. "And that means?"

"Yes, I am an idiot. But then Enid said that I should just man up and ask you, so I did. I actually hoped I would be able to confess to you after the dance, but not like this. Not outside in the freaking parking lot."

"But why didn't you ask me to dance? You just kept on staring at her." Ajax's eyes softened.

"Because I thought you hated dancing, you mentioned it once during detention with me. As for Enid, she was secretly giving me to-go signals." Ajax mumbled in embarrassment, his face turning red.

Your chest hurt at how fast your heart is beating at the moment, you wondered if he could hear it pounding loudly. "You really mean that?"

Ajax chuckled at your big, glistening (e/c) eyes. "Yes, Y/n. With all sincerity I could muster."

"You're really not just saying all that because you feel bad–" Ajax cut you off by crashing his lips on yours.

A bold move. . . but you loved it anyway. So you kissed back, moving your hands to the back of his neck whilst he pulled you closer by the waist. You couldn't believe what was happening, especially when he started pushing you against a parked car slightly, leading into a full-blown make out and yet his hold on you still gentle and careful.

"I do like you, Y/n. Love you even, for everything you are. Y-Your snarky wits, the way you're not afraid to snap at people who makes fun of me for being a dork sometimes, the way you prefer to study alone in your dorm rather than go to parties, the way you smile at me and just–" Ajax sighed dreamily. "Everything about you basically."

You cradled his cheek, smiling and genuinely touched at his rambling. "You're lucky you're cute, so I forgive you." You said in a joking manner and he laughed, kissing you again as though he could never get enough of you.

#wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus x reader #ajax #reader pov

[mortemtheraven]

“The Ghost”

Pairing: Xavier Thorne x Addams! Reader

Summary: Y/n Addams has been keeping secrets to herself lately, emotional ones. When she was asked by a werewolf to a date, a certain artistic outcast found himself burning in jealousy.

Warning(s): Angst, insecurity, jealousy, curses, mention of death (reader's pronouns is she/her)

"Well, isn't this place cheery?" You looked up at the sound of a slightly familiar voice. It belongs to a guy, the werewolf who you helped find the book he sought in the library yesterday. He has strawberry blond hair, slicked back and soft obsidian eyes.

You were writing in your journal about your usual deep dark thoughts, adding some doodles or sketches here and there to add more vivid gore alongside your choice of words. Other than that, you were hanging out at the back of the school, where the woods of Nevermore extends to a seemingly endless range.

You snapped the black book shut, startling the blonde guy. "Is there a valid reason for me not to leave you here and seek another solitary place?"

"My name's Mason, do you remember? The guy–"

"–who was finding the encyclopedia about Moon Phases, yes." You interrupted him.

Mason smiled in amusement. "Uh, good then. I just wanna ask you if. . . you're free this weekend? I wanted to return the favor of helping me yesterday by treating you out, maybe through a coffee date at Weathervane tomorrow?"

You went dead silent at his bold words, making him anxious whilst you stare at him with emotionless (e/c) eyes. The silence was deafening and he was just standing awkwardly in front of you, stuffing his fidgeting hands into his jean pockets.

After another minute of silence, you spoke. "Alright,"

Mason grinned brightly almost immediately, jumping on the soles of his boots. "Great! I'll see you there tomorrow. Is 9 AM, a good time for you?"

You merely nodded once before walking away and leaving him there alone.

While walking to your next class, you couldn't help but ponder about a certain artist in your mind. Things would be better if he was the one that asked you, not Mason. The werewolf is a nice guy, but you've been into Xavier since you and your twin sister Wednesday were ten years old. The first time you met him, he looked completely different. But his endearing personality and artistic skills made him your friend instead of someone you'd want to murder.

"Y/n! Where are you off to?" Speaking of the devil, Xavier jogged towards you as you passed by the quad.

"My next class." You didn't even stop to look at him, you kept a straight cold face and a quick pace.

"Something wrong?" You mentioned you weren't feeling murderous about him, well now you're taking it back. His constant obliviousness is irritating you to death. "Y/n?"

You suddenly stopped walking and faced him with an unreadable expression. "A boy just asked me out."

Xavier chuckled in disbelief. "Oh, I'm sorry for him."

"Why are you sorry?"

"Well I assumed you turned him down," When you kept silent, Xavier's eyebrows furrowed. "Wait, you said yes?"

You nodded stiffly. "Indeed, I did."

Xavier scoffed. "Why?"

"What do you mean ‘why’?"

"Because you're not that type of girl who would date anyone."

"What do you know about what I want?" You muttered quietly.

Xavier nodded in disbelief, his jaw clenching. "So who's the lucky guy?"

"Mason,"

Xavier groaned, not him. "That stuck-up werewolf? Why?"

"He asked nicely despite being clearly intimidated by my mere presence."

"Y/n, believe me, Mason is a stuck-up jerk. He's probably up to no good."

"You're saying he asked me out with dark intentions? Hypothetically?"

Xavier rolled his eyes. "Yes, hypothetically speaking. But I'm almost a hundred percent sure that this date would end up badly in his hands."

"Who said he's in control?" You smirked coldly. "And if you know me that well, Xavier Thorpe, is that I'm into dark intentions. Whatever Mason's up to, I intend to find out."

You turned around and left him dumbstruck. Well, at least you have something to look forward to in this date. You're going to need a dress.

Enid squealed, making both you and Wednesday wince unpleasantly. The moment the word "dress" slipped out of your mouth, the colorful roomie of your twin sister was ecstatic.

"I have a lot of ideas! Since you and Wednesday basically have the same taste of color palette, we're gonna go badass goth on you!" Enid immediately went through her wardrobe, finding anything black she could get her hands on. You doubt it though, considering that Enid's taste of colors basically resembles a rainbow.

"I can hardly believe you're going to this date." Wednesday clicked her tongue in distaste while you sat beside her on her bed.

"I'd like to call it an experimental game, besides, I heard that Mason is up to no good. Who doesn't wanna investigate dark intentions?" Wednesday smirked at your similarities, both curious Addams sisters. Except for the facial descriptions since you two are fraternal twins.

"Found it!" Enid held up a mid-thigh length dress, with leather skirt and a fitting top. Then she pulled out a pair of black leggings, matching black leather jacket and black combat boots. Why she owns such clothes, you don't know, but at least you found yourself satisfied with the style.

Minutes later, you were looking at the mirror with your sister and Enid standing beside you. Last minute doubt washed over you, maybe you just stay here in Ophelia Hall and not go on this stupid date. But you look really well-prepared, with your (h/c) hair tied into a fishtail braid.

"You look purr-fect! Totally ready for your first ever date."

"I suppose I should express my gratitude for lending a hand, Enid. So thank you." You said, turning the face the blonde girl.

"Don't mention it. Just have fun!" You just nodded at her.

"If he turns out to be a disappointment, I'm always up for grave-digging." Wednesday said, the edge of your lips turned slightly upward and you hugged her before leaving their dorm.

You went straight to Weathervane and ordered a cappuccino for yourself, sitting on the booth at the corner of the cafe. Turns out Mason is running late.

Your phone suddenly vibrated, so you dug it out from your black purse. It was Ciara, your witch roommate.

"Any particular reason for calling me?" You greeted.

"Y/n! You won't believe what I saw!" You immediately recognized Ciara's gossiping tone.

"If it's about another affair of two students you witnessed again, I will haunt you in your sleep."

"Worse! It's Mason, I saw him with another werewolf chic. And guess what?"

You exhaled and rolled your eyes. "Does it involve eating each other's faces?"

"Yes!" Ciara squeaked.

"Hmm," You sipped on your coffee calmly, feeling a blizzard of rage form inside your chest. "That explains why I'm finishing my cappuccino alone. Thank you for informing me, Ciara."

The line ended as you hit the red button. Mason Lee, you're gonna regret wasting my time.

Xavier got bored scrolling through his phone in his room, so he decided to go to his shed where he usually paints and keeps his artworks. Up until now, he still couldn't believe Y/n went with that asshole. But why is he so infuriated? Why is he so bothered by the fact that she's going out with someone who's not him?

Passing by the quad, he suddenly stopped his tracks when he saw a familiar pestilent face. It was that ass Mason, making out with another girl that's definitely not Y/n. Xavier couldn't help it, the immediately bubbling anger drove him to lunge at Mason and hit his face multiple times.

Everyone present at the quad gasped in surprise, and Ajax along with some other gorgons hauled Xavier away from the badly bruised Mason.

"What the actual fuck, Thorpe?!" Mason yelled, wiping the blood from his bottom lip.

"Why the fuck are you eating another girl's face here when you should be with Y/n right now?!" Xavier attempted to lunge at him again.

"Chill out, man!" Ajax hissed, pulling Xavier's arms alongside his friends.

"Why do you care if I don't show up?" Mason asked, his tone cocky and challenging.

"Because Y/n doesn't deserve to be stood up by a worthless asshole like you!"

Mason laughed. "Why don't you just admit it, Thorpe? You're head over heels for her, but she can't even look at you that way."

"Say another word and I swear I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

"Oh yeah? She's just a weirdo, Thorpe, just like her twin. They're both freaks, even in this school for outcasts—" Mason's insults were interrupted by a bunch of squawking sounds.

Everyone looked as the painting of ravens from a wall in a hallway near the quad, peeled off and transformed into actual ravens. They immediately flew and swarmed Mason, nipping and clawing at him. Meanwhile, Xavier just stood nearby, his arms now completely free from Ajax.

"Xavier stop!" Ajax yelled, gripping Xavier's raised hand.

"Now what would my sister say?" With that familiar emotionless voice, Xavier snapped out of his raging thoughts and turned to see Wednesday standing with a look of faint amusement in her eyes. The ravens finally stopped tormenting Mason and went back to the wall, becoming only paintings again.

"Wednesday," Xavier said in shock whilst Mason kept groaning on the ground. Ajax and the others pulled him up, carrying him to the infirmary (probably).

"I must say, Thorpe, you got here first to punish that pompous pest before I could even finish digging a hole." Wednesday simply stated before turning her heels and walking away, leaving Xavier breathing heavily in shock for what he just did.

You found yourself in Xavier's shed, calmly scrolling through his artworks. When you accidentally spotted a sketch of your face, you resorted to look for other drawings of yourself. Surprisingly, you found a lot.

The door suddenly slammed open and it took three seconds before someone asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Just sulking in self-pity and plotting my next move," You stood up from sitting on a stool and walked towards him. You spotted a little scratch on his cheek and raised an eyebrow, finally observing his frantic state. "What happened? You look like you've seen death flash before your eyes."

Xavier sighed in frustration. "Nothing! Just get out of my shed."

You crossed your arms and watched him take out a clean canvas. "Not until you tell me."

Xavier looked up in exasperation. "Fine, I got into a fight."

"With whom?"

It was silent for a moment before he spoke again. "Mason,"

"Why?" You asked, though you have already have your suspicions.

"Because," Xavier turned to face you with a face of anger. "He stood you up for some random girl!"

"And why does that concern you?" he couldn't believe what you're saying.

"Seriously? I was out there defending you—"

You cut him off. "I didn't ask for your help."

"You don't have to! That's what friends do, Y/n! But I suppose you never saw me as that, did you? You're always so persistent to be alone, you couldn't care less for people who actually wants you to be their friend."

You were silent for a bit before nodding and approaching a table full of his art materials. "You're right. And no, I never really saw you as a friend, Xavier."

You heard him scoff, then exhale as if he's so done. Done with you and everything about you.

"I could not. . . not when I want more than that petty title in your life." Xavier's head snapped up as he heard those words come out of your mouth.

"What. . ." Xavier ran a hand across his face in frustration and confusion. "Stop speaking in riddles, Y/n. What do you mean by that?"

You chuckled coldly. "After all these years, you still haven't figured it out. Back since we were ten years old in your godmother's funeral."

Xavier's chest started beating faster, his breath hitching at the suspense. It couldn't be.

"My whole life I've been the Ghost of the Addams Family, though not as literal as I would've preferred. I'm always so. . . not seen. My sister is exceptional at everything, my mother just as same, and I'm–" You sighed.

"I care too much than I should, care too much than I show. Xavier, I have a. . . certain fondness for you." It was the first time Xavier saw your pale (s/c) face blushing. He swore his heart would just rip itself from his chest by the way its beating erratically.

"So no, Xavier Thorpe, I don't exactly see you as a friend. "

Xavier heaved. "Shit, are you serious?"

You felt a lump in your throat. Maybe this was a bad idea. "If it makes you feel better, rejecting me—"

You were completely taken by surprise when you felt his slender hands cup your cheeks and his tender lips on yours. "—is not gonna happen," He murmured against your mouth, his warm breath mixing with yours.

"Ew, what are you doing?" You asked with curiosity in your eyes, pulling slightly away.

Xavier laughed, his eyes sparkling. "I'm kissing you. Haven't you kissed anyone before?"

"What do you think?" You raised your brow.

Xavier grinned widely. "Then I'm happy to be your first."

You tilted your chin up, eyes still cold and proud. "Do it again."

Xavier just shook his head with a chuckle and pecked your maroon lips multiple times.

"By the way," You said, pulling away. "I've seen your paintings of me, never really wanted to pry into your things but curiosity got the best of me."

Xavier turned red, coughing awkwardly. "Oh, um, yeah. . . I like you, Y/n. Way too much that I couldn't get you out of my head so. . . you became my muse."

"Hmm, creepy," You said nonchalantly. "I like that."

"Look, I can stop if you wa—" Xavier's words were cut short by your lips.

"If I find out you're playing with me, Thorpe," You said, breathing heavily with a threat laced on your voice. "I will personally make sure you die an agonizing death."

Xavier grinned and bit your bottom lip. "Wouldn't even dream of it, Addams."

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday addams #wednesday #wednesday netflix

[mortemtheraven]

Artemis Fowl x Reader

References: Artemis Fowl Series by Eion Colfer

Tw: Angst

Artemis Fowl is a stoic, highly intelligent, criminal mastermind who's only a teenager. But you, (Y/n) (L/n) managed to break through his icy barrier and found his weak spot which made him vulnerable to you. Artemis Fowl may control or dare I say—manipulate everything around him, but you have that genius wrapped around your little finger.

"Please, Arty? Can we just cuddle for today?" You pouted, wrapping your arms from behind him as he sits on his study table while typing quickly on his computer.

"No, (Y/n). And don't call me Arty." He's relentless.

"Art," he tensed at your special nickname for him. He remembered the day you gave that to him; Art, short for Artemis. Because everything is art and so are you. "Please?"

Artemis composed himself. "No." He felt your arms unwrapping themselves from his shoulders and strangely felt anxious.

"Fine," Artemis flinched at the coldness of your voice. It's so not like you.

He heard his bedroom door closed, leaving the room silent. Artemis sighed and stood up, turning off his computer. Why does he feel guilty? Somehow, he's convinced you've done something supernatural to make him feel this way around you. But he knows it's just you, the whole you that gives him a hard impact.

Artemis left his room and walked downstairs, finding you sitting in their massive living room. You're facing the fireplace, huddled by yourself on their leather couch. Wrapped around you is a blanket where Artemis should be, his arms making you warm instead of an old fabric.

"(Y/n)," Artemis called, and he heard you sniff as your body tensed. Oh shoot, we're you crying? His heart clenched at the thought. "Love, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, go back to whatever you were doing. I'm fine." he heard your voice break at the last word and winced. He really did screw up.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong." Artemis insisted as he sat beside you and pulled you against him.

"Not that you care anyway." You wiped your tears hastily.

"Please, enlighten me." he said and you sighed.

"It's just—these past few months, you barely acknowledge my presence. I did everything to save this relationship, because I could feel us drifting away from each other. You've been very secretive, always busy on things that you don't wanna share with me—it's like all those memories of us together...gone. Like you never even cared, as if I was never in your list of importance. Am I?" You cried, facing Artemis with glistening tears in your eyes. Your confession made Artemis feel horrible. He never actually thought that he'd make you feel this way. His precious (Y/n), not important? He can't even imagine what he would do if you were gone. All hell would break loose.

"No, no. Of course not. You're the most important part of me, (Y/n). You're my life, you know how to put up with me despite knowing my true colors. Please don't feel that way, love." Artemis said and hugged you closer, wrapping his arms tightly as if he couldn't lose you, because he couldn't.

"I apologize if I hurt you, it was unintentional. There's just some things that I couldn't share with you for your own safety, please understand." Artemis couldn't just involve you in his war against the People. They already threatened to take you away from him once.

"I'm sorry for being melodramatic." You mumbled against his chest as he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

"Don't be, love. I'm the one who should be apologizing here. Our relationship isn't supposed to be something that has to end. I'm not gonna lose you, you're practically irreplaceable. Tell you what, how about I set aside my errands and spend the rest of the day with you?" he suggested. You looked up at him with a bright smile that immediately made his day.

"You'd do that?" Artemis kissed your forehead once more.

"Yes, and tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that..." Artemis whispered, kissing down your cheeks until he reached your pump lips. Oh how he missed the feeling of your sweet lips against his. He just realized how long he's been missing out and he swore to himself that it would never happen again.

#artemis fowl #eion colfer #artemis fowl x reader

[mortemtheraven]

Keefe Sencen x Reader

References: Keeper of the Lost Cities by Shannon Messenger

Summary: When all bottled emotions finally broke free, can Keefe prove himself an empath good enough to recognize your feelings for him?

Warning(s): Some kissing, insecurity, slight angst.(She/her) for the reader.

(A/n: You're bound to have blue eyes in this imagine since all elves have blue eyes, except for Sophie.)

"We've been friends for like years now, and you didn't even tell me that you're close with this (Y/n)?" Sophie asked Fitz in disbelief after she licked the strip of her locker to open it with her DNA.

"I don't like to brag—"

"So she's something to brag about?" Sophie interrupted the young Vacker.

"I know you've heard of (Y/n), she's practically the star of Foxfire. But she's a year younger than Keefe and I, and a year older than you and Biana. She's bound to have different schedules and classes than us, plus she doesn't exactly strut around and mingle with others." Fitz explained, leaning against a locker near Sophie's. His dark hair glinted from the hall's reflective light and his pair of teal eyes are just as bright.

"How did you guys meet, and what is she like?"

"We basically grew up together, the four of us—me, Keefe, Biana and (Y/n). Biana basically treats her like an older sister, she often wished (Y/n)'s her sibling than me when I infuriate her. (Y/n)'s family is one of the nobles, from the Elite levels. Her parents are both Emissaries, they're friends of my Dad and Mom as well so as their children we're bound to be friends." Fitz explained, and Sophie nodded along.

"Plus!" Sophie and Fitz both shrieked when Biana appeared out of nowhere. They keep forgetting she's a Vanisher; someone who can blink out of light and make herself invisible. "She's pretty cool. Besides you, Sophie and a few elves, she has more than one gift."

"Really?" Sophie asked curiously.

"Uh-huh, everyone thinks she's the next Orem Vacker." Orem Vacker is a relative of Fitz and Biana, a very powerful Flasher.

"She can manipulate light?"

"Yep," Fitz said, popping the 'p'. "And she just recently found out that she's also a Mesmer. Her mentor is Grady himself, being as he's the only Mesmer besides (Y/n)."

"It's super cool when she do it. She's already superb as a Flasher, all she has to enhance now is mesmerizing." Biana told her.

"Why didn't we ever meet? Doesn't she go to Everglen?" Sophie asked, pertaining the Vacker's home address.

"Of course she does, silly. She just  doesn't visit whenever you do, coincidentally." Biana giggled, vanishing into thin air.

"I hate it when she does that." Fitz says, only for his head to duck on its own. Sophie realized that Biana just hit the back of his head.

"Ow! You can't just do that!"

"I just did, and I am not hesitating to do it again." The invisible girl threatened.

"What about lunch?" Sophie asked. "Doesn't she eat at the cafeteria?"

"Nah, she eats in the library. It's basically her home when she's here at Foxfire." Fitz answered.

So mysterious, Sophie thought. And Keefe thinks she's the Queen of Mysteriousness.

~*~

Later that day, Sophie decided to go to Everglen when school was done. When Fitz opened the gate for her, he was smiling widely.

"What's up?" Sophie asked.

"It's your lucky day. (Y/n) decided to visit today, which means you get to meet her." he said and dragged her to their backyard.

Sophie heard giggles from Biana, and when they finally reached the clearing, she saw a girl as pretty—if not more—as Biana. That must be (Y/n) (L/n).

Her silky (h/c) hair was braided and tied like a crown around her head, a golden comb pinned her hair in place. She has pretty features and a pair of beautiful royal blue eyes. She also wear a tunic the same shade as her eyes, with golden swirling patterns. On her chest is a family pin, a golden key with wings—probably the symbol of (L/n) family.

Biana giggled again and Sophie realized why. (Y/n) is playing with her power, controlling balls of light on the air and lighting them up in different colors. Keefe is watching by a tree, leaning against the trunk and watching (Y/n) instead of the light. Sophie bit back a grin.

(Y/n) looks so powerful and regal, Sophie felt a little insecure. Here's another girl who looks like a princess she's about to meet. Sophie's hands turned even more clammy when (Y/n) tore her eyes away from her light and landed on Sophie and Fitz.

"You must be the one and only Sophie Foster. I've heard a lot from Keefe and anyone else." (Y/n) greeted them as they neared her. She swiped her hand on the air indifferently and the balls of light disappeared.

"Hopefully all good things." Sophie said as she glared at Keefe who shrugged at her, grinning.

"Just that you got kidnapped by rebels in second year, bottled a destructive star, almost wage a war against Ogres—the list goes on," she stood in front of Sophie and she realized how tall (Y/n) is up close. "I'm (Y/n), pleasure to finally meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine." Sophie shook hands with her and sniffed a hint of lavender and sunflowers from (Y/n). How can a girl smell so good? What shampoo does she use, because Sophie sincerely wanna know.

"Great," exclaimed Biana and hooked her arms around one of theirs. "Now that all girls are present, let's have a girl day. Shall we?"

"Ugh, what is up with girls and make-overs?" Keefe groaned, hitting the back of his head against the tree.

"Girls also know how to be fun, you know? Just in our own way. You and Fitz could do your own guy-talk or whatever." (Y/n) said and walked with Biana and Sophie into the house.

"So, what are we doing?" Sophie asked once they stepped into Biana's room. The smell of different fragrances immediately greeted them, mostly girlish smell like flowers and perfumes. Tossed on some corners of the bedroom were different sparkly dresses and pretty tunics Biana own.

"How about getting to know each other?" (Y/n) suggested, walking over to Biana's shelves with books. Sophie saw how you clearly love books, seeing your eyes brighten at the sight of their lined-up spines.

"Nah, I already know the both of you." Biana waved her hand in the air.

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? I think I'm pretty hard to read."

"Please, we've been best friends since birth."

"Well, how about just me and Sophie? Then we'd get back at you after, we'll give you time to prepare your make-up station." You hooked your arm around Sophie's and dragged her from the room before Biana could argue.

"Hey—okay, fineee!"

As soon as you reached the gardens of Everglen, you guided Sophie to sit on a bench beside you. You sighed in relief and admired the flowers on their uniqueness.

"Don't you love it here? The Vackers do well in taking care of their household." You said, leaning against the back of the bench and looked around.

"Yeah, Della is a perfectionist when it comes to beauty on everything." Sophie agreed.

"I guess we shouldn't be surprised Biana grew up that way, eh?" They shared a chuckle.

"So, you and Fitz." You said, smiling at her subtly.

Sophie blushed. "What about him?"

"Oh come on, girls are supposed to be resilient. You can't possibly be oblivious by the way he looks at you. I should know because I grew up with him, I can read Fitz like an open book, better than his telepathic ability."

Somehow, Sophie couldn't help but feel nervous. What if you actually like Fitz? There's no way she could compete with someone as perfect as you.

"I don't think...I think he's just friendly." Sophie stuttered.

"Nah, he's totally crazy about you." Sophie blushed and bowed her head.

"Do you...do you like him?"

Sophie stared at you in confusion when you erupted in laughter. You clutched your stomach in a fit of giggles until it subsided.

"Me? Fitz? Not gonna happen. He's like my brother." Sophie could actually breathe in relief at your words. She felt embarrassed for asking such question.

"Oh, sorry. I just thought—"

"I like someone else,"

"What?"

"Incase you're worried. I like someone else—well, like could be a weak term. It's more than like, I just don't know if I'm ready to call it love." Your shoulders shrugged, lips pouting as you stared around you.

"Who?" Sophie asked curiously. She feels unusually giddy, like excited to share a secret with a fellow girl.

"Promise not to tell anyone?" You asked, chewing your lips in anxiety.

"I promise."

"It's...K-Keefe." You confessed, blushing madly.

"What?!"

"Shush!"

"Oh, sorry. It's just...why?" Sophie asked, genuinely confused.

"Why not? He's funny, kind, and most of all...free. Whenever I'm with him, he makes me feel less tensed. Whenever I'm with him... I'm happy." You sighed.

"Okay, I totally get it. But Keefe's a bit...I dunno, troublesome?"

You laughed. "Oh, I'm perfectly aware. Sometimes he pranks me or pulls me into his troubles, he says I'm too uptight..." Your smile suddenly became a sad one. "Which is why he couldn't possibly feel the same. He needs someone who's like him, fun and all. Not someone who reminds him of his awful father who's always forcing him to be the perfect son."

"(Y/n)...you're perfect for him. You could keep him well-grounded, keep him out of troubles. I'm sure he feels the same way." You cringed involuntarily. Sophie is actually...the very definition of oblivious.

"I'm not sure about that."

"Well—"

"Girls!" Biana suddenly appeared out of thin air with a wide grin on her face. "Keefe and Fitz wanted to play base quest, let's go!"

You sighed. "Alright, sure."

"Okay," Sophie shrugged, still a little confused at her talk with you.

It was girls versus boys, you volunteered to play referee so no one would cheat and stood in the middle between two bases. You watched the whole game with a smile, until you saw Keefe tackle Sophie to the ground. Sophie complained, but has a smile on her face while Keefe laughed. You felt your heart twist in a painful way.

"It hurts." You whispered to Biana when she stood in concern beside you. She didn't say anything, instead she just took your hand and gave it a squeeze.

Keefe suddenly turned his head to look at you and frowned. You flashed a subtle smile at him, announcing they won this time.

~*~

"Come on, Ms. (L/n)!" Orem Vacker yelled as you to give your best to create the biggest ball of light you've ever made yet. Your chest heaved up and down as the cluster of energy expanded while you stretched your arms further.

Anger, jealousy and bitterness fueled you to create a giant spectral on the sky. Students from other levels came out of their classrooms to watch your display. You stood in the middle of the field in Foxfire, so you'd be in everyone's view.

"Okay, that's enough." Your mentor said, only to panic when you didn't listen. Your eyes began to burn for watching your light too long, but this is the only way to let go of your emotions you've bottled up for so long.

Earlier that day, you recalled what Stina had said to you when you were leaving the main building.

"You've been grumpy since morning, (L/n)."

"I don't have time for your nasty words, Stina."

"Oh, I know why you're so cranky!" she grinned deviously. "Maybe it's the way Keefe's looking at her...at Sophie."

~*~

Keefe and Fitz passed the hallway together to their next class, when suddenly, they heard whispers from students who ran past them.

"...you heard?"

"Yeah, (Y/n)'s out of control!"

"Let's go see it!"

Keefe and Fitz exchanged a worried look with each other before following where the other students are heading. They reached the field and saw you standing under a giant ball of light. It's as big as half of the pyramid!

Keefe could see Orem Vacker yelling you to stop and attempting to close up, but your light was too powerful. It's getting hotter by the minute, ready to reach its boiling point.

Keefe stared at you in concern, watching helplessly as you turn paler each second. He walked up to you, but the light burned his eyes so he stumbled back. He's worried you might fade away, the same way elves get when they lightleap without much concentration.

The ball of light began to dim, fading away and getting smaller until it flickered off. It was the same time as your knees buckled and you flashed a sad glance at Keefe before falling on the ground.

"(Y/n)!" Keefe reached you first, cradling you in his arms.

"Take her to Elwin! Hurry up!" Orem Vacker instructed, and Keefe immediately carried you up.

The three of them, including Fitz, ran to the healing center in a hurry. You felt really light and limp to Keefe, his heart began to thump nervously. He couldn't lose you.

"Professor, what happened?" Keefe heard Fitz ask to Orem Vacker. They're still in formalities even if he's Fitz great, something, grandfather.

"She lost control, that's what. I don't exactly know why she didn't listen, she just continued to enlarge the spectral. It takes up too much energy to conjure a light as powerful as that. Even when I was her age, I wasn't able to accomplish such feat." Keefe tightened his hold on you.

"Oh he—what happened?!" Elwin asked as they interrupted his lunch.

"(Y/n)!" Keefe gasped as he settled you down on a bunk, as if it's enough explanation to Elwin.

~*~

Keefe and Fitz waited anxiously outside the clinic as Elwin and Orem worked to heal you inside. After a while, Fitz left to tell Biana and Sophie the news. Keefe didn't, thinking what he would do if he'd lose you. The thought makes him shake his head. No matter what happens, he won't give up on you.

"Keefe? What are you still doing here?" Orem Vacker asked as he spotted him on the floor beside the door.

"Professor, is she okay?" Keefe said instead.

"She will be. For now she needs tremendous rest to regain her energy, but Elwin's already sorting everything out. Excuse me, I must report to her parents." 

Orem Vacker left while Keefe entered the clinic, sitting beside your bunk and staring at your features. The natural color of your face is slowly returning, your breathing now normal and face peacefully asleep.

"You think you can watch her for a minute? You guys never let me have my lunch." Elwin asked and Keefe silently nodded. It was silent after the healer left.

"Mmm..." Keefe immediately straightened as you groaned and your eyes fluttered open.

"(Y/n)? Are you feeling better?"

"Keefe? What are you doing here?" You mumbled, slowly hoisting yourself up to sit with your back against the headboard. Keefe helped you and you blushed.

"I was worried. What is up with you?" You bowed your head and fiddled with your fingers.

"I-I was...angry. I just lost it." You said silently.

"Why? What happened?"

"Nothing..." You mumbled.

"(Y/n), please—" Keefe gripped your hand and your heart thumped faster. He immediately let go when a strong emotion surged through him from you. "No."

A sobbed escaped your lips and your body began to tremble. Tears sprung from your eyes and you hid your face from him using your hair as a curtain. Keefe sat frozen, disbelieving for what he just felt from touching you.

"(Y/n)..."

"Yeah," You sniffed and wiped your tears away. "I feel that way for you, Keefe. Now you know."

"Why did you overuse your power? I don't understand."

"Because I frickin' love you, Keefe!" Keefe could feel his heart racing. You finally faced him with anger and sadness in your eyes. "I see the way you look at her, at Sophie. And I...I couldn't handle it. I bottled too much emotions and I had to let them go."

"...since when?" Keefe asked quietly.

"Since forever." Keefe couldn't hold it back anymore, he sprang from his seat and cradled your face, landing his lips on yours.

You gasped against his mouth, heart beating fast against your ribcage, too much that it hurts. And all that you feel at the moment, surged through Keefe, he felt everything you felt. And he had never felt a strong emotion as this his whole life as an empath.

You finally closed your eyes and moved your lips against his, and Keefe could feel his own heart thumping with immense speed. He hovered slightly above you as you pulled him closer by the neck. Your hand reached his locks and ran your fingers through them like you've wished to do for a long time. His breath hitched, sending a gust of warm air against your mouth.

Keefe travelled his hands from your jaw, to your back and waist. He traced his tongue through the seam of your lips and your mind clouded in all of your love for him. You pulled him impossibly closer, feeling his quick heartbeats against your own as you opened your mouth to him.

"I...love you." Your heart fluttered as he mumbled the words against your lips. "I love you since forever, (Y/n) (L/n)."

"Really?" You muttered in disbelief, eyes full of hope as your stared at his bright blue ones.

Keefe chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours. "Have I not proven you just now?"

"What about...Sophie?" Keefe frowned, hearing the heartbreak in your voice.

"I don't think I would ever feel anything to another elf, as I feel for you." Keefe softly said, eyes full of sincerity and honesty.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked gently.

"I'm sorry," he apologized and stared at his hands which held yours. "You're too perfect for me, (Y/n). I didn't think I deserved you."

"Keefe..." You cradled his jaw and he leaned against your touch. "You're all I've ever wanted. But I didn't think you felt the same as well. I saw the way you looked at Sophie, and I thought..."

Keefe chuckled. "I guess we've both been blind by our own feelings. But I'm serious, (Y/n). I would like to ask you...to be mine."

"And I would want to be yours." You smiled and closed your eyes as he leaned in.

The impact of his lips on yours always leaves your mind blank. When you're in his arms, you felt like everything's in place...like all the stars are lined. Keefe Sencen is the only one that could touch your soul.

"Oh my gosh!"

"Biana!"

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #Keefe Sencen #Sophie Foster #Fitz Vacker #Biana Vacker #Keefe x Reader #Shannon Messenger

[mortemtheraven]

Can I Have This Dance?

Pairing: Will Herondale x Reader

Warning(s): Slight angst

You watched as Tessa and Jem danced gracefully at the center of the ballroom. Those who refused from dancing watched in awe of the lovely newly engaged couple. You're happy for them, but you are also worried for William.

You liked Will since childhood, though love may be a precise definition of what you feel for the gentleman. Unfortunately, the moment Tessa Gray walked into your lives, both Will and Jem were so smitten with her. How can they not? She's a lady of intellect, she's incredibly beautiful and well-mannered as well. Meanwhile, you can always be found in the darkest corner of every room, a Shadowhunter who prefers solitude more than anything.

"They are quite sickeningly sweet, are they not?" Jessamine said, walking up to stand beside you. She looks as pristine as ever, wearing an impressive dress, and her perfect golden ringlets falling over her bare shoulders.

"They are indeed lovely," You murmured, crossing your arms as if they might protect you from the suffocating ballroom. Why did Charlotte have to force you into attending? Must all Shadowhunters be present to a ball if it was held in their Institute? You would've preferred being in your bedroom or in the library as of the moment.

"And what of Will?" Jessamine asked and you turned to face her, seeing her subtle grin.

"What about him?" You asked, staring at the man mentioned across the room.

Will looks dashing in his suit, his hair as ruffled as ever and a tight-lipped smile graced his lips. Poor Will, he must've been hurting right now as he watches his Parabatai dancing with the girl he adores.

"You love him do you not?"

You blushed at Jessamine's bold words, "I am clueless of what you speak, Jessamine."

Jessamine laughed, "Oh, I think you are not. I do remember how we talked as children, you know? You speak of Will with dreamy eyes and endearing compliments."

"‘Twas when we were children, as you said. We are with matured minds now, as well as having the responsibility of protecting mundanes from demons here in London Institute." You spoke, raising you chin stubbornly.

Jessamine giggled, "Well, either way, it does not stop Will from coming over here."

Your eyes widened as you hurriedly searched for Will's form. And Jessamine wasn't jesting, he is indeed coming your way.

You couldn't help but blush and turn your head elsewhere.

"Y/n, how are you doing this evening?" Will greeted as he stopped in front of you. Jessamine giggled before walking away.

You forced your eyes to meet his sharp blue ones, "I am quite well, Will. H-How are you?"

There was a moment of silence before he answered, "...Conflicted."

"Oh, I'm sorry." You said, eyes expressing worry for him.

Will chuckled. "What for?"

"For... I'm not sure. I assumed you would feel malcontented for the announcement."

Will's smile faded before he cleared his throat, "Can I have this dance?"

You watched as Will offered his hand to you. You hesitated, clenching your gloved hand before sliding it onto Will's. The touch felt intimate somehow, as if a secret was passed down between the both of you.

Will led you to the center of the room as a new song began. You swallowed down a gasp as Will's right hand slid down your back to your waist, while his left one intertwined with yours. You refrained your hand from shaking as you rest it on top of his shoulder.

"I'm not malcontented, Y/n." Will said with a reassuring smile as he took the first step. Soon enough, the both of you were gliding along the other pairings.

"I'm here, you know? As your friend, I have your back." You said, smiling gently at him while his grin faded.

"Friend?" he spoke, eyes boring into yours. They are quite penetrating, as if they could crumble the walls you built around yourself.

"I-Is something wrong?" You asked in worry, fearing you might've said something to offend him.

"Am I really just that, Y/n?" Will asked, barely a whisper as he pressed you closer to him. "A friend? To you?"

You could feel your heart racing against your ribcage at the close proximity. As if it wasn't enough, Will leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"Do you not feel this? This palpable connection between the both of us?" As he leaned away, his lips brushed against your earlobe and you shivered helplessly at the contact.

"Connection? What ever is there?" You could feel your patience wavering. How could he speak of something so deep when he remains unaware of your feelings for him?

"Don't tell me I'm the only one feeling this," he brought your right hand to his chest while his puffs of breaths fanned your face as he leaned down, "Don't tell me I'm the only one going mad here."

"You know nothing of what I feel, Will," You said shakily as his heart throbbed quickly under your hand. "You would never know."

With that, you pushed him away gently before bowing politely and turning around. You could not waste another time with him as your eyes are quickly filled with tears. Why is he playing with your feelings? Does he think it's all good fun?

You pulled up your skirt as you sprinted from the ballroom, running through the institute's corridors and barging into the library. Your chest heaved as you released a sob and paced near the bookshelves. The dim light is just perfect for your tormented heart, perfect to hide away your tears.

"Y/n!" Apparently, Will followed you. He saw you crying and immediately quieted, closing the door behind him. "Y/n?"

"Please leave me be, Will." You said over your tears, turning around from him to hide your stained face.

"Y/n..."

"Go! You cannot toy with my feelings anymore! You couldn't possibly—"

"Who said I was toying with your feelings?" You turned around at his words, glaring at him despite your stinging eyes.

"No one did, but it is quite obvious, is it not? Whatever happened back there in the ballroom–that was out of line! How dare you speak lies to me—"

"I wasn't lying, Y/n!" In a mere second, Will was in front of you with his hands holding yours. "I am deeply, madly, truly in love—"

"No! You are not!" You shook your head vigorously, trying to pull your hands away helplessly. "You are mad for Tessa! You are so smitten with her, she who's perfect and everything you would want for a hand in marriage!"

"Y/n, will you listen to me for once?!" Your chest heaved as you quieted from Will's tone. How dare he yell at you? "I do not love Tessa! What made you think that? Ever since we were children, I have always had my eyes on you. I may have considered to pursue Tessa because I have always thought that you wouldn't want a man like me...broken and cursed that I could not love anyone. But ever since I found out I've no such curse, I realized I couldn't bottle my feelings for you anymore."

"Will—"

"You are not the last dream of my soul. You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth." Will pressed your hand again to feel the rhythm of his heart, and with every word he spoke, his heart would race as his eyes would only stare into yours.

"But I thought—" Derived of the chance to speak, Will pressed his lips upon yours which silenced you immediately.

#Cassandra Clare #The Infernal Devices #Will Herondale x Reader #Shadowhunters #Fanfiction