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friends? p.2

Cairo Sweet x Fem Reader

Summary: A rivalry between you and Cairo has been going on for several months…what does it take for her to finally break?

Warnings: there r literally none they bicker like an old couple and cairos mean

Word Count: 2k+

A/n: helloooo i’m not sure abt this chapter but lmk what u thought, i cranked this out in its entirety last night, enjoy!

part 1

Friendship was not Cairo Sweet's strong suit. Ask her about Dickinson or Austen or Shakespeare—these were all things she could answer. But the ultimate question of friendship was not something hot on Cairo's mind.

She didn't need it, that was her take. And why would she waste time on something she didn't need?

Friends, much less a partner, was something she never saw for herself. The thought of being a housewife, living in a picture-perfect picket fence house, appalled her. The only things that mattered were her, her writing, and Yale.

So when a certain girl had entered her life, she hated it.

You.

You with your stupid face, and pretty hair, she hated you. A burning passion so intense it heated up her heart and made it race. So intense that she wanted to punch you in the face whenever you passed, only to bandage it up with feather light touches so she could punch you again harder.

At first it was nothing; she didn't have a thing to worry about. A blushing face while you stammered and fumbled around trying to give Mr. Miller an answer, she disregarded you as someone she could respect immediately.

But obviously she had caught you on a bad day, because after those first few weeks, you managed to present yourself in a less idiotic way.

You were, surprisingly smart.

Almost too smart, she pondered. It was getting in the way of her own studies. How could it be, that someone was on bar (never better) than her?

Often she found herself seething at you, arguing at every chance she had with your answers; but, you had given her the same treatment as well.

It wasn't strange for your classes to end in heated debate, both sides failing to yield. It bothered her greatly. She went back home and read more than she'd ever read before, studied just a few minutes longer because she could feel you taunting her.

"Sweet." You nodded, as she pushed open the doors to Millers class. You'd made it a habit to arrive early, leaving only you and her for a good thirty minutes before everyone else arrived.

It was infuriating. To have you so close, open, ready to harm, yet she could do nothing. She'd been having a particularly grueling week. Her parents had just come back from Brazil; and, always seemed to be ready to go at her throat. Gone were her lonely but comforting nights on her bed, candle-lit. Now it was just fights and condescending jabs.

"What did you get on the paper?" Your voice piped up, breaking her from her train of thought. You were referring to the paper Mr.Miller had given back last week, one that counted for forty percent of the grade.

She felt a swell of pride. Scores were something she could argue about. This would take off the stress she'd been building.

"99." She smirked, cocking her head to the side.

You whistled approval, nodding adamantly. Even though there was nothing to suggest so, she could swear she felt condescension in your tone.

She was good at picking out stuff like that. The roll of someone's tongue, the way they smack their lips—it all meant something to her.

She pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes. "What did you get?" She asked, brows furrowed.

You didn't say anything, simply holding up a finger and mouthing 'one hundo' and watched as disbelief took over her features.

"You're fucking lying." She seethed. Her good mood had suddenly disappeared just as fast as it had appeared.

You spun around in your seat, stupid smile on your face. God, she wanted to jump at you and claw it off.

"Hey, hey, it's okay to be mad. You can't be the best at everything." You told her, hands behind your head.She gripped the desk harder, knuckles turning a faint white.

She stood up, walking over to your desk."You little shi-"

"Good morning, the both of you!" Mr.Miller interrupted, cheery smile. His enthusiasm radiated off his body like rays radiated from the sun. He stopped short when he saw Cairo stalking close to you, a clear pout on her face.

"What are you doing?" He asked, question directed towards her, voice sickly sweet. He had grown fond of Cairo since the beginning of the term; she was his favorite student.

"I'd like her to be removed from the class. Can't you do that Mr.Miller?" She avoided his question, tilting her face at an angle where her chocolate colored eyes shone bright.

His white brows furrowed, not quite comprehending. "You mean," He started, "right now...?"

Bless him, he had no clue how manipulative Cairo was.

She doesn't let up, doesn't let her disappointment show. You notice it in the slight clench of her jaw--she's annoyed.

"I meant for the rest of the term, I can't stand being in the same class as her." She emphasized her words with a glare in your direction. You send her a sweet smile back.

"Please, flattery will get you nowhere." You winked, smile turning into a real one when you see her get visibly agitated.

"Please, girls. Let's be civil here all right?" Mr.Miller pipes up, trying to stand in between Cairo and you. It does nothing to lessen the tension in the air.

He turns slightly to Cairo, voice firm. "And no...I won't kick Y/N out."

The childish part of you desperately wants to fist pump the air; but, the more serious side of you decides maybe you shouldn't do that in the company of your arch nemesis.

Class turns weird fast. Cairo—normally quick and adamant—stays quiet, seemingly distracted by the simplest of things: a bird singing softly from a window, the great big forests where her house stood, the sound of your feet continuing to scrape against the carpet.

It irks you a little. It has you not listening in class, wanting to focus on the girl in front of you.

You almost don't hear it when Miller announces that you'll be working in pairs for the midterm project, preoccupied with her bobbling head, moving as if she were listening to some imaginary music.

"You will not be able to pick your own partner, that's already been done for...by me." He adds, after hearing the onslaught of voices from the students. It's clear he's not changing his mind.

"Alright. When I call your names, go sit with your pair and discuss how you'll do the assignment. Olivia, Taylor." He calls out the first pair, going down (what seems like) an endless list of names, never quite getting to yours.

You watch as countless people move around, silently looking out for who hasn't been called yet. You needed to get a good grade on this, and a lazy partner was going to be a nightmare.

You strain your ears to hear Mr.Miller over the commotion of students moving, but when you turn to squint at him you're surprised to see he's already looking at you.

A sinking feeling eats your entire being whole as you watch his mouth move. He points his finger at you, then someone in front of you.

Cairo Sweet.

Fuck.

Even though you loved to tease her, you did not need to have Cairo Sweet as your partner. She was likely to ruin you before you even got to starting the thing.

You don't make the first move to get up, instead you sit dumbly in your chair, bracing yourself.

Your peace is disrupted by a huff from above you. There she is.

"Move over. I need a seat." She says, something in her voice making you oblige. She pulls over an extra chair and sits by the other end of the table.

"You can come closer ya know." You say, unsure of how friendly to be. You'd only ever really spoke with her from a distance, a comfortable distance. Now that she's up in your personal space you feel ike you're going to suffocate.

She ignores you, pursing her lips as she listens to Miller explain the project.

You inch your chair closer, prepared to make a sly jab at the way she's being a teachers pet, but her stare—which has now been redirected on you—stops you in your tracks. She looks scary.

Lips downturned, nostrils flaring, you're a bit taken aback.

"Okay jeez. You don't have to be such an ass about it." You mumble, distancing yourself a great deal further than you already were. The mood, if it weren't enough already, turns more sour.

She ignores your suggestions and remarks on how to do the project, scribbling something down on to her notepad every now and then.

"Earth to you, Sweet. Are you listening to me?" You press, starting to feel those tendrils of annoyance grabbing you. It was one thing to be an ass, but to put her own feelings above doing good work was low, even for her.

Especially for her, you think.

"Do you ever shut up?" She growls, biting her cheeks so hard you could see the indent it was making on the outside.

"Okayyy...someone's obviously going through something, but can we just-" You gesture to the sheet of paper on the table, you haven't even been allowed to look at what she's written yet.

"I am NOT going through something." She says again, voice cracking. The sound brings forth a peculiar reaction in you, your mouth hanging open. Her eyes look...watery.

Before you can utter a word she's getting up and storming out the classroom, making heads turn left and right at the loud noise.

"Um...I'll be right back too." You say, sending Mr.Miller a cheeky smile and a wink, hoping that'll lessen his curiousity enough to not come out after the two of you.

You push open the doors, call Cairos' name a couple times.

You eventually find her outside, back pressed against the brick wall. She's lighting up a cigarette.

Her body language looks more calm now, but you're not sure what to do. You shuffle on your feet, twiddling your thumbs.

"Sorry I did that." She speaks, not turning to look at you. It startles you a bit, you hadn't realized she saw you.

"Cairo Sweet saying sorry? I must be dreaming." You try, although you're not smiling and she doesn't laugh. Humor seems to be sucked away in this little bubble belonging to only the two of you.

You move a little closer, then even closer when Cairo doesn't object. Even though you did hate her to the bone, you wanted to make sure she was okay.

"Are you...alright?" You ask softly, watching her face for an answer. She seems to be deep in thought.

She takes a swing from her cigarette and blows. "I don't like you." Is what she says.

The ice breaks. You no longer feel like you're supposed to pity her. This was Cairo Sweet, her heart was made of coal.

"Yeah I think we established that. Anything else?" You sigh, leaning back so you're also pressed up against the wall.

She turns to you, and for the first time, she doesn't seem very mad.

"I don't like you." She says again, moving closer. It's in your natural instinct to step back, why was she being so weird? Was she going to hurt you?

She grips your shoulder lightly, enough for you to get the message to stay still.

"I don't like you." Cairo mutters for the third time, eyes piercing into yours. She seems to be speaking a little lower, a little raspier than normal. Cogs seem to be turning in her head, debating and debating and debating.

Debating on what you can't be certain.

"I get it, you don't like me. So what?" You mummur, voice lower than normal. The proximity is making your mind feel a little clouded.

You try not to let your gaze drift down to her lips, but when there's nothing around to distract yourself with, they do.

Her freckles, the ones that litter her face. You get the disgusting urge to touch them.

"So...don't get the wrong idea." She says before taking your lips in a kiss.

It takes you a second to comprehend what's really happening. You stand frigid, mouth parting to gasp. You're gasp is swallowed by her own lips, soft and supple.

Once Cairo feels that you aren't responding, she pulls away, frightened look on her face. Pink lips downturned, her cheeks a rosy red. You don't have time to process what the right move is. For now, you don't need Cairo thinking you didn't like whatever that was.

You reach for her neck, pull her in for a second kiss. It's somehow better than the first. She responds quick, hands wandering to cup your face, then down to circle your waist, then up to tangle in your hair—like she's changing her own mind too quick.

You let her take the lead, pressing you into the wall with a strength you didn't know she possessed.

You're too lost in it all, the smell of her shampoo, the feeling of her teeth scraping your lips, biting down only the slightest, her fingers burning traces wherever they go.

"Sweet." You breathe, coming out more like a soft moan than you would've liked.

She breaks apart from you, a wild mess. You think she's never looked prettier, hair everywhere, lips torn from your heated kisses.

Her eyes are soft until they flash and something else takes over. It's as if your voice had brought her back to life.

"I don't like you." She snarls, and promptly turns on her heels, just a slight increase in speed than her normal strut.

You're left breathless, staring out into the green plains. Mind and heart racing, you're not sure which organ you should listen to.

The implication of what you did hits you like a freight train. You groan and press your hands to your head, willing and willing and willing for a solution to come out of it.

Not to anyones surprise, nothing comes. A magic fairy doesn't tell you what to do, and you're still standing behind school panting.

"Oh god."

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Luck Runs Out |Epilogue|

Pairing: Mabel x Reader

Summary: When your luck runs out you unknowingly drag Mabel back into the life, she's so desperate to escape.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4k+

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Mabel heard her name called, she stood up, silently hoping the sleeves to her gown were covering her shaking hands, she had them bunched into fists, but it wasn’t helping much. She made sure to walk up the stage quickly but no too quickly, she had been practicing more than she cared to admit. She smiled as the man shook her hand and handed her the diploma.

She had done it; she had officially graduated. It was only an associate degree from a community college, but she had gone back to school, and she had done the work. As she made her way off the stage she smiled when her eyes landed on you in the crowd, you were standing up, clapping your hands, probably making more noise than anyone else. You told her it didn’t matter what kind of degree she got or what kind of school she went to, she should be proud of everything she accomplished because you certainly were.

“You did it!” You shouted when Mabel came outside, already waiting for her. You didn’t wait for her to get to you before you ran up, lifting her in your arms and spinning her around.

Mabel giggled at being lifted in the air. When you finally sat her down, she took off her cap and lightly slapped you on the shoulder with it. “You’re ridiculous,” she said through her laughter. She glanced around, seeing other graduates hugging and smiling with their loved ones as well.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “You ready for your graduation party?”

She blushed ducking her head in your shoulder. “I told you I didn’t need anything like that.”

“And I told you,” you wrapped your arm around her, pulling her tighter against you. “It’s also a going away party.”

“I can’t believe we’re leaving tomorrow,” she mumbled as the two of you walked to her car.

You snatched her keys from her hands before she even got the chance to unlock the car. You untangled yourself from her so you could run to the car, opening the passenger door for her. “Your charity my lady,” you said with a bow.

“I hate you,” she said with affection.

“You love me.” You tilted your head, giving her that smirk you always gave her when you did something you knew would annoy her.

“Regretfully,” she mumbled, already leaning in to kiss you.

“Shut up,” you smiled before closing the distance.

She finally pulled away from the kiss to slip in the passenger seat. You peeked your head in to make sure her legs were in before shutting the door. She shook her head as she watched you run around the car to the driver's side. You quickly slipped in the driver's seat, started the car, then reached over taking her hand in your own. Whenever you were the one driving somewhere you always held Mabel’s hand, she learned that pretty quickly, no matter what, you always reached over to take her hand. You brought your intertwined hands to your lips, giving her fingers a soft kiss before backing out of the parking space.

“What if we just spent tonight at the apartment?” Mabel suggested, resting her head back against the headrest as she looked over at you.

You smiled at her question but never took your eyes off the road. “The guys are already waiting for us,” you reasoned.

“We could work on packing.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, she knew she wasn’t going to get out of this, but she was determined to try. “We’re already packed.” She let out a huff, crossing her arms before you let out an exaggerated sigh, she perked up, she didn’t want to get her hopes up but the idea that she might have gotten you to cave was too exciting. “How about we stay for a couple hours and if you still want to leave we can?”

Mabel nodded her head back and forth as if she was considering it. “Fine,” she grumbled.

A few minutes later you parked the car. Mabel looked out the window at the rundown bar, the same bar where she had met Charlie for the first time. She waited for you as you jumped out of the car and ran around to open her door again. You didn’t have to do it but for some reason it made you so happy and Mabel loved seeing that smile on your face. She rolled her eyes when you bowed once again, holding out your hand for her. She took your hand and allowed you to help her step out of the car and as usual you refused to let her hand go even if the two of you were just going to the door.

You pouted when she let go of your hand, but she wanted to take off her cap and gown. She tossed them in the backseat and was quick to grab your hand again, instantly making you brighten up. You led her to the door and allowed her to step in first. Mabel was greeted by cheers from the guys. It was just the two of you and the guys for the party, and were hardly the only ones in the bar but that didn’t matter, the guys had a couple tables in the corner saved which you were quick to drag her over to.

She continued to hold your hand under the table, playing with your fingers. Charlie slipped in the seat across from her, leaning over the table to whisper, “Congratulations.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” she said. Which was true, she had wanted to go back to school for some time but didn’t really consider it until she met Charlie. Charlie also took time to help her decide what to write her essay on and read it over before she submitted it.

Charlie scrunched up his face, waving her off. “Of course you could have.”

“A gift from the wife,” Costa said, setting down a large cake.

“Holy shit!” Mabel’s eyes widened, Anne-Marie went out of her way, the cake was amazing. It was pretty simple, but she had done it all by hand, she wrote Mabel’s name and congratulations across the top in gorgeous cursive and made a little cap and diploma out of icing in one corner.

“Drinks for everyone!” Nunes yelled as he and Tommy arrived with hands full of beer.

Everyone grabbed a beer while Charlie cut the cake and began passing out pieces. You let go of Mabel’s hand only to throw an arm around her waist, tugging her a bit closer to you. Mabel leaned into you, smiling as she laughed along with whatever crazy story Nunes was telling as she ate her delicious cake. If you couldn’t be holding her hand you found some other way of touching her or having your arms around her, she was never a physical touch kind of person but with you she didn’t mind, she actually missed your touch when you weren’t around.

She looked over at you while you were in a deep discussion with Costa, waving your fork around to help make your point. She was so lost in admiring you, she didn’t hear what you were saying but she was pretty sure it was about some movie or show, though you were being very serious about your discussion. You always got so serious when talking about something you were passionate about. There were times, like this moment, when she couldn’t believe that you were real, you were here, you were real, and she had been dating you for a whole year already.

So much happened over the year, after your first kiss, Mabel didn’t leave your side until the boat got back to port. At the docks they were greeted by the coastguard, she was terrified you were going to be arrested, the potential of all of you being arrested, including herself, didn’t cross her mind, she was only concerned about you. They didn’t arrest you though, the police were called in and you were brought down to the station for questioning. You somehow managed to sell the story that you weren’t on the boat with the rest of the crew when it exploded, you even admitted to your crew bringing in drugs. Mabel fully expected you to go away for life, to only have a future with you involving a glass window in between the two of you.

The drug operation your boss was running was so much bigger than she imagined, even though he was the boss here and you weren’t super involved in everything you were able to provide the authorities with enough information, location of the warehouse, how many workers there were, even some names, the type of drugs being brought in, and the amount and times you guys did runs. You provided them with everything they needed to bring down the biggest drug operation on the east coast. You were willing to pay for your wrongdoings, you had said you were hoping for a light sentence for your cooperation, but you were fully willing to accept jail time. Luckily for her and more importantly, for you, Charlie’s dad is an amazing lawyer and got you immunity.

Your ‘death’ was basically retracted and that was that. They managed to keep everything pretty hush hush so there wasn’t a target on your back. Besides your boss and crew, most people didn’t know who you were anyway, the one good thing your boss actually did was keep everything so secret. Everyone who could accurately identify you by photo, or name, and who knew exactly what you were involved with were all dead.

Mabel was by your side through it all and somehow you managed to take her on a real date. The two of you had been together since she kissed you, it was the longest relationship Mabel ever had and every day she fell in love with you even more. Sometimes you’d go out and have fun but then there were other times Mabel would have to stay in and study for a test or exams and you’d come over and silently sit next to her, reading or doing something else quietly. Mabel never knew how much she could enjoy just the presence of someone.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me with these knuckleheads,” Tommy said, bringing Mabel out of her thoughts.

You chuckled, taking a sip of your beer. “You did just fine before me,” you said.

Tommy scoffed, waving you off. “You choose,” he leaned across the table, pretending you were the only one that could hear him. “I’ll get rid of any of them.” He glanced to his side where Charlie sat. “Even him,” he nodded at his brother.

Charlie gasped, turning his full body to face his brother, his mouth wide open. Tommy ignored him, not even bothering to spare him a glance. Mabel felt your entire body shake with laughter. “Sorry,” you gave him a sympathetic shrug.

Tommy grumbled into his beer. “You’ll have a job when you return.”

“If they return,” Nunes said, slinging an arm around Tommy. Tommy gruffly shrugged off Nunes.

Mabel chuckled along with everyone else. Despite your differences and the amount of times you antagonized the crew of the Finestkind Tommy allowed you into the crew. Your main source of income might have been from drug smuggling, but you were actually a decent fisherman. Mabel had been skeptical when you ran up to her telling her Tommy offered you a job. She kind of thought you just knew how the equipment worked, that you only did enough fishing to not raise any red flags. After your first run with the guys though she learned that you were actually very good at your job.

“I appreciate that,” you said, giving Tommy a grateful smile. “And we’ll be back,” you threw a straw wrapper at Nunes. “We just,” you turned your head and looked into Mabel’s eyes. She had her head resting on your shoulder and tilted it up so she could meet your gaze without moving. “Want to see the world first.”

Mabel leaned up, capturing your lips in a quick kiss. She quickly pulled away and went back to resting her head on your shoulder. She glanced across the table as you continued to talk to Tommy and the others, seeing Charlie swirling his beer around, his eyes completely focused on the movement. He glanced up when he felt Mabel’s eyes on him and gave her a soft smile.

Things were slightly awkward with Charlie when you and Mabel first started dating. Mabel knew he was still getting over the relationship but that didn’t stop him from trying to help you or her. Charlie was actually the one that called his dad and had him come down to the police station and be your lawyer. Mabel had been freaking out, she had no idea what to do but Charlie didn’t hesitate to step in and help the best way he could. He also vouched for you, telling Tommy you’d make a great edition to the crew. Charlie even admitted to Mabel a few months after the two of you started dating that he was wrong about you. He originally only saw you as trouble that would drag Mabel back into the world she had been desperate to escape but you ended up being exactly what she needed.

“When do you guys leave?” Costa asked, bringing Mabel back to the current conversation.

“Tomorrow morning,” you answered, smiling at Mabel.

“Bright and early,” Mabel mumbled, cuddling into your side. She felt more than heard your laughter. The two of you would be leaving in the morning but it was actually going to be closer to late morning, not right at sunrise, still earlier than Mabel usually preferred to be waking up, the things she did for you.

“Have they told you the name yet?” Charlie asked, joining in on the conversation finally.

Mabel flicked you a glare, making you try and hide your laughter by drinking more of your beer. “No,” she grumbled. The others all broke out into a laugh, making Mabel glare at all of them.

You kept your promise and only made Mabel stay at the party for a few hours. She was never going to admit it to you, but you were right it had been fun. She was glad to get to see the guys and have one last celebration before having to leave for your trip. That didn’t mean she wasn’t happy to finally leave and get a few hours of sleep. When the two of you left, the guys were still around the table, ordering more drinks.

The two of you fell into bed as soon as you got back to her apartment and slept until your alarms went off. Mabel helped you grab the bags and pack them into the car. She did a quick check of her place since it would be a while before she would be back, she was forcing Charlie to come by and check on the place at least once a week while the two of you were gone. Once she was satisfied and confirmed she had everything she needed she hopped into the passenger seat.

You smiled, taking Mabel’s hand as soon as she was in the car. Mabel silently chuckled, shaking her head, you were practically vibrating in your seat. You didn’t drive as crazily as her, but you were at the harbor before she knew it. You were out of the car and opening the door for her before she even had her seatbelt off.

The two of you walked hand in hand, passing all the other boats as you led Mabel to yours. Finally, the two of you came to your sailboat, you quickly let go of Mabel’s hand to turn around and raise your arms, gesturing with a wide smile at your sailboat. Mabel giggled, shaking her head at you. She had seen the boat plenty of times, but you still showed it off as if she was seeing it for the first time.

“Damn, she’s beautiful,” Charlie said, coming up beside Mabel.

You didn’t say anything, just nodded excitedly. You ran up to Mabel, taking her bag in your hand before taking off to board the ship. Mabel took the opportunity to hand Charlie the keys to her car. She couldn’t exactly bring her car on the boat and the two of you would be gone for a while, so she said Charlie was free to use her vehicle as long as he took care of it and checked on her apartment.

“If anything happens to my car,” Mabel said, pointing at Charlie. “I will kill you.”

“Yes ma’am,” he saluted her. She tilted her head, glaring at him. He quickly cleared his throat, standing up a little straighter. “She will be in perfect condition when you return.”

Mabel narrowed her eyes. “Good,” she smiled.

“Have fun,” Charlie whispered, pulling Mabel into a hug. “I expect lots of pictures.”

“Of course,” Mabel chuckled.

“Call whenever you get the chance.”

“Thank you,” Mabel pulled back from the hug, looking Charlie in the eyes. “For everything.”

Charlie shrugged, waving her off. “It was nothing.”

Mabel rolled her eyes; Charlie made it really difficult to give him compliments. They finished their goodbyes then Charlie ran off to meet up with Tommy. Mabel stared up at the boat, waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing, you didn’t want her stepping onto the boat until you revealed the name you came up with, the name you had been keeping secret from Mabel since you got the damn thing.

There was a part of her that couldn’t believe this was real, that this was her life now. After the charges were dropped and you were free and clear and completely healed from your wounds you finally followed your dreams and bought a sailboat. You used the bag of money that somehow managed to survive everything and you somehow managed to hold onto. You used it to buy a fixer upper sailboat and in your free time while Mabel was at work or school you worked on it tirelessly to make it into your dream boat. With the money you had left over, which was still a couple hundred grand you gave to the guys, telling them to split it amongst themselves or do whatever, saying it was a small gesture for helping save your life.

Now, you were about to set sail on your first real trip. You had taken it out a few times to make sure everything worked properly, and you wouldn’t sink before attempting a long voyage. Mabel had been out with you almost every time you took her out on the water. You gave her lessons in sailing, made her study how the boat worked and what to do. You could sail it for the most part on your own, but it was pretty big, and you’d need Mabel’s help on a few things. She was nervous about the idea at first, she had never attempted sailing before, but you knew your stuff and helped her pick up things fairly easily, you even let her sail on her own for a bit, while you stood nearby just in case something went wrong.

“Are you ready?” you shouted, holding your arms out wide.

Mabel nodded, watching as you ran across the deck to rip off the tarp you had covering the name of the boat. You had a name picked out as soon as you purchased the thing, probably knew what you’d name it before you had ever even met Mabel. For some reason you insisted on keeping it a secret from her though. She thinks it started off as a joke and after realizing how much it annoyed her not knowing you decided to just keep it a secret until your trip.

You ripped off the tarp revealing the Odessey underneath it. “Are you serious?” Mabel asked, smiling, and shaking her head at you. She couldn’t say she was surprised; it was your favorite book after all.

“I thought about Penelope,” you admitted, helping Mabel onto the boat. “And Odysseus.” You looked around the boat, admiring her beauty and all the hard work you put into her. “But The Odyssey just felt right.”

Mabel smiled as she quickly pulled you into a kiss. “We won’t have the same journey as Odysseus, right?” she abruptly pulled away from you.

“I hope not?” you shrugged. “I still think it would be cool to face a monster,” you mumbled. “No matter!” you smiled widely, stepping back from Mabel. “I have us covered.” Mabel raised an eyebrow as you slapped your pockets looking for something. “For you,” you smiled nervously when you finally found what you were looking for.

Mabel tilted her head at you holding out what appeared to be a little jewelry box. She tried to ignore the slight shake in her hands as she reached for the box. She gave you a shy smile as she flipped open the box, revealing a matching trident necklace to yours.

“I know it’s not really your thing,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck as your eyes found the deck very interesting. “But-”

Mabele grabbed you by the shirt, pulling you in for a kiss. “I love it,” she whispered against your lips.

You smiled as Mabel turned around, moving her hair out of the way so you could put the necklace on her. She looked down seeing the little trident now dangling there then looked up to see nearly the same trident hanging around your neck. You had yours most of your life but you somehow managed to find one for her that was in the same style, the only difference was yours was silver while hers was gold.

“You don’t actually believe these will protect us, right?” Mabel asked, though she had a feeling she’d know what you’d say.

“All I’m saying is I haven’t died yet,” you said, raising your hands as if that was a reasonable defense.

Mabel opened her mouth to argue but she wasn’t sure what she’d say. You survived being shot and tossed into the ocean, somehow surviving for hours until Charlie and the crew found you. Then Mabel and the guys arrived right before you were about to be executed. You fought a guy underwater and won, you helped take out the others on the boat, and then once you shot a gas can, blowing up your boss and the entire boat, and still somehow survived without any major injuries. Mabel hated herself for thinking it but maybe the sea god really was on your side, even if your hero was a dude he hated.

You got behind the wheel of the boat and began to pull out of port. Mabel wrapped her arms around your waist, ducking her head as you moved your arm to have it around her while still holding onto the wheel. “Onward to Florida,” she said, looking up at you.

“Then to Greece,” you smiled, pulling her in for a quick kiss before focusing on the ocean ahead.

Mabel smiled, resting her head on your shoulder as she stared at the horizon in front of her. The two of you had to sail down to Florida first then after a couple days of refueling and re-supplying there you’d be able to head off across the Atlantic, finally living out your dream of sailing to Greece. You and Mabel had many trips planned, the intention was to sail around the world like you always dreamed of and to travel like Mabel dreamed of. There were more convenient places to sail to first besides Greece, but Mabel knew your dream was for your first destination to be Greece.

The trip down to Florida would take almost two weeks and then crossing the Atlantic would take almost a month. You planned to spend a couple months in Greece, sightseeing and sailing to a few of the nearby islands. From there the two of you would plan your next trip. Mabel had no idea where the two of you would end up, but she was excited to go on the journey with you.

#mabel (finestkind)#mabel finestkind #mabel x reader #mabel x fem!reader #mabel x you #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #finestkind 2023 #luck runs out

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Cairo sweet x female reader

As the school bell rings, a cacophony of chatter fills the hallways, mingling with the light scent of morning coffee and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Amidst this teeming sea of students, you find yourself drawn to a solitary figure perched on a windowsill near the library.

Her name is Cairo Sweet, and your gaze lingers on her with a curious mix of fascination and trepidation. Her face, framed by a cascade of raven hair, is a canvas of exquisite features: piercing brown eyes that seem to hold a depth beyond her years, a delicate nose, and a mouth that curves into a mysterious smile.

As your eyes connect, you feel an unexpected surge of kinship. She is an enigma, an outsider, like you

You have always felt like a square peg in a round hole, never quite fitting in with the preppy girls who gossip and giggle in the cafeteria. But in Cairo's gaze, you sense a glimmer of understanding.

With a hesitant step, you approach her. 'Excuse me,' you say softly. 'I'm new here. I couldn't help but overhear that you're Cairo Sweet. My name's [Your Name].'

A faint smile crosses her lips. 'Nice to meet you, [Your Name].'

You sit down beside her, your notebooks open in front of you. The silence between you is comfortable, almost inviting. As the minutes turn into hours, you share stolen glances, whispered secrets, and dreams that have long been buried within.

Cairo tells you about her life before Miller's Creek, her nomadic childhood, and her passion for writing. You, in turn, confide in her about your own struggles and aspirations. For the first time, you feel truly seen and understood.

As the day draws to a close, you and Cairo walk together to your lockers. Your fingers brush against hers, and a spark ignites within you. It is a spark of connection, a desire to be near her, to explore the forbidden realms that lie beyond friendship.

But your burgeoning feelings are met with trepidation. This is high school, after all, and societal norms dictate that girls should only date boys. You fear the repercussions of breaking these unspoken rules.

Undeterred, Cairo leans in and whispers, 'I think you're amazing, [Your Name]. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.'

Her words embolden you. You take her hand and lead her to an empty classroom. The soft glow of the setting sun filters through the windows, casting a warm and intimate light upon the two of you.

With trembling lips, you confess your feelings. To your surprise, Cairo reciprocates. Her kiss is gentle, tentative, and yet filled with an undeniable longing.

In that stolen moment, time stands still. The world outside fades away, leaving only you and Cairo, two hearts entwined in a secret dance of love.

As you reluctantly pull away, Cairo whispers, 'This is against the rules, but it feels so right.'

You smile. 'Maybe we're destined to be rebels.'

Your secret rendezvous becomes a solace amidst the turmoil of high school. You carve out hidden corners in the library, linger in the shadows of the hallways, and steal precious moments together on deserted benches. Your love grows stronger with each stolen kiss, each whispered promise.

But the walls of silence cannot hold indefinitely. Rumors spread like wildfire, and soon you find yourselves at the center of a storm of gossip and condemnation. Some students whisper words of support, but many more cast judgment upon your forbidden love.

As the pressure mounts, you and Cairo face an impossible choice. You could deny your feelings and conform to societal expectations, or you could embrace your love and risk the consequences.

Together, you choose the latter. Hand in hand, you walk through the hallways, ignoring the disapproving stares and hurtful comments. Your love is a beacon of defiance, a testament to the power of the human heart.

In the end, your resilience and unwavering bond silence the critics. Cairo and [Your Name] become a symbol of hope and acceptance for all who dare to love beyond the confines of societal norms.

And as the years go by, your love story becomes a legend whispered among the students of Miller's Creek, a tale of two girls who dared to defy the odds and find happiness in the most unexpected of places.

#lesbian #wlw #wlw post #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x fem reader #cairo sweet x female reader #cairo sweet x reader #cairo sweet #miller's girl

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JENNA ORTEGA as CAIRO SWEET in MILLER’S GIRL.

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playboysaleen · 3 days

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Metanoia (or not?...)

Metanoia:(n) meta·noia - a transformative change of heart...especially : a spiritual conversion

Part 1. - Part 2. - Part 3. - Part 4.

Parings: Wednesday x Dracula!Reader (GN)

Warnings: they are a little older(19, lets say nevermore is a college), Blood, swearing, fighting, death, and.. some other grimey stuff. (i'm not a big word person.)

WordCount: 5.1k

this is literally Soft Wednesday for sure

note: I am adding some extra characters to fit the story line for both this fic , show and storyline. Also, the reader is masc tbh

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"Get up."

A groan slipped your mouth as your body laid against the floor of your dorm. A shadow appeared in your vision when a pair of hands gripped the collar of your shirt flinging you into the wall knocking over the artwork that fell on top of your head.

"What are you going to do when the Council comes in at the middle of the night and you sound asleep. Do you have a death wish?" Reinfield scolded as his arm wrapped around your arm lifting you onto your feet. You sent daggers to the man who patted off the dust on your black shirt when the door opened revealing Principal Weems.

"Ah, I arrived on time. Come now, to the field we go." Weems spoke, holding the door open for you and the man. You waved your hands to the two showing that you are still in your sleepwear. Rein shrugged his shoulders glancing at the door behind you. Your eyes widen and the next thing you know your cheek is pressed against the wet grass.

"Get. Off. Me." You muffled, grunting against the man's hold he had on your head.

"What's the magic word?" The amusement was definitely one sided. Using your body, you rolled over grabbing the man's hand and tossing him across the field. A loud "OOUF" was heard from the impact which sent a proud smile onto your face.

The smell of vanilla invaded your nose when you turned to the entrance of the gate you saw Wednesday, Xavier and Weems watching. A small smile ghosted your face at the small woman who made your heart race but soon you felt a shift in her stance when a hand was wrapped around your throat.

"It will not be that easy Dracula-" Rein started as you struggled against his hold, a crack echoed through the field as his fingers dug deeper into your throat. "The Council will stop at nothing to kill you." Rein tossed you again but this time you landed at the feet of the girl.

"And she will be the first person they will come after to weaken you." He whispered when his fingers mazed through your hair, yanking your head back to get a full view of the three, but she was the only one that stood out in your vision.

"Tear her head from her neck-" he started, a horrid vision flashed in your head causing your fangs to flash the three in front of you. "They'll rip her limb from limb." a scream that was foreign but you knew who it was. A growl bubbled at your throat when the grip from Rein tightened. Wednesday kept her death stare on the man, X swallowed the uncomfortable ball in his throat and Weems watched the sight before her fear seeping from her skin.

Your eyes turned white when the visions flashed through your head, Rein turned back to the trees as a group of people walked towards you. Rein nodded at one of the women whose eyes were white as a ghost. She blinked as the white in your eyes disappeared, you locked eyes with Wednesday releasing a breath. Rein let go of your head letting you lay onto the grass.

"Now, let's get to work." Rein clapped his hands while you now laid on your back attempting to process what just happened. An object landed onto your stomach that sent a burning feeling into your abdomen. You yelped, hopping onto your feet letting the object fall onto the ground.

"What the hell is that?" You yelled lifting your shirt to see the wound closing at a very slow pace. Looking between Rein and the now scarring, you noticed a group of people standing behind him.

"Now that is hell." A girl around your age snorted out which the strangers chuckled. A woman removed her hood from behind Reinfield.

"Vervain. A herb that could kill off a vampire, but for ascendant's... it is a small pinch." She spoke, extending her hand out which you accepted, shaking. "Bora." You nodded, mumbling your name looking back at the group. It clicked,

"You are the Original Bloods." Rein nodded, taking a few steps to stand by your side.

"Yes, they are. We have Bora. Shapeshifter." the woman nodded her way, you sent a firm nod. "And the visions you were having were by D. Hallucinations." The woman nodded when you sent her one back.

"Alek, Prykonesis." The man in the corner locked eyes with his own, sending a smirk as he lifted his hand exposing the flame in his palm. You gasp letting out a small chuckle. "Now that is cool." Rein smiled softly pointing at the smaller figure in the back.

"That is Sofi, the youngest of the Original Blood. Necromancy." Your eyes widen at the gift the child was given. Controlling and summing the dead is a very hard power to have. Your family told stories about the death summoner. She gently waved as you sent a small smile.

"And that woman there is Marija. Atomkenisis." The woman removed the hood from her head which caused your breath to catch in your throat. You nodded her way as she sent you a small smile. Quickly averting your eyes you saw a shadow that appeared from the trees. Taking a few steps back, your fangs peeked through your gums awaiting for an attack.

"Don't worry, Raina loves to make an entrance." D spoke, smiling at the shadow making her way to the group. The voice in the back of your head did NOT like the energy of the woman who sent a fanged smile your way.

"Needs a haircut but they'll do." The woman joked that you did not find any humor in it at all. You huffed crossing your arms eyeing the women's movements as she made her way to the girl from earlier leaning into her side.

"Who leads you all? like the Alpha?" You asked, there has to be a leader for them. A snort slipped from Raina as she walked towards you.

"There is no leader. We are mindlinked as one." Sass definitely seeped in her words. You raised your eyebrow looking between the women a foot from you to the group. "So... like a pack?" Bora laughed lightly, patting Raina's shoulder , nodding your way.

"Yes, like a pack." You sent a smirk towards the girl behind Bora who scoffed walking back to their partner who held a grin.

"You all have... amazing gifts." You started placing your hands behind your back taking a few steps next to Rein. "I do not know how to control...or even work my own." whispering, your head hung low at the expectations that now weighed on your shoulders.

"But you do." A small voice was heard, you lifted your head to lock eyes with the woman from earlier who held a warm smile. "When each of us were introduced I felt the shift in your body. When I was introduced you received a partial amount of my Atmokinesis. The weather dropped about ten degrees and you didn't notice." Your gaze followed the woman as she stood next to Alek. He opened his hand signaling you to do the same.

"Alek here will ignite his power and-" her words were cut in half when you copied the man's actions and your palm held a ball of flame. Rein sent a nod to Alek when he chuckled, taking a few steps back. Everyone seemed to make their way away from the two of you as you were lost in the flame in your hand.

Alek shot the ball of flames your way which you dodged quickly. You yelped when heat coursed through your body. The both of you went toe-to-toe exchanging balls of fire towards one another when a hand was wrapped around your ankle sending you to the ground. Trying your best to escape, you glanced at the group focusing on D's eyes then glancing at Alek's form. Your eyes flashed white as the man grunted turning to the opening behind him throwing countless amounts of fire. Seeing an opening you ripped the hand from your ankle blurring to him tackling him on his back. Alek hissed your way baring his fangs when you did the same only difference is you let out a growl/roar sending his fangs back into hiding.

"ENOUGH."

Even the animal chatter in the woods went silent along with the people meters away. Alek turned his head to the side, tearing his eyes away from yours. "I don't want to hurt you." you whispered letting go of the man's collar.

A gust of wind blew you off of the boy as you rolled onto your feet, locking eyes with the woman from earlier as her eyes spark with electricity. Your ears rang when you saw a ginormous animal sprinting from the corner of your eye. Quickly dodging a loud bang rang through your ears as you laid against the grass. Groaning loudly you held your side at the pain that was now subsiding. The animal from seconds ago lunged at you while you placed your arm underneath its neck, preventing the animal from biting your face off. It was a bear. It was Bora. Struggling against her hold you yelled at the piercing of her claw in your shoulder.

"Argh...i..CAN'T!" You cried out, the noise of Bora's teeth snapping drummed into your ears. You turned your head to the side as her mouth inched closer and closer. You felt a rush of adrenaline course through your veins as your eyes flashed a yellow/gold color as a snout replaced your nose yet disappeared when the weight became light above you. The growling turned into heavy breaths, you turned your head as the face of your nightmares appeared in flesh. A horrid scream left your mouth as a flash of electricity coursed through your eyes flying the boy across the field. You hopped onto your feet blurring to the woman who is now in her true form with your hand around her throat.

"NO." You roared as tears brimmed your eyes- "Never, EVER in your life use my dead brother as leverage to win this 'spar' we are having-' ' you started sinking your fingers into her neck as her knees buckled beneath the tower you had over her. Rein sighed, nodding his way to Marija as she huffed jogging towards you. She lifted her hands causing the sky to darkened and a handful of lightning strikes rammed into you. Falling onto your back a sharp breath slipped from your lips as you laid staring at the dark skies.

"They're hurting them." X whispered, Wednesday kept her hard eyes on you awaiting you to move. Weems placed a hand on Reinfields shoulder, sending him a look- "This will be nothing compared to what the Council will do, we must have them prepared and more." Rein argued turning back to your body but deep down the man felt guilt. Guilt that ate him alive for centuries. Guilt that got the best of him.

"They have learned alot from this sparring you are throwing onto them. Let them rest, you may prepare them physically for this fight but what do you think is going through their head at this exact moment. Look at them." Weems spoke pointing at the field where you stood then crashed back to the ground. Wednesday took a step to make her way to you yet stopped when Marija made her way to your side lifting you onto your feet. Her heart boomed against her chest and she felt an acid bubble in her stomach. Looking away from the sight, Wednesday grabbed X and dragged him away from the field.

"Class starts in a few, we must go." She mumbled, X sighed following behind the girl heading back to the building.

"Principal Weems, after talking with the rest of the OB we have decided it is best to take Dracula under our wing for training. They will still attend class, but will need to understand more of themselves now that we are here." Bora spoke to Weems as she sighed. Nodding her head,

"We are across the field in the new house that was built, we have plenty of space and will use the field to practice. There is a room already being cleared for the Ascendant." Weems nodded her head, looking between you and Reinfield. Your head hung low at the news but you really needed to feed.

"I...I need to feed. I'm not feeling well." Marija caught you before you could hit the ground. Everyone snapped their heads to Rein as he held his hands up, "Hey, I did not know the ascendent needs a specific feeding schedule." Everyone rolled their eyes chattering amongst themselves.

"Fuck it, drink from me." Marija spoke, many 'No's were heard from the group which you shook your head leaning into her hold. "Have they drunk actual blood? Not animal, Not New Bloods, I mean actual human blood?" Marjia asked, throwing your arm over her shoulder for better support.

"They have not." Weems answered, Bora sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "They're going to need a lot more than what we have. Plus, a drink from one of us will be enough." the woman continued.

"Mari, you know what happens when Originals drink from each other." Bora mumbled out still figuring out what could be the best route.

"And they are an ascendent. We don't know what could happen. Besides, Their venom could kill you. They may be the F card." Raina spoke and with the last power you had you lifted your head locking eyes with the girl.

"Lets test my venom on you then huh," Raina rolled her eyes looking back at Bora. The woman turned to you then back to Marija.

"Okay, but after this is done we will head back and run some tests on them both. Raina will be on watch duty for the ascendent in case anything happens and I will supervise Marija." Marija nodded at the group letting Sofi pull her sleeve up. "Drink." You looked at Rein, which he nodded, taking a few steps back.

A shaky breath slipped from your lips when your hand wrapped around her wrist. a small vein pulsed against her skin that your fangs slashed out your gums and a wave of strength flowed through you. Following the vein up her wrist the pulsing became louder when you noticed the bright blue against her shoulder.

"No." Your arms wrapped around her shoulder as you blurred her onto the ground. Everyone began to panic when Marija lifted her hand to stop Sofi from moving closer.

"No one will save you." you whispered, locking eyes with the girl beneath you. Her eyes mirrored your own, "No one will need too." You flashed your fangs chuckling, "Good." You leaned down piercing your fangs into the girl's shoulder letting the blood pool your mouth. A moan slipped from the girl's mouth when your fangs sank deeper.

"Alright, that's enough." Raina spoke after a few seconds of you drinking what you could. A loud 'No' came from both of you. Bora nodded at Alek making their way to the two. Alek grabbed the back of your neck sending a small surge of fire to your nerves. You jumped away from Marija holding your head.

"Argh what the fuck." you grumbled hopping onto your feet. Looking at the woman who now was the one with her arm over Bora wobbling on her feet.

"We must go. We will see you in our home for dinner tonight. Grab what you need from your dorm." Bora ordered, you nodded, turning on your heels, blurring to your dorm. When you arrived the bell rang indicating that the first class was over. An uncomfortable feeling filled your body after you blurred your belongings in a duffle bag and box. Rein leaned against your balcony door watching your face fall.

"This is a lot to take in; I know, but this is for the best." Droplets fell against the roof as you grabbed your things glancing at the door.

"The fate of the world is in my hands and I still barely know how to whistle. What do you think someone my age should be doing? I didn't ask for this Reinfield. Now I have to kill the people who haunt my dreams at night." Venting to the man, you grabbed the phone that laid on your desk shooting a text to Xavier, updating him on what was happening.

"I know, kid. I know. Let's get you to the OB's so we can get you settled." You nodded following Rein out the balcony door blurring to the huge black mansion.

Knocking on the door, Aleks face popped from the crack smiling my way. "Finally. Come on, Bora has the chair ready for you." You nodded walking in and following the boy to a door that led to a nice comfy infirmary.

"Hey, have a seat, we will start here in a second." Bora's voice was soft when she sent you a smile as you handed your things to Alek and took a seat on the chair. You followed Bora's movement when she prepared an IV to place on you.

"Where is your Pure Vein?" Bora asked while preparing the IV kit. You hesitantly removed your shirt laying back on your back keeping your eyes towards the ceiling. Raina leaned against the door frame watching carefully as Bora struck the needle into your pure vein.

“Good place to hide, but make sure your chest is well protected when the time comes.” You sighed, blinking away the voice of your brother in your head.

“What will happen when the time comes?” Bora typed away on the computer answering-

“We will fight. I have Sophie and an old friend of mine contacting some people that could help us in this. After the death of the young ascendant that was killed by the Council three years ago, we have a lot of people like us who have a bone to pick with them.” Your head snapped to Bora as she was still mindlessly typing on the computer.

“Jaime?” Bora nodded, glancing at you. You gasped quietly, knuckles turning white from gripping the handles on the chair.

“Your readings are normal. Since you drank from an OB you actually don’t have to feed for the next 2 days. Amazing..” Bora started handing the printed readings to Raina to read over. “Marija is more than okay, she feels stronger.. funny how your venom is like an energizer for us.” Bora joked, removing the IV and placing a small cone onto your chest. You eyed the object and as curious as you are you poked at it,

"What is thi-" a yelp flew out your mouth when a shock was sent through your body. Raina howled with laughter as she lifted her hand guiding the cone across your chest. After a few minutes of discomfort the cone fell onto the floor.

"They're good to go, it's all gone." Raina spoke, grabbing the cone from the floor, tossing it into the trash. Confusion danced through you. What was her power?

"Thank you, can you please escort them to their room?" Bora asked, Raina could only nod, opening the door letting you pass her. Once she closed the door you let her make way in front of you.

"You're quiet. Normally you have something salty to say." She started as you both made our way up the stairs. "You never said what your gift was." Raina sighed, stopping at the last door down the hall. You opened the door to see the beautiful room. A window that took up the whole wall. About 3/4 of the room was the window and a huge California size bed against the only wall in the room, besides the wall the door was attached to. Forgetting the conversation you wanted to continue, you walked deeper into the room taking in the view in front of you. You could see the quad from your own room. Wednesday would love this view especially with the rain painting the window.

"Hemokinesis." Raina spoke after a few minutes of silence. You turned your gaze away from the window to her- "well your generation calls it Blood Bending." Your eyes widen at the information. "So you are the most powerful one here then?" She sent a nod taking a seat on the ledge by the window.

"I found out I was gifted when I was 19. I was married off to some man and when he found out he fed me to the wolves. My gift saved me but that was when Bora found me and I've been with them since then." You took a seat on your bed,

"Why do you hate me so much?" You asked shifting on your arm as you leaned into the bed. She sent you a small smile shaking her head.

"I don't hate you." She started, you leaned back up waiting for her excuse. "I'm scared for you."

"You are not the first to mate with someone who is nothing like us." Your eyes widen. "You were the one everyone spoke about a few years ago." It all made sense now. She nodded, clasping her hands together, sighing.

"What they left out is... I was not the one that killed her. The council did. Sad thing is that the council needed some kind of reminder to people like us of their power. My mate was murdered in 1843. " A small gasp flew out your mouth. She scoffed, shaking her head.

"The Council will play mind tricks on anyone to keep the power they have on everyone strong. I fear for you, for your mate. She has no idea where she stands now and not only in your life but with the most powerful people in the world." You shook your head standing from the bed walking to the window,

"No ones going to touch her. Over my dead cold body." You grit grabbing your coat storming to the door. Raina blurred your way grabbing your hand stopping you from the door.

"I said the same thing and she's gone. I stand with you so please know we all do." You eyed her features, feeling a small source of heat flowing through your chest. She was telling the truth. The blood that was stored in her body was warm. Still. Even without trying you were blood bending for the truth and you found it.

"Go. Be back in an hour." She whispered, letting go of your hand. You sent her one last look blurring to Nevermore. After a few minutes, Raina made her way into the living room to meet with the rest of the Originals.

"They left- didn't they?" Alek asked, walking in from the kitchen with a newspaper. Raina nodded, taking a seat next to D snuggling into the girl's embrace. Bora sighed leaning forward towards the coffee table moving a chess piece while Sofie eyed the board. Marija blurred from the other room grabbing her coat. Raina raised a hand to stop her.

"They went to see their mate. Leave them." The lights flickered throughout the house as Marija nodded walking upstairs into her room. Alek sighs loudly taking a seat next to Bora, sending her a goofy smile.

"So who is going to tell the newbie that they're Marija's dead mates doppelgänger?" Alek spoke for the room when Bora sent a hand into Aleks shoulder, dropping the paper from his hands. D chuckled, wrapping her arm around Raina bringing her as close as possible.

“I will talk to Marija and you four stick around for back-up” Raina huffed rolling her eyes, “She’s going to lose her shit huh?” Sofi giggled quietly moving her chess piece next to Bora's king as the young girl stood to her feet walking to the kitchen.

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You stood in front of the building, eyeing the balcony a few stories above you. Taking a step back, you leaped onto the tree hanging a few feet away from gripping onto the branch when you saw the silhouette of the girl sitting with a huge instrument in her hand. Thing held an umbrella over Wednesday as she started her piece. You sat on the branch letting the sound dance through you. Your eyes opened when her heartbeat boomed in your ears, leaning forward you noticed the crease in her brows. The vibrations from the music filled your bones, the aggressive playing sparked something you. You were scared something was wrong.

The music came to a halt when a tear slipped from her closed eyes. Thing dropped the umbrella as the rain seemed to stop too. A heavy sigh was heard from the girl when she looked down at the appendage.

“I do not understand why I feel like this. I feel fear but not the kind I love.” She spoke. Things signed and you guessed from the way the chair scraped back on the concrete triggered the girl. Wednesday walked to the ledge of the balcony placing her arms on top keeping her gaze on the house you were staying in.

“I do not know this being and for some reason everything my father has said was true.” You were confused on what she was talking about, Thing stood still then slowly signed.

“It feels like a hot iron in my throat but I believe him. I understand.”

Her heart raced, as if you could feel it as your own. You decided it was time to step in as you hopped off the branch onto the ledge. Her head snapped to you, sending her a small smile you moved from the ledge standing a few feet away from her.

“Hi.” was all you could muster up. Distracted by her heart beating in your ears, you missed the gasp that slipped her lips. She was the one to take the first step towards you. You studied her movements searching for any discomfort but your body played against you as your hand reached for hers.

“How…are you feeling?” It was a struggle for the girl to get those words out but the look on your face washed away the small tinch of disgust she felt. You sent her a small smile.

“Way better than what I felt a few hours ago. You okay?” You answered but as you spoke she took another step standing a few inches away. The height difference made Wednesday lookup as you looked down into her eyes. It was as if she could hear your dead heart beat with how nervous you felt. All she could do was nod.

“I have to stay at the OBs for a bit. Rein will take you someplace safe when the Council comes.” The rest of your explanation was shoved back down your throat when the look the girl in front of you had shot your way.

“No. I am going to stay with you no matter what happens.” She expressed taking a step back, shaking her head. Huffing, you looked at the sky. “It is for the best. I can't have you in any type of danger.” She scoffed, crossing her arms, “and what makes you think I couldn't handle myself.”

“Could you please just do one thing for me?” You pleaded, the screams from training echoed in your head as you leaned against the balcony. Wednesday shook her head sending Thing a look which he scurried away. “I am capable of taking care of myself.” She argued but was shoved right down her throat when you blurred infront of her backing her against the balcony window. The veins under your eyes were now dark and visible, while the fangs poked out your lips were twice the size.

“The Council will kill you Wednesday. Rip you- limb from limb. What are you not understanding?” You spat with your eyes staring deep into the girl's soul. She slightly leaned forward to meet you whispering.

“I will not run away when my heart for some reason needs to be as close to you as it can. I don’t know why I feel like this and I can't stand it. This magnetic pull I feel when you are not around, I can’t go a few hours without wanting to be next to you.” You took a step back at the girl's response. You would have never thought you would hear such words out her mouth.

“The Council is coming for me and will not stop till I am dead and burned.-” You licked your lips as you looked down at your feet, “and since you are my mate, they will come for you too.”

Wednesday shook her head at the way her hand acted on its own grabbing yours.

“If that is true, I’d…I’d want to die by your side.” Your eyes widen as the veins are now gone and your fangs hide inside your gums. You swore a day ago the girl in front of you was the most heartless human with you being the one with no heart at all. You felt heat engulf your body when she placed her head against your chest. Your arms wrapped around her as you both stood in silence while the sun was now visible and setting along the horizon. You held her in your arms for a moment thinking.

“I will have the OB talk to Weems tonight.” You whispered. She could only nod her head burying her face deeper into your chest.

“I do not like the way I feel around you, but the closer I am… I seem to tolerate it more by the minute.” She mumbled into your chest which you pulled back sending her a small smile. You moved back, sighing softly.

We need you back here…we got a bit of a problem

D’s voice was heard in your head when you snapped your head to the house.

“What is it?” Wednesday asked, following your gaze to the house. You looked back to the girl pulling her back into your embrace. Funny how after a hug the girl no longer freezes in your touch but rather yet sinks in.

“They need me. I will come get you after class tomorrow. I’ll be here waiting.” You pulled away speaking. She sent you a nod but the stare she had on you made you stand there waiting for her response. Warm lips were planted on your cheek when the world stopped.

“Go.”

she whispered inching away into the dorm. You nodded, sending her a fanged smile hopping onto the edge jumping off.

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Geez, its been a while lol.

I basically have the story done. like 70%. So enjoy.

#wlw #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday x reader #wednsday addams #fanfiction #nevermore #jenna ortega

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