Fxf Stories

They live in a whole different world, they don't have the same interests at all. But there's only one thing that they shared in common, they're both afraid to take the risk, and both afraid to fall in love.

I Will Return, Miss... Elara Vance is a brilliant, medical student and disillusioned heiress from the 21st century. Genevieve is a General from the 1800s. Their love was a temporal accident, ending with one promise: "I will return, Miss." But after coming back to the present, Elara has realised- this promise is an impossible thing in present time. Twelve years later, Genevieve is a ghost to history, and Elara has published their impossible story in an anonymous book-a lighthouse for a love that may never come home. Then, in a city museum, Elara sees a woman standing before Genevieve's portrait. "Hey! Remember me? I was your best friend, Alexa." Did the General keep her promise? And who exactly is the woman?

The scent hit them first. It wasn't the sweet, comforting smell of a fated mate. It was a chaotic, dizzying perfume of wild jasmine and cold ozone, a smell that felt both utterly right and profoundly wrong. "Did you smell that?" Finn's head snapped up from his drink, his vampire-wolf senses twitching. Maeve's cynical sneer vanished. She set her shot glass down with a sharp click, her eyes scanning the crowd. "That's not... that's impossible." Their gazes locked on the woman who had just slipped in through the bar's side door. She looked nothing like the fragile Omega they'd expected. Her movements were fluid and arrogant, her eyes a flash of iridescent green in the dim light. She held her head high, surveying the room with a primal, predatory calm. As she stepped closer, the wild scent intensified, a siren's call that pulled at their very cores. Dorian's body went rigid, his hand instinctively moving to the knife at his waist. He was trained to neutralize threats, and his instincts screamed that she was one. Finn, however, was already moving. He was a whisper of motion, closing the distance in the blink of an eye, his hand reaching for her. "Wait," he breathed, the word a desperate plea. Her eyes, cold and assessing, finally found theirs. A flicker of something ancient and powerful-a rejection that ran deeper than instinct-flashed through them. In a fraction of a second, her entire demeanor changed. The air crackled with a jolt of energy. The lights above them flickered and went dark. Maeve cursed under her breath. "She's not a wolf," she whispered, a chilling realization in her voice. "She's something else."

Emma Myers has been working for the Operative for about four years. They're a clandestine group of spies working as a part of MI6 to manage matters of country security. This is the only job Emma's ever known, and she's one of the best. Over the years, Emma's heard the whispers of the League, a dangerous group of assassins that seem to run opposite the Operative in terms of goals and outcomes. What Emma never expected was that she might find herself closely tangling with one of the league's best, Jenna Ortega. They keep crossing paths, but then one day, Jenna just disappears and goes dark. That is, until she shows up in Emma's hotel room, suddenly needing Emma's help.

jenna ortega x fem reader

Sex is a part of nature and I go along with nature - Marilyn Monroe

• Love Was Never The Intention.. • •Emotions aren't something l like to show but with you.... l can't help it• !DISCLAIMER! l do not own legacies or anyone in this story Expect the girl l created Michelle Williams also this is my own version of the story some events in this story are made up and some actually happened [Hope Mikaelson X Fem!oc] (A Hybrid and Tribrid)

Beta lumity x fem reader What if Luz had failed to save Eda? What if Eda fatally transformed into a beast? ------ "I do no longer wish to be friends, I'll finally leave you alone." "What? What do you mean?! What about us!" "There was never an 'us'." After her failure Luz understood how cruel life was. She distanced herself from her 'friends' and changed completely . Amity, however, didn't appreciate watching her change. She tried helping her but only ended up getting heart broken. They both drowned in hatred and ended up despising each other. They promised to never let their walls down again. Belos on the other hand disappeared completely and people grew to hate him for his past actions. What will happen when a portal opens in earth and a new human appears in the Boilling Iles? -This story does not include events of season 2-

╭⌗ 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 A brief moment of silence passed until Rhea reached to turn on the radio, playing with it until she tuned to some station where heavy metal was playing. Her hand reached out to grab yours, but when you didn't move it from the wheel giving her an apologetic look, it made its way to rest on your thigh. It was familiar and comforting as it was supposed to be. There was no need to question if it wasn't feeling a bit forced, a bit awkward, and for a split second, you felt out of place. But then Rhea's thumb started rubbing circles into your leg almost apologetically. And was just nice, it was just right and if not, you forced it to be. [𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑]

❝𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫❞ ~ 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑... 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝟹𝟶-𝟷𝟷-𝟸𝟸 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍

Short FanFic about SuperCorp

A young knight bearing a mysterious birch crest asks Princess Rhaenys Targaryen for her favor.

Imagines of Jenna Ortega :) (fxf) x reader I also do requests

Phoebe Bridgers, Julien Baker and Lucy Dacus one shots! I may add other celebrities and stuff occasionally :) If anyone has requests/ideas lmk!! possible smut/fluff

Y/N L/N's family moves to South Korea for her dad's job. Growing up, Y/N has always been an introvert. Shy, easily nervous when talking to people, socially awkward, never having a boyfriend.. or girlfriend. Entering a new school in South Korea scares Y/N, but she goes through with it. And that's when she meets her senior, a second year, Shin Ryujin. A troublemaker along with her friend group, but somehow never gets expelled. Well, what do you expect when her dad is the owner of the school? ------------------------------------------------------- "I can give you a ride, you know?", Ryujin offers from her car. Y/N barely nods before running to the other side of the car, getting in the passenger seat. "Are you always this impolite? A thank you would be nice" "I- I'm sorry. Thank you!", Y/N tries to bow and hits her head on the dashboard. Ryujin lets out a chuckle, "I'm kidding, teddy" Y/N tilts her head while she looks at her senior. "Why do you keep calling me that?" "You're cute, like a teddy bear"

A first she was a burden, but then she was a gift. CHONI AU 23.04.19

Hello readers, this is my first book and English is not my first language so please excuse me if there is any wrongs or errors in my paragraphs! // this book contains fluff, angst, smut and other normal cute senarios with Ellie that were in my mind that I've been daydreaming for long.// I might take suggestions, not sure but we'll see. Thank you for reading!

This a fanfic between Wraith from Apex Legends and a female reader. That contains soft, fluff, action, Romance and of course smut(+18). The reader is advise for the strong language and sexual language that will be included in this Fan Fic. The character is not mine, they belongs to Apex Legends and their rightful owners. But the mains character is my own creation. These stories are mostly from my imagination from my head, shall we dive in? As a new part of the group, working along the Apex Legends. y/n met Wraith, as known as Renee "Hope" Blasey. Who knows one word could change their life.

"Perfection is all i can describe to "Her" right now". Note: I'm not a professional writer so I hope you like it enjoy reading everyone 🤍

Astrid was a whirlwind of colors-a vibrant artist who painted life's emotions onto her canvas. Her studio was a sanctuary, filled with the scent of turpentine and the echo of her brushstrokes. But amidst the chaos of hues, she craved connection-a love story that would blend seamlessly into her palette. Enter Gwen-a quiet soul with Jet black hair, lost in the pages of old books. She frequented the cozy bookstore down the street, where the smell of paper and ink enveloped her like a warm hug. Gwen's heart thrived on stories-the ones she read and the ones she longed to live. One rainy afternoon, their paths converged. Astrid, seeking inspiration beyond her canvas, wandered into the bookstore. Gwen engrossed in a novel, didn't notice the splash of color that entered her world. But Astid noticed Gwen-the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Astrid struck up a conversation, her words like brushstrokes on a blank canvas. Gwen, startled by the sudden intrusion, blushed and stammered. They talked about art, literature, and the magic that existed where the two intersected. Astid's laughter echoed through the quiet bookstore, and Gwen's heart skipped a beat.