Enemies To Lovers - Blog Posts
There's something so heartbreakingly romantic about breaking your moral code for someone. Following them knowingly into hell
New series!!!
CRIMINAL MINDS FANFIC
Parings: fem!reader (she/her) x Hotch
Warnings: general canon criminal minds related violence (guns, blood, killers, etc.) talks of mental issues, childhoods trauma, the mafia, tiny pinch of angst and ofc ✨fluff✨
(btw this is an enemies to lovers!!!)
*THIS IS IMPORTANT!!! Your triggers and absolutely 100% valid regardless of how silly you think it is! if I ever miss anything please tell me!
Also this is a slow burn and this chapter is really just a build up and into for the reader!
Does it Have to Be Your Eyes
I Drown in?
Beautiful orangey and yellow rays peek through
your blinds as the sun begins to rise. They engulf parts of your room with warmth and those rays come and directly land in your eyes alerting you that it’s morning.
“Ugh! Bro I just fell asleep!”
You blink a few times and then squint. The sunlight had temporarily blinded you. You stare at your window, processing the fact that you now had to get up and go to work. You sigh and let you head fall into you hands.
“They should pay me more…”
You go on under your breath about how you wished you got to sleep more. Then finally you shove your covers off yourself and climb out of your bed sort of ready for a new day. 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙. 𝑀𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠sing.
Little did you know how much of a blessing this
day was just about to be…
You had a simple desk job at the fbi and helped out
whoever needed help. It was almost funny, someone as qualified as you with a desk job? If it wasn’t such a waste people might laugh but instead it was tragic. The thing was you never liked attention. You didn’t really want a lot of fame or glory. Maybe a long time ago you did but not anymore. You preferred the quiet paperwork and solitude. It was peaceful and even therapeutic to you. And you never wanted more and never had any dreams or desires…. Right?
No. Not at all. The truth was the reason why you were so over qualified for your job. You were both smart and strong. Back in high-school you were in a dual-enrollment program meaning that you took college classes in high-school. Subjects ranging from philosophy to math to the arts. But your personal favorite the very thing that got you hooked to and what you studied in college, Psychology. You were part of multiple clubs in and outside of school too. Your favorite their being mma (mixed martial arts). You managed to graduate early with flying colors and great SAT scores and even scholar ships to many schools. You were so excited to study criminal psychology and more you didn’t even take a break, not for a moment. It was your area of study. But it was something you didn’t like to mention to people. Was it ridicule you feared? You did face being made fun of a lot before or was it expectations you felt you may not be able to fulfill that scared you? Whatever the reason the thought that you could be a profiler right now would sometimes creep up on you. You would shake them off. It was a far away dream that would never happen, a dream you were to scared to try and go for. That’s the type of person you were. Cautious and timid regardless of the fiery passion for profiling inside you. Or at least that’s what you thought
Oh, and one final thing a thing that you couldn’t exactly put on a resume….You had literally been trained to kill since you were a kid. It was pretty unbelievable. Your personality wasn’t exact what people expect when they think “raised to kill.” What on Earth you may ask? Well the thing was your uncle was in the mafia and you were part of the family business. Emphasis on were. He taught you everything you may have needed to know. Since he never had any kids of his own you were next in line. He made it pretty clear he didn’t trust your father with much. You had quite a bit of skills under your belt. But you ran away. How could you so easily run away from that life? From the family business? You changed everything but you know it wasn’t enough and the fact you didn’t actually have a criminal record kept law enforcement away. But you always suspected to only reason you walked away so easily was because your uncle had let you…
“How ironic, honestly. Now I work for my enemies.”
The thoughts of your past were like trick candles they just kept coming back no matter how hard you blew them away. You shook your head desperately trying to eat your breakfast in peace. Eventually you decided it was enough and grabbed your bag and car keys. 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝐸𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔! You sarcastically say in your head. You truly didn’t know what fate had in store for you…
A/n: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I don’t usually write FanFiction and this is my first criminal minds fanfic so please go easy on me. And to the writer out there if you have any writing advice then please let me know!
I NEED HELP
hi my fellow academics, i’m writing a dark academia love story and i’m between two tropes: friends to lovers (lesbians) or enemies to lovers (heterosexual)
so, I’ve been getting a lot of trump x Biden (triden????) content recommended to me across socials recently. It’s been absolutely wild, and I know many of you have been eating it up (ironically or unironically? Who cares, irony is dead anyway)
however, I would like to give credit where credit is due to the 1984 fandom for being the first people to latch onto the trope of Frail Sickly Old Man x Compulsive Liar. We were truly Ahead of Our Time.
Nickname cheat sheet
The classic - Darling
Classy gay
Immediately shows off you have trauma
Perfect when paired with a chuckle, sigh or smirk
Ex: Oh, darling, your intelligent thoughts really are non-existant.
The lover - Pretty boy
Teasing
Perfect for rivals to lovers
Can be said sarcastically, with a smirk, or after getting punched in the face.
Ex: Why don’t you come over here and make me, pretty boy?
The gentle one; do not trust - My dear
Endearing
Kinda sweet; if you didn’t have a blade pressed to your throat
Always acompanied by a little smile, a brush of lips that you know you will never kiss or kind eyes narrowed instead
Ex: Trust me... I may gift you flowers, but I will have you beheaded at the drop of a hat, my dear.
The broken - Sweetheart
Melancholic
Often said when being told a sad tale of the villain’s fallen kindom or during and angry break-down
Best used when tears are still on either person’s cheeks, during a good-bye/farewell, paired with a sad smile or a tear-filled glare
Ex: Trust me, sweetheart, I have seen things, know things, lost things that you could never understand.
the children yearn for enemies to lovers
(it’s me, i am the children)
Spirit
Title: Spirit
Chapter: Episode 2
Previous Chapters: part 1
Fandom: Invincible
Type of Fanfic: Reader, self-insert
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Rating: Mature
Chapter Warnings: mild swearing
Chapter Summary: Being from a barren wasteland of a universe to this new one is both exciting and overwhelming and it has been proven to be a difficult obstacle to tackle.
Pairings: Mark x reader, variant!mark x reader, Rex x reader, (one-sided) Eve x reader, multi-paul x reader, Rae x reader, bulletproof x reader, to be determined…
Written By: MangoSpit
⌜Alt Universe inspired by: Fallout⌟
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Your first day in your new world, your new normal, was the best day of your life since the day you were able to learn how to lockpick! Okay, to be honest, it may have been even better than the day you learned how to lockpick, but that day you were able to steal so much useful shit.
You have a place to yourself, a place that appeared to have belonged to Angstrom before, you assume so since he gave you the keys. You were able to shower without having to worry about getting poisoned or rationing clean water! You ACTUALLY smelt good! You didn’t think a good smell was ever possible but here you were. You were able to take your time to scrub the grime from your body, to massage your scalp and untangle your hair, and to wear different clothes. Yeah, you have to admit to yourself. This is the best day ever.
You had to wear the clothes that were abandoned in the closet, none of them felt right or comfortable but it was still fresh and new. You were so used to wearing the same clothes every day, and on a rare occasion getting new clothes to wear every day. But now? Now you get to wear a different outfit every day.
Going outside was a bit overwhelming at first, but still worth it. As the sun shone down on your face- it was much brighter than it was in your world. Well, I guess it would now be called your previous world, this was your new home. Looking around, you could hear strange high pitched noises. Turns out, they’re birds. Like crows and vultures but smaller and make a more pleasant sound.
Whenever someone approached you however, it was another story. They seemed friendly, but how likely was it that most of them were actually friendly? They probably were trying to kill you for your backpack. You would freeze and stare at them, blank and soulless until they left you alone. Even if you had a bad feeling about them, it was almost thrilling? Being able to see so many people, in new places and with new appearances. It almost made you giddy enough to let a small rumble of laughter come through your mouth. Not quite there yet.
It was getting late, the first day almost officially over when you finally figured out how to work the TV. You were killing this shit, maybe you could adjust to this new society after all…
“Invincible saved 20 civilians from a collapsing building-“
You perk up at the name.
That was the name of that guy!
You listen in closer as they explain his heroic actions in a positive light, showing what looked like him on the television. Was this what a recording was like? Were you being recorded? Could they hear you??
“I agree with you, Scott. His heroic acts were well thought out, and calculated in such expertise- you would think he has been doing this for over a decade”
The woman on the television laughs, not in a humorous way but as a way to fill the silence. It makes you sneer. Do these people not know of the crimes he’s committed? Of how awful of a person he is? The people he has slaughtered? Looking at his stupid fucking get up made your blood boil. What a manipulative piece of shit. He doesn’t even look trustworthy, he zips around in the sky like an oversized fly. Oh! No, more like an oversized wasp. Ready to sting.
You trust that Angstrom knows what he’s doing, that he will help bring Justice to everyone this Invincible guy has hurt. You commit his face to memory, trying to detail his jawline, lines, nose and hair to memory. This place was filled with people so you would have to burn the image of him to your brain to be able to try and pick him out from a crowd when he’s dressed like everyone else. Like a civilian.
You pull out your small notebook and write it down, as well as trying to sketch it out a bit, then write down what you heard on TV to report back to Angstrom. Your writing is sloppy at best and you completely butchered his portrait but who gives a fuck? He killed many innocents.
“Maybe I should kill you myself, Mr.Invincible…” you hum as you close your notebook. Tomorrow, tomorrow is a new day- and perhaps you will go out and look for him.
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“Are you askin‘ for a job, kid?” The man’s gravelly voice asks you. You furrow your eyebrows at being called a kid. Could a kid lockpick a door within 5 seconds and precisely hit a target from 50 feet away?
“Yes. A job.”
“What are your qualifications?”
“Uhh…. I am good at tracking people”
….
“This is a Wendy’s”
You were having the shittiest of luck finding a job. No one was looking for a tracker? A looter? A temporary guard? How do people keep a stable life without these jobs??
“Hey, you’re standing-“
You quickly glare at the man talking to you, your eyes burning holes into his face. He seems only slightly taken aback.
“No seriously, get out of the road. You’re going to get hit!”
The fuck is he talking bout?
Suddenly the big machines that were unmoving (which you had heard or read somewhere once that they were called vehicles) started moving and making a loud noise at you. You were about to yell at the people inside the machines- vehicles- when the man pulled you out of the road.
“The hell is wrong with you?” He says in a more confused and light tone.
“I don’t need help” your voice comes out rougher than your appearance as you don’t talk much when you hardly have people to talk to. Angstrom was probably the longest you’ve ever talked to someone, other than yourself.
“Uh, excuse me? Do you need, like, mental help?”
You glare at him, your eyes wide and unmoving.
“That won’t work on me twice. Cmon, let’s get you to the hospital. Maybe you suffered a brain injury or possibly are high” he motions for you to follow but you smack his hand away.
“Okay, now let’s not-“
You push him up against the street pole, and he groans and looks like he wants to retaliate but he collects himself first.
“Don’t make me have to call backup and have the cops hall you off to be drug tested instead”
“Are you threatening me??” Is he seriously threatening to call a gang on you?? How dangerous is this gang anyways?? Cops is a dumb name for a gang anyways, maybe they’re small and insignificant.
“No, I’m not threatening you, I'm trying to get you help.”
“Help is not free.” You hiss.
“Look, I can’t control the healthcare system, don’t take it out on me!”
“Rex, what’s going on?”
A woman approaches, causing you to go rigid. Shit, when did you have time to motion for his gang?
“I was just helping- HEY!”
You run. You run down the street, diving through bodies, colliding with them if they don’t move out the way fast enough. It was enough to earn angry shouting at you but you just had to get out of there. No way you were going to die on your second day in this new world. You try to run in the direction of your home but… you can’t remember where it was. Shit.
Just your luck.
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End notes: I like to think I’m hilarious sometimes
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Spirit
Title: Spirit
Chapter: Episode 1
Next chapters: part 2
Fandom: Invincible
Type of Fanfic: Reader, self-insert
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Rating: Mature
Chapter Warnings: death, descriptions of violence and death
Chapter Summary: You come from a universe that’s left as a wasteland, the human population constantly dwindling, as morals have gone and died, thrown aside to just survive. While you’re out to pickpocket the deceased, you find Angstrom Levy looking for Invincible- much to your confusion- as Invincible doesn’t exist here. Seeing the state of your universe, he offers you a more peaceful world- only if you do something for him in return. (set shortly before the invincible war)
Pairings: Mark x reader, variant!mark x reader, Rex x reader, (one-sided) Eve x reader, multi-paul x reader, Rae x reader, bulletproof x reader, to be determined…
Written By: MangoSpit
⌜Alt Universe inspired by: Fallout⌟
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Invincible doesn’t exist in your universe. And if viltrumites do exist, they have seemed to have left Earth alone. Maybe they would assume nothing was alive on it anymore. They didn’t even need to conquer Earth when humans had destroyed it themselves…
You walk down the broken pavement, what used to be a road years and years ago. That was before you were even born though. This is all you’ve ever known. Sure, you’ve heard stories about what clear skies looked like, what fruit tastes like, what clear lakes and oceans looked like, but you’ll never see it for yourself. Is it possible to miss something that you have never had? If so, that’s something you would feel more than you would like to admit.
Keeping down your path, you stop as you spot something at the corner of your eye. You lower your head in a fast jerking motion to see if it was a threat. No. Just a dead body. Kneeling down, you can see that the deceased woman isn’t decomposing yet. Meaning, the people who did this could be near. You look over her features, wondering what she was like.
She had a kind face, her clothing made it seem like she was guarded- but not in the way many are. She was probably one of those empaths, one that would try and teach children what morality is- even when there is slim to none left. She was probably in her 30s, and she was shot a few times in the chest. Usually you would search dead bodies for anything of use- bandages, medicine, food, clean water, weapons- but she didn’t have a bag on her. You didn’t specifically feel like checking her clothes as she didn’t have many pockets or padding on her. You hope her original soul is resting easy as you begin the sharp inhale, causing a small vacuum for her duplicated soul. Her soul was a soft peach color and it came out as a small wisp, grouping up into a ball. You quickly grab it in your hand before her duplicated soul would zip away or try to possess you. It lets out a small squeak, sounding like a mouse. The beauty of your powers.
𓉘 “047241, do you know why your veins look like that? Why your hands emit a soft yellow glow?”
You shake your head in response, curious as to what this could mean.
“You, 047241, were chosen to become one of the divine. A weapon. Your veins are filled with divinity, you have been chosen for greatness.”𓉝
So much for greatness. Being blessed to become divine just means they fill your veins with radiation and liquid medication as a baby so you can become a weapon for the high court. Turning you into a humanoid mutant. However, you missed the mark. Out of 34 subjects, you placed 11th place, and they picked the top 10. You were left to fend for yourself after that.
Your divine power is complicated. You are quite literally a vacuum for souls and energy. You can vacuum up to 5 hours worth of energy out of a living creature, and can vacuum a duplicated soul out of a deceased human. Their souls usually have some sort of helpful ability to you: like living soul protection, picking up objects, dazing others, sensing others, healing, etc,. However, as soon as they are brought out of their body, they panic and try to run away or they get angry and try to possess you. And their possessions can go from 30 minutes to 12 hours if you’re not careful. They can’t talk, they're like a small animal that needs to be trained. You look at the peach colored soul as it tries to wiggle free from your grip.
“Sorry, no hard feelings.” You pull out a bottle from your bag and squeeze the soul into it as it bangs on the bottle from side to side to try and get out. You would deal with them later. Right now, you should get out of here, in case whoever killed this woman is still nearby. After adjusting your heavy backpack onto your back again, you see a figure. This figure has their back turned to you, clearly not worried about any possibility of danger behind them. You carefully scan them over, as you grab for your weapon.
From behind, it looks like it could be a mutant, its skin is puffed up and wrinkly from the back, but when they turn around, they look normal from the front. It’s a man wearing something that doesn’t look protective or plausible for the wastelands. He seems like an anomaly almost, he feels too out of place. He looks around slightly before spotting you. You wait to see what he does, but he gives a polite smile- though you feel as though it might not be fully genuine. You tsk to yourself, looking him over before raising your voice so he can hear you.
“Are you armed?
He casually holds up his hands to show that he has nothing in them, that he’s unarmed. You can’t tell if he has something hiding in his clothes but you keep your weapon close as you approach.
“You part of a group?”
“Me? Oh, no. I’m just looking for someone.”
You hum, “Oh? Bounty hunter?”
“Not exactly.”
You furrow your eyebrows at his vague answers. The way he talks makes it obvious that he is not from the deep wastelands. Maybe he’s part of the high court or some other group of people that are protected but then again, he’s out here alone. Plus, he has a scar and looks like he may be mutated. He would be kicked out in a second if he was part of a higher group. So maybe he’s been ex-communicated?
“Who you lookin’ for?”
“I’m looking for Invincible.”
You pause, giving him an odd look.
“Who?”
“So you don’t know of him?”
“Nah. Doesn’t ring a bell. Is he supposed to be a big name, cause I know a lot of big names but that ain’t one of em.”
He chuckles to himself, “I would say you are lucky to not know him, but it seems your world is already facing its own challenges.”
Own World?
“Wait, what do you mean?”
“I am Angstrom Levy, I can travel dimensions.”
Before you can even ask questions, he opens up a portal with ease, emanating a bright green hue. You stare in awe, never thinking you would see something like this before. You quickly tear your eyes away and look back at Angstrom.
“And you came to this- uh, here- for this Invincible person? Why? Did he get lost in a dimension?” You doubt that theory a little as he does not seem panicked. Instead, his lip ever so slightly twitches downwards.
“Invincible is a murderer, he killed my son- he ruined the lives of millions across many of dimensions.”
You stare dumbfounded. Well, that would explain why he was looking for him. You have always heard that if you have a bond with blood relatives, you will feel a new intense feeling of adoration for them, wanting them to never be hurt. Having someone take away his son would probably trigger intense rage. You try to grasp at the concept of that intense of an emotion, but you can’t feel it.
“That must be why you’re here. You want to get revenge?”
He stares for a moment, before humming in agreement. He takes in your appearance. You do look odd, but not out of place for the wastelands. You wear a large color with a short chain on it, under it your number written: 047241. Your eyes are heavy, with prominent bags under them as you never feel relaxed and barely sleep. A big backpack stuffed to the brim with supplies you need, causing it to weigh over 100 pounds. Your shirt is a dirty forest green, paired with baggy camo pants. Underneath both your shirt and pants, you have padding underneath to act as a vest to prevent easy targets. Then, the oddest part, you have long, leather gloves on- reaching up to your elbow. He stares at your gloves, and you know what he is wondering. He’s wondering what you are hiding, because it’s even odd to wear this long of gloves in the wasteland.
“What is your name?”
“047241.”
He just stares at you, before huffing out a short laugh. Is your name one that causes humor?
“Are you happy here?”
You stay silent.
“Do you have a home here?”
You stay silent.
“Do you have loved ones here?”
Again, you stay silent.
“What if I can offer you a dimension that will give you the chance to experience all of that?”
You perk up, trying not to show off your excitement too much. However, it’s hard not to when you think of the idea of clean bodies of water, clean air, animals, fruit, sunshine, alive plants and trees, and the possibility of actually meeting and keeping in contact with new people. You have to remind yourself to not show your excitement because you don’t know what this Angstrom could be asking of you.
“What do you need in return?” Your voice comes out rough but you know that he knows he already got your attention.
“Simple, all I need in return is for you to give me updates whenever you hear about Invincible. I need to keep track of him for my… plans.”
“Done.” You say without a moment of hesitation. You can do that no problem, and you get to potentially experience living in a world similar to yours before it became the dreaded wasteland it is today.
“One last thing before we go. Once you get there, about a week and a half from now there may be a catastrophe, I would recommend going into hiding.”
“Can you see into the future too?”
“Something like that.”
“One more question.”
“And what is it?”
“How many days is a week and a half?”
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End Note: Hope you enjoyed this story. This is chapter 1 but it kind of serves as a setup for your character, background, motivation, and powers. This will probably just be shorter compared to my future chapters. I am open to any suggestions you may have for the story!
It has been done!
I made an enemies to lovers bot for Ledge, but I still have to test it out and all
This might be my best work, but we'll see about that🤷♀️
Enjoy!
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You know everyone always wants the enemies to lovers trope where one of them sees the others scar{s} (either caused by them or someone else) and they have a moment ...............until it's Jack Randal and Jamie Fraser
i don’t need my enemies to lovers to fuck no i need them to break each others bones on tuesday and then remember what deadly allergies their enemy has to make sure that they can poison them when they have an “interrogation appointment” on thursday. i will call it domestic violence in a way that they both want it like “yeah i got my brains fucked yesterday” oh i’m sure you did however it’s a grade 2 concussion
Time’s Up (Teaser)
Pairing: Jinx x Ekko
Trope: enemies to lovers
a/n: the timeline will not coincide with the actual cannon timeline; it would be as if they left off in arcane season 2 age-wise.
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“Get out.”
The dimmed lights gave off an eerie glow that made Jinx shiver; but she stayed.
All that was left was his dusty picture on top of the barstool. And memories, of course, but nothing that would ever compare to the sound of his voice, laughter, or kindness. How would she manage now? The Last Drop wasn’t just a mere bar located in the heart of Zaun. It was hub for trade and honest to goodness corruption; it was a humble tavern.
“What’s with the attitude? I just came to give you this.” Ekko spat out as he threw a box on the floor, landing with a thud. He walked out the door, slamming it behind him as he spun around, grabbing the bridge of his nose and growling.
He kicked a rock that was perfectly placed in front of him as he waited.
She’d come out eventually, right?
He took advantage of the rusty wall in front of him and leaned against it, closing his eyes for a moment. He didn’t know what to do; with Jinx, that is. He knew how much Vander meant to Jinx and Vi, and since Vi had already left, she was the one who had been taking care of Vander and vice versa. It was, a sticky situation to say the least. But perhaps what hurt him more was the fact that Jinx didn’t want to talk to him. Nothing new, but it hurt more after Vander’s death.
“I FUCKING HATE YOU.”
Ekko jumped at the voice booming in front of him; he must’ve fallen asleep.
“YOU DID THIS. NOW GET OUT!!”
His eyes scrunched, “What are you talking about?? I had nothing to do with that! It was an accident, Jinx.”
“You can’t just go blaming people because you’re hurt.”
She huffed and walked back inside, slamming the door behind her with a gritty scream.
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I HAVE A FIC IDEA
Guys lmk what you think:
Enemies to lovers
Plot:
Jinx and Ekko are forced to hold down the shop when Vander is killed and have to deal with eachother to maintain order, as to not cause more chaos in Zaun.
maybe???
Do I start writing it???
Enemies to Lovers Energy
❥ "Get out of my way." – "Make me."
❥ "You’re bleeding." – "It’s just a scratch. Don’t get soft on me now."
❥ "I don’t need your help." – "Tough. You’ve got it anyway."
❥ "I hate you." – "Yeah? Then why are you still here?"
❥ "You think you're better than me?" – "No. Just smarter."
❥ "Stop looking at me like that." – "Like what?"
❥ "I’ve had worse partners. Slightly."
❥ "Try not to die, okay?" – "Touched by your concern."
❥ "If you betray me, I’ll kill you." – "That’s fair."
Oh to be a lonely village girl stolen away by a cruel pirate captain but she spares your life and you end up joining her crew and slowly earning her trust over the years and eventually becoming her first mate and lover
enemies to lovers where they really hate eachother but somehow their words have a tint of flirt in it and I'm struggling to find them🙏🙏
Flirty Threats
-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.
"Are you laughing at me?" "Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?"
"Wipe that smile off your face before I do it for you."
"And you think you can get away with threatening me?"
"What made you think you can talk to me like that?"
"Are you still thinking about me? Is that why you're so unfocused?" "You wish."
"You really think you have that much of an impact in my life?"
"Do as I say."
"Oh, you think you're hot stuff?"
"Take a shower, [last name], I can smell you from here." "Care to join me?" "In your dreams."
"I don't think you realize how angry you make me." "Aw, I have that much of an effect on you?"
"Wow, Love. You've really outdone yourself this time."
"Trying out a new nickname, are we?"
🔪the best trope to ever be written🥀
There was an angry mob in my notes demanding an enemies to lovers design
see the others x x x
No cuz I’m not exaggerating when I see a notification in my inbox on Ao3 I literally start giggling and kicking my feet😭😭
Sirius might have hated Remus – but it was Remus who he hated.
Sirius might have hated Remus – but it was Remus who he kissed, whose name he gasped in his mouth when he felt so good he couldn't help it. Remus had never heard a more intoxicating sound.
New chapter:
Yea let’s ignore how inactive I’ve been on tumblr lol, but feel free to check the fic out x
"'Was this…" Remus repeated, fingers pushing the fabric to the side and brushing the exposed collarbone, the sore spot where a purple bruise had started to bloom on porcelain skin. “A mistake?” He put his fingers on it, slightly applying pressure, and Sirius had to bite his tongue to repress the sigh that threatened to come out of his throat. It wasn’t a mistake, he wanted to say, he wanted to say so badly. The words already started to form on his tongue-"
new chapter out:
lets ignore that its been 6 weeks, i moved to spain so lifes been kinda busy lol
"Does it scare you? The thought of being your unapologetic self? Living without the shame of being attracted to men? Of wanting me? Of kissing me again? Are you that much of a bloody coward-”
Sirius couldn’t bear it anymore. He made an animalistic sound in the back of his throat, the heat swallowing him whole, crossing every boundary he’d set for himself, and before he knew it, he’d yanked the pirate towards him and kissed him, because he needed him to shut up and, oh - oh.
- new chapter out xx fic: The Serpent and the Viper
a sneak peek into the new chapter im working on hehe:
Kissing Remus wasn’t gentle. It was teeth and tongue, filled with desperation and hunger for something impossible. Sirius’ breath hitched when Remus bit into his bottom lip, almost drawing blood. “We-” he tried in the short moment they used to catch their breaths, “we shouldn’t-”.
Remus stopped. He kept Sirius in place, one hand on his neck, lips just a breath away from touching. “You're right,” he rasped, and when he looked up at Sirius, his pupils were dilated. “but I’ve always had a taste for the forbidden.”
Ok but what if Remus was a pirate and stole noble Sirius' most valuable possession... So Sirius goes to hunt him down... But then they fall in love
fic: The Serpent and the Viper on Ao3
Hello! If you like dead gay wizards from the 70s, this is for you: I'm the author of "The Serpent and the Viper" on Ao3, a fic centering noble Sirius and pirate Remus. It's an enemies to lovers (and I mean that, because they HATE each other), with lots of tension, hurt and comfort and a deep dive into Sirius' inner struggles. I update every 3-5 weeks and go by whiskeyinamug there too. I'm new to tumblr so I honestly have no idea what I'm doing, but if you wanna support a smaller author of the fandom and read a marauders pirate AU, it'd mean a lot if you checked it out! xx
Metal Family - Dee x Reader:
She Fuckin’ Hates Me
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Summary: y/n and Dee never got along. Both were highly intelligent and competitive students. They always seemed to butt heads, but what neither knew was that they both secretly admired the other's traits, that they simply didn't have. It takes time for them to realise they're more similar than they thought. Dee x Reader
Masterlist
Y/n and Dee were at each other's throats, as per usual. Y/n got riled up easily, while Dee kept his witty, sarcastic remarks cool and collected. That's not to say he wasn't thoroughly annoyed - one more word and y/n knew he'd have a mini outburst, as aggravated people tend to do.
They both knew just how to push each other's buttons, and what the sure signs of victory were, knowing what got under the other's skin.
Anyone would tell you that the two were polar opposites. They would tell you that, past their common academic goals, the two had nothing in common. This wasn't true. They actually had many common interests, but neither ever paid enough attention to notice this, and everyone else only cared about the verbal battles rather than a possible make-up.
Y/n was high-strung and constantly stressed, Dee was calm, stoic, and collected. While Dee had a deep appreciation for art and music, he couldn't make them himself for shit, but to y/n, the arts came naturally as they often sketched and wrote music, playing in their band.
Y/n wanted Dee's ability to keep his cool, to not give a fuck about what people are saying, but not take shit all the same.
Dee wanted y/n's artistic skill, wanted to play instruments and read and write music, wanted to sketch and draw whatever came to mind.
In short, they were jealous of each other, and every time one of them bested each other in their common skill - knowledge, and academics - they took it hard, and personally, only fuelling their war.
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All lesson, y/n and Dee had been fighting for the top spot in class, trying to answer more questions than the other, and trying to finish their work the quickest.
Their teacher was not dumb, and although he encouraged friendly competition, their rivalry had gotten out of hand.
That's right. It was partner project time!
When the teacher had announced a partner project, both were annoyed before they even knew the worst of it. Partner projects were annoying because it meant that they had to rely on someone else to help them get the grade they deserve, or end up doing twice the usual work alone.
It was then that the pre-chosen partners started to be announced... they listened and waited patiently for their names to be called.
It didn't take long for the outrage to settle in once their names were called together.
"Sir! You can't pair me with them!" Dee all but screamed across the room.
"The first and last time I'll ever say this, but I agree! We cannot work together!" Y/n hurriedly chimed in.
They teacher stopped reading off his list, anticipating this sort of reaction. "And why not?"
Dee sputtered for a minute with no good reason other than he didn't like them. It was times like this that y/n's stubborn and argumentative nature came in really handy.
"If you pair us together then our attitudes will clash and we won't be able to get anything done! If you pair with someone we're more compatible with, we're more likely to get better grades." Y/n shot back, fully expecting their argument to win.
They were, however, wrong. "Yes, but my prime goal is to prepare you for the real world. Sometimes you'll get paired with someone you don't like, and you'll have to make the best of it." Their teacher spoke carefully, words already prepared for their backlash. "Besides, you're both very bright students, I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. Now no more on the subject."
Y/n and Dee glared at their teacher one more time before finally giving up and stewing with rage in their seats.
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When the lesson ended, Dee reluctantly went over to y/n. "Do you want study at your place or mine?"
Y/n eyed him cautiously. "Who says we have to study at either? We can always study in the library."
"No, because the library closes sooner, giving us less time. Not to mention, we'd probably get kicked out for screaming at each other after five minutes of work."
He had a point.
"Fine. We'll go to my place after school, meet me outside."
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A/N: ok, I wasn't planning to, but I'm going to make this a two-parter, because it's already longer than I expected. Let me know what you think, and feel free to request!
Hope you have a great day/night,
~ SonofaBeach
If you are so keen on hating me,
Please hate me only in the mornings.
For I know you dream of me every night,
And I would rather slit my throat every single day
than to be a nightmare to you.
Batman Returns (1992) dir. Tim Burton
needing a life changing enemies to lovers fic especially jude bellingham and spencer reid 😭😭
+ i love when the oc is a girlboss or famous likeeee
Enemies to Enemies. And they stay as enemies. There's no loving. No love anywhere in sight. Cupid's gone.
I am someone who enjoys enemies to lovers. BUT! sometimes I wanna see the enemies stay as enemies.
Let me see their utter hatred for one another be the cause for so much lasting damage to their irreparable relationship.
For their banter to be witty, sharp, cutting. Crushing to the soul even.
Bonus points if they knew each other in the past and were the best of friends, proceed to fall out of touch, and then come back to become each other and everyone else's problem.
I feel like this applies to so many characters in shows and movies alike, but people just choose to ship them since there's an appeal with following the hatred with romance afterwards. That's just my personal opinion tho :333(pls don't attack me for it:>)