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"Pining" NICOLANDRIA FIC

Pining: (adj) suffering with or expressing longing or yearning for someone or something.

The villa was quiet, too quiet.

The usual sounds of kissing and heavy breathing in the beds next to Olandria's and Taylor's are now gone, only leaving the quiet sounds of the night breeze on the beaches of Fiji.

Olandria can't sleep, a heavy feeling in her gut not letting her. Deciding to get some much-needed fresh air, she gets up and walks out the room into soul ties.

There she sits with her eyes closed, and listens to the waves crash on the beach, finally feeling free.

"What are you doing here?"

Letting out a gasp of fear, Olandria opens her eyes and looks to where the voice filled with sleep came from.

Nic stood there, in front of her with nothing but his pjs and socks. With a look of confusion and curiosity on his face, he smiles at Olandria and moves to sit next to her.

"Boy, you almost gave me a heart attack, come on now." Olandria laughs quietly, and grabs a pillow throwing it at Nic.

Laughing, Nic catches it and places it under his head as he lays in soul ties with Olandria. "You didn't answer my question"

"I can't sleep," Olandria moves to lay next to Nic. "I think I miss home"

"Do you want me to speak in a southern accent and steal one of Taylor's cowboy hats?"

Bursting out laughing, Olandria can't help but shake her head. "No, I quite like you as yourself." She smiles.

"Oh?" Nic provocatively questions, "You like little old me?"

"Yes, your pretty fun of whatever" Olandria rolls her eyes.

Smiling, Nic brushes a strand of hair from Olandria face. "You're pretty fun too, Olandria"

"Thank you," Olandria can't help but close her eyes with content. Nic can't help but stare at her lips.

"You're... really...pretty" Nic quietly mumbles as Olandria opens her eyes again and smiles. Her big, beautiful smile.

Nic moves closer to Olandria, letting her move away if she wanted too, but she stays put. "Are you nervous?" Olandria quietly asks Nic,

"No" he responds staring at her with his blue eyes.

"Then why are you shaking?" Olandria raises an eyebrow as she takes Nic's hand in her own.

Nic, deciding to trust his gut, moves in and kisses Olandria on the brow, then her soft cheek, "I'm not religious, but I would worship you."

No one but the moon and Olandria heard his small confession.

Finally, he moves in and kisses Olandria on her soft pillowy lips.

Olandria kisses back with as much passion as Nic, which is that of a thousand poets, "You are a force of nature, Nicolas" Olandria can't help but whisper quietly against his lips.

When they pull away from each other, they are breathless and hungry. Nic grabs Olandria's hips and moves her to straddle him, where he continues to kiss her.

They continue on until Nic feels if he's going to explode from emotion. When he reaches that point, he slowly let's go of Olandria and places her laying on her back.

Olandria feels her eyes get heavy with sleep. "We should go back to bed."

"No, I think we can stay here a little longer" Nic begins to softly trace Olandria's arm with his nails, leaving goosebumps in his wake, yet relaxing Olandria to no end.

Soon enough Olandria has fallen asleep, and all Nic can do is stare at her angelic face, heart beating out of his chest.

This looks so wrong but feels so right.

Nic chose Cierra, he likes Cierra, but why has he never felt this way before with her? Olandria is...otherworldly compared to any girl, not only in the villa, but any he's ever met.

Soon seeing the rays of sun rise above the horizon, Nic picks Olandria up, careful as to not wake her and carries her back to her bed where she will wake; confused and hazy, brushing off last night as a dream too good to be true.

But it was true, and Nic remembered everything.

He just wished Olandria did too.

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HEY LOVIESSS sorry no vampire armin update today :(

My friend requested me to write a nicolandria fic so I decided to push back armin until tmr lol

hope u enjoyed my lil oneshot and enjoy tonights love island ep!!

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Vampire!Armin x Witch!Reader (Medieval au) pt.2

Armin was awfully calm...for a vampire surrounded by blood.

He walked through the woods as if he knew the trees by heart, periodically looking back at you and giving a small smile.

Eventually, you make it to a small clearing, and in the middle is a small cabin surrounded by wildflowers illuminated by the moon. The sheer beauty of the flowers giving you a sense of comfort and welcome.

Within that comfort and welcome was a sense of familiarity, as if you've been here before. As if the flowers were welcoming you back after a long journey and the moon was letting you see an old home.

You've been here before, not in real life, but in your dreams.

Armin looks back at you and places his hand on your lower back, leading you to the front door. The long grass reaches your mid claves and tickles your bare feet, the flowers fill the air with a sweet aroma, and you immediately feel connected to the earth beneath you.

"Please don't mind the mess, I wasn't expecting company." He nervously laughs.

It was nice seeing him laugh. He has a nice laugh.

"It's alright, you're hiding me from The Church, I could not ask for more." You look up at him and return his smile.

You reach the front door, and without even touching it, its hinges groan and whine as it opens.

Your shocked face must have been enough for Armin to notice as he quickly explains, "Its magic, you're not the only witch I've come across."

"Oh." For some reason, that made you feel some sort of way. Were you the first witch he's offered refuge to? Or is this a regular occurrence? "Here I was, thinking I was special." You walk past Armin and enter his home.

"Trust me, you are." You hear him mumble behind you, following you inside. "The first witch I helped enchanted this cabin, so that no human may find it. The second enchanted the inside, she made my home come alive." He entered and extended his arm. "Enter, please"

"What do you mean, alive?" You question, entering the cabin; you've never tried brining inanimate objects to life.

"I mean-"

He was cut off when the cabins empty fireplace roared to life, a great fire appearing out of thin air. Two chairs moved from one side of the cabins living room to the other side, closer to the fire. An empty table now holding two mugs with herbs inside. A pot of steaming water appearing next to the mugs not even a second later.

"That." He deadpans. Moving to pour the water inside the mugs. "Tea?"

"Please." You take the mug from his hand your fingers grazing his.

And you are transported.

The lake in front of you is as blue as the sky above you, yet the air around you is heavy with grief.

You take a step and look around, seeing nothing but trees. You take step after step eventually seeing a hunched over figure.

A girl with long hair is crying and screaming as she casts spell after spell pushing them into the chest of...Armin?

She keeps casting forbidden spells, the spells that steal souls from the land of the dead and bring them back to the living, but Armin never lived? Vampires are already dead.

The sheer force of her spells are pushing Armins body deeper into the ground as flowers are forced to grow around him. Not just any flowers though, wildflowers.

Shes sobbing as she yells each incantation; hoping, praying that they work, but only more flowers grow.

The girl looks back and,

its you.

You drop the mug as you snap back to reality.

Your heart is pounding and your confused.

How was that you? It can't be...could it?

"Are you ok?" Armin is quickly at your side. Looking over for any more physical injurys.

"I'm ok, I'm fine" You brush off, but are still feeling uneasy from your vision.

It's not the first time you've had them, but it is the first time you've seen yourself in them.

You've had visions limited times throughout your life, thrice to be exact. The first time being seeing your mother die at the age of 7. She passed a fortnight after your vision. The second was seeing your father pass, and the third was seeing your coven die at the hands of the church. A fortnight after, they burned. You managed to escape three days before and find refuge in a small town where you were able to fake being normal. Until that man reported you.

You've never seen yourself in a vision, much less someone you never knew before hours prior.

Armin hands you another mug filled with tea.

"Here, drink up it will make your headache go away." He nods.

You sniff the tea, not recognizing the smell and take slow cautious sips.

The warm liquid travels down your throat as it immediately soothes your itchy throat and you feel your headache slowly clear up.

"This tea is delicious and works fast, what is it?" You ask Armin, he's now sitting at one of the chairs and motions you to follow.

You sit down as he answers.

"It's a mixture of special herbs that only grow in these woods; it's an enchanted area where a coven once resided in, they left decades ago."

"Where did they go?" You cant help but question.

He just raises and drops his shoulders as he sips from a new mug that appeared on the table. "They were being hunted by the church, I distracted them while the coven got away." He gets up and enters the small kitchen next to the living room. A furnace and a chest, that all that's inside the 'kitchen'.

"Would you like anything to eat?" He questions and opens the chest.

"Do you have chicken?" It had been days since you last ate, and the spells you casted prior have made you ravenous for food.

"Of course," He reaches inside the chest and pulls out a cooked chicken. "Eat as much as you like." He smiles and places the chicken on a plate and hands it to you.

You scarf down the chicken like a starved man as he silently watches.

"I'll draw you a warm bath, you may go when you are finished." He walks away into what you assume is a bathroom.

You don't pay mind though as you eat your food and drink your tea.

As soon as you're done, you thank Armin who has been silently watching and practically skip to the bathroom excited to clean yourself.

Your muscles ache as you sit inside the hot water and scrub your body clean.

No matter how much you scrub though, you can't get rid of the marks each spell leaves on your body.

Whether it be a small scar on your finger, or large red veins along your shoulder, each and every spell you've ever casted, spoke or even whispered has left their mark on you.

You turn as you a knock on the door, covering your body as Armin enters with a towel, covering his eyes.

"I don't want to intrude, but here" He places clean clothes and a towel on a table by the tub. "I promise I can't see anything"

With a small laugh you thank him. "Thank you, Armin. I really appreciate you being this kind"

"Anything for you, my love." He says it so naturally, 'my love'. As if he's been you calling that since the beggining of time.

He doesn't even notice his slip up as he closes the door to the bathroom.

You finish your bath with a smile.

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Thank you to everyone who read my last post and enjoyed it!!

Heres pt2 for the one person who asked lmao

I hope you enjoy this one as much as the last, this isnt the last part I have planned for vamp armin lol

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vampire!armin x witch!reader (medieval au)

"KILL THE WITCH!"

You hear their drumming footsteps echo behind you. The trees blur past you as you run from the angry mob. Your heart pounds in your chest and every breath you take is like fire in your lungs.

You're scared, and rightfully so.

You've seen what they've done to others of your kind, your coven brothers and sisters burned to death for merely living. You've successfully hidden yourself and your magic for years, until you tried to help a little girl with a broken arm, and her father saw you. He went straight to the church and from then on, you've been on the run. You've been going from town to town but somehow, the church always finds you no matter where you are.

"GET HER!"

The scream pulled you back to reality. Your dress is torn to shreds, the tan silk that hugged your body is dirty and stained with mud, and your once long dark hair is now cut to your shoulders in an effort to hide. Your hand and face bloody from the spells you've cast, each one leaving a mark on your body. The physical toll spells take your body is enough to keep most witches and warlocks in check, but you refuse to die in the hands of people far eviler than you.

In your haze of adrenaline and spell casting induced pain, you see a flash of blond. In confusion you stumble but are able to catch your feet, and it causes you to halt. Then you hear it,

The sound of trees swaying in the wind and... nothing else.

Thats the scary part.

The once ravenous mob of angry priests and church followers now silenced. The silence turns eerie as you look back, yet the only thing you can see are trees for miles. Whispering a quite prayer to your God, you turn around and are met with big blue eyes staring at you with...curiosity?

"It wasn't your God who saved you."

His voice was quiet, nervous almost. His hair fell just above his shoulders and was pin straight, and his face was almost feminine like as he stared.

You stared right back.

"Why were you running from The Church?" His question caught you off guard.

"You know of The Church?" Your question was the first that came to mind. Your feet still aching from the hours you spent running through the woods of the current town your residing in.

"I was there when it was created." Through your headache and ringing ear, his answer registered, The Church was created centuries ago.

"How-"

"Your bleeding, everywhere." He interrupted. You look down and he was right.

Your feet were covered in dirt, and blood. Your hands bloody, scarred and shaking. You feel the steady drip of blood from your nose, and ears. Soon the blood will come from your eyes. A side effect from using too much magic in a short time span.

You look back up and his blue eyes have gone red, and the veins under his eyes have gone dark. His upper lip is semi-pulled back to reveal half of what look like fangs.

Your taken aback as you realize what he is... Vampire.

You've heard of vampires; Being a witch, you've taken it upon yourself to learn of every supernatural creature that has walked this earth. Yet you've never actually met any, other than witches.

You heard the rumors though. While they were spread across different towns, all the rumors originated from the same place, The Church.

The 'devils' that would eat men, women and children alike. The 'harbingers of death' that want to take you and your family to hell to worship their evil lord. You knew it was vampires though. You knew in your heart they weren't all bad, just trying to survive.

Yet you can't help but gasp and stumble back in surprise and fear. The tree behind you stops you in your tracks, but you never take your eyes off him.

He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, his eyes are still red, but the veins disappeared. He gulps and takes a step towards you with an outstretched hand.

"I won't hurt you, I promise" he says with a tiny smile. "I know I look scary, but I'm harmless." He smiles bigger and you see his fangs are gone, now human looking.

While he looks harmless, and quite ethereal, you can't help but mistrust him. He was still a vampire after all, and vampires are known tricksters. Your heart starts pound not out of fear, but anticipation. What will he do now that he's helped me?

"Thank you for helping me, but I have to go now. Before they come back." You start to walk past him, but he stops you by stepping in front of you.

"Your hurt and need help. I can offer you a place to stay with food and water, you may leave when you want to." He said with confidence, then with a smaller voice, "I don't want to leave you alone out here."

"Thank you really, but The Church always finds me, and I can't put you at risk as well," You try to reason but all he does is shake his head and grabs your hand. "Please Sir, I don't want you to be in the same predicament as me."

"The Church won't get as long as you're with me, trust me." He smiles again and his blue eyes return, pulling you in like a magnet.

"My home is not far away from here; we can get you cleaned up and you can tell me why you were running." He begins to walk in the direction you were running towards.

"My name is Armin; it's a pleasure to meet you"

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Chat do we like??? its my first time writing something like this

lmk if I should make a pt2!!!

ty for reading love you!!

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Girls be like "I needed this", and it's just a slow morning, an ice coffee, a book and some sunshine.

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CRACK FRATBOY EREN

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nerd armin 🤓

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Ik he was suffering 😭😭

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HALLELUJAH

lord take all of their suffering & give it to criston cole