#always-themself-nevermore

[caracello]

i;ve been thinking about a jedi nevermore au and i keep thinking abouttt. how ani would see them i do think he'd get very attached to the point of being overprotective? bc i think younger ani would see nevermore being unable to talk and think he has to take care of them LOL. i think padme helps even it out though bc nevermore and padme become very close.

#in my mind nevermore isn't rly allowed to leave the temple bc they're so unstable and padme and ani always help them sneak out. #yoda's working with them to help them gain more control over their visions but ithink just by the nature of nevermore's connection w the- #force it's a slow go. so until they can handle themself better its a kind of safety measure. #but also they want to run around because theyre like 19 #.txt #i think it still ends basically the same way ani is just mad at nevermore for a while because they knew it was going to happen.

[maybankswhore]

mastermind , xavier thorpe.

pairings: xavier thorpe x reader

“what if i told you none of it was accidental and the first time you saw me , nothing was gonna stop me?”

“what if i told you i’m a mastermind? and now you’re all mine , it was all by design.”

summary: xavier knew he wanted you from the moment he saw you— and he always made sure to get the things he wanted.

Xavier remembered the first time he saw you.

You were wearing your favorite outfit , one he had seen you wear plenty of times now , and you were clutching a stuffed animal in one arm and holding cotton candy in the other. With a bubbly smile on your face , you followed around your friends , soaking in the scenery of the carnival and grinning ear to ear. ( You really loved carnivals. )

He hadn’t seen you before. You didn’t go to Nevermore , and he wasn’t too fond of Normies. But there was something about you that seemed so different. It sounded cliche , but something clicked inside of him when he first saw you. You were beautiful , and you looked so sweet and innocent. He wanted to know you , who you were , what you liked. He wanted you to think he was just as attractive as he saw you. God , did he want you.

With his hands stuffed in his pockets , he huffed when you strolled on out of sight. The carnival was packed and he knew he’d look weird just watching around for you the entire time. He also knew , he didn’t want to approach you in front of your friends. He wasn’t particularly fond of them— just you.

He tried getting the image of you out of his head. It was just one girl , he kept telling themself. There’s more out there , don’t bother.

He played a couple games with Ajax , chatted with Wednesday , and still nothing turned his head the way you did. Nothing interested him enough to want to stop thinking about you.

“Bro you’re hot.” Ajax scoffed. Xavier bashfully admitted to him what his problem was after looking so irritated that past thirty minutes. “You make art come to life. Literally.”

“Okay and what if she’s like a super cunt who only dates guys like Tyler Galpin?” He borderline whined , hating that he cared so much.

“Then she’s a cunt so why would you wanna be with her still?” Ajax pointed out.

Xavier nodded , knowing Ajax was right. Maybe he was scared of finding that out— having the already made image of you tainted by a scornful tongue or an upturned nose.

“She seems to like Enid.” Ajax cut in , nodding over towards the blonde talking excitedly to you. You talked to her grinning , showing her the piece of jewelry Enid complimented you on.

Xavier watched the two of you closely , his eyes lightening up as Enid handed you her phone. He silently prayed you were exchanging socials instead of numbers , so he’d be able to find you later.

When you turned your phone around , showing Enid you had followed her , Xavier grinned excitedly.

“Gotcha.”

“what if i told you none of it was accidental and the first night that you saw me , i knew i wanted your body? i laid down the groundwork and just like clockwork the dominos cascaded down the line.”

That night Xavier laid in his bed and searched up Enid’s Instagram. Social media wasn’t really his ‘thing’ but he had an account just to be nosey every now and again— and luckily , it came in handy.

He wasted no time in searching through Enid’s followers until he found you. It took him about twenty different people , but then , finally , your profile picture was a photo of you in the woods. A huge smile on your face as you stood there with your arms wide open , eyes screwed shut.

Shamelessly , Xavier stalked you as far as your Instagram would go. He was in awe at your photos , how artistic some of them were compared to the pretty selfie’s you’d take. There wasn’t any sign of another significant other in your life , which made a proud smirk appear on his face.

He followed you , and turned his phone , ignoring the excitement bubbling in his stomach.

Then the next morning , as soon as he woke up , he saw you had followed him back. And he smiled.

The next time he saw Enid , he grabbed her arm and pulled her off to the side , stuffing his hands in his pocket nervously. “So. . .”

“You wanna know about Y/N.” Enid cut to the chase. “Ajax ratted you out to me last night! He said you couldn’t stop talking about her. Xavier that is so cute! You guys would be the perfect couple.”

Xavier made a mental note to tell Ajax about his blabber mouth as he flushed , rolling his eyes. “Calm down. I just wanna know if , you know , she’d—”

“She’s not like the rest of them , I promise.” Enid cut him off excitedly again. “In fact! She’s sneaking in me and Wednesday’s dorm tonight.” She smiled proudly , “you and Ajax should come by.”

Xavier smirked. “You know , I’m surprised at how little work I’ve had to do to score this.” He admitted , thinking he’d have to go on the wild hunt to find you somewhere’s in town.

“Maybe you’re not the one trying to score.”

“you knew i was a mastermind and you’re mine , and all you did was smile. ’cause i’m a mastermind.”

Enid was finishing up your hair as you checked it subconsciously in the mirror. “And he asked me about you?” You already heard the story a million times , you just wanted to hear it again.

You were practically leaping with joy when Xavier had asked to follow you. You caught his attention. Finally. You wore your favorite outfit , ran around the entire carnival looking silly , just hoping he’d come up to you.

You were a bit disappointed when he didn’t , but when Enid texted you saying Xavier was asking her about you— you were ecstatic.

Wednesday rolled her eyes at the same question she’d been hearing for the past hour. “Do you suffer from short term memory loss?”

“I just don’t want to assume he’s into me but really I’m just being delusional.”

“Didn’t you say he followed you.” Enid tried easing your overthinking.

“Yeah but—”

“Which means he was looking for it because he didn’t know your name before!” Enid clapped excitedly. “I love love.”

“Love makes me want to operate on myself while I’m wide awake.”

Wednesday’s comment was left uncommented on because a knock on the door interrupted the conversation.

Your stomach was in knots and Enid gave you an encouraging smile as she went to open the door. You immediately felt shy , unsure of what to do or say.

“Y/N’s already here!” She almost squealed , moving away to let them walk in.

Xavier’s eyes immediately fell onto you. You sat on Enid’s bed , with your hands in your lap for comfort. The way you looked at him made him grin , nodding up at you. “Gonna introduce me , Enid?”

Enid giggled and you stood up , smoothing down your clothes and walking up to him.

“Don’t you know her already?” Wednesday’s monotonous voice spoke up. “You followed her Instagram.” She said simply , not looking up from her place on her own bed , reading.

Xavier’s cheeks went red with embarrassment as Enid giggled and Ajax laughed. You even chuckled a bit , finding his red cheeks and the way he scratched the back of his neck endearing.

“Well yeah but—”

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced.

“So it seems.” Xavier laughed. “In the flesh.”

You were two caught up in his big green eyes to answer. His face was definitely something to look at. Every feature just fit him perfectly , his voice and demeanor. You were smitten.

“I think me and Y/N are gonna go off on our own.” Xavier told the others without looking away from you , his heart beating so fast.

“Already?” Enid whined. “You just got here.”

Xavier looked at you questionably , cocking his head to the side with a smirk.

“Yeah–” you broke the stare to glance towards Enid briefly with a sympathetic smile. “We can all meet up later?”

“God , I hate teenagers.”

#xavier thorpe fluff #xavier thorpe x reader #enid x reader #xavier thorpe imagines #taylor swift #mastermind #wednesday #xavier #thorpe

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Can I have xavier x vampire!reader where xavier really wants her to bite him and feed on him? pls thank you

I’ve been trying to post this for a few days, but there’s an extreme cold snap in Canada and it's making the arthrosis in my hands/fingers more sensitive and aching, which slows my writing... 

Warnings: mention of blood (is that a necessary warning?)

my taglists are here + you can requests here at any time

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You were making your way through the library when Xavier pulled you aside by the arm to talk in private between two shelves.

‘’If this is how you flirt with girls — dragging them into a dark corner —, I'm not surprised you don't have a girlfriend, Thorpe. Your technique is giving psychopath vibes, you might want to revise it.’’

Xavier ignored your jab and let go of your arm. ‘’Since when do you speak to Rowan?’’

‘’Since when is who I speak to any of your business?’’ you fired back.

‘’Your eyes are red,’’ he pointed out.

During the day, you had concealed them behind a pair of dark sunglasses. They were mostly to protect your eyes from the burn of the sun, but you also used them to conceal your hunger to the others. Even in a school full of outcasts, bright red irises were difficult to miss.

The sun was down now, so you had taken them off. You should have kept them, but the weight of the day was on your shoulders and you couldn't care who saw your red eyes. You weren't the only vampire at Nevermore — everyone knew what red eyes meant.

‘’Is that why you were talking to Rowan? You were flirting with him to try and lure him into being your blood bank for your next feed?’’

You pulled your eyebrows at the ridiculousness of his words. ‘’What? I was not flirting with Rowan.’’

‘’But you do need to find someone to feed on.’’

‘’My vampire needs are none of your business,’’ you hissed, terminating the conversation.

The next morning, you woke up more irritable than the day prior. More hungry too.

It was difficult to focus in class, your body screaming for blood. You even had to hold your breath during botany class, the delicious smell of your table partner’s blood calling at you and making it difficult to control your bloodlust. Pouncing on your table partner’s jugular in the middle of botany class was not appropriate behavior.

When lunch came around, you asked Yoko if she knew any feeding banks in Jericho. Unfortunately, there was none. She suggested hunting outside the school’s woods — there were deers, rabbits, and other small animals —, but your body was not receptive or fast enough to catch a prey.

Another day passed — you were getting weak. You were so weak that you couldn’t sleep last night. You didn’t attend your classes either.

The lack of feeding severely weakened the body, the same way a human body would if they didn’t get enough nutriments. Although their diet was different, some — small — things were the same. That weakened state also made you more vulnerable to vampire hunters. Fortunately, there wasn’t any around Nevermore.

Using all of your remaining forces, you pulled yourself out of bed and attempted to catch a rat. There was some around Thornhill's greenhouse, they should be easy enough to catch. But you failed miserably and ended up collapsing by the greenhouse, weakened by the blazing sun.

If your mother would see you, she would say you were an embarrassment to your kind you were. A vampire of your age should know how to take care of themself. Should know when to feed and be able to fend for themself.

You stayed there for hours, hidden in the shadows, feeble and powerless. Ms. Thornhill always came to her greenhouse at night. Perhaps she could help you then?

Much to your dismay, it was not your favorite teacher that found you, but the last person you wanted assistance from. He was heading to his art shed after class when he found you sitting by Thornhill’s greenhouse.

You cursed under your breath as he stopped in his tracks. You didn't want Xavier Thorpe to see you like this, weak and sickly. He kneeled down to your level, growing deeply concerned. Your sunglasses were covering your eyes, but Xavier knew they were still red behind the dark lenses.

‘’Do you have a dying wish?’’ Your head tipped forward heavily as if you were going to pass out. ‘’You need to feed.’’

If you hadn’t been so weak, you would have given him a snarky come back.

‘’Unless you are secretly a pro hunter and can catch me a rabbit—’’

‘’There’s me,’’ he blurted out.

You shook your head in earnest. ‘’I'm not biting you.’’

It would solve your hunger, but biting someone at this level of starvation was dangerous. It's easy to lose control and take too much. If you take too much of his blood, he would pass out. Or worse, die.

‘’If you don’t, you’re gonna die and I’m not letting you die,’’ Xavier insisted, loosening his tie and undoing the first buttons of his uniform shirt.

His neck came into sight and you could hear the blood pumping inside Xavier’s untouched jugular. You gulped, forcing yourself to look away. ‘’I could kill you.’’

‘’I’m trusting you not to lose control.’’

‘’It can get messy.’’

‘’Don't care.’’ His green eyes crossed yours, showing you how fucking serious he was about this. About wanting this. ‘’Do it,’’ he said, tilting his head and waiting for you to take him, to bite him.

You flicked your eyes down to his jugular again — your stomach tightened. Foreign to the feeling, a soft gasp left Xavier's lips as your fangs sank into his skin, piercing the vein of his neck. You felt the blood flood your mouth, tasting heavenly on your tongue. You held back a moan. Was it simply because you were starving, or was it Xavier's blood that tasted differently — that, you didn’t know.

Xavier felt the pressure as you sucked, easy at first, and then a little more desperately. He tipped his head back farther, trying to arch his neck more, to give you more room. Blood spilled down his neck, staining the collar of his white shirt, but he didn’t seem to care.

You tugged sharply at his hair, pulling him closer to your mouth while you suckled his blood.

Aside from the objective pain, Xavier felt an euphoric rush from the bite. Lights had flashed behind his eyes as fire had raced through his body. He never felt more alive.

Despite how pleasurable it was for both of you, you retracted your fangs from Xavier’s neck before you took too much. You licked the wound to help the blood coagulate and let go of him, enough satiated. You could’ve taken more, but you didn’t want to risk it.

‘’You’re gonna feel a little light headed for a few minutes,’’ you warned your blood giver.

Xavier blinked, feeling himself losing balance. He sat beside you. ‘’Holy shit.’’

Your tongue darted out, licking a smear of blood from your lip. ‘’You good?’’

He hummed in response, still feeling the high from the bite.

Minutes passed as the both of you recovered in silence. Your strength was starting to return, the blood you just drank finally taking effect.

The wind had risen, making the leaves rustle. You glanced at the sky, seeing it beginning to darken. Ms. Thornhill should arrive soon. She couldn’t see you like that — all bloodied.

‘’We should move,’’ you said. ‘’And clean up.’’

Xavier agreed. Your lips and chin still had traces of blood. Although he found it really hot, you couldn’t go back to the academy looking like that.

‘’Let’s go to my art shed. It’s not far and there’s water and rags to clean up.’’

You followed Xavier's lead, your steps a little slower than usual, and stopped before a small wooden shed. It looked abandoned and old — it probably was.

‘’Is this where you take the girls you want to impress? Because it looks like a psychopath’s kill den.’’

A small smile cracked on his lips. Xavier undid the lock and opened one of the two barn doors, waving his hand to let you in first.

You smelled the paint and other art supplies before you saw any of it.

You heard a small click and the room came to light. Dozens of canvas of various sizes, sketchbooks and graphite drawings, and a tall easel. In the back, there was a long table with pots of brushes messily lined up - there were more dirty than clean ones. Countless tubes of paints were scattered in all corners of the room, some of them uncapped and likely drying. The trash basket beside the easel was overflowing with paper towels, paper and empty paint tubes.

‘’Nice paintings,’’ you said, looking at the monster on one of the massive canvases.

While you were admiring the paintings, Xavier was looking for a clean-ish rag. There was a bit of paint on this one, but it'll do the job. He also grabbed the water bottle he forgot last night so you could wet the rag.

‘’Here.’’

You thanked him.

There was no mirror, so you tried your best to clean your face.

A few steps away, Xavier was taking off his uniform layers. The bite had stopped bleeding, but the mess of blood and soiled fabric had dried and was now stuck to his skin. He winced as he took off his shirt, the area sensitive.

Although it was barely audible to the human ear, you heard his sounds of pain and turned in Xavier’s direction. Your eyes trailed down to his neck where the blood was dried and guilt filled you. He looked like he got attacked by a wild animal.

An animal with sharp fangs and a thirst for blood.

You discreetly watched him in silence, the rag still in your hand, and drew your lip between your teeth. You wanted to pounce on him.

‘’You missed a spot.’’

You snapped out of your staring. ‘’What?’’

Xavier stepped closer and took the rag from you. ‘’Here.’’ He tipped your chin to get a better angle and gently cleaned the blood you had missed. His eyebrows were pulled together in concentration and you could feel his breaths feathering your skin every time he exhaled.

He lifted his gaze and your eyes locked for a second — green meeting red. You tried your best to ignore the way his breathing had picked up and how his mouth was no more than half an inch from yours. His hand stilled, and he closed the distance between your lips.

You moan into the kiss and Xavier let go of the rag to cup your face, the kiss quickly turning desperate and hungry. His tongue was already in your mouth, gently caressing yours. He could taste the unpleasant metallicity of his blood, but he didn't break away.

Before today, making out with Xavier Thorpe was never something you had thought about. You found him snobbish, annoying and nosey. But now, his hands were on you — all over you —, and although your body temperature was of cold nature, you felt like your skin was on fucking fire.

Your left hand slowly trailed all the way up his back until you were touching the back of his neck while your other glided up his bare chest. You felt the envy to sink your teeth into him again, but before you could make a move, Xavier broke the kiss with a displeased groan, unlike you, needing oxygen.

His eyes never left yours as he ran a hand through his hair, out of breath. They were burning with desire. ‘’This vital need for oxygen is a curse.’’

A light chuckle left your lips. You grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him again.

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#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe x you #wednesday #wednesday imagine #xavier thorpe fanfic #this is almost 2k oops

[v3nusxsky]

Hello hello helloooooooo! I'm not sure if I requested this already but this had been stuck in my mind for a looooooong time.

Larissa x Reader but like Larissa and Lucifer is the same person. While Reader is also a fallen angel, not as high in position like Lucifer but a fallen angel nonetheless. Then reader's disguising themselves, afraid to be caught.

But Reader couldn't handle the overwhelming feeling of being thrown out plus the physical pain of disguising themselves brought (Maybe their wings hurt so much from unused). Then Larissa notices, and comforts reader.

As always, thank you!! I hope you're having a great day, if not then that's fine. I wish you well. 💗💗

- 🦝

Broken down| H&C

*Authors note~ if this is atrocious and doesn’t make sense then I’m sorry truly but I’ve had a car accident in my practice today so I’m sore and I’m on some pretty good meds*

Trigger warnings~ none?? Homophobia?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Lucifer can never forget the day they fell and all the physical pain it took of there wings being torn from their body, leaving them broken down and bruised. The shame they felt for not being good enough, to actually be forced down with the mortals was one of the worst things that could happen to an Angel alongside losing their wings. Thankfully they didn't take the innate shifting abilities they processed which allowed lucifer to disguise themself as Larissa Weems.

The next angel to fall was yourself, apparently gods love everyone rule didn't count to angels. No the fact you weren't attracted to men seemed to be an issue and for that you were punished in a similar way to Lucifer in the mindset of the sinners would be surrounded by his loyal followers and be corrected on your paths. However once you've fallen there's no going back so to you it seemed pointless. You could just reinvent yourself no one would have to know what happened to you now.

Upon finding Nevermore you truly felt at home. You were shown around by a perky blonde and a seemingly depressed raven haired teen. They appeared to be a couple based off the kiss the blonde gave the other teen before dashing off to a class. The tour ended at Larissa's office and you were truly feeling like you were in the right place here. What you weren't expecting was for the blonde principal to be gorgeous. Her tall yet still curvy figure had you practically drooling over your new boss.

For the first few months it was all okay, you managed to keep your disguise up and only relishing yourself from it when you knew you were alone. But that alone time decreased when you began to spend more time with Larissa due to developing a crush on the woman but it sucked to know she didn't know your secret. And if it came out how would she react to the news. You knew it wasn't frown upon on earth but you didn't want the title of fallen Angel to bother the blonde woman.

The day it came out, was the six month anniversary of your fall. Your wings were practically burnt as you fell, and today the sensations were just too much for you. Where you'd normally tuck your wings in an attempt to disguise them felt agonising for you. The irritation of the skin around the base only adding to your discomfort and reminding you of why you fell. The disgust and shame he told you that you should feel. It all made today that much more uncomfortable and unbearable for you. It was only natural you wanted to hibernate and wait the agony out. But of course your girlfriend would notice your absence.

After school hours Larissa found herself stood outside of your door, contemplating if she should enter of not, after all you could've emailed her if you needed her. She knew you knew that fact. But the muffled cry of pain from you had those thoughts abandoning her mind. The sight of you broke her heart and reminded her of when she fall too. Now adopting to be Larissa Weems that life of hers was gone, having fully transitioned the only remaining reminder was the scars where her wings once were.

"Oh y/n" she whispered approaching you carefully. "Ris it hurts I'm sorry I know I'm bad but it hurts please Ris please help make it stop then I'll leave" you mumbled out in a pained rush. "Shh darling you're not leaving it's okay. I knew what you were when you arrived. I can help darling, let me help you" she soothed gently and watched as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place in your beautiful mind. "Luci?" You whimpered causing the blonde to nod.

Tears immediately sprung into your eyes as you threw yourself into her arms. "You knew?" You sobbed and the blonde nodded. "Why do you think I fell love?" She mumbled kissing your head gently. "Because of me?" You hardly got out all choked up by the emotion. "Because of you my darling because I knew I loved you and they don't like that too much especially Samuel." The explanation made so much sense, how your Luci disappeared and didn't give any reason as to why they left you.

"Help Luci please hurts so much" you whimpered nuzzling into Larissa's body. "Luci? Or Ris?" You mumbled confused. "Luci for you my darling girl? Larissa to everyone else okay", you offered a nod of understanding and that's when you felt it. Her long slender fingers gently rubbing and soothing the base of your sore wings. A happy mewl left you at the soothing sensations she was providing. "Let them out my love."

You immediately tensed up, you knew what they looked like. "LuLu, they aren't pretty" you whispered. But with one look from her you allowed your wings to spread to their full capacity. "Oh my darling what did they do to you" Larissa gasped before running her fingers over the edges of your wings. "Lulu make it stop" you whimpered, "help me do what you did." Safe to say after a few days where the pain faded back to its usual limit you and Larissa, your Luci, made plans to fully commit you to the human life.

Word count~ 1039

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #larissa weems #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa x y/n #larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #weems #weems x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer sandman #🦝 anon

[streamat4am]

Writing prompt if you will, when ever you got time.

For t&t au Enid being possessive of Wednesdays time during the day. Hating the time spent away from her, hating the people surrounding Wednesday the usual. And maybe she takes care of that possessiveness during the night 🫣 by making sure that Wednesday knows that she’s hers and hers alone?

Also congrats on making the new blog 🎉 I can’t wait to see everyone’s ask/reactions!

I gotchu!

Tags: fluff but don't be fooled bc Enid is still a possessive freak, usual smut NSFW things, over stimulation. Slight ooc Wednesday etc

Think of this as when they're finally something in the au

No beta bc we die like Enid's morals in this au

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Wednesday is beautiful, that's a fact.

Others would describe her as a lovely poison that they think they can handle. Most of the time, she is a prize they can never have.

Wednesday is intoxicating, so Enid understands why so many are attracted. It's hardly surprising with the amount of attention she grabbed with evacuating the students and slaying a pilgrim. Her lil hero, she teases and Wednesday will roll her eyes yet still relax in Enid's hold.

She's pliant like that.

Besides, Wednesday is gorgeous and anyone with two working eyes can see that.

Her dearly roomie is such a pretty lady when walking with Enid to class. Always so prim and proper with her uniform and back so straight. She's beauty, she's grace and she always makes the cutest of faces when Enid sneaks in a peck or two when it's the two of them.

The lovely dear never fails to freeze for a moment, like a rabbit caught by its ears and oh it tempts. Then Wednesday's eyes soften in a way that it makes Enid sheath her claws and she gets pulled into a peck of her own.

It never fails to be sweet, knowing that she has everything she ever needed in arms distance.

But sometimes, people don't know when to keep their hands to themself.

It wasn't exactly shouted to the world that they were a thing but Enid thought it was quite obvious. The jacket Wednesday wears is still soaked with her scent, the mark that showcases that she's Enid is still a raw red so what is she doing wrong?

Ah.

It clicks and the answer is so obvious it has her face palming.

They aren't werewolves so clearly they wouldn't know better. They can't see the way they're bonded either, not with the way the nevermore collar shielded it from sight.

It's standard procedure to stay clear of a recent mated pair. The relationship is too raw, studies say. Don't want to risk a feral werewolf doing something it might regret simply because a threat came walking in, others joke.

Except, no one knew that they were a mated pair. Werewolves mate with werewolves after all but there were rumors and people in nevermore knew better than to get in Enid's way.

But there were a few exceptions, one of them being Wednesday's childhood friend and transfer student for past two weeks; Joel.

Enid frankly stopped caring about him the moment her teeth sunk into that pretty skin. She forgot he even existed until he walked up to the table this morning actually.

He was practically a normie boy, what harm could he do? She thinks. Thinking back on it now, maybe she got a bit carried away with the way she treated him. Maybe he was in the same boat as Eugene?

Tyler was practically a normie boy too, it whispers. Didn't stop him from getting close to Wednesday, did it?

The image has Enid pausing.

She's better now, she cannot just go ahead and throttle a guy because he had too much resemblance to her mate's ex.

She isn't so insecure.

But then Enid turns to say hi, because she's a new person now and everything is better because she is the one with Wednesday not hi-

Joel is leaning too close.

Close enough that she has no choice but to be assaulted by the bitter taste of medicine and alchohol. So a noise builds up from her chest in retaliation.

A growl.

The two of them pause in their conversation and Enid? Shes aware that this is the loudest and most vocal she has ever been about Joel. Because Wednesday is her own person, she can have her own friends and Enid doesn't have the right to dictate that.

But that's not true is it? Wednesday is hers.

She gave herself that night.

Her mate bared her throat with the loviest of gasps escaping those lips and Enid knew very well what such actions meant.

Enid isnt a pup.

She doesn't throw her hands all willy nilly nor does she shout, instead she coughs and plays it off because she's supposed to be caring. Their relationship is too new, too raw and Wednesday enjoys her independence.

Enid doesn't want to think of what will happen if Wednesday thinks of her as a cage instead of a den.

Wednesday is gorgeous, Enid knows this. Wednesday is hers and Enid knows that too. Ofcourse other people will notice something they can't have, ofcourse they'll still try to reach over and take but this is why she is here.

She's there to make sure that they know who belongs to who.

Enid is there to remind Wednesday that even with all the people she dares let in to her life, her wolf will be right there no matter what.

Besides, they can bask in the image Wednesday puts out in the day because at night? When it's simply the two of them?

Enid smiles, curling her fingers inside the heat inbetween Wednesday's legs.

Only she can have this.

Her pretty thing gasps onto the pillow, her eyes drooping into something thats half awake and something else.

"Enid," Wednesday tries to speak but it's hard to talk when a palm grinds against her clit and those fingers sink deeper and deeper. Her darling has always been so sensitive and the wolf can't help a pleased sigh from leaving her lips when Wednesday grips at her wrist, those blunt nails digging onto her skin.

"Enid." it sounds like a warning or maybe she's begging, the line blurs when she sounds so intoxicating either way.

But Enid slows because her dear simply hints it so. Wednesday is warm in her hold, positively overheating and when she lays her head onto her sweet's shoulder from behind, Enid sees the way her dear tries to compose herself. It's adorable, the fact that she squeezes her eyes and thighs shut at the same time. Absolutely lovely to know that only Enid has seen those flushed cheeks and messed hair.

She did this, no one else.

Enid kisses at mating mark, it stopped bleeding long ago but she is tempted to open it once again, drunk on the memory on how Wednesday siezed in her hold. It seems like her beau remembers too because her grip turned lovely when the wolf noses at the wound, the choked noise that spills out of Wednesday's lips tempting Enid to simply sink her teeth in once again.

"finish what you started," she says, her voice cool as a cucumber but enid feels her hand tracing down to push the wolf's own deeper. "Or is this all you can give?"

Enid huffs, aware that she's being egged on as she nipped at the skin on Wednesday's neck. Her dear hums, pushing herself deeper into Enid's hold. Cute, but a part of her stings at the implication of not giving enough.

It's a reminder that despite being such a lovely exception, she's a mortal like the rest.

So like any good hunt, Enid slowly shifts what's hers into a better position. As always, her needy lovely whines when Enid pulls her hands away but after soft reassurances and promises, Wednesday watches with lidded eyes as she's nudged to lay on her back.

Enid places her hands on the band of Wednesday's pants and with one smooth motion, rips it in two.

Wednesday stares, not quite expecting that and before she knows it, she's pulled into a kiss that has her gasping when her wolf's fingers trace lower.

She's going to regret taunting her like that.

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"Enid, Enid wait-" Wednesday sobs and gosh, she must be doing this on purpose because the way she says it has the wolf salivating. Her dear lies like a lovely doll without it's strings, shivering with hair sticking to her face. What was once such determined eyes were glazed over and oh? Is that a tear, she sees?

Enid smiles. She bent down, uncaring of the way that even the slight brush of her skin against Wednesday has the girl tensing as she ran her tongue over the salty tear.

Yes, this is the Wednesday no one else can see.

This is hers, unequivocally.

She is the first to leave her in this state and she will be the last.

"it's okay," Enid whispers and Wednesday couldn't help but arch into the wolf's soaked fingers, pressing her clit closer and the desperate action has Enid laughing. She really said wait and yet here she is, absolutely impatient.

"just let it out, 'Nes. " a strangled noise escapes Wednesday lips when Enid kisses at the newly bitten wound on her shoulder, running her tongue over left over blood.

"Enid-" Wednesday groans and she jerks her head away, baring more of her throat as the wolf kisses up to her jaw.

"Wednesday," Enid teases, sated yet still craving more as she pushes herself up to admire the sight below her.

It's the first time they've ever gotten this far, the first time Enid has ever seen Wednesday cry actually. If she keeps this up, Enid will get addicted to seeing those eyes wet with tears and nobody wants that.

Unless..?

"this is what you wanted right?" Enid wonders, unbothered by the way Wednesday tried to buck away because when she presses her hand harder against that slick heat, her dearest would grind onto it like some bitch in need in turn. "I need words dear," she coos, watching how Wednesday tries to breath and form words while jerking herself off at the same time.

Enid didnt even need to move a finger and the blond decides that Wednesday looks lovely like this. Desperate, clingy, Needy.

"mm," is the half ass attempt that sighs out of Wednesday's mouth and her hands tighten from it's spot on Enid's forearm.

Enid clicks her tongue, disappointed and begins to pull away.

The reaction is immediate and a whine pulls from her dear's lips when Enid slips her finger out.

"yes!" Wednesday gasps, doing her best to nod her head as she pulls herself into the wolf, her legs trembling. "I want more, Enid please-"

The wolf humms, tracing that lovely marked skin with her free hand. What was once pale clear skin was a canvas filled with blotches of red and more. It would ache for days, Enid made sure of it. Which meant that Wednesday wouldn't allow anyone other than her to be too close.

Good, she counted on that too.

Wednesday jerked at the touch, gasping at the way too light touches and squirming for more.

"like a fish out of water," Enid murmurs and immediately, her nails grew and dug into a thin pressure against that lovely skin. Wednesday threw her head back with a choked moan, coming on Enid's hand once again. She really should've kept count, but the way the bed beneath was absolutely soaked was enough of a counter in her mind.

Enid watches with a curiosity as her dear seemingly came into reality. Those hands that wished and clung for more was now pushing her away. Can you blame enid for pouting and palming that pussy? It was soaked, pulsing so fast that Enid knew that she could handle one more.

Wednesday squeaked, her eyes rolling to the back when Enid pressed her palm against that swollen clit.

"come now Wednesday, what's wrong?" Enid coos, dripping with fake sincerity as those eyes looked up at her. "do you want me to stop? Here I thought you wanted more, dearest. You were begging just a few moments before after all."

"No, I do, just-"

Enid kissed at the tears forming at the corners of Wednesday's eyes. Her roomie's fingers dug deeper into her arm yet they relaxed as Enid began peppering kisses all over her face.

"it's okay, weds. You've been doing so well for me," she murmurs because as much as Enid loves to play with her food, what matters is whether Wednesday had her fun too. "we can stop right now."

They stay like that for a moment, enough for wednesday to try and breathe.

"i," she starts before her hips began to roll against the hand still cupping her core. Her hands move from her arm to up Enid's chest and onto her shoulders. "one more?" Wednesday whispers against Enid's lips, her fingers tightening like she was trying to grab onto the railing that can keep her from crashing into the ocean.

The wolf huffs at that, making sure to bring Wednesday into a kiss that has Enid smiling as she pulled back her hand and brought it down with a muffled smack. The moan that's gasped into her mouth has Enid delighted.

Wednesday trembles and her hands stay digging onto Enid's shoulder when she slips her fingers in. Wednesday seemed better now, more lucid as her eyes drifted from looking at the obscene things Enid was doing to her to the sweat that lines her girlfriend's throat.

She was aiming to give a kiss on her neck, maybe a similar mark to what Enid gave her until she felt a rough palm grind against her clit as the embarrassing sign of what they've been doing grew louder.

Wednesday bit down, pulling Enid into her arms until they were chest to chest and her nails dug deep into her beloathed back.

Her clit was tingling with too much pleasure, and it was hot to the touch. How she wasn't crying more than she already was was a mystery to her.

Wednesday notes the way Enid tenses at her bite, letting out a pleased sigh before looking down at the way she takes her fingers.

Wednesday whined because well, it's embarrassing before reaching her end with a jerk of her hips. It's enough to snap Enid out of her trance. "Enid… Mmm, can't n'emore.. "

Enid pulls out, watching with fascination at the way her hand is absolutely soaked before using her other to rub circles along Wednesday's hip. The wolf licks her hand clean before smiling at the way Wednesday looked away, her skin still a lovely flushed red.

"you taste amazing, dear," Enid teases.

Wednesday made a sound. "pleaser," her rough voice says before relaxing into Enid's hold when the wolf grasps at her face and pulls her into a kiss.

"you did just as good, Wednesday," Enid assures and Wednesday sinks into her arms as the blond flipped them over. She can clean the sheets in the morning.

Now? She'll bask in Wednesday lying on her.

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First time doing this so idk wtf am I doing so uhhhhh

Enjoy?

Might delete actually bc Jhdakwka I went way too overboard but do tell me your thoughts

#Tongues & teeth au #Writing #Smut #Taser dude #Wenclair #Enid Sinclair #Wednesday addams

[suckerforcate]

Could you please write a Larissa weems x reader angst/song fic inspired by brand new city by mitski?

R is a famous artist who leaves out of the blue and shows up at Nevermore as the new art teacher? Larissa is a fan of their work and is confused why they chose nevermore and learns they were a former student. R has struggled with their mental health and being in the public eye led to drug use but managed to stay clean for their longest period just before/whilst teaching. This comes crashing down when they are having a panic attack before one on one meeting with Larissa because they are head over heels and think that she couldn't possibly like someone like them back and they think that they are going to get fired because they have no confidence in their teaching so they find their old emergency stash in a jacket pocket and take it before the meeting? This leads to a very concerned Larissa as R are acting weird so she questions them about what's wrong and they spill everything about being into them and about their issues since they are very out of it? Larissa basically just takes care of them til they sober up and holds R as they cry about having ruined everything thinking they 100% have no chance now but in fact Larissa loves them and just wants them to be the healthiest version of themself and is sad they didn't come talk to them about their issues sooner?

What'd you take?

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1953

Warning: mental health problems, drug addiction, relapse, panic attack

A/n: I really hope you like it, I tried to put some of the lyrics into the story. I hope I did alright! <3

Ever since you had been a little child, you had wanted to be a singer. You imagined it would free you from the poor life you had had. Your family never had a lot of money, and you wanted to be able to give them something back. But, turns out famous life isn't that great.

It had been great at the beginning, it felt like a haze. A haze of success and people all around, loving you and your music. But with time you got worse, the pressure that came with standing in the public eye, the massive hate that you received from some people. It overwhelmed you completely, you felt you weren't strong enough. But you had always loved what you were doing, so for quite some time you tried to find ways to withstand the pressure.

Slowly you fell into a serious drug addiction, and while you knew the shit you had brought yourself into, it's hard to stop if you're addicted. In the end your sister had been the one, who pulled you out of the whole you had fallen into. She helped you with quitting the pills and sobered you up.

You didn't plan on going back into show business, the fear of relapse was too great. So you took a little break and searched for a job. It was hard, wherever you applied, people recognised you and made a fuss. You just wanted to have some peace and get away from all the chaos. Your mother actually had the idea, that convinced you.

And that's how you found yourself in the office of Larissa Weems, headmistress of Nevermore Academy.

"Can I just ask, how did you become aware of Nevermore Academy? It's quite unusual for such famous people to apply at a school like ours." You had seen the question roam through her mind since the second you entered her office. As a singer you hadn't used your real name, so the postal apply hadn’t shown Principle Weems who you were. But your face certain had.

"Well, I have been a student her myself, over ten years ago. And I needed some distance from the whole show business. A school in the middle of the woods seems like the perfect match, doesn't it?" To your absolute delight, you got the job. And the day you moved in, was also the day that you had been sober for 200 days. Standing in your own little room in the Academy, proud was the word that came to your mind. You were so proud of you, you hadn't rotten in a whole of despair and addiction, no. You had built up a new life, a healthy life.

That new life was going great. Your students seemed to love you, even though they were a little taken aback the first time they entered the classroom, seeing you as their teacher. But it didn't take them long to recover from the initial shock. You realised you should have probably been a teacher all your life. Yes you loved singing, but this. This healed your heart, it was a passion you had never known to have.

The school and your work there brought you utmost peace and joy and with time you even felt yourself fall in love. While that as itself was wonderful and the most beautiful feeling, it brought a few problems with it. The first and most obvious one being, that you had fallen in love with Larissa. Your boss. Great, right?

At the beginning you hadn't even realised that you were in love with her. You had never been in love, so how do you differ between being in love with someone and just being happy to see them because they're your friend? No idea.

But with time it became obvious even to you. Ian, your favourite colleague had told you a long time before you had known it yourself.

"My god, (Y/n). Don't be so oblivious, you have the biggest crush on that woman." You stared at him in shock.

"What, no! I have not." Ian just grinned, he knew you would realise it yourself sooner or later. In your case it was later. It took you unbelievable long.

But one day you eventually did. You were in the library with Ian and Larissa came over to talk to you. It wasn't anything important, just some things about class. Right before she turned to leave, she looked you up and down and smirked.

"I really like the dress! It makes your pretty eyes pop out." And with that she left, not seeing you blush like crazy. You stared after her, and suddenly you turned to look at Ian.

"Oh god, I'm in love with her." Embarrassed you hid your face in your hands while Ian started laughing so much her had actual tears roll down his cheek. Everyone in the library looked at you, thankfully they hadn't heard your confession though. They just thought Ian was going crazy.

Well that was that.

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The thing with you in general was, that you were very unsure of yourself and extremely insecure in everything you did. You never felt like you were doing good or like you were enough. And that became quite the problem.

It had been a normal day, classes went quite well, and you had already finished some of your work as Larissa approached you. Face not kind and patient as usual, it looked rather displeased and cold.

"(Y/n), would you come to my office in an hour. We need to talk." You gulped and just nodded, immediately leaving for your room. The look on her face made you panic. All of your insecurities overthrowing your rational thinking.

What if she wants to fire me? I knew I was doing a shit job at teaching. I'm not made for this.

Now even the tiniest chance of her liking me is lost. She probably hates me, how could I have ever thought to have a chance with her. Why on earth would she like me?

You felt your mind getting filled with more and more fears and negative thoughts. Slowly but surely a panic attack was arising. You had been so proud of you new, healthy life, and you were more scared than ever to have that taken away from you.

Your breathing got unsteady, and your chest felt tight. It felt like your body was falling in pieces. Legs giving up underneath you, slowly sliding down the door. You held your trembling hand against your chest in hopes of being calmed by your heart beat, just to find your heart racing. It felt like your blood was passing you by. Still breathing ragged, you clung to the jacket that was hung over the chair next to you, and felt a little packet in it. You immediately knew what it was, and you very well knew how stupid this was. But rationality wasn't your biggest strength right now.

So you took the pills, probably the last ones you still had. It had been your emergency pack, even though for a while now you hadn't thought to ever need them again. Still leaning at your door, your breathing slowly flattened no you didn't feel like chocking anymore. The trembling of the hands decreased, and you could stand up again.

Calmed down now, you left your room and went to Larissa's office. You weren't even scared anymore, who cares if you'll get fired?

"Could I have some water?" Larissa found your behaviour to be extremely strange. Your pupils were extremely dilated, you complained about the heat on her office the whole time. It wasn't hot in her office, not at all.

"(Y/n), that's the third glass of water. You have been here for ten minutes."

"Well, apparently I'm quite thirsty. My, It's hot on here Larissa." That was it, this behaviour was absolutely unlike you.

"Darling, are you feeling alright. I'm a little worried about you?" You just looked at her, not really grasping what was happening.

"I just took a little. Really just a bit." That alarmed Larissa, and she immediately rounded her desk, sitting down next to you.

"What'd you take? Honey, look at me." You felt her take your hands and gently stroke over your pulse point. In hindsight, you weren't exactly sure what made you spill. Her gentleness, the worry in her eyes or your absolute despair.

"I'm so sorry. I've taken the pills. I know I shouldn't have, I- I- If you'll fire me, I can understand that but-" Larissa didn't look angry at all, no, she actually cupped your cheek and brushed the tears away.

"Shhh, Darling. Calm down, what pills?" You had a hard time breathing again, but managed to get some words out.

"My emergency pack. I- I ended my career because I had a drug addiction, but I was clean. I didn't- when I came her ... I hadn't for over half a year."

"It's alright, shh. Let it out, my beautiful dove." She pulled you into her chest and let you cry, hearing her heart beat made you calm down, until your breathing was normal again.

"Ok, love. You know I don't want to push, but I'm also your employer and I need to know what happened. Why did you take the pills?" You washed the tears away, even though that was useless as the next were already on their way. Ashamed you looked to the floor.

"I had a panic attack after you told me we needed to talk. I thought the ground was pulling me down. You looked so- so cold and angry. I thought I did something wrong, that you'd fire me, and I was so scared to lose the life I had so neatly built up again. I love this school and my work here, and I love you, and I was scared that you'd hate me and I- wait, no- what did I just say? No- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Larissa just pulled you into a warm hug.

"(Y/n), calm down. Firstly, I didn't want to fire you. I'm so sorry that I made you think that. I just had an annoying situation with a student right before that and was a little on edge. I just wanted to talk about a club, you might like to do. Secondly, I don't hate you. I'm not mad about the pill thing, I just wished you would have come to me earlier. Telling me about your problems and fears. I want you to know that I'm always there for you. Because thirdly, I love you." Your eyes widened. All of your fears and thoughts had been absolutely unfounded. You had just assumed things, and you had misjudged her completely. You started to uncontrollably sob at that.

"Hush, love. Please don't cry. All is well." She gently rubbed your back and held you through it all.

"And please, don't think that you have failed your journey on sobriety. You relapsed, yes. But that's not the end of the world. We'll get you sobered up, and I'll stay with you though it all. And if you have any pills left we'll throw them out. I want you to talk to me in the future, if you ever feel like you'll relapse. Failure is a part of success." You nodded your head against her chest. Thankful for whatever fate, that this woman had become a part of your life.

And she held her promise. She helped you throw away the last pills, she was there for you when it got hard. She truly saved you. She and this school, where the best thing that and ever happened to you

#gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #wlw #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa x reader #wednesday #principle weems #wednesday netflix #wednsday addams

[maximoffswriter]

Looks Can Be Deceiving.

warnings: slight mentions of self harm.

pairing/s: larissa weems x student!reader

genre: fluff/mild angst(?)

summary: reader is burnt out, and has been struggling with their mental health, and the only way they cope is by hurting themself.

disclaimer: this is written in omniscient point of view. ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING IN SUCH PLATFORM AND ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME.

word count: 584

you do NOT have the permission to steal, copy, or repost this and claim my work as your own.

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As a gifted student, y/n's parents expect a lot from them. Straight A's, perfect attendance, and perfect manners. They comply to all those. Well.. they try, but trying to be the best isn't enough. They thought they had to be the best, so did their parents.

Though burnt out, y/n still tries, harder and harder each day.

The principal soon noticed. The tiredness in their eyes that was always plastered with a smile. It wasn't easy to notice, as y/n was such a happy student... or so everyone thought. Their arms, which were usually covered with their sleeves, had scars. Some healed, some new. This is how y/n copes. They say the pain gives the comfort, and a break from the numbness they feel most of the time. "I deserve all the pain." they thought.

Every time someone asks how they're doing, they're response is always "I'm doing good" or "I'm doing amazing!", even when they're not. y/n is also the type of student who'd rather spend time at the library, studying, than eat lunch. This was their usual routine for lunch. Study, review, and read. "I don't deserve to eat anyways." were the words their mind repeats.

Back to present. y/n was speaking with Enid, when Principal Weems called them to their office, they bid goodbyes to Enid, and walked to the principal's door, and knocked. "Come in." Principal Weems' voice called from the inside. y/n opens the door, then enters. "You called me?" They asked, "Yes. I'd like to talk." Larissa's voice was stern yet soft. "Come sit here." She smiles. y/n walks up to the chair in front of the principal's desk, and sat, just as they were told. "What would you like to talk about, Ms. Weems?" They ask, playing with the rings on their fingers. "Well, we all know that you're one of the best students in Nevermore." She started, y/n's anxiety was through the roof, has she heard the false rumors about them sleeping with a teacher to get better grades? 

"I've noticed the look in your eyes, dear." They stare at her, puzzled. "Get some rest, okay? I'll take care of your teachers." She says, almost demanding. "I can't. My parents will be extremely disappointed. I appreciate your offer though." They smile. "Your parents? Are they forcing you to be the best?" She asks, worry laced in her voice. y/n did not know what to say, so they stayed quiet, tears welling up in their eyes, as they tremble. "Love, come here." the principal calls with open arms. y/n comes to Principal Weems, and hugs her, nearly breaking down. Unshed tears makes their eyes glimmer, as the light hits them. "You're safe with me, I'm here." Principal Weems say. With that, y/n crumbles. The tears that were threatening to fall, now do, rolling down their cheeks.

Heartbreaking sobs leave y/n's lips, as Larissa hugs them tighter. Her heart hurts more and more as the student shakes in her arms. "I-I'm sorry, you shouldn't see m-me like this.." y/n stutters, as they try to pull away from Larissa's arms, but Larissa held them tight, wanting to give them the comfort they need. "Shh, stay with me until you've calmed down, love." She shushes them down, and draws patterns on their back. "Principal Weems..." y/n mumbles against Larissa's shoulder. "Yes dear?" She says, voice soft. "P-please don't let go." Larissa smiles at this. "I won't, I'll hold you until you don't want me to anymore." She says, kissing the top of the students head.

#larissa weems imagine #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #maximoffswriter

[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death (Book 1) Chapter Eighteen

Wednesday Addams x Reaper! Reader

Chapter Eighteen: A Good Day for Resurrection

Summary: Laurel has kidnapped (Y/N) and Wednesday, and now the time has come for her to bring Crackstone back to destroy the outcasts of Nevermore.

            When (Y/N)’s eyes opened again, they found themself lying on rough stone ground. They groaned and looked around themself, their body aching and unable to move. Their strength was still stolen by Laurel’s poison. Still, (Y/N) forced themself to figure out where they were and what was happening.

            Chains loops around their wrists and held them close to the wall. Candles lit Crackstone’s Crypt where they were locked up. Near the actual stone coffin, in the symbols carved in a circle around it, jars of the hyde’s, no, Tyler’s victims’ body parts stood. A silver circle rested in the center of the coffin’s stone walls, polished to shine brilliantly in the candlelight.

            (Y/N) groaned and looked in the direction of the exit to try to figure out if they could escape. Instead, they were met with the worse sight of Wednesday manacled to the ceiling, suspended uncomfortably by her wrists.

            Wednesday’s eyes were opening as well, and Tyler, who was helping Laurel put out jars, smirked and walked over. Wednesday’s glare was deadly, full of seething loathing, but Tyler was unafraid.

            “Kind of a deja-vu thing we got going on, huh?” said Tyler.

            “Except I won’t cry and whine like a child,” retorted Wednesday.

            “Tyler, go wait by the boat,” ordered Laurel before they could continue.

            Tyler bit the inside of his cheek in annoyance, but Wednesday had to hold back a smirk. “Yes,” she said. “Listen to your master and be a good little hyde.”

            Tyler narrowed his eyes and intentionally leaned in as he walked away. “You’re not going to be witty once I start tearing everyone you care about apart, or did you forget I have the power here?”

            Wednesday didn’t dignify him with a response but narrowed her eyes as he walked away. Without him in front of her, she could properly take in what was going in Crackstone’s Crypt. Her eyes widened as she saw (Y/N)’s body lying unmoving on the ground.

            Laurel noticed her gaze and smiled. The friendly gesture was a stark contrast to the malevolence in her eyes. “Relax, they’re not dead.” She sighed. “I had to use quite a strong poison on them since they were so resistant to my usual. You outcasts can be so troublesome.”

            To prove to Wednesday that they were alive, (Y/N) forced their eyes open to meet her gaze. Wednesday let out a small breath of relief at the sight. She wasn’t sure what she’d do if (Y/N) was dead. She’d have to kill Laurel and Tyler.

            Laurel laughed at Wednesday. “You know, having you two become friends wasn’t planned, but it does make things easier.” She smirked. “If you try to be clever, (Y/N) gets the consequences.”

            Wednesday narrowed her and seethed. That’s why Laurel had pressed so much about Wednesday and (Y/N)’s friendship. She was figuring out Wednesday’s weaknesses, and she had let too much show.

            “So what, you have to resort to hostages? How unoriginal,” said Wednesday.

            Laurel pouted slightly. “Oh, no, not a hostage. I need them for the ritual. Can’t use the key without making the door first.”

            Wednesday frowned. Those were the same words Goody had used so long ago. “You are the key. The other is the door.”

            Laurel turned back to arranging the jars of body parts into the circle. “I have to admit, that shape-shifting stunt with Weems almost worked. But as my father always said, ‘If you want to outsmart an outcast, you got to out-think ‘em.’ Poor Weems just wasn’t as smart as she thought.”

            (Y/N)’s stomach dropped. Laurel’s words implied the obvious: Weems was dead. (Y/N) didn’t argue with her policies and coverups, but Weems was trying to protect her students. Knowing that she was dead trying to confront the true mastermind was heartbreaking.

            “You know, we have roots that go all the way back to Crackstone’s Crypt,” said Laurel.

            “So you come from a line of psychotic killers, too,” observed Wednesday.

            Laurel’s expression became angry at the insult of her ancestors. “Joseph Crackstone was a visionary, dedicated to protecting normies from outcasts until his life was cut short by your ancestor, Goody Addams.”

            “Good for her,” muttered (Y/N).

            Laurel sent them a nasty glare. “And then, to add insult to injury, they stole his land to build that abomination of a school.” She calmed and became conversational again. “But, throughout the centuries, my family has remained committed to Crackstone’s mission. My brother died serving that cause. I decided to take a different approach. The supernatural.”

            Doesn’t that make you a hypocrite? thought (Y/N). I hate fanatics. No logic whatsoever.

            “Tyler’s been collecting these body parts to resurrect Crackstone,” realized Wednesday.

            Laurel smiled proudly. “The one man who nearly succeeded in eradicating the outcasts!”

            “You can’t wake the dead,” groaned (Y/N), pulling themself up into a seated position.

            “I believe Goody Addams would disagree,” said Laurel, picking up a Book of Shadows.

            “Goody’s Book of Shadows,” recognized Wednesday. “You’re the one who stole the original from Pilgrim World.”

            “It wasn’t enough for Goody to kill Crackstone,” explained Laurel. “She had to curse his soul, too.”

            “What does this have to do with us?” asked (Y/N), narrowing their eyes.

            Laurel smiled. “I have to open the door between life and death. I had no idea how I was supposed to do that, but then I learned that as a child of the god of death, you’re a reaper. You can breach the gap between life and death.” She grinned at (Y/N). “You’re the door.” She looked at Wednesday. “And you’re the key. Your arrival at Nevermore set the wheels of my plan into motion. With just (Y/N), well, I can create a door, but I can’t bring Crackstone back. But with you, Goody’s descendant, I can break the blood lock she placed on the sarcophagus sealing his soul away.” Laurel gestured around her. “And it’s a blood moon now! Everything worked out perfectly! I just had to bide my time, make you feel special, until you were ready to be sacrificed.”

            The amber light of the blood moon shone down through the circular window of the crypt, shining directly on the sarcophagus.

            Laurel smirked. “It’s time.”

            She walked over to (Y/N) and unlocked the manacles from the wall. Using the chain, she dragged them to the sarcophagus as they struggled against her weakly. Wednesday narrowed her eyes and pulled against her chains uselessly. Laurel pulled (Y/N)’s hands up to the silver crest on the sarcophagus. Picking up a knife, Laurel slashed it across (Y/N)’s palm. They cried out, and Wednesday furiously lunged towards them, seething against her chains.

            Laurel pressed their bleeding hand to the crest, and it burned with power, turning red-hot. (Y/N) gritted their teeth and whimpered in pain, trying to pull their hand away. Finally, the crest turned back to silver, and Laurel pulled (Y/N)’s hands away. She tossed them to the side, and they curled up in pain from their hand and the still abating-poison.

            “(Y/N)…” said Wednesday, straining towards them.

            “Your turn,” said Laurel, unlocking Wednesday and pulling her towards the sarcophagus.

            Wednesday struggled to get to (Y/N), but Laurel forced her to the sarcophagus. With another slash of the knife, she pressed Wednesday’s hand against the crest again. Wednesday forced herself to keep any cries of pain down as the crest burned against her and drained her energy. Once it died away, Laurel forced Wednesday to slump in exhaustion against the wall.

            As the blood moon shone down on the sarcophagus, Laurel opened Goody’s Book of Shadows and began the chant to bring Crackstone’s back. As she spoke, Wednesday managed to reach into her shoe and pull out a penknife. Watching Laurel carefully, she fiddled with her manacles to unlock them. Laurel finished and put down Goody’s Book of Shadows, gazing reverently at the sarcophagus.

            The runes beneath the jars lit up as the magic activated. Thunder boomed, and suddenly, the moonlight flashed between amber and bright blue. Electricity crackled through the jars into the sarcophagus. Smoke flowed from beneath the lid. (Y/N) and Wednesday watched with wide eyes as an expectant, excited look came across Laurel’s expression.

            Smoke continued to billow up from the sarcophagus until it was obscured from view. When it cleared, a slightly Frankenstein’s-monster-looking Crackstone stood before them. (Y/N) pushed themself farther away as their strength returned little by little.

            Laurel stepped towards Crackstone. “I am of your blood. I have summoned you to rid the world of outcasts once and for all.” Crackstone extended a hand. Laurel took his hand reverently and kissed his ring.

            “My vengeance will be swift and true,” said Crackstone, his voice scratchy with death but filled with cruelty.

            “As will mine,” said Wednesday, jumping to her feet after she finished unlocking her wrists. She moved to take a step forward.

            Crackstone’s eyes widened as he saw her. He raised his staff, and it pulsed blue with magic, stopping Wednesday in her tracks. “Goody Addams,” he rasped. “You haunt me still. You will suffer the same fate you bequeathed me.” He removed a dagger from his belt. Before Wednesday could even think to react, he stabbed her roughly.

            “Wednesday!” cried (Y/N) as Wednesday gasped in pain.

            “Now burn in the eternal fires of hell,” said Crackstone. He twisted the blade in Wednesday stomach, “Where you belong.”

            Wednesday clutched her stomach and the dagger in it as she stumbled backwards into the wall and slumped to the ground. Crackstone turned his eyes to (Y/N).

            “I’ve already poisoned that one,” said Laurel, eager to please Crackstone.

            Wednesday looked at Laurel in alarm, narrowing her eyes angrily as she gasped for air. “You…said they weren’t dead!”

            “You’re right. They weren’t. But they will be soon,” said Laurel, smirking. She and Crackstone walked on, leaving the crypt. “Sweet dreams!” she called as one by one, the magic in the air extinguished the candles lighting the room.

            (Y/N) and Wednesday were left dying alone in the dark while Laurel and Crackstone left to kill their friends. (Y/N) dragged themselves to Wednesday side.

            “Wednesday…” they said. “Wednesday, you need to stay awake.”

            “I haven’t lost enough blood to do that,” she muttered.

            (Y/N) reached out to lay their hands on her wound. “I can try to help you, and then you can go after Crackstone.”

            Wednesday shook her head and pushed their hands away. “You have a chance if you keep your strength…You could kill yourself giving me strength…”

            (Y/N) shook their head and then groaned. They were still quite weak. “Nope…not dying…I feel like shit though. Apparently it takes a pretty hardcore poison…to kill me.”

            “You…can’t risk it…” insisted Wednesday. She didn’t want (Y/N) to die because of trying to keep her alive.

            “They can,” said a new voice.

            (Y/N) and Wednesday turned sharply to see the ghost of Goody Addams kneeling by them. Wednesday was used to her visions of her ancestor, but (Y/N) was surprised. They suspected they saw Goody because they were a reaper and on the brink of death.

            “Oh, great, you’re here to take me to the other side,” groaned Wednesday.

            “Listen, Crackstone must be stabbed through his black heart,” said Goody. “It’s the only way he will be vanquished now and forever.”

            “Is your spectral vision impaired? I’m dying,” snapped Wednesday.

            “Your necklace. It’s a powerful talisman,” said Goody.

            “My mother told me it’s for conjuring visions,” muttered Wednesday.

            “It is also a conduit for conjuring spirits,” explained Goody. “It will allow me to pass through you and mend your wounds. Then the reaper can give you strength to fight. Just know, once I do, you will never see me again.” Goody glanced between her and (Y/N). “The school needs you.”

            (Y/N)’s hand found Wednesday’s as they readied themself to give her strength. Goody placed a hand over Wednesday’s heart and pulled the dagger from her stomach. Wednesday gasped as it wrenched free. Goody focused, and her body glowed with a golden spectral light. A light smile crossed with a smirk flitted across her face as she dissolved into a ghostly mist and drifted into Wednesday’s body. (Y/N) took a deep breath and let their own life force drift into Wednesday. It weakened them further, but it let Wednesday sit up, alive and strong once again.

            “(Y/N),” said Wednesday worriedly, supporting them as their head spun. “I told you that was too risky.”

            (Y/N) shook their head. “Worth it. You can fight. And I’m alive. I’ll be fine.” They gripped Wednesday as they stood together. “We need to stop Crackstone.”

            Wednesday held them up carefully. “You are in no shape to fight.”

             “I’m recovering from the poison. I’ll be fine.” (Y/N) looked at Wednesday with a fire of determination in their eyes. “I’m in this fight, Wednesday. You’re not doing this on your own.”

            Wednesday met their gaze and nodded. She couldn’t stop them and their resolution. “Can you run?”

            (Y/N) let go of Wednesday and stood. They nodded sharply. “Yes.”

            “Then we need to get to Nevermore before Crackstone and Laurel get to everyone,” said Wednesday.

            (Y/N) and Wednesday didn’t waste another moment. They ran out of Crackstone’s Crypt into the woods. As they ran, they heard the keening howl of werewolves echo around them. They were familiar with the sound, but it was oddly haunting with the circumstances. (Y/N) and Wednesday halted as they rounded a tree and found Tyler standing before them.

            He tilted his head. “Laurel said you were dead.”

            “We’re feeling much better now,” said (Y/N).

            Tyler eyes trailed to them, and he took a step forward. “You’re a pest.”

            “This won’t end well for you,” said Wednesday darkly.

            Tyler looked at them both with cruel determination. His eyes widened, and his clothes bulged as he transformed into the hyde. He roared at them, and (Y/N) and Wednesday back away. He swiped for Wednesday, but (Y/N) pushed her out of the way. Tyler sent them flying across the clearing, and they hit the ground hard.

            “(Y/N)!” gasped Wednesday, running to their side as Tyler went for them again.

            Before he could tear them to pieces, and blur of blonde fur jumped through the air, tackling him to the ground. A werewolf growled at Tyler as he hit a tree hard and snarled in pain. The werewolf, sporting slightly pink hair between the ears, looking back at Wednesday and (Y/N).

            “Enid,” realized (Y/N).

            Tyler threw Enid to the side, but she rolled over and sprung back at Tyler. She was holding him off so that (Y/N) and Wednesday could confront Laurel and Crackstone. They didn’t waste her efforts and ran for Nevermore.

            They ran past the students running away from their school and into the museum of old Nevermore student artifacts. They needed weapons, and this was the only place that had any. Wednesday saw a sword and grabbed it. (Y/N) saw a scythe and instantly picked it up.

            “Are you ready?” asked Wednesday, her eyes narrowed in concentration.

            (Y/N) spun the scythe experimentally. It felt just right in their hands. They nodded. “Ready.”

            It was time to battle Crackstone.

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[swiss-mrs]

EVERMORE: Slayers Club

Dungeon Slayers, or more accurately known as The Slayers Club, is a club at Nevermore, deriving origins from fantasy games and adventure seeking. The club is infamous amongst students, most associating them with paranoia and viewing them as childish, but the club is anything but childish. The club practices and masters multiple fighting techniques and battle strategies. Threat of harm is very real as the obstacle courses created fight back with the uses of magic and mechanics.

The club currently holds 15 members, 13 of which are split amongst three club categories or squads, further divided by Captains and Squires.

Captains: Leaders of squads. Report directly to the Colonel and Monarch. They are responsible for their team members and tasks appointed to the team. Captains are appointed based on skill, experience, and overall ability to lead, oversee, and command.

Squires: Subordinate members of squads. Squires are ranked by skill and seniority, of which are not mutually exclusive but seniority usually determines the level of respect earned within the squad. Every new club member starts out as a Squire, can work up the ranks, and either be appointed or voted into a higher rank.

Senior Squires: Usually the eldest of the Squires within their respective team. Always the most experienced within the team. Senior Squires are next in command following the Captain and look after their fellow teammates.

Survey and Relay

The SnR team is responsible for surveying and assessing battlefields and enemies, collecting data, and relaying information to the between teams. Those who are admitted to this squad are noted to be observant, commutative, agile, and have the ability to retain information easily.

Members Include (In order of rank) :

Meru - Team Captain

Katrina - Senior Squire

Neeva - Squire

Junior - Squire

Strategy

The Strat team is responsible for creating and proposing multiple battle strategies based on the information relayed by the SnR team. Those admitted to this squad are noted to be intelligent, attentive, detail oriented, and creative.

Members Include (In order of rank) :

Josephine Aka Josie - Team Captain

Riand - Senior Squire

Crow - Senior Squire

Jack - Squire

Benny - Squire

Strike

The Strike team, or Strikers, is responsible for leading and executing attacks. They receive the approved strategy either from the Strat team, from the Colonel, or from the Monarch themself. Strikers will always be first into battle, leading the SnRs and Strats. Those who are admitted to this squad are highly skilled in combat, the most skilled amongst all club members, and are known to be diligent, headstrong, protective, loyal. They also tend to be relatively reserved and/or hot headed.

Members Include (In order of rank) :

Armando Aka Arman - Team Captain

Fargo - Senior Squire

Otis - Squire

Darlene - Squire

Colonel

The Colonel is the second in command of Slayers. They are responsible for overseeing all Captains and will step into any role needed, if a role is left unfulfilled or one shall fall in battle. The Colonel is often appointed into power, chosen based on overall skill in all categories. Candidates for Colonel must prove themselves to be worthy of handling multiple tasks and must show exceptional talent and wit. The current Colonel is Dona, a Nevermore senior and older sister of Darlene.

Monarch

The Monarch, or Royal, is the head of Slayers, first in command over all. They are responsible for everyone. The Monarch will assign roles, appoint Captains and the Colonel, assess skills, oversee training, and accept new members. The Monarch has final say on all decisions made and may call on the Colonel for advice or assistance. The Monarch is voted into power by the club members and is chosen mostly based on seniority, personality, and overall influence. Though there is no maximum term sentence, the Monarch status is reevaluated at the end of every semester by the Captains and Colonel. The current Monarch has been in power for five consecutive years. You, a Nevermore senior.

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[streaminn]

Friendly neighborhood poltergeist by rory webly but make it Enid from the streamer wednesday au.

Or, I explain why tf wenclair isn't a thing in the streamer wednesday au despite it essentially mirroring the streamer Enid au with some changes

Instead of being more romantically accepting like how Wednesday is in the streamer Enid au, this Wednesday is seen to be so very uninterested in romantic aspects after what happened with Tyler during her Nevermore years. She openly rejects Xavier and turns the other way when any student comes to confess after what she did so can you blame Enid for thinking she isn't at all interested?

Enid very much believes this, so does her best being the supportive best friend who's In love with her straight friend role

They've gotten comfortable with each other, especially during the more darker events of their school years and thus tend to seek each other out bc of this but none dare say the word love

Too afraid to ruin this peace, to ruin this comfortable hole they've buried themself in

Does it stop them from showing it tho? Nahh

Enid says I love you when she makes sure Wednesday is eating, when she gifts things that she carefully done with shaky hands. She isn't the best with controlling them, the damage done to her wrists despite being clearly healed was too much that her body thinks otherwise.

Even in pain, I will do anything for you, she almost seems to say. I'm built to destroy, to break and to curse yet here I am, creating for you.

Wednesday says I love you with everytime she leans into Enid, says it when her fingers trace against scarred skin and she tucks her head under the blonde's chin. There's trust in her actions when she doesn't flinch away when Enid's hands, worn and just as tired as it's owner, brush against her skin. Her nails are as glorious as always, even when chipped and she stares as mesmerized at the fangs that could bare into a tiny smile.

I love you even with all the features other say is criminal, she leaves unsaid. I could never feel as safe as I do unless it's with you.

Anyways, they're cute asf that's all I can say

#Streamer wednesday au #Wenclair

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Ma Belle Evangeline~ Xavier Thorpe x Reader

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Gender Natural Reader (They/them prns)

Reader plays an instrument (trumpet)

Reader is Wednesday’s adopted sibling

Slowburn

Prompt: The rest of the semester was cancelled at Nevermore, sending everyone back to their homes. On behalf of her nagging parents, Wednesday invited her friends to stay over her house over the break. Little did they know that they’d get the chance to meet an extra person they had no idea even existed..

Update: I haven’t heard anything about the Percy Hynes White situation, so I’m opening back up requests for Xavier Thorpe!

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Enid smiled as she watched the door creak open, revealing a certain pig-tailed female on the other side.

“Thank you for inviting us to stay for the break!”

“Please, don’t mention it”

Wednesday watched as Enid and Xavier walked into the house, the two taking in their surroundings.

“I’ll show you two to your rooms”

As Enid and Xavier followed Wednesday through the house, the couldn’t help but let their eyes roam around the place. Suddenly, the two felt a chill run down their spines as a breeze passed them.

“Oh, there you are. Pugsly was looking for you”

Wednesday came to a halt before she spoke, turning to face the new presence in the hall. Xavier and Enid turned as well, the two of them taken aback at the sight of a teen around their age.

“Okay”

The teen quietly responded, eyeing Enid and Xavier before turning on their heel and walking away. Enid turned to face Wednesday, jabbing her thumb in the direction the unfamiliar person had went.

“Who was that?”

“My sibling”

Wednesday casually responded, continuing to walk down the halls - not caring to check if Enid and Xavier followed.

“You have a sibling? And the two of you are..related?”

Xavier carefully questioned, choosing his words wisely to make sure he wasn’t walking on thin ice.

“They’re adopted”

The conversation quickly ended there, Enid and Xavier being introduced to their rooms before Wednesday left to do her own thing.

~~

Xavier walked into the library, cautiously looking around him. He wanted to find a place to draw, and libraries always gave the male a sense of peace - so he figured why not check out the library in the Addams’ resident.

Xavier paused at the sound of humming, followed by incoherent muttering. It was quiet, yet he could tell it was nearby. Peeking from behind one of the many book shelves, Xavier found a certain teen sitting at a table placed in a corner of the library.

Their eyebrows were furrowed in frustration as they intensely stared at a paper on the table, muttering to themself. All of a sudden, they slammed their hands on the table and let out a frustrated sigh.

“I can’t figure out what rhythm this is! No matter what I try, it just doesn’t sound right”

The teen raised their voice in frustration, despite being the only person at the table.

Xavier cocked his head to the side in confusion as he watched their frustration grow the more they looked at the paper before them.

A sudden snap right beside Xavier’s ear caused the male to let out a startled yell, tripping over his own feet before falling to the ground. Xavier looked at his feet, seeing a familiar stitched hand crawl onto his leg and wave.

“H-Hey, Thing”

“Who are you?”

Shit…

Xavier remembered that he wasn’t the only one in the library, looking up to see the once frustrated teen staring at him confusingly. Xavier stood up, dusting off his pants as he began to walk towards the table the teen sat at.

“I’m Xavier, Wednesday’s friend. I’m sorry if I bothered you, I just came in here to find a place to draw”

“It’s alright, I was going to leave anyways”

The teen spoke quietly as they hurriedly began to grab their things. Xavier shook his head,

“No, it’s alright. You don’t have to…”

The teen sped past him, causing Xavier to heave out a sigh.

~~

The next week or two was like that. Xavier would try to interact with Wednesday’s sibling, but they would run away every time, barely sparing the male even a simple glance.

“How are you enjoying your stay here?”

Morticia asked calmly, glancing between Xavier and Enid.

“It’s been great! It’s been fun hanging out with Wednesday in her own space”

Enid replied happily with a smile; Xavier nodded in agreement,

“I agree, the stay here has been nice. Thank you for letting us come here”

“Of course! Thank you two for being willing to stay for the break. We didn’t want Wednesday to mope around on her own”

Gomez replied with a smile as he gave Wednesday a side hug.

“I wouldn’t have been moping around on my own. I would’ve had [Y/n]”

Wednesday argued, which earned an amused smile from Morticia.

“Oh, darling. You know how [Y/n] is, they’re in their own world. You would’ve been left moping on your own one way or another”

“Is there any way to talk to [Y/n]?”

Xavier questioned, everyone’s attention shifting onto him. The male stiffened as all eyes were on him.

“L-Like being able to hold a conversation with them..���

The more Xavier spoke, the smaller his voice became in fear that he stepped out of line. Wednesday crossed her arms,

“Bring up Princess and the Frog”

~~

Xavier hummed to himself as he drew a sketch of Ray from The Princess and the Frog, working on the details of the bug’s glow despite the sketch being in black and white.

“Ma Belle Evangeline..”

Xavier heard a whisper behind him, causing him to flinch and turn around. [Y/n] was startled themself from the male’s reaction, the teen taking a step back,

“S-sorry, I just..what you were humming just now, that was Ma Belle Evangeline, right?”

Xavier nodded, attempting to strike a proper conversation.

“Yeah, it was. Do you like Princess and the Frog?”

[Y/n] nodded, a small smile slowly gracing their lips.

“I do, it’s my favorite movie”

Xavier’s eyes slightly widen at the sight of [Y/n]’s smile. They were genuinely passionate about the topic - Xavier could tell from the way their gaze softened yet held excitement.

Xavier expected to score a only small conversion - him doing the talking - but in his opinion, this was much better.

“I’m drawing Ray right now, do you want to watch?”

Xavier asked carefully, seeing what the teen was comfortable with. [Y/n] nodded, taking a seat across from Xavier and watching him do his work.

Being under [Y/n]’s gaze was pressuring, but Xavier preferred this than the teen running away. Without thinking, Xavier began to hum Ma Belle Evangeline again - it was his favorite song from the entire album.

As he hummed the solo in the middle of the song, [Y/n]’s eyes slightly widen as they leaned forward.

“W-wait, do that again! Hum the solo part again”

Xavier was startled from the sudden request, [Y/n]’s whispering, shy nature long gone and replaced with an urgent and shocked [Y/n]. Xavier complied nonetheless, humming the solo of the song from memory. He watched as [Y/n]’s expression shifted into that of realization.

“It’s not a triplet, it’s sixteenth notes with an eight note!”

[Y/n] spoke to themself before turning to Xavier and smiling,

“Thank you!”

[Y/n] stood from their seat and hurried away, leaving a confused Xavier behind.

“Well, at least they weren’t trying to avoid me…”

Xavier mumbled to himself.

~~

Xavier was making his way to his borrowed room, sighing as he ran his hand through his hair. He had just gotten back from practicing archery with Wednesday and Enid, and boy were his arms tired.

It had been a few days since he had last seen [Y/n], since he had his first real conversation with them. Xavier wanted to experience that again, finding [Y/n] intriguing and adorable.

Xavier came to a halt when he heard music - live music. He turned to the direction the music was coming from, pausing when he spotted a door ever so slightly cracked open.

Xavier peeked inside the room, further pushing the door open a tad bit so he could get a better view. Xavier felt his breath halt once he saw [Y/n], holding a trumpet in their hands as they played the solo from Ma Belle Evangeline.

Their breath control was flawless as they played each note and articulation correctly. The teen eventually stopped before fist-pumping the air.

“Yes! I finally got it!”

“That was really good”

Both [Y/n] and Xavier flinched, turning to see Wednesday standing beside Xavier glancing into the room as well - Enid happily standing behind her.

“Thanks, Wednesday”

[Y/n] gave their sibling a small smile before she walked away - Enid tailing behind as she began to talk.

“You really do play beautifully”

Xavier complimented, which earned a shy smile from [Y/n] as they avoided eye contact.

“Thank you, Xavier”

The male was stunned as he blinked in confusion,

“You know my name..?”

“How could I not? You’ve been really nice to me, after all. I’m sorry for constantly avoiding you, I’m just not used to people”

[Y/n] sincerely apologized, a small frown gracing their face. Xavier chuckled, gently placing his hand on top of their head,

“It’s alright, I get that people might not be your forte”

[Y/n] smiled up at Xavier, the two of them beginning to grow closer.

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I was thinking of writing a pt 2 since this fic didn’t really include a romantic relationship between [Y/n] and Xavier. Should I make a pt 2?? Like, where [Y/n] attends Nevermore during the next semester or something??

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Update: Pt 2 is out! Sorry it took so long 😅

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[weemsfreak]

Nevermore Academy No No's

Hi all, I read this fic by Pomegranatesandpoetry on ao3 (@dormiveglia-dreamer ) and I thought about writing some small stories explaining how some of these things ended up on the list, so here I am! They said they wouldn't mind if I did this :) If you didn't read the list on ao3 I would recommend, it's really funny!

200 things you aren’t allowed to do at Nevermore Academy (2445 words) by Pomegranatesandpoetry

Larissa Weems x Student Reader

1. Principal Weems has never, at any point, ever, been a knight.

It was late October as you pulled through the gates of Nevermore Academy, your new school. You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous, you had been attending the same school most of your life. You've always felt out of place at school, around people all together, actually. Just recently, your powers presented themself to you, and your dad being a normie, didn't know how to deal with them. Alas, you were shipped off to Nevermore. Despite feeling like you were hiding all of your life, you would soon come to realize that Nevermore would allow you to be yourself, in whatever way that meant. Unfortunately for Principal Weems, that meant she would have her hands full.

You were led to huge wooden doors inside of the school with a plaque that read "Principal Weems". You were told to enter and you did so, sitting in front of the principals desk when she motioned to the chair. "You must be Y/N Y/LN, we're so glad to have you. I'm Principal Weems" the principal smiled. You nodded your head, "Thank you Principal Weems!" As the woman looked toward her computer, you took a moment to study her face. She looked familiar to you, but you'd never met her before. She was pale with light hair, big blue eyes, deep smile lines, and a scar on her upper lip. You tilted your head in question, who did she look like? You pictured her with less makeup and shorter hair, and it came to you. "Oh my god, we're you a knight?" The principal turned her gaze to you and furrowed her brows, a grin forming on her face. "What?" she chuckled, confused. "Have you ever been a knight? Did you used to have short hair? You look so familiar to me, I know you were a knight!" Principal Weems brought her hand to her mouth to cover the giggles spewing out of her. Students were always hard to deal with in one way or another, but she didn't expect you to come in saying the most random things, considering you two had just met. She shook her head "No, I'm not a knight, and I have never been one." You narrowed your eyes, you didn't believe her. "Then why do you look like Brienne of Tarth? And why do you have her stature? And accent?" you crossed your arms and leaned back in the chair. The principal folded her hands in front of her and sat up. "Y/N, I don't know who Brienne of Tarth is, but I can assure you, I am Principal Larissa Weems. How could I be a knight if I'm a principal?" You pursed your lips, pondering over her reasoning. "Maybe you were a knight before you were a principal" you said with a head nod, grinning at her. She scoffed and looked back at her computer, trying to read your file. You looked around her office, she had a bear, a raven, mirrors, books, you name it. You had decided in this moment that you were going to make the principal like you, but by being an annoying menace. You wouldn't do anything really dangerous of course, you just wanted to have some fun and make things interesting. You smiled a sly smile and looked at the principal. She was still staring at her computer, but felt you eyeing her. "So, your father couldn't make it?" she spoke before you could. "He has work" you sighed. She looked at you, giving you a reassuring smile. After the principal asked some questions and gave you your school schedule, she stood and motioned to the door. "Shall we go meet your new roommate?" she said with a wide smile. You looked up at her, she was really tall. "Sure, but I have a question first" you paused. Her smile faded, "Okay, what's your question?" You glanced around her office walls like you were looking for something, "Where's your sword?"

In Ophelia hall, you met your new vampire roommate, Yoko. "Y/N Y/LN, this is Yoko Tanaka" the principal smiled. You reached out your hand to shake Yoko's "Nice to meet you Yoko." The principal told you that you could put your things on one side of the room and then said "Yoko, please take Y/N to the registrar's office to pick up her uniform, and give her a tour along the way." Yoko smiled at you and took the lead. As you exited the room, you whispered loudly to Yoko, "I heard that Principal Weems used to be a knight." You turned your head and winked at the principal before you were out of her sight.

The Principal sat down at her desk after making sure you were settled in. She placed her head in her hands and sighed dramatically. It was bad enough that she had to deal with Wednesday Addams, but you seemed to be a menace as well. She didn't want to have to do this, but she figured it would keep the recklessness and rumours at bay. She pulled out her notebook and began writing.

Things you aren't allowed to do at Nevermore Academy:

1. Principal Weems has never, at any point, ever, been a knight. Spreading rumours or taunting regarding this is not allowed.

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[companionjones]

Nevermore: A Story Around A Campfire

Hi! This is for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​‘s Once Upon A Midnight Dreary Challenge, even though it is a few days late. I’m sorry for that.

My quote was “Nevermore” and my prompt was Stories told around a campfire.

Pairings: Virgil Sanders x Reader, Slight!Logicality

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Summary: Janus, Thomas, Logan, Remus, Roman, and Patton are telling stories around a campfire. Patton’s story involves a boy named Virgil, and you.

Author’s Note: Virgil’s the only one with the last name Sanders in this. I didn’t mention the others’ last names. The only two that are related are Roman and Remus.

Warnings: abusive relationship cursing but I tried to write it in the same way the Sanders Sides curse in the videos

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    “Okay, everybody. I think I finally have a story!” Patton called the attention of his friends.

    He wasn’t met with much positive energy.

    Janus responded first. His tone was absolutely drenched in sarcasm. “This has got to be good.”

    Roman objected, “Patton, you know I love you, but I think you should leave the campfire stories to the real creative of this group--”

    “Me!” Remus excitedly interrupted his brother. “So, it all starts with a rat, a cockroach, and a stick of deodorant--”

    The crazy boy was cut off then by everyone else around the campfire. Most of them were groaning “Ugh” or “Noo,” but Janus just sighed, “A stick of deodorant. How original.”

    “Guys, come on,” Thomas mediated, “Let Patton tell his story. Everyone should get a turn.”

    Logan got up from his seat next to Patton on an over-turned tree trunk. As he stretched, he encouraged, “Go ahead, Patton, tell your story. I’m going to get more wood for the fire, but don’t feel the need to wait for me.”

    Finally, the group calmed down enough for Patton to tell his story.

    The dad friend settled into his seat and began his tale...

    “Y/n L/n was very beautiful, despite their view of themself. And when I say beautiful, I mean on the inside and out. Y/n always made it a point to be kind to whoever they met.

    “At one point in their life, Y/n realized that their kindness might’ve lead them to be in one of their worst relationships. It just so happened to be an abusive relationship. Now, I don’t mean to get too explicit, but Y/n’s boyfriend would hit them whenever he got mad, which was pretty often--”

    Roman interrupted his friend, “Whoa there. We were telling horror stories around this campfire. Talking about abuse is taking it to another level.”

    “Even I agree with Princey, and I’m me,” Remus emphasized.

    Thomas defended Patton. “Hang on guys. Technically, this has all the makings of a horror story. It has a villain, and honestly, how much worse of a villain can you have than an abusive boyfriend?”

    “Oh...that’s a...horrible idea,” commented Janus. But remember, the boy always said the opposite of what he meant.

    Patton continued...

    “Okay, so it may be true that Y/n believed it was because they were too kind, and that had gotten them into the worst relationship of their life, but it was also true that their kindness gave them the best friend they ever had.

    “Virgil Sanders was not a boy to form attachments to anyone. The bad attitude he put on in public assured that others stayed away.

    “Then Y/n came along. They were unrelentingly sweet to Virgil. Enough so, that they eventually eroded down Virgil’s dark and gloomy exterior to his authentic dark and lovely self.

    “The two became best friends. On the rare occasion that Y/n’s boyfriend let them out by themselves, Y/n would always be at Virgil’s house.

    “That’s why they knew where to go when their boyfriend beat them so awful, they could barely stand.”

    “Hey, everyone. I’m back with the firewood,” Logan announced.

    In response, a chorus of “boos!” and “shut ups!” filled the air. The rest of the group were annoyed that Logan had interrupted the story.

    “What? What? What’d I miss?” Logan wondered.

    Remus explained, “Patton was at a f*cking good part of his story!”

    “Oh. I apologize.” Logan held back some laughter as he took his seat again. He found amusement in how much everyone had gotten into Patton’s story. “I’ll try not to interrupt again.”

    Once more, Patton went on...

    “When Virgil opened his door and saw a bloody Y/n standing there, two trains of thought ran through his head: One, he knew that he was going to bring Y/n in and take care of Y/n for the night. His second train of thought was a lot more violent, and it was aimed at Y/n’s trash bag of a boyfriend. But Virgil tried not to think of anything else but Y/n in the moment.

    “He took Y/n in, and cleaned up their wounds. He comforted them as they cried, and held them as they slept.

    “The following day, however, Virgil had plans. He woke Y/n up, and spoke his thoughts out loud.

    “For Y/n, it took some convincing, but a person can only take so much pain. They eventually agreed. It was settled.

    “A few hours later, Y/n was back at their house, this time with Virgil with them. They climbed the steps to the front door together. When Y/n’s boyfriend opened the door, he immediately started cursing out both Virgil and Y/n. The protagonists of our story pushed past the abuser.

    “He was confused as he shut the front door, but that confusion didn’t last long because Virgil hit him over the head with a metal bat.

    “The blow put Y/n’s boyfriend--well, ex-boyfriend now-- on the ground, but he wasn’t knocked out yet. He was able to fight back. The brawl destroyed the house, and both sides landed hits.

    “For a second, it looked like Virgil was going to lose. Y/n’s boyfriend had Virgil pinned against a counter with a knife to Virgil’s throat.

    “Fortunately, that was right next to the back door. The sliding glass back door. Y/n took their opportunity, and pushed their ex-boyfriend through the door, shattering the glass. The villain of our story fell through the glass, and down the stairs outside. That, along with all the other injuries he had sustained from Virgil, was enough to kill him.

    “Y/n went outside to the top of the stairs to witness their work.

    “Virgil joined his best friend and took their hand. One word left his lips. It was cold, ominous...final.

    ““Nevermore.”

    “So, what do you guys think?” With his story finished, Patton eagerly asked for his friends’ opinions.

    No one responded at first.

    “Well, I liked it.” Logan was the first to break the silence.

    His words got everyone else out of their haze. In their own way, they all told Patton that they completely agreed with Logan.

    “I hated it,” Janus bluntly stated, but we all know what that means.

    Patton giggled, “Thanks, guys.” He cuddled into Logan, and Logan put his arm around the cardigan-clad boy.

    The two waited for the next story.

    “Okay, so it all started in a sewer, with a stick of deodorant--” Remus began.

    Roman cut him off, “You’re not allowed to tell your disgusting stories anymore, Remus!”

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Thank you again to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ for putting together this challenge! So sorry again that I wasn’t able to post this in time. If you liked reading this, please take the time to like and reblog. If you would like to read more, I have more stories about the Sanders Sides over on my page. You should check it out. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

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[deep-and-personal-thoughts]

Flawless

Life is not what you give, it is what you get.

Most, if not all, people base their life upon the approval of others. Now, who’s approval it is we seek, depends on the person. Maybe it’s our neighbours’ approval about our garden, perhaps our parents’ approval regarding a newly found partner or maybe a boss’ approval about a report we recently submitted. Now, even the most unbothered people… The ones who refuse to be involved in drama, the ones who spend most of their time alone, the ones who say that they don’t care about what anyone thinks of them… Those are the people who care the most. Although it is important for me to clarify, those people don't care about just anyone’s opinion about them. No no, usually it is one specific approval of which they seek. Once again it could be anyone, a parent, a boss, an old classmate, a crush, but however, it is, that one opinion matter so much more than anyone else’s. So much so that a person could change their entire personality for the sole purpose of receiving their approval.

Most usually, we seek the approval of the one who refuses to give it to us. This isn’t greediness or spoilness in any way, it is about self-belief and security. Isn’t it funny how we always want what we don’t have. A person with blonde hair wishes for brown hair. A person who is tall wishes to shrink. A person who is young wishes to grow up. A person who does not believe in themself wishes for others to believe in them. Our brain is much better at locating the negatives in life, rather than the positives. Suggest you have recently posted to your social media’s and instantly you receive all these comments:

“You look so beautiful!” “Wow, what an angel!!” “Gosh, how am I so lucky??”

Among tons of others! But then suddenly… One comment pops up among those tons of positive comments saying:

“Ew, I wouldn’t have posted this if I were you…”

Instantly your heart starts pumping faster, you feel this big whole growing in your chest and all these questions start running through your head. “What’s wrong with it?” “Am I wearing something weird?” “Did I write something rude in the caption?” You desperately start searching for the error in order to fix this, to please this complete stranger and once more regain their approval, even after all those messages telling you how beautiful and amazing you are. It only takes ONE message for our whole opinion to change, whether it’s regarding our looks, our choices or something completely different. We seek to become fault-free, to become perfect.

No one is perfect.

Might come as a big shocker, but no one is perfect. Not even the person you look up to the most is perfect. Not your parent, not your partner, not the highest priest or most famous celebrity is perfect. We all have our own flaws, perhaps one being basing or lives upon others opinion… But it is our flaws that make us unique, it is our flaws that make us human. Flaws separate us from the rest, they make us individuals. Imagine a world where everyone was perfect, where there was not a flaw in sight. Nevermore would you receive a critique, however, nevermore would there be a new invention… Nevermore would there be a new genre of music or a unique style of art. Because now all perspectives of the world are one.

By removing your flaws, you make yourself an equal to all others in the world. You remove yourself from you in order to please others. You are beautiful simply for the fact of being you. If you are able to be you then you are the strongest and bravest person in the world. Every day the world will try to remove you. They will tell you every single bit of what is wrong with you, and try to make you change it. But you aren’t going to give in that easily. You are you, and you are good enough.

Life is not what you get, it is what you give. And by just being you, you give the world the opportunity to be something beautiful… A world of unique individuals. You set the standards for generations to come. Do you want to show them to be just like everyone else, or do you wanna show them that they have the opportunity to be something amazing… Themselves.

#flawlessly #perfection #anxiety #depression #sad #sadness #happy #helpful #motivation #imperfection #anxious #body dismorphia #perfectionist #unique

[myselfinserts]

“I know exactly what I’m for… to hurt, and destroy, and nothing more.”

Tanith had to go back to school. Luci had been called out to the next town to aid in a hostage situation. There wasn’t much that anyone could do. The chips were down, and shit had hit the fan. Now it was time to act.

Luci couldn’t hold back. They couldn’t stay put.

As much as they wanted to.

“Please don’t go.”

Regi gripped onto their left arm while Étienne held the right. They glanced back, seeing the look of fear in their gazes. Regi’s, born of genuine love and fear.  Étienne’s, blended with confusion and a vain attempt at rationalization. Whatever the explosion did, the two were suffering each other’s emotional burdens.

But even so...

“I promise,” Luci said. I promise I’ll be back. And by the time I get back, we’ll know what happened to Marianne and L. I’m certain of that.”

“But...b-but...” Regi tightened his grip. “I can’t lose you...not again...please...”

“Surely there are other heroes that can handle this,” Étienne stated calmly.

“If there were, I’d be staying here. The twins are getting recertified in Glasgow and...well, it’s better if I go anyway. From what I hear, the fear in this town is getting toxic.” Luci turned around, pulling them both into a tight embrace. “I swear, I’ll return to you.”

Amaryllis slowly stood back up, shaking off the pain coming from their collision with the wall of the bakery. If there was one thing Raven’s Wood Village was to be heralded for, it was their sturdy buildings. 

The villains were a team of five. All of them wearing lab coats and masks. One of them Ama could tell was someone that was on that damned project just from the sound of his voice. The secretary that’d greet them every time they swung by with Regi’s lunch. And his quirk caused one to become obsessed with something. Anything. 

And right now, he was obsessing about monologueing 

“You honestly think you can handle us on your own?” he mocked. “No one is coming to back you up, you pathetic weakling. Cursed Heroes get the shaft. That’s how it’s always been. I mean, look at Renegade-”

“SHUT UP!” Amaryllis screamed. “Don’t you dare talk about him that way!”

“Oh, did we strike a nerve?” He smirked. “Then what about Wolfsbane? I heard you had to put him out of his misery.”

All at once, Amaryllis could feel the tears welling up in their eyes. The pain. The fear. The guilt, oh hell the guilt. It all came flooding to the surface, forcing them to their knees as they gripped for dear life to Salt Apple.

It’s all my fault. If I had just tried harder to save him. If I had been a better son. If I had....wait...why am I-?

“Done for,” one of the others sighed. “Amaryllis really is pathetic. I thought we’d get at least a better fight.”

“No matter,” the boss chuckled. “Once we’re done here, we’ll head over to Elspie village. Collect what’s left of what we need and-”

“Nevermore...Nevermore...”

Amaryllis stood, shaking as a ring of fire surrounded them and the villains. They looked around in a panic, watching as the ring slowly grew into a dome. They embedded Salt Apple into the ground, pulling themself up until they were balancing on the top on tip toe as the speakers played on full blast.

“Will I be afraidNor will I run awayIt's behind meFreedom is finally here...”

Shadows filled their eyes. More and more of it seeped from the village into the fire, covering the light in flickering memories of a time they wished to forget. The villains regained their cool and began to charge.

“You may have taken the lead but I'll even the scoreYou won the battle you won't win the war...”

Amaryllis took a deep breath, their hair turning white as it set itself aflame.

“Not now and Nevermore.”

Using Salt Apple as a push off, Amaryllis leaped into action. A single kick sent one of the villains toward the flames, a punch knocked one to the ground, only for him to spring back up again. Left dodge, right kick. Left Kick. Punch. Dodge again.

“What do they keep you around for?” the boss mocked. “Not like they keep you because they want you!”

“I know exactly what I’m for,” Amaryllis stated bluntly. “According to the government, I’m here to hurt, and destroy, and nothing more.”

“Funny. That’s what I was thinking.”

“I have a reason to be here other than what they want though. And that’s why, I’m going to stop you.”

“Like you stopped Wolfsbane?”

More tears. The shadow memories started playing out the day Wolfsbane took them from the home. The training in America. The battle in the rain. 

All of it.

It hurts so much.

I won’t let it hold me though!

The fires grew hotter. One of the villains passed out from it. Amaryllis threw a binding agent and kicked him out of the inferno. Another got caught in the bindings and couldn’t fight anymore. 

“Why not join us?” the villains asked. “You can get revenge on those who wronged you-”

“Shut it. I’m not listening to your weak manifesto.” 

“It’s not a manifesto. It’s an inevitability!” They removed their masks. “Join us Amaryllis. And we can show you a world where no one will have to suffer because of their quirks. Join us, and we can change Elspie for the better! Don’t you want a world where your own pupil isn’t going to be destined to slit your throat? Huh?!”

Amaryllis stared at them, then back to the shadows dancing on the flames. The happy memories that intermingled with the heartache and despair. The good, smiling training sessions. The languished cry as the knife plunged into Wolfsbane’s chest. 

Amaryllis could see it all.

“Join us, Amaryllis. Take off the mask and we’ll show you a world of possibilities.”

They slowly reached up and removed their mask.

Regi was hugging his knees when Étienne came in with the tea. The inferno on the news began to fade away. The news anchors were all trying to figure out what was going on. The smoke and fire obscured so much of the footage. 

But both of them began to relax when the fires fully subsided. 

Luci stood on top of their crook, hair a snow white flame as opposed to its usual brilliant blue. The villains were all tied up at the base of their perch. In their hand was the remnants of their poncho, having been damaged in the fight, being held high in a fist of pride. 

“They did it,” Regi whimpered, a tiny smile on his face. “Luci did it.”

“They certainly did,” Étienne agreed. “And they’ll be home before you know it.”

#myselfinserts #mybnhaocs #friends ocs #the au of class #Anonymous

[weemsfreak]

The Board Pt 2: The Woman

Summary: Anura Ricci works for the Outcast school board. They're struggling with many factors in life, quietly. They know so much, but can't seem to figure out exactly how to make themself happy. They befriend a certain Principal, and things begin to seem brighter for them. (Probably 12 chapters)

Tw: mention of past SH behaviour

Note: Plz give me feedback if you like it! Or don't like it lol ~2000 words.

Pt 1: The Man

Mid September

As your alarm went off, you looked to the time and saw 5:30am. You questioned why you stayed up until 2am reading old papers in Latin, you knew you needed more sleep than 3 and a half hours. Dreading an hour flight, hour wait, and an hour train ride, you found yourself in the shower, desperately trying to rinse out the cherry red dye that you put in your hair two days prior. Messing with your image was something you did to replace your older coping mechanisms, which according to your husband were much more harmful. They were, you knew, but it's hard to get away from the things that were once so comforting. Watching the red dye fall down your chest and arms, you look to your new tattoo, covered with transparent protective material. The look and feel of your arm was slightly different than you were used to, yet it was all too similar.

On the plane you found yourself diving back into the Latin language. Yes, it is a dead language, but it’s importance in so many subjects lead to the need to be understood by you, in order to posses all the knowledge you longed to. You knew many languages, English, French, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, German and Russian, which you learned by the time you were 25.

The last 5 years have been rocky to say the least. You've been married since you were 20, had this job since you were 18, and knew more than anyone you've ever met. Since you turned 25, you've felt distant from your husband, tired from your job, and haven't been as interested in learning things as you once were. Again, you were tired of your job. The travelling mostly, but also the being alone. Right after you graduated, the outcast board took you on due to your language knowledge, organizational skills, and expertise in many fields. You are exceptionally good at recognizing details and scoping things out when going on school visits, as well as conversing with the teachers and higherups. You were lucky to have this well paying job so young, but when you look back, you can't help but think of the many other jobs that could have benefitted you, and still would.

Finally on the train, you took a break from the Latin and focused on the scenery. There was so much nature and so many trees compared to where you lived, and that's one thing you liked about travelling. Maybe travelling wouldn't even be that bad if you had someone to do it with. Your husband traveled for work, but as he had the same job as you, you never traveled to the same places at the same time, and alas, you were always apart. In the back of your mind you were happy about that, even though you knew you shouldn't be.

At the train station, you looked to the time, 11:25am. You were hungry now as all you ate for breakfast was a protein bar on the plane. Walking through Jericho, you came across a bookstore, flower shop, bar, café, and Pilgrim world. Wait, what's Pilgrim world? Not out of the ordinary for a small town you thought, it intrigued you to learn about the history behind places you travelled to. Stopping at the Weathervane café, you found your way inside and put your suitcase in a corner booth. Since it was lunch time, it was pretty busy. You were used to places being busy though, considering you lived in New York City. You looked at the menu and you decided to just get a breakfast sandwich. Coffee, although you loved it, just heightened your anxiousness, and hot chocolate was not something you found appealing, too sugary.

While you ate your breakfast sandwich, you observed people in the café. Some Nevermore students were there. You remembered reading that they weren’t allowed to go into town during lunch, for safety reasons. Besides them, it looked to be a bunch of older people, and some kids, probably from a normie school. Everyone just looked like a bunch of normies, but I guess you did too, since your ability is not a visibly presenting or obvious one.

After finishing your breakfast sandwich, you walked up to the two students from Nevermore. "Hi, nice to meet you" you said with a smile. They looked at you with a bit of concern, wondering what you would want with them, and why you had a suitcase. "Bella and Sydney, if I remember correctly? I'm joking, of course I do" you said with a smirk, knowing that they were super confused. "Yes, how did you know?" Bella said. "I work for the outcast school board, my name is Mx. Ricci and I am here to observe Nevermore and report on how this term is starting out. I do believe I read somewhere that Nevermore students aren't allowed out in Jericho during lunch due to safety concern, is that true?" you asked them, and they looked at each other in defeat. "Yes, it’s true, we'll walk back to school now, sorry" Sydney said. "Nonsense, I'm getting a taxi there right now, I'll give you both a ride if you show me to Principal Weems' office when we get there." They both half smiled and Bella said "Deal."

 When you got to Nevermore, you were in awe. It was a literal castle, so well kept and decorated, and the iron gates and gargoyles made it look so spooky, in a good way. Bella and Sydney lead you up to Principal Weems' office, and you thanked them before going to knock on her door. To their surprise and yours, Principal Weems called to them while walking towards you from the hall, and they looked like they wanted to run. "Sydney, Bella, what are you doing up here? Aren't you supposed to be in the meal hall?" She chirped at them. "Forgive me Principal Weems, I couldn't find my way to your office and I asked them if they would show me" you smiled at her, knowing it was her from the one photo you remembered seeing. Also, you knew your way to her office, having never been to Nevermore before, because you briefly saw a map of the school online. She turned to them "Well, thank you for your help girls, now get to meal hall before lunch is over". You winked at them before they turned and ran to meal hall, hoping you wouldn't tell principal Weems that you caught them at the Weathervane. Turning back to Principal Weems, you held out your hand, "Principal Weems, I am Anura Ricci, from the board. It is so nice to meet you." Her face turned from stern to soft, she shook your hand but gave you a confused look. "Nice to meet you Mx. Ricci. Forgive me, but I did not know you would be arriving so soon. I would have picked you up from the train station myself." You smiled at her and reassured her with a "no worries." She in fact did look worried, but you weren’t really sure why. She unlocked her office door and pushed it open, gesturing for you to enter first.

Walking over to her taxidermy bear in the corner, you admired all the interesting décor that lined her office. You looked to her huge fireplace on the opposite wall, a couch in front of it. She gestured for you to sit in front of her desk, so you did. "Wow, I saw photos of this place online, but I didn't think it would be this immaculate in person." Larissa sat down at her desk. "Yes, it is quite beautiful, the photos don't do it justice. So, did you attend an outcast school?" You panned to her desk where you saw a unicorn mug resting on it. You smirked, "Yes I did, in Italy. Just a small school, nothing too fancy."

You went over your plans for the next two days with her and she seemed content with you listening in on classes and making sure things were up to date. She took a deep breath, "Mx. Ricci, I must let you know, since you will be here during the event, that I am planning a school trip into Jericho tomorrow. I understand that I am not supposed to be planning outcast-normie events or spending time on these sort of things, but I really think the students would benefit from a trip to Pilgrim world, to learn more of Jericho's history." She paused after spilling this information, in doing so, she sounded like a student telling on themselves for doing something they weren’t supposed to. She continued, "Before you say anything, I funded this trip myself, so no worries about wasting the schools money." No worries? No, worries. Is this why she looked worried earlier? You were extremely confused. "Principal Weems, I appreciate you being honest with me. I am slightly confused though. Why do you sound like you're doing something you aren't supposed to be doing" you let out a giggle, "and why did you fund it yourself? The board allows Nevermore funding for trips like this." She looked to you, more confused than you were. Just then, you recalled hearing something that your co-worker Mr. Martell had said in a meeting awhile ago. You recalled it perfectly. 'That pretentious Hitchcock pin-up shapeshifter. Women think they can do whatever they want, spend all our money, 'fix' normie-outcast relations.' It came back to you like it had just been said. "Principal Weems, I believe you are a pretentious Hitchcock pin-up shapeshifter, according to my co-worker." She looked at you baffled, as she recalled that was exactly what he had called her. You continued, "The board, embarrassingly so, is all over the place. We don't see eye to eye sometimes. If you want to push outcast-normie relations and be involved with the rest of Jericho, please by all means. And as for the funding, you will have all the money you wish, I will see to it." You admired her drive, her motivation, and the way she cared for the students. She let out a breath and put her hand over her chest in relief. She smiled with her teeth and tilted her head, with a "thank you Mx. Ricci." You laughed at her, she looked adorable all anxious, "breathe, Larissa" you joked. "My last board visit was rather, unpleasant, and I was prepared for the same thing again." You looked up at her giggling, knowing who was here last time and what he had said, but not knowing what had really happened. "I do believe Mr. Martell was here last time, and hopefully without sounding pretentious, you're lucky I'm here."

She showed you your temporary quarters and you immediately turned on the tv. Putting on a documentary, you spoke just as she was turning in the doorway about to leave. "Principal Weems, I will be staying here tomorrow to explore the school since no students will be present. I hope you have a joyous day in Jericho, and if you need anything, don't hesitate to call." She nodded and a blush was evident on her cheeks, you knew she was relieved that you were not unpleasant, like a certain man. "Mx. Ricci, may I ask you a question?" You nodded your head yes, wondering why she had to ask. "I know nothing about you, but you seem to know things about me. How did you know who I was when you saw me, and how did you know about my last board visit exactly?" You grinned, you knew more about her than that. "I remember things I hear and see when they're something that I care about. I saw your photo online before I arrived. If I'm not being too forward Principal Weems, in person you are quite beautiful. The photo doesn't do you justice, to quote yourself" you said with a wink. You sat down and got lost in the documentary.

Pt 3: Trivia

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