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theartoflovingthomashunt · 2 years

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High School Story and Hollywood U - The Final Sunset

After many wonderful years of highschool and hollywood quests, the time has come for us to say goodbye to High School Story and Hollywood U. Both games will officially sunset on August 10th and will no longer be available to download from the google play and apple app store. We've shared so many memories together these past 9 years and want to say a huge thank you to everyone who's been there since the start of our game. High School Story and Hollywood U has shaped so much of what Pixelberry is today, and that's something we'll never forget.

We encourage you to use up all currency to enjoy HSS and HWU before 8/10/22. All in-app purchases in Google Play and the Apple Store will not be available for purchase starting on 7/20/22.

For a throwback on HSS Early days, check out our past post here: https://bit.ly/HSSsunset

Last but not the least, we want to give some of the original creators, and the team, space to share one final message to all you dedicated HSS and HWU players:

Oliver: I will always look back on High School Story with the fondest of memories. The High School Story team came together after we were laid off by EA. With egos battered, we nursed ourselves with indoor four square, brainstorms alongside ducklings, and chocolate tower hijinks. We had no idea that our struggles and your reactions would create a game that entertained millions, raised hundreds of thousands for non-profits, and literally saved the lives of players who needed help. High School Story taught me the power of games and players, gave me lifelong friends, and shaped Pixelberry into the community we have today. Thank you, Autumn, Julian, Mia, Nishan, Payton, and Wes for your friendship. We will always remember you.

Kara: Thank you so much to everyone who played HSS and HWU. These games were so incredibly fun to create, and some of my happiest memories are working with the team when we launched these products. Thank you to everyone who made it possible by playing and supporting us, and I'll always love all of these characters and their stories.

Andrew: Working on HSS and HWU was an absolute delight, and one of the happiest times in my professional career. It was so wonderful to work on something that was so meaningful to so many people, and an honor to be a part of something that our players remember so fondly. Thank you all for your support, for your fan art, and for all the kind words!

Megan: From the bottom of our hearts, thank you for playing. We wouldn't be where we are today--as a studio, as a team, as individual creators--without all of your support over the years. We hope these games have brought you a fraction as much joy as they have brought us. 💕

Luke: In HSS and HWU, we wanted to show how the world could be: open and welcoming, compassionate and understanding, honest and forgiving. I hope that these games helped you imagine a world like that too, and that everyone who played carries that vision into their real life in how they treat the people they meet. Thank you for joining us on this journey.

Jennifer: It makes me unfathomably sad to say goodbye to High School Story and Hollywood U because the world, the characters, and the stories will always be near and dear to my heart. It was an honor to contribute to these games, and I'm humbled by the enthusiastic support and love that the fans have given us these past few years. Thank you so much.

Eric: Pixelberry would have died on the pixel-vine if it weren't for all of you -- our dedicated fans who loved these games so much! Thank you immensely for all of your support over all these wonderful years!

Owen: HSS and HWU will always have a special place in my heart. It was a joy to make them, but more than that, it meant so much to be able to bring a little joy to all of you! The support that fans have shown for us and our games is something that I will carry with me always. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Winston: Thank you to all of our players, past and present, for making Pixelberry possible. Without your support we wouldn't have had the opportunity to make wonderful, rich and unique games with heart.

Keith: Thanks to everyone at Pixelberry and to all of our players! The amount of passion I saw put into both creating and then experiencing the game, the stories, and the characters was unbelievable!

Steve: I've had the pleasure to help produce both of these amazing games and have always enjoyed seeing the fan and player responses to the different features and stories our team had created through the years. Thank you to all the players and Pixelberry folks who enjoyed playing and making these games, it was an amazing experience and an awesome ride!

Henry: Thank you to all our amazing fans who have supported us by playing HSS and HWU. It is extremely sad to sunset these two games, but I hope you all will enjoy our current and games to come. *Playing “First Day” on repeat*

Nicole, Naomi, and Trina: Thank you to everyone who asked for more quests and embraced the messages of compassion and resilience within them. When you leveled up, you helped Pixelberry level up too! As your Player Specialist team, it has been a pleasure sharing the smiles and assisting you on your adventures.

Chelsa: Working on HWU was my introduction to the games industry, and I couldn't have asked for a better start. I didn't work on HWU for long, but I'll remember the lessons I learned alongside those classic characters forever. Thanks so much to all the players who've enjoyed these games over the years! <3

Rachel: HWU and HSS literally changed my life -- I went from fan to writer because of them. I don't know where I would be if not for these fantastic stories. To everyone who played over the years, thank you so so much for your support!

Kathleen: Working on these games as a young writer shaped my entire relationship with storytelling. Before, I saw my stories as pure self-expression. Now, they're opportunities to connect with people, to make them feel seen and to be seen in return. HSS and HWU were the first time I felt the power of putting your feelings out into the world and having someone else reply "I thought I was the only one". I'm forever grateful to all of you for coming along on this wild adventure with us.

To our players reading this, as you can see, you’ve been a huge part of Pixelberry history, and we can’t thank you enough. Here’s to more games with heart...

<3 The Pixelberry Team

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matchavellichor · 7 months

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A Losing Game

A/N: was in the mood to write pure filth so here's some jealous sebastian smut lul. also i left the context intentionally vague so that i could maybe write a prequel sometime but i hope it's clear they absolutely hate each other loool

Sebastian Sallow x f!MC - NSFW - 4.4k words - ao3

Summary: Watching his long-time rival and dueling partner kiss someone else ignites feelings in Sebastian that has him questioning just how similar hate is to desire.

Tags: Yule Ball, Enemies to Lovers, Pining Sebastian, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Rough Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Mild Prey/Predator, No Safeword

For the first time in their many years of friendship, Sebastian is the one being dragged to a social event he has no interest in being a part of. Ominis, taking no small amount of pleasure in this, leads them into the Great Hall with an amused smirk on his face, only biting his tongue because he’s respectful of present company. Sebastian frowns.

His robes are scratchy, his date is doused in a nausea-inducing amount of flowery perfume, and there’s not nearly enough firewhiskey in the spiked punch this year.

He tells himself pointedly, as if it’s a matter of public record, that he isn’t looking for her.

Even as his eyes comb over the crowd, and there’s a little pang of disappointment in his gut when he still doesn’t spot her after the third sweep.

“Stop sulking,” Ominis murmurs from beside him. “You look miserable.”

Sebastian proceeds to sulk even more. “How would you know how I look?”

“I’m blind, not oblivious.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes, sitting down at the table the blonde had chosen and preparing himself for an entire night of brooding.

He’d have no qualms in remaining seated in their desolate little corner for the entirety of the evening, but his date—Bianca or Beatrice or, maybe something with a D—has other plans.

She titters something about dancing, and then she’s suddenly tugging on his arm and dragging him towards parquet floors. In no mood to protest, he lets himself get weaved through pairs of students who are doing anything but respecting Headmaster’s Black rule to maintain a Potions textbook length apart.

So much for leaving room for Merlin.

He manages a tight-lipped smile when they stop under a cloud charmed to sprinkle snowflakes, small flurries of white blending into a halo around them. It’s a truly beautiful sight, a winter wonderland of silver and gold englobing them, yet despite this, Sebastian’s demeanor is tight and forced, starkly unhappy.

He pretends he doesn’t understand the reasoning behind his sour mood. Pretends he isn’t thinking about someone else’s hands, someone else’s smell, someone else’s eyes, and the obvious absence of them.

Sebastian feels dreadfully pathetic clinging to the prospect of even simply seeing her as a motivator to suffer through the remainder of the night.

He wonders when he became such a pining, spineless idiot and deduces it must’ve been somewhere during the first dozen times she’d knocked him on his ass in a duel. Surely, a screw was knocked loose then. Or a couple.

Sebastian swallows his displeasure and takes hold of a hand that’s not the right size, that doesn’t have the calluses and rough edges in the places he’s already far too familiar with. It’s easy to fall into pace, but it’s hard to enjoy it. Hard to pretend he’s dancing with someone else.

It’s then, glancing over his date’s shoulder through the haze of floating candles and snowflakes, that he finally catches sight of what he has decidedly not been thinking about all evening.

From the way he stills and all his attention narrows in on one person, you’d think Salazar Slytherin himself just made an appearance butt-naked on a unicycle.

Breath-taking is an understatement. Asphyxiating might be a more valiant contender. Sebastian would be impressed with himself if he managed to get enough oxygen in his lungs to keep his brain functioning for an entire night of staring at her across dance floors.

His eyes comb over every inch of the blood red floor-length gown she has on, head-to-toe, gaze rising to dust over the blush high on her cheekbones, even further up to the gems crested in her hair.

He takes a deep, fortifying breath, though it doesn’t do him any good.

Then, his attention narrows in on the person accompanying her and it’s like his stomach immediately pitches, falls down six flights of stairs, and subsequently plummets into a dark abyss, landing at the bottom with a pathetic, defeated sort of sound.

Because her arm is tucked into the crook of someone else’s elbow, and she’s smiling at something someone else is whispering in her, and despite being only a few feet away at this point, she doesn’t even spare a glance at Sebastian.

Instead, she drapes an arm around her date’s neck, which he reciprocates with a hand at the small of her back, pulls their bodies closer and—

Sebastian squeezes his eyes shut and refuses to look, turning away from what feels like betrayal, though he knows is the farthest thing from it.

Maybe that’s what feels the worst. What makes his mouth taste so bitter he could gag from it. It’s the realization that he has no right to feel so upset about any of it. That he can’t expect anything from her.

That she isn’t his.

His shoulders stiffen and he suddenly stops any movements, letting his hands drop from where they were rested at a chiffon-covered waist, stepping away.

His date calls his name, emitting some cross between a petulant whine and indignant scoff, but he doesn’t really hear her. He’s busy high-tailing towards the drink table and doing the mental math for how many teal-coloured glasses of spiked punch he’ll have to drink to self-induce a coma.

Ominis, with his hell-anointed sixth sense, meets him three-quarters of the way there, falling into step as they weave through pairs of students.

“This is your own doing, you know.”

He’s right, yet Sebastian would still throttle him if there weren’t so many witnesses around. He ignores him.

“Sebastian,” Ominis sighs. “You’re being childish.”

“You aren’t helping.”

“I’m not trying to,” Ominis says. “I thought I’d already made myself clear that I was on her side concerning this.”

Sebastian scowls. “Some friend you are.”

“All you had to do was ask her.”

“Asking her is admitting defeat,” Sebastian mutters over the rim of the glass he just poured himself. “She wouldn’t have ever let me live it down.”

“I don’t understand this game you two play,” Ominis frowns. “Would it have been so hard for you to humble yourself for just a moment?”

Sebastian takes a long drink. “Yes. In front of her, it would’ve been.”

“Then enjoy watching her dance with someone else for the remainder of the evening.”

Sebastian has just about decided to actually throttle Ominis, witnesses be damned, but he’s already making his way back into the crowd, out of reach.

Sebastian groans, yet doesn’t go after him. Refuses to.

From his position on the outskirts of the dance floor, he’s in blissful ignorance of whatever it is she’s doing at the moment. Despite the curiosity eating away at him from the inside, it’s some form of solace that at least he can’t see the smile he’d caught on her face. Can’t see the glow in her eyes, or her hands on her date’s robes, or all the affection he craves so ardently misdirected towards someone else.

Somehow, it’s worse.

And then, as if Fortune, on his damned quarry smiling, has decided Sebastian hasn’t endured enough for one pitiful night already, the steady crescendo of a waltz begins to build.

The crowd pulses and sways in tempo with the symphony, leaving breaches and eyelets, brief openings that he can’t tear his eyes away from, because even if it hurts, he needs to see her again.

That’s how he catches sight of her for the second time that evening. Like the seas parting to reveal a miracle, she finds herself right in his line of vision.

Sebastian conveys the tightening he feels in his chest into an ice-cold glower, features hardened. He prays she’ll just look. Even if it’s something fleeting, a split second of a glance.

Once again, her eyes never make their way anywhere near him.

It’s almost intentional, in a way that drives him insane. As if she knows where he is, and she’s skirting over him pointedly, antagonistically. Sebastian wouldn’t be surprised if it were intentional, a gleaming testimony to all the other ways she manages to get under his skin.

The dancing body of students continues to shift, like a pendulum, back and forth, revealing and concealing. He clings to the momentary sight of her, and still, like a fool, hopes that at some instance she’ll look back. Acknowledge him.

Give him some form of recognition so he doesn’t have to admit defeat so quickly. So that he knows that they’re still playing their game, that he’s not just losing alone.

The composition nears its apex, surrounding gowns and robes reaching a swirling mass of glitter and silks, and something heavy sinks inside of him, an impending sense of foreboding.

He knows what’s coming, somehow.

The orchestra finally reaching its climax.

Her fingers threading through the hairs at the nape of her date’s neck.

Her leaning forward, nose slotting against his, lips hovering over another’s and yet—

He doesn’t look away. Even if it feels like being split open, sternum cracked across the middle, until he’s left with a slick-red, yawning chest cavity.

He can’t look away, because her eyes are open and for the first time in the entire evening, they’re meeting his.

Like most instances involving her, he isn’t sure if he’s winning or losing anymore.

She doesn’t look away, and he can’t bring himself to either. It’s like he’s standing there, split from top to bottom, voluntarily exposed for her to prod at, to ruin. And yet, there’s a bittersweetness to it all.

Her lips aren’t on his, yet she’s looking at him as if she wishes they were.

There’s something taunting in her eyes. Something he might’ve mistaken as a threat if they were in their usual setting, mid-duel in the Undercroft.

A challenge.

It takes him a moment to realize that context shouldn’t matter. This is an invitation for battle, a glaring provocation. He stares.

The sight of her mouth on someone else’s makes bile rise in his throat, makes him so filled with rage and revulsion that he thinks he might suffocate on it all. Yet the sight of her eyes, the sheer amount of longing she’s able to convey in such a short glance, is enough to invigorate him, to channel all his rage and wanting into something else.

His legs move of their own accord.

Her reflexes are as sharp as they are in battle.

The second she sees him coming towards her, she reacts. Murmurs a hurried apology towards her date, who looks so confused Sebastian would almost feel bad for the bloke if he didn’t want to strangle him so violently.

She’s immediately cutting through the crowd towards the opposite direction, her eyes trained on one of the exits. He picks up his speed, but she’s quicker than him, smaller, able to duck through bunches of students with ease, even with her dress hindering her movements.

Adrenaline trickles up his spine. She throws him another glance over her shoulder and smirks, sly and knowing, a look that writhes under his skin in the way her glances always do.

Even if he’s the one chasing her, Sebastian feels awfully like the rodent in their little game of cat and mouse.

They both step into the quiet of the dimly-lit hallway, the sounds of the party bleeding away as the door shuts behind them, casting them in silence.

There’s a split moment where she spins around to look at him, chest heaving. The live-wire tension between them is pulled so taut it’s a miracle the air doesn’t crackle with static.

Neither of them move for a long moment, until her lips curl into a smile.

She breaks into a run and Sebastian doesn’t miss a beat.

He chases after her, his heart pounding with something primal, something instinctive. Like his self-control might slip away from him when he catches her, like he might just sink his teeth into soft flesh, dig his nails into supple skin. She runs as if she’s just as aware of this fact as he is.

He almost wants to punish her for it. Bite and scratch and mark as if in vengeance for her thinking she could ever get away from him. For her forgetting that she’s anything but his, as if she should simply know it by now.

She’s fast, but she’s nearly tripping over the dress she has fisted in her hands, and her heels don’t help. All it takes is for her to stumble around a corner and he’s on her, grabbing her gown, pulling her towards him.

He spins her around, and she grunts when he slams her against the wall. Teeth bared, strands of the elegant updo she’d had her hair in falling down over her shoulders, glittery makeup smeared down her cheeks — she looks like something savage.

For some reason, it makes something deep-set inside Sebastian ache.

“Let go,” she grits, struggling against the hold he has on her wrists, under the weight of his body that has her molded to the wall.

His grip only tightens, frustration simmering low in his gut. Sebastian has never known desire like this, shadowed by fury. Want and anger, love and hate, repulsion and obsession.

“I know what you’re doing,” he hisses.

She stills her thrashing in favor of looking up at him through her lashes with an expression so innocent, it’s crucifying.

“Attending a dance?”

His jaw sets. “Don’t get smart with me.”

“Why, are you having a hard time keeping up?”

He stares at her for a long moment, jaw working in tandem with his thoughts. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and she tilts her head, amused at how worked up he’s gotten.

“I know what you’re doing,” she says.

“And what’s that?”

“Thinking about how badly you want to kill me, probably,” she says. Her eyes fall to his lips and his breath stops in his throat. “Or kiss me. Haven’t quite worked out which one yet.”

“So certain that they’re mutually exclusive,” he murmurs, his gaze falling to mimic hers despite himself. “I think you forget that I’m very multi-faceted.”

“That I’m aware of,” she tilts her chin up, almost as if inviting him to press his mouth to hers, a siren’s call. “You manage to be mind-numbingly stupid and brilliantly obnoxious, all at the same time.”

He scoffs. “And you manage to be the most infuriating person on the planet.”

She seems starkly proud of the title. “What can I say, I invoke passion.”

“You invoke homicidal thoughts.”

“Not the only kinds of thoughts I invoke in you, is it, Sallow?”

He reddens. He’s spent too many showers hunched over his own fist with silencing charms plastered around the tiles for his response to be anything more than a blurted, evocative reaction.

“Anything you think I feel for you is precisely the opposite. I fucking despise you.”

He only notes a split second after that it’s not an outright denial.

Evidently, so does she. Because then, as if she were made to crawl under his skin, writhe underneath it until his nerves were a mess, she smiles.

What he truly despises is how pretty he finds it.

“You don’t hate me.”

He sneers. “Is that so?”

“Hate isn’t the opposite of love. Indifference is,” she leans in. “And I’d hardly call chasing me through the castle simply because I kissed someone else…indifferent.”

He decides then — or more accurately, his too-horny, too-angry, too-impulsive brain decides for him — to wipe the pleased grin off her face the most effective way he knows how.

With a hand fisted in her hair and his mouth crashing against hers.

It isn’t tender or sweet, nor the remotest definition of kind, but it’s fitting and dreadfully familiar, because it’s not like they’ve ever been nice to one another.

He lets go of her wrists to give her some fighting chance, because he’s cruel, but he prides himself on being fair. Instead of pushing him away, or going for her wand, or doing anything to indicate she doesn’t want this, however, she pulls him in. As if she knows exactly how to bring him to his knees, in any and all contexts, and revels in any opportunity to destroy him.

He almost thinks it’s a trap, another one of her grating ploys, but when she tangles her fingers in his hair and drags her nails down his scalp and kisses him back with just as much fervor as he does, it’s hard to believe it’s simply a farce.

Her tongue finds his and Sebastian wonders if they’ll ever do anything together that doesn’t mimic a battle. She fights for dominance in every stroke of her tongue against his, and his stubbornness refuses to grant her it.

“Fuck,” he groans against her mouth, because he’s learning just how much she kisses the same way she duels.

Dirty, unfair, brutal. Like she’s never been afraid of blood, or getting messy, or breaking things.

She stokes a fire that’s been simmering inside him until it’s red-hot and all-consuming, flames licking at the inside of his throat. He pulls her bottom lip between his teeth and bites until he tastes copper, finding some sick form of satisfaction at the pained little whine she lets out.

“You kissed him,” he pants, and there’s something raw in his voice. He rests his forehead against hers and stares at the crimson pooling on her lip. “You kissed him.”

She swallows. “I did.”

Sebastian despises how hurt he sounds. “I could kill him.”

“You won’t.”

“I could.”

“I know,” she nods, chest heaving against his. Her voice grows suddenly soft, until it’s barely a whisper. “I wanted it to be you.”

He groans, almost pained. “Did you?”

She nods.

“Has he ever touched you?”

She shakes her head.

“Tell the truth,” he says, fingers threading through the tangled remains of her chignon, tilting her face up towards him so he can meet her eyes. “Did you let him touch you?” He presses a leg between her thighs, barely able to feel her through layers of tulle. “Here?”

“No,” she gasps from the contact, nails scrambling to drag down his forearm. “Never.”

“Fuck,” he sighs, and tips his head down to press against her throat, drags his lips over her jaw. “Only me, hm? Say it.”

She shakes her head and his gaze darkens, pulling back to tighten his fingers still tangled in her hair, to tear a whimper from the back of her throat.

“No? Who then?”

“No one,” she whispers, and despite the tight angle her neck is at, despite the fear dancing behind her eyes, she smiles up at him again. “You haven’t touched me yet, though, have you?”

She’s baiting him, and he’s aware of it, and still it manages to work.

He feels his self-restraint slipping through the cracks of his fingers like sand. There’s traces of scarlet on her teeth he wants to drag his tongue over. He wants to suck the marrow from her bones.

He spins her around, presses her cheek into the cool flagstone of the corridor they’re in, and molds his body to hers.

“S-shit,” she curses when his patience wears thin and he yanks at the fabric hiding her body away from his, pulling at the skirt of her gown until it rips. “Asshole.”

“Looks better this way.”

His fingers coast up her thighs to hook into her knickers, tugging them down before she can protest. She gasps and he smiles against her cheek, pushing her hand away when she tries to cover herself.

He nips at her ear, his hand reaching between her legs to cup her sex, reveling in the way she tries to squirm away from him.

“What’s wrong? Going to act shy now?”

“Someone could see,” she grits, though something in her tone tells him she’s not going to stop him.

“Wouldn’t they be lucky.”

His breath stutters when he finally dips his fingers between her folds and finds how soaked she is. Something about the revelation is dizzying, the notion that she could possibly want this as badly as he does. He grinds his hips into her arse so she’s just as aware of how gone he is.

Immediately, his hand is fumbling with his belt, the other pressing bruises into her hip to keep her still. He kicks her feet open wider, spreading her for him. His fingers flex on her hip in anticipation.

“You have full permission to use any Unforgivables you want on me if you want me to stop,” he murmurs, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling deeply. He groans. “You’re not getting me off of you in any other way.”

When she doesn’t make any move for her wand he positions himself at her entrance, rubbing to coat himself in her fluids. Her breathing is heavy against the wall she’s pressed against, her gasps coming out in soft little pants. He revels in them for a long moment.

Then, he’s impaling her and all of her breathing stops. Replaced instead by a strangled sort of sound, as if he’d managed to knock out all of the air in her lungs with a single thrust. His jaw falls slack.

He manages to composure himself enough to murmur in her ear, voice hoarse. “Hurts?”

She chokes out a sob, nodding weakly. Her head falls against the wall, clenching around him as she tries to adjust to his size.

His hips snap forward again, even harsher this time, burying himself to the hilt and tearing a yelp out of her throat. “Good.”

“S–Sebastian—”

He pauses, so deep inside her he can feel every little pulse, hips flush against her arse. “Want me to stop?”

Miraculously, she shakes her head. It’s never like her to back down from a fight, after all.

“Of course,” he chuckles, though it sounds uncharacteristically strained, imprecise. Like he’s losing his grip. His head falls to her shoulder and he moans, grunting feverishly against her skin as he starts a brutal, unforgiving pace. “You can take it. Look so pretty taking it.”

“Please,” she whines. “Too much, I–I can’t,”

“You’re a tough girl,” he whispers, tone vicious despite his words. “You’re going to shut your fucking mouth and take my cock.”

She nods fervently, obediently, and Sebastian thinks he deserves a medal for not finishing right then. He yanks her hips back from the wall, shifting the angle and she gasps when he feels him push in even deeper.

“Oh my God,” she moans. “Good — feels s’good, yes, yes. Plea–please don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, voice sandpaper-rough. He snakes a hand to her front to rub tight little circles between her legs. “Look at you babbling. Dumb little cock-drunk slut. Can’t even think properly with me inside you like this, can you?”

Her response is too garbled for coherence, a mess of moans and pleas. He groans in a way that’s almost just as saturated with desperation, that tells her she’s not alone in her unraveling. He pulls her head back to smash his lips to her, stifling all kinds of confessions that threaten to escape him.

She breaks the kiss to gasp for air and his fingers swirl against her just right. She tightens. “Gonna — m‘gonna cum,”

“Yeah? Come for me, baby,” his voice breaks on the word, and he’s aware he’s practically begging. He’s too far gone to care, so he scrapes a kiss to her heat-flushed cheek and properly pleads.

“Please. So fucking beautiful. Let me see your pretty face when you come undone for me,” he stares down at her through half-lidded eyes and briefly contemplates the possibility that he’s died and gone to heaven when she looks back at him. “That’s it, look at me.”

He studies her as he sends her over the edge and pulls himself over along with her, her lashes fluttering as she struggles to keep her eyes on his.

The sight is enough to ruin him.

Her makeup a mess from the tear tracks running through them, the hair fisted in his hands in an even worse state, and somehow— she still manages a lopsided smile, as if beyond pleased with herself.

He’s faintly aware of the fact she’s won. He makes peace with the realization.

There’s nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing to fill the silence in the hallway as Sebastian tries to regain his bearings, still buried inside her. Neither of them move for a long moment, and Sebastian likens it to the peace following a war, a brief period of prosperity.

He’s conscious that it’s temporary.

She winces when he finally pulls out of her, their shared spend trickling down the insides of her thighs, her knees nearly giving out to the point he has to hold her up, even if his own legs feel dreadfully unstable.

It doesn’t take her long for her to detach her body from his own, to duck under his arm and slip away. Panic suddenly seizes his chest, dread trickling up his spine. For some reason, he can’t bear to watch her leave. He opens his mouth to say something—an apology, maybe—but she beats him to it.

“That was fun,” she says plainly, glancing back at him over her shoulder. It’s as if they’d just finished another duel. Hardly anything to bat an eye at. Sebastian is at a remarkable loss for words.

She hasn’t continued down the hallway, but she looks as if she’s prepared to.

He’s faintly aware of the fact he probably looks like a fish right now, jaw still slack.

When he doesn’t say anything, she turns her attention to righting her underthings and fixing the tattered remains of her gown. He watches her.

“Goodnight, Sebastian.”

Suddenly sprung to life by the threat of her absence, he takes a step forward. “I’ll walk you back.”

She snorts. “Ever the gentleman.”

“Unless, you’d like to, uh,” he stares down at his shoes, looking uncharacteristically sheepish. “I could transfigure something for us in the Undercroft.”

She looks amused. “My god, you’re insatiable.”

He reddens. “I didn’t mean—oh, Salazar, to sleep…I meant to sleep.”

She turns to face him fully and raises her brows. “You’re asking me if I’d like to forego my own bed in order to spend the night with you in a dusty cellar?”

Mortification washes over him. Why would she? He should’ve kept his mouth shut and walked her to her dorm room instead of deluding himself with the notion that this could’ve been anything more than a quick fuck.

She stares at him expectantly and his fingers twitch at his side with the desire to grab his wand and promptly Avada himself.

It’s then that she decides to saunter over to him, taking her time, until she’s right beside him and can tuck her arm into his. She gestures forward, almost impatient.

“Go on then. I’m little spoon.”

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Wednesday Addams -- "The wolf in my bed" (Part 3)

Wednesday Addams x Male reader/oc

Summary: The new girl at Nevermore Academy is forced to live with a person who is the complete opposite of herself. But what will happen when the brother of said roommate has a personality similar to Wednesday's?

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Wednesday POV

My research on the monster was progressing, but it was not doing so at the expected speed and every time I managed to advance one step, I was forced to take two steps back.

I don't know how he does it, but it's like the monster knows every move I'm going to make and I don't like that at all.

For example, the homeless man who lived in the old meeting house; who was murdered two nights ago. The monster sees me in the ruins and that same night kills the person who lived in that same place?

It's not a coincidence.

But thanks to that event, I got all the information about the bodies in the morgue and I have deciphered a pattern. It's subtle, but reading the reports and seeing the photos of the bodies it's easy to decipher.

Each victim has had a part of their bodies removed. The first victim was missing a kidney, the second a finger, the third his gallbladder and the homeless man from the meeting house two toes.

I don't know why the murderer needs these parts, but I plan to find out.

Thornhill 's class is anything but new information, since everything she is saying about orchids and their pollination is something I learned when I was 9 years old.

I hear a complaining sound from my left, causing me to look towards the person sitting next to me through my peripheral vision and seeing the school artist.

Xabier: I hurt my back fencing.- he excuses himself quickly without me asking him.

Mrs.Thornhill: The orchid produces pheromones that imitate a female insect, thus attracting males.- continues with her explanation. -Once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in return?- questions waiting for the answer from one of the students.

Bianca: Nothing. - she answers before anyone else. -Like all the boys at the dance.- she finishes amusingly, causing most of the students to laugh at it.

Mrs.Thornhill: Okay, okay.- she says to get the attention of all the students. -I know you're all looking forward to Saturday, that's why I'm not going to send you homework.- she informs us, causing a small celebration on the part of the rest. -But I'm going to need volunteers for the decoration committee, anyone interested can come see me.- she says with a smile ending the class.

As soon as class ends, everyone gets up from their seats and immediately starts talking to each other.

Xavier: What? Aren't you going to participate? - he asks me directly. -Don't you like disco balls and surprise punch? - he asks with some sarcasm. -There will even be a DJ, Mc Blood Suckaz - comments with some amusement .

Wednesday: I prefer to stick needles in my eyes.- I respond immediately. -Although maybe I will do it anyway.- I comment casually, knowing that I would prefer it a thousand times over going to the dance.

Xabier: Invite someone to have a little fun.- he says bending down to put the book in his backpack and that's when I see it.

On the right side of his neck, which was being hidden by his shirt and jacket; three scratches. That has not been done in fencing.

I get up from my chair, deciding to follow my classmate and try to find out how those injuries could have been caused. He's hiding something and I plan to find out what he's hiding at all costs.

POV You

I grunt tiredly, hiding my face in my arms and resting on one of the tables in the square. This is getting repetitive too fast.

Enid: Do you want to stop growling, you're exaggerating.- she assures me, hitting my arm.

Y/n: Then stop asking me the same thing fifty times.- I growl again, raising my head from my arms and giving her a dirty look.

Enid: I haven't asked you more than 3 times! - she exclaims in defense and I look at her, raising an eyebrow.

Y/n: Three times in the last five minutes.- I point out. -But you've been asking me the same thing for five days.- I remind her breathing deeply, not wanting to lose the little patience I have left.

Enid: I'll stop asking you when you do it.- she assures me, crossing her arms and with a smile full of superiority.

Y/n: And why do you want me to ask Wednesday if she wants to go to the dance with me? - I asked her confused with the reason behind her insistence. -What do you get out of all this? - I say without understanding anything.

Enid: Because you would be a perfect couple and because unlike you, I would love for my best friend and brother to be together. - She answers with a huge smile.

Y/n: Three things- I list with my fingers. -First, what makes you think that Wednesday of all people wants to go to the dance, this being an unnecessary social event for her?- I ask, raising a finger. -Second, at what point has your mind thought that your best friend wants to be in a romantic relationship with someone, when she almost didn´t agree to be your friend?- I raise the second finger.

Enid: Because I know... - she starts in her defense but I tell her to shut up.

Y/n: I'm talking.- I remember, looking straight into her eyes. -And third, haven't you learned from what Ajax did to you?- I ask her with some anger in my voice, but my anger is not directed at her.

Because even with all my warnings not to go out with any of my friends, she asked Ajax on a date and he stood her up. The worst thing of all is that my best friend doesn't want to tell me why he stood her up and I haven't spoken to him in several days because of that.

No one plays with my sister's feelings, and Ajax 's black eye is an example of the consequences of that.

Enid: You didn't need to say the last point.- she growls at me angrily and with a certain gleam of pain in her eyes. -But whether you want to listen to me or not, there is something between you two and you can't deny it.- he assures me, looking me directly in the eyes.

Y/n: Well, look how I deny it.- I say with a false smile. -There is nothing between Wednesday and me.- I assure seriously.

Enid: You don't even believe that yourself.- she snorts, shaking her head. -It took her a month to let me hold her arm and you slept in her bed the first week, plus I can see the looks you give each other.- She points her finger at me accusingly.

Y/n: What looks are you talking about? - I ask, completely confused with what my sister means.

Enid: Oh please, the looks you give each other every time the other isn't looking and the intense but strange way of flirting you have.- she comments with exasperation.

Y/n: I don't flirt, I just have fun getting on Wednesday 's nerves.- I shrug with an amused smile.

Enid: That's called flirting.- she assures me as if it were obvious. -And don't deny it because you know we can spend the whole day like this.- she points her finger at me again so I can close my mouth. -So are you going to ask her to go to the dance with you or not? - she asks again with a big smile.

Y/n: I'll think about it.- I accept tiredly. -But you promise me that if I do, you won't bother me anymore with the looks that you say we give each other and the supposed flirtation.- I stretch my hand towards her, watching her bite her lip and think carefully about whether to accept or not.

I can see the internal struggle she is having in her head through her eyes and every slightest gesture on her face. I just wait in silence and keeping my hand outstretched.

Enid: I promise.- she growls after a while, accepting my hand. -But only if you ask, otherwise I can continue bothering you.- she says with a smile, shaking our hands energetically.

Y/n: Whatever. - I deny amused by her attitude and getting up from the bench.

Enid: Where are you going? - She asks me confused when I let go of our hands.

Y/n: I have homework to do.- I respond, raising my shoulders.

Enid: But Professor Thornhill hasn't sent us anything.- She remembers me confused.

Y/n: Do you only have botany class? - I ask amused by the look f confusion on her face. -I'm leaving.- I say goodbye, entering the school hallways.

I walk towards my room, thinking about what my sister told me and as if on cue I see the person we were talking about.

Y/n: Wednesday! - I exclaimed, calling her and running to catch up with her. -How are you going with the investigation?- I ask her when I get to her side.

Wednesday: Good.- she nods her head, continuing walking. -I have new clues and I have discovered something about the deaths.- she tells me and I walk next to her.

Y/n: Do the dates or the shape of the wounds form some pattern?- I ask interested.

Wednesday: No. - she denies in response and doesn't say anything else.

She continues walking in the direction of Ophelia Hall, so I understand that she doesn't want to continue talking and I decide to stop walking. I watch her walk away and turn around to resume my walk to my room.

Wednesday: Where are you going? - I hear her question from behind me so I turn around seeing her with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

Y/n: To my room.- I respond confused. -I thought that since you haven't continued talking and haven't stopped walking, you wanted me to leave you alone.- I explain simply.

Wednesday: At any other time you would be correct about the message of my actions, but this is not the case.- she assures me with her monotonous tone of voice. -Now follow me.- she practically orders me, turning around and resuming her walk towards her room.

I quickly look around, making sure no one is around and run again to catch up with her.

We do the rest of the way to the room she shares with my sister in complete silence. Once inside the room, she walks over to a cork board and looks over her shoulder at me.

I approach, looking at the board and appreciating the reports and photos of what I assume are the victims of the monster.

Wednesday: There have been a total of four murders, but none of them are related to each other other than by the monster that killed them. - she explains to me, pointing to the files of the victims . -The attacks have happened on random days, there is no pattern regarding a specific number of days between one murder and another, nor any lunar phase or anything like that. - she continues explaining to me and I see each date of the murders on each victim.

Y/n: That means that wolves, for example, are ruled out since all the murders would had to be during the full moon. - I comment, reading the forensic file of the second victim.

Wednesday: Exactly, although it is clear that there are some wolves that do not need the full moon to transform. - she comments with a knowledge that I did not know she had. - You, for example. - she points her finger at me.

Y/n: How do you know that? - I ask confused, since not many people know it and it´s better to keep it that way.

Since it is very rare that a werewolf can make a complete transformation at any time, without the need for a full moon and it is something that must be kept secret.

It is very dangerous for it to be known, since it would be a perfect excuse for the normies to blame us for any crime like this and also such information can be dangerous in the hands of another supernatural being .

Wednesday: Enid.- responds simply.

Y/n: Of course.- I growl, annoyed with my sister, since she knows she can't tell anyone.

Wednesday: But it is clear that it is not a werewolf, since the claw wounds that the victims present are more spacious than those of a werewolf. - she explains to me, pointing to an abdomen, or what remains of it . -But I have noticed that in each victim, the murderer has extracted a part of their bodies and that none of them match.- she explains to me.

Y/n: You mean, the killer has taken a part of each victim 's body? - I asked confused. -As a type of amulet or reminder?- I question looking at the girl next to me, who is with her arms crossed.

Wednesday: It seems that way, but I still don't know the exact reason. - she answers me simply.

Y/n: I may not be right.- I comment thoughtfully. -But don't serial killers usually take the same thing from all their victims? - I ask without stopping looking at the photos.

Wednesday: Not always, most prefer to take any of the victim 's personal belongings. But when it's a part of the body, it varies depending on the murderer. - She explains to me and I nod, looking at her when I hear the sound of a piece of paper.

Y/n: What is that? - I ask her when I see how she takes out some pages from inside her school jacket.

Wednesday: Some very realistic and detailed drawings that I have gotten of our monster. - she responds, hanging the two drawings on the board.

Y/n: Where did you get them from? - I ask looking at said drawings.

Wednesday: From Xabier's hut.- she answers and I look at her quickly.

Y/n: He painted this? - I ask her without stopping to look at her and blindly pointing at the drawings.

She just makes a sound of confirmation, tearing her gaze from mine and moving it to my friend's sketches.

I imitate her action, returning my gaze to the paintings and paying attention to every detail of the monster.

I know that many times Xabier has very realistic lucid dreams that he then draws. But dreams are usually related to things he has seen or knows. Which would mean that he has somehow seen the monster.

Y/n: Do you think he has something to do with the monster?- I ask her in a low voice, not knowing if I want to know the answer.

Wednesday: It is possible.- it confirms my fears. -Today he had a fairly large scratch on his neck and was acting a bit suspicious. In addition to the fact that those were not the only drawings, wherever you looked, the monster's face was everywhere in that hut. - she tells me and I sigh without wanting to continue with the topic.

I decide to take a couple of steps back, moving away from the board a little and trying to think of something else.

Y/n: Hey Wednesday.- I caught her attention, causing her to look at me instead of the board. -Would you like to go with me to the Raven on Saturday?- I ask her the first thing that comes to mind unconsciously to change the topic.

I open my eyes realizing what I've said and my heartbeat skyrockets. I can see that her eyes have also opened in surprise, but they have barely opened two millimeters and if I wasn't staring at her I wouldn't have noticed.

The air in the room becomes very heavy, due to the silence and lack of response from the black-haired girl. I swallow heavily, feeling my body temperature rise and my heart beat in my throat.

Wednesday: No. - responds monotonously and for some reason that I don't understand, I feel disappointment invade my body and a phantom weight in my heart, as if I had stones in it.

Y/n: I know that you are not the type of person who enjoys unnecessary social events like dancing and that you prefer to stay in your room writing your novel. - I explained quickly without thinking. -But I wanted to ask you just in case.- I lift my shoulders, feigning indifference.

Wednesday: I don't reject you for that reason.- she assures me and I look at her confused. -It's because I've already asked someone and that person has accepted.- she tells me with the same monotony as always.

I think since I've known her, it's the first time I hate how monotonous her voice is and how impassive her face is. Because for once, I would like her to express a minimum of feelings with her features so I can at least know what she thinks.

Y/n: Oh.- I murmur a few seconds after her response and processing the information she has given me.

She doesn't say anything, she just watches me in complete silence and for the first time, it makes me uncomfortable.

Never before had I felt so watched by her and so uncomfortable and embarrassed in her presence. I don't want to continue feeling her gaze on me, trying to read me, much less for her to realize that this rejection has somehow caused something in me.

Y/n: I think I've bothered you enough.- I clear my throat, taking a step back. -I have things to do.- I excuse myself, pointing to the door and walking towards it.

Wednesday looks at me, nodding and turning her attention back to the board.

I take advantage of the fact that her back is turned to flee from the room and walk towards mine, feeling the disappointment latent within me.

These feelings are the reason why I didn't want to ask her to go to the dance in the first place. I knew she was going to say no and that I would feel bad, but I didn't think will fell this bad.

I thought it would be like that day in the ruins, when Xabier appeared and they both ignored my existence, as if I were not by their side. I thought I would feel a certain heaviness for her failure to acknowledge my existence and anger for having her full attention on Xabier instead of me.

But it has not been that way. I know that what I felt the other time was jealousy and I still don't really understand why.

Although this time it wasn't jealousy, it was as if they were piercing my chest and squeezing my heart, preventing it from pumping blood to the rest of my body.

The worst thing of all is that she has asked someone to go to the dance, it was not another boy who asked her and for some strange reason she has been forced to accept.

No.

She was the one who asked someone to go to the dance with her and I didn't see her very upset about it when she told me.

On the other hand, how can I know what she feels if she never shows it.

Wednesday POV

After the strange interaction with Y/n and my refusal of his invitation to the Raven, he excuses himself and I am left alone in my room.

I don't spend much time alone before my extravagant roommate walks into our room and looks at me with a slightly disturbing smile.

Enid: I've seen my brother walk away from Ophelia Hall.- she comments in a sing-song voice, causing me to look at her seriously.

Wednesday: I have shared with him the progress of my research.- I respond walking towards her.

Enid: And you have only talked about the investigation? - she asks with some emotion to which I cannot find an obvious origin.

Wednesday: Yes.- I agree emphatically. -But I need your worldly wisdom for a last minute situation that has arisen.- I say, maintaining my usual seriousness and impassiveness, but without knowing very well what I have to do.

Enid: Okay? - nods with some insecurity.

Wednesday: What are the steps to follow to attend a social event like the Raven? - I ask, maintaining my position and avoiding reacting to the inhuman scream that my roommate lets out.

Enid: Oh my goodness! Wednesday Addams is going to the dance! - she exclaims, jumping on the spot and with a somewhat high-pitched voice. -Do you know what you need? - she asks me excitedly.

Wednesday: A shot to the head? - I ask sincerely.

Enid: A dress! - she exclaims full of emotion.

Wednesday: I already have one.- I assure her without reacting to her emotion.

Enid: Is it the one you showed up here with? - she asks with some fear on her face. -It was an abomination for fashion that not even I could resurrect.- she assures me. -Thing, help me.- she says to the hand on my right.

He responds with a thumbs up, implying that he agrees with her and that I cannot wear the dress in which I arrived at Nevermore .

Enid: You need something that says: First date, get out of the way bitches! - she exclaims with too much energy. -Besides, being Y/n's sister, I can help you better.- she assures me with an even bigger smile than the one he had before.

Wednesday: What does your brother have to do with all this?- I ask normally and with some confusion at the mention of the boy.

Enid: Aren't you going to the dance with him?- she asks, erasing the smile from her face and frowning in confusion .

Wednesday: No. - I deny immediately. -I'm going with Xabier, for reasons that aren't important right now.- I explain and I see how her face contorts in a similar way to her brother's when I rejected his invitation to the dance.

Although the expression on my roommate's face is lighter and she doesn't have the lost look like her brother has had for a few moments.

In addition, the range of emotions that her face shows is not exactly the same and there is a difference between the emotions of confusion, some sadness and perhaps guilt that Enid reflects, which are easy to decipher.

His brother's were more difficult, since I had only been able to clearly see the gesture of disappointment and the emotion of pain he made for a second.

But otherwise I can't say exactly what emotions he felt, much less the reasons why he felt them.

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zhoras-bitch · 1 month

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Deepest condolences to the heterosexual girlies, but The One Vol. 2 is for the wlws only. Yes, there is Joel, and he's perfectly fine but. Sapphic players get to have 3 female LIs with different personalities and different relationship with the MC, and all of them serve cunt. There is the sweet main character Bianca, whose affection you have to win over in a princess x knight in shining armour kind of way. There is the competitive rivals-to-lovers dynamic with cocky Imani (who is also kinda butch! like when has this ever happened?). And there is the forbidden romance (with some mentor-mentee sprinkles) with the dramatic mysterious Host. Yes, this wasn't a competition, but the gays sure are winning.

#hope no one takes it as hate cause that's not how i mean it #im just actually really excited about the romance in this book #im not gonna say the story is anything groundbreaking #also yes i know bianca is gender customizable but #shhhhh just let me have this ok #romance club #the one #the one vol 2 #bitch speaks

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choicesficwriterscreations · 25 days

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CFWC F/AotW - Mar 24 - 30, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA

AMERICAS MOST ELIGIBLE

Bianca Sandoval x MC Fanart 🎨by @lilyoffandoms

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Birth ✒️| Tyril Starfury x F!human!MC - @petalouda85

Blades MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

I Trusted You 🎨| Aerin Valleros x F!human!MC - @erixadraws

Tyril Starfury x F!human!MC Fanart 🎨 by @lilyoffandoms for @petalouda85

BLOODBOUND

Be An Amazing Mother ✒️| Adrian Raines x MC - @stanathanxoox

Gaius Augustine Fanart 🎨by @gaiuskamilah

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CRIMES OF PASSION

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Home ✒️| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

Lofi Beats To Supress Your Anxiety To ✒️| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads

So Was it Honestly the Best? ✒️🏳️‍🌈| m!Trystan Thorne x MC - @choices-ceri

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Incident in the Ghostland (Chapter 8) ✒️Ⓜ️| Cassius Harlow x Gabe Adalhard - @dreamscapingsblog

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The DeFacto Queen (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys x MC, Drake Walker x MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 5: Come Together

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Once Upon a Time, Book 1. Ch. 1 (Part 7) ✒️| Liam Rys, Drake Walker, etc. - @fadingreveries

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Immortal Desires / Open Heart

The Meeting ✒️| Original Characters - @ezekielbhandarivalleros

Immortal Desires/Murder at Homecoming

Murder at Homecoming: Harlow Part 4 ✒️| Cassius Harlow x MaH F!MC - @korgbelmont

Murder at Homecoming: Harlow Part 5 ✒️| Cassius Harlow x MaH F!MC - @korgbelmont

Murder at Homecoming: Harlow Part 6 - Finale ✒️| Cassius Harlow x MaH F!MC - @korgbelmont

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A Good Day for Death (Book 1) Chapter Ten

Wednesday Addams x Reaper! Reader

Chapter Ten: A Good Day for Shopping

Summary: Everyone is excited for the Rave'N, except Wednesday, who, of course, just wants to continue her investigation. Unfortunately for her, her partner in crime is ready to party, and Wednesday herself is dragged in.

The next day near the end of botany class, after they finished their reading of the section, (Y/N) asked, “How did Enid take your new dorm decorations?”

When they had headed out for the morning, (Y/N) had spied Wednesday putting the photos of the victims and severed body parts up on a board. They had heard Wednesday sneaking out the previous night and guessed that she was up to something. They had been anxiously awaiting a moment to ask her what she had discovered on her little trip.

“She didn’t appreciate my unsanctioned trip to the morgue,” murmured Wednesday so no one overheard. “She fainted when she saw the different surgically removed organs and limbs.”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine Enid would like seeing that so early in the morning,” agreed (Y/N). They frowned. “Wait, surgically removed?”

Wednesday nodded. “After the victims are killed by the monster, someone is removing body parts.”

(Y/N) furrowed their brow. “That just gives more questions about this monster issue than answers.”

“Unfortunately, yes,” said Wednesday.

“Alright, class,” called Thornhill. “I know everyone’s excited Saturday, but we have some lessons to finish up. To sum up the reading, while most plants reward their pollinators with sweet nectar, many carnivorous varieties turn to sexual trickery or deception. The orchid specifically produces a pheromone that mimics a female insect, luring the males in. Now, once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in exchange?”

“Nada. Just like all the guys at the Rave’N,” joked Bianca. The students laughed and began talking amongst themselves once again.

“Okay, okay.” Thornhill gathered their attention again. “I know you’re all excited about Saturday, which is why I haven’t assignment any homework.” The students nearly cheered with joy. “But I do still need volunteers for the decorating committee. Anyone interested, come and see me up here. Class dismissed!”

“You’re not gonna volunteer?” asked Xavier, looking at Wednesday. “Aren’t you pumped about disco balls and spiked punch? There’s even a DJ. MC Blood Suckaz.”

“I’d rather stick needles in my eyes,” said Wednesday at the suggestion that she would go to a party.

“Yeah, but you’d do that for fun,” teased (Y/N).

“I’d at least stick them into others’ eyes,” agreed Wednesday.

“Well, you could always invite someone to the Rave’N to have some fun,” said Xavier. Clearly, he was hoping to go with Wednesday. He put his sketchbook away and revealed three long scratches on his neck.

“That would be even more torturesome. And not the fun kind of torture,” said Wednesday, standing up.

(Y/N) followed but trailed behind in slight disappointment. They had to admit they were hoping that if Wednesday did get convinced to go the Rave’N, that she would go with them since they were partners in crime. They didn’t think there was much of a chance of her going anyway, but (Y/N) had entertained a small hope.

“Did you see his neck?” remarked Wednesday, snapping them out of their thoughts.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, the scratches,” said (Y/N).

“They look similar to those of the monster’s victims,” said Wednesday. “I’m going to see what he’s up to in his free time.”

“Like in his art shed?” asked (Y/N).

“If that’s all it is,” said Wednesday darkly.

“Alright, good luck,” said (Y/N).

Wednesday looked at (Y/N) out of the corner of her eye. “You’re not accompanying me?”

“Can’t. I’m helping Enid decide on what look she’s going for at the Rave’N. She’s making a masterplan to make Ajax jealous since he ditched her on the date they planned,” said (Y/N). They grinned. “Hopefully we make him really regret that decision.”

Wednesday nodded. “If you are in need of torture tools for the boy, they are in my desk.”

“We only will if he manages to somehow hurt Enid’s feelings at the dance. That would mean war,” said (Y/N) brightly.

“Okay, so, full pink hair, I’ll ask some witches to perform a spell for it, sequined dress, which we’ll get in town, and what are we doing with your nails?” said (Y/N) as they wrote down what Enid had so far decided on.

“I don’t want to match too much, but I want to keep a theme,” said Enid thoughtfully.

“How about pink nails? And one of them could have some sparkles?” suggested (Y/N).

“You’re a genius,” said Enid excitedly. “So what about you, what are you going to wear?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll take a look when we go into town.”

The door to the dorm swung open, and a traumatized-looking Wednesday entered the room. “I am horrified to say it, but I am going to the dance.”

Enid’s eyes widened. “You’re going to the Rave’N?”

Wednesday gritted her teeth. “In an attempt to investigate Xavier, I was accosted by him and had to save my cover by asking him to the Rave’N.”

(Y/N) felt their heart clench. Yes, Wednesday was just doing it so Xavier didn’t realize she had been sneaking around his art shed, but it was disappointing that she was going with a guy who definitely had a thing for her. (Y/N) was, well, jealous of Xavier.

“I guess we’ll have to get you a dress, then,” said (Y/N), swallowing their envy.

“I already have one,” said Wednesday.

Enid made a horrified face. “That thing was a fashion emergency not even lightning could resuscitate. Thing, (Y/N), back me up.” Thing gave a thumbs up.

(Y/N) shrugged sheepishly. “You looked nice, Wednesday, but it’s not exactly up to a formal dance’s dress code.”

Wednesday crossed her arms and just glared at them.

“I know just the place to fix this,” said Enid excitedly. “We need to get to Jericho, stat!”

“What kind of dystopian hellscape is this?” questioned Wednesday as she glowered at the “Hewte Kewture” store before her.

“The dance committee’s suggesting all white to match the white, but that’s not going to fly with us,” said Enid, ignoring Wednesday.

“I have more pressing business than to worry about a dance I don’t want to attend,” said Wednesday, turning away. “I’m going to speak to Sheriff Galpin. I’m planning to convince him to give me more information on the case.” She glanced at (Y/N) to see if they were joining.

Enid grabbed (Y/N)’s arm and smiled at Wednesday. “Have fun! I’m commandeering your partner-in-crime.”

“Good luck with Sheriff Galpin,” said (Y/N), smiling. Wednesday nodded to them and walked away.

Enid dragged (Y/N) into Hewte Kewture. “Alright, first things first, we’re getting you a dress.”

(Y/N) frowned. “I thought today was your fashion show. You know, make a statement to Ajax that he should have showed up?”

“Yeah, but I can’t have my best friend not turn up looking a-ma-zing.” Enid grinned at (Y/N). “You know, to prove to Xavier that he might be the one going with Wednesday, but you are so much better than him.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they turned red. “It’s just a cover. Wednesday doesn’t want him to know she was breaking into his art shed.”

Enid ignored the mention of Wednesday breaking and entering. “Yeah, but he thinks it’s more than that, and we need to remind him you and Wednesday are way cuter.” (Y/N) somehow turned even redder.

“Alright, we’ve both found dresses,” said Enid happily.

(Y/N) nodded, holding the box with their dress in it. They honestly really liked their dress and were excited to wear it. Even if they weren’t going with Wednesday like they hoped, they were determined to have fun.

“Now, I’ve been invited to get coffee with Yoko. Would you hate me if I headed out?” said Enid.

(Y/N) smiled and shook their head. “No, I’m going to head back to Nevermore. Have fun.”

“By the way, I’m hoping that Bianca charms Xavier or something so that you can go with Wednesday,” said Enid as she ran out. “Oh! I’ll ask a witch to curse him!”

You know, Enid can be craftier than people think, thought (Y/N), smiling and shaking their head.

“Don’t want to ask what trouble you’re in now,” said Tyler teasingly as Wednesday left the sheriff’s office.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” replied Wednesday. “Your father’s in particularly frustrating form today. Avoid.”

“Yeah, welcome to my world,” said Tyler. He cleared his throat. “You guys have the Rave’N this weekend, right? It was all the buzz at the Weathervane today.”

“I must be the only one not obsessed with this stupid dance,” muttered Wednesday. “Even (Y/N) is into it.”

“So, you’re not going?” asked Tyler.

“Actually, I was forced to ask someone as an act of self-preservation,” said Wednesday.

Tyler’s face was one of confusion. “Sure, that happens, I guess. So, who is it? (Y/N)?” Tyler had seen Wednesday with (Y/N) quite a bit, so his jealousy chose them as the person Wednesday would be going with for “self-preservation.”

“No. Xavier,” said Wednesday.

Tyler was further annoyed. “Got it.” He brushed past her. “Hope you two have fun.”

“I’m not sure you’re upset,” said Wednesday, turning to face him.

“That’s kind of the problem,” said Tyler. “I mean, call me crazy, Wednesday, but you keep giving me these signals.”

Wednesday’s expression didn’t change. “It’s not my fault I can’t interpret your emotional Morse code.” The only person she was seen hanging around with was (Y/N), so why Tyler thought he was getting signals was unknown to her.

“Then let me spell it out. I thought we liked each other, but then you pull something like this, and I have no idea where I stand,” said Tyler. “Am I in the ‘more than friend’ zone or just a pawn in some game you’re playing?”

Again, Wednesday didn’t react. Tyler wasn’t someone she sought out for anything other than information, and while he was traditionally attractive, Wednesday was never one to be drawn in just by that type of stuff. Sure, he may become a friend at some point (though she denied it), but there wasn’t really anything more on Wednesday’s end. Tyler’s assertion that he thought he was getting hints of affection from Wednesday were just odd.

“I am prioritizing, and emotions are not first,” said Wednesday to get herself out of the conversation. Without waiting for a response, she turned away and walked to the bus back to Nevermore.

After her trip into the monster’s cave with Eugene’s help, Wednesday returned to Xavier’s shed. She needed his DNA to compare to the monster claw left in its lair. Hopefully this wouldn’t take long and then she could figure a way out of going to the Rave’N. If she could get Galpin to test it, that would work. Wednesday nearly smiled in satisfaction as she found a bloody rag in the trash, undoubtedly Xavier’s. She tucked it into a plastic bag and then placed that in her backpack. Before she could leave, however, Xavier walked in.

“What are you doing?” asked Xavier.

“How do you know what the monster looks like?” questioned Wednesday. “Or are these all just self-portraits?”

Xavier scoffed. “What, you think it’s me? I saved your life.”

“With the gargoyle, that was (Y/N),” pointed out Wednesday. “But if you’re talking about the night Rowan was killed, the monster did save me.”

“You are so out of line right now,” snapped Xavier.

“I’m trying to uncover the truth,” said Wednesday. “And your art seems to have a recurring motif.”

Xavier swallowed. “Yeah. This creature’s been haunting my dreams for weeks. I try to block it out, but I can’t. So I just…come in here and paint it. While I was painting this one—” he gestured to a large painting “—claws reached out and took a swipe at me. That’s how I got these.” He pulled at the collar of his shirt to show his scratch marks.

“I thought you were able to control your ability,” said Wednesday appraisingly.

“Not when it comes to this,” admitted Xavier.

“Maybe it’s your guilty conscience,” suggested Wednesday.

“I told you I’m not the monster, okay?!” cried Xavier.

Wednesday took out of the drawing she had taken from his shed earlier. “You just happened to draw pictures of it, down to the location of its lair in the woods?” she challenged. “Those are some pretty vivid dreams. And you keep trying to convince me that visions can’t be trusted, yet yours are fine.”

“You were in here,” realized Xavier. “Before, when I caught you outside.” Wednesday looked slightly to the side as she realized she had given herself away. “That’s the only reason you asked me to the Rave’N?” He scoffed incredulously. “To try and cover. You are unbelievable!”

“It’s nothing personal,” said Wednesday.

“No! It never is with you, is it?!” cried Xavier. “I mean, do you even care about anyone or anything at all, Wednesday?!”

He’d be unhappy to know that she did care about other people, but it just wasn’t him that she cared about in the way he wished.

“No, Thing, for the last time, I’m not going,” said Wednesday as she gathered her supplies for the stakeout she and Eugene were going to. (Y/N) was too busy with the dance so Wednesday was heading with the Hummers crew.

Thing continued tapping against the desk furiously. He was trying to convinced Wednesday to go since he was on Enid’s side trying to pair Wednesday and (Y/N) up.

“No. I don’t care that (Y/N)’s going, and no, I don’t care that they’re dressed up. I don’t care about parties or any of that stuff,” said Wednesday.

Thing paused in his equivalent of a sigh and tapped out his final message.

“What do you mean you and Enid told them I was going to be joining them?” hissed Wednesday. “I didn’t even bother getting a dress.”

Thing pointed to the bed in response. A black box lay on it. Wednesday glared at him but opened the package. The dress from Uriah’s Heap shop window lay in it. She sighed.

“Fine. But only because I can’t have (Y/N) being upset at me,” muttered Wednesday. Thing tapped the desk. “No, not because I would care. Because it would interrupt my investigation, that’s why.”

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Tarnished Blood: Part 1

Disclaimer: want everyone to know that the future is not the canon of the series! This is my own personal headcanon of what I imagine my MC to have in the Blood Legacies (creator: @bloodlegacies). While I have read probably every piece of lore for the blog, there might be some things that are not canon in my story. If there are, then you can message me and correct me for future fanfics; however, it might not change said fanfic where I got the lore, magical properties, or anything else wrong.

Paring: Hayden x OC!Bianca

Warning: none?

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The sound of tapping brought Bianca out of her thoughts; however, she did not look at the source and instead stared at the key points that she would have to cover in the next meeting with the court about the trade routes written on a piece of parchment.

Maybe I should ask my father about this?

Bianca sighed. She missed her father dearly, and although she knew he would drop what he was doing to help her, she felt guilty bothering him with simple trade routes just for an excuse to check up on him.

He was still in Darian; however, it was really Bianca who kept her house in power and her people happy as she had come of age to rule. However, that did not mean her father just sat on his ass. No. If anything, he helped take most of the stress off her shoulders, making sure everything went smoothly. He wasn't just her commander anymore; he was her commander if the crown on her head was any indication.

It was odd having her father follow her orders and not the other way around; however, Bianca knew deep down that she would never be the one in charge when it came to the relationship with her father. She respected him too much. Maybe she should try not to rely on him too much and let him enjoy his time in his older years with that new lover of his.

What would I do without him?

That thought came with an aching feeling of grief at the thought of losing another parent; however, she scowled at herself for having such a morbid thought. Bianca knew that one day it would come when her father wouldn't be around, but she would get through it; it would be full circle as it would now be her turn to teach her own children to slowly let her go as they grew into adulthood.

Speaking of children, the tapping became so excessive that Bianca finally looked up from her notes to see her middle child tapping away at the table with her right hand, her index finger having just a hint of ice on her tip as she mulled over her notes. In her left hand sat a quill as her daughter wrote something down and then frowned before roughly scratching through the paper again.

Bianca couldn't help but have a small hidden smile as she stared at the twelve-year-old. At only twelve, her daughter, the second heir and princess of Petrus, was probably one of the smartest scholars that their kingdom has ever seen.

The way that she consumed knowledge was amazing; unlike her siblings, who saw their studies as chores or a responsibility, it seemed that her middle child enjoyed her studies. Now only if Bianca could get her daughter to pick up a sword like her oldest than would she be unstoppable.

Bianca just stared at her daughter, watching as her nose wrinkled when she got frustrated, and the tapping got louder and louder. Unable to sit still, just like her father, getting him to sit through a whole meeting, people would think you were sending him off to war at how he moped and pouted, but with a few threatening comforting words, he seemed to make it through the "torture."

Although Hayden wasn't nearly as focused as their middle child, when mentioned to him once when they were alone, Bianca remembered him saying that her nose wrinkle reminded him of his sister when she would get annoyed at him.

Bianca smiled at the thought, and she remembered thinking than that the name of her daughter was even more fitting.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Bianca finally pressed her lips together before speaking.

"Serah."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Serah did not look up from her paper, and the tapping only seemed to increase, which put Bianca on edge.

"Serah." Bianca said again, a little more bite in her tone, and she noticed that her daughter's whole finger was covered in frost.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Serah Gloryann Elkar!"

The princess looked at her mother, letting Bianca get a more full view of her daughter. Serah's light blonde curls were even more messy than usual, and Hayden's eyes stared back at her in a wide-eyed state.

"What is wrong?" Bianca spoke with a calmer voice, her expression remaining cold as usual.

Serah bit her lip as she looked down at the paper again and looked back at her mother, nervousness clear on her face as she shrank back.

"N-nothing." Serah spoke quietly, in her usual timid tone.

Bianca wished now more than ever that her daughter had not gotten her quiet nature from her; however, maybe that trait would stop the rumors that Serah was not her daugher. If she heard those whispers herself she would gladly show the stretch marks along her stomach. No one questioned if Serah was Hayden's child. Everyone could see she had Elkar blood through her veins just by looking at her eyes.

"I do not like being lied to by Serah." Bianca said this with a raised eyebrow and looked at the parchment in front of her daughter. "Does it have something to do with whatever you are writing?"

Serah's cheeks turned pink. "What? No!"

Bianca's eyes narrowed, which made the girl in front of her squirm in her seat. She needed to teach her daughter to have a better poker face if she wanted to survive in court.

I will make sure to give her a lesson some time next week.

The Queen made a mental note in her head as she studied her daughter's flushed expression and dilated pupils, and it all clicked into place. There was only one person who had any kind of effect on her daughter in such a way.

"You are writing to Zemislav." It was not a question but a statement as Bianca leaned back to get an even more perfect view of Serah's wide-eyed expression once again.

"He was just asking about something." Serah fiddled with the corner of her paper.

The...infatuation was clear on Serah's face, and Bianca held herself back from killing the young preteen that seemed to wiggle his way into her daughter's heart.

The queen side of her knew it would be a great match. Zemislav...while he was nothing like his mother, Sofia, who only wanted a sweet release of sleep, it seemed that Zemislav, from what Bianca had seen, never slept and was always a ball of energy ready to go off at any moment. Poor Sofia. But still, it was a good match for both families.

The mother side of Bianca wanted to strangle the young man; her daughter was only twelve, and now Bianca had to worry about crushes. She didn't even think that her eldest had become smitten with anybody as of late; however, that wasn't surprising since her eldest would rather be left alone with a training dummy than any kind of person if it didn't have to do with achieving progress in their kingdom.

Bianca shook her head and tried not to let a scoff slip. This Zemislav was fourteen and already in the academy; what in the gods names was he doing writing to her daughter when he should be focusing on his studies? Maybe she should write to Sofia.

Worry gripped Bianca like a viper, and she had to force herself to remain stoic. Serah could make the most successful battle plans and strategies; however, it was no secret that her middle child was naive about the setting of the court and the wicked ways that would try to use a young princess for their own personal gain, especially a marriage alliance.

Serah got Bianca's own quiet nature. Yes. But instead of the cold expression that Bianca was blessed with that sent people on their way or even Hayden's mischievous smirk that kept people on their toes, it seemed her daughter was blessed with an open, friendly smile, which made Bianca often question which side of the family she got it from.

Not Serah's grandfather...that was for sure.

Bianca let go of the chair arms that she didn't even realize she had gripped, which were now covered in a thick frost. Hopefully her daughter didn't see, and from her daughter's open expression, she did not.

"What did your friend want?" Bianca said the word "friend" with distaste that Serah didn't seem to catch.

"He was asking if you were going to be announcing that Martella was going to the academy soon......everyone is curious." Serah whispered, her voice cracking a little; however, her eyes were trained on Bianca, studying her.

Smart girl.

Bianca kept the fear off her face, and her hands shook under the table. "Tell Zemislav that there will be an announcement soon."

Serah bit her lip. "Mother, rumors are spreading of Martella's elemen-."

"That. Is. Enough." Serah shivered at her mother's cold tone.

Bianca continued. "I don't want to hear another word about this." Grayish blue eyes met light teal, and a look of understanding crossed over the table.

Serah nodded, looking back down at her quill before uttering a quiet. "Yes, mother."

The sound of the doors slamming open made the two royals turn in their seats.

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WEEK FOUR+ MASTERLIST || WK 3 || WK 2 || WK 1 || WELCOME || RULES || PROMPTS || HOST

This week will also include the final half week. I’ll add to it as people contribute.

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You said a week ago you needed some requests so have no fear, I can save you!

So like, wouldn't a Percy x Reader fic where reader is a daughter of Persephone be nice?!?! Yes, yes it would.

Then,a Nico x Reader fic where Reader is a child of Apollo but also a legacy of Venus so they are Greek and Roman and go between the camps long before Nico. Reader meets them in the Lotus Casino Hotel and then sees him at the school when they save him and Bianca, and then after nico is constantly disappearing one day Reader sees him at camp jupiter and like "Nico?" And he's like "?" and "ohhhhhh hi mc" and all fluffy and besties and stuff just pls make it cute.

I hope these ideas make sense, ty!

Nico Di Angelo x Child of Apollo!reader Platonic

Gender:Gender neutral

Warnings: uh yk normal demigod stuff

Word count: 1332

A/N hiiii i hope this is what you meant and also i might do Percy x child of persephone in the future hopefully! Also Happy Yule!!

You knew about both Greek and Roman camps for a long time. Before you even went to one of the camps Apollo came to you and told you everything. You were shocked obviously gods actually existed?.

Your mom died before you got to know her which led to you in foster care for most of your life. Apollo told you everything when you were 10. He said you could choose whichever camp you wanted to go to and you choose both. Apollo was very hesitant insisting you choose one but you knew what you wanted.

Admittedly it did take some guilt tripping for Apollo to finally agree(and also you made him promise to teleport you to either camp whenever). First you went to the Greek camp then had to go to Lupa. You did prefer the Greek camp but still went to the Roman one.

So for the past two years you've been going back and forth between camps not having any quests until Percy Jackson came. He got claimed by one of the big three after a couple weeks at camp.

You knew about the prophecy so you were a little suspicious of him at first. You knew about Jason too so you knew it had to be one of them unless there were other children of the big three out there.

Anyway you ended up having to go on the quest with Percy. At some point you ended up in a casino called Lotus Casino. You all went your separate ways and played games and just doing loads of stuff.

One time you ended up near the “just dance” game and was about to play it until a little boy came up. “Can I play the game with you?”. He looked like a little puppy when he said it so you agreed immediately.

You both started to play and you were beating him by a lot so you slowed down until you heard a shout “Nico! There you are i couldn't find you” A girl with a green cap on her head came running up to you guys.

You guessed the little boy was Nico. “Oh i'm sorry we were just playing a game” You said getting off of the game and standing near it.

The girl grabbed the boy's hand and smiled “Its ok I was just worried he's my little brother. Im bianca by the way” She reached a hand out for to shake “Im Y/N”

You ended up getting to know them more and playing games until Annabeth came running up to you “Y/n! Y/n! We have to go now” she grabbed your hand and started pulling you. “Ok ok Annabeth one minute”

You turned to say goodbye to Bianca and Nico “I'm sorry I have to leave but maybe we'll see each other again?” They both looked sad but said goodbye.

You didn't see them again until you were 14. You were in Percy's mom's car on your way to a school to help Grover with some demigods. You became good friends with Thalia even though you knew her brother yet she didn't know you knew. It honestly got so confusing sometimes.

Since you were a child of Apollo you could see the future more than your siblings could which made it confusing when you had dreams of the Greeks and Romans working together. As Apollo told you they had to be separated.

You snapped out of your thoughts when Sally touched your shoulder “You alright dear?” She had a motherly smile on her face. You smiled back and said “yeah fine just lost in my head”

You didn't know it was Nico and Bianca until after Annabeth fell off the cliff. You turned away from the cliff and looked at the hunters of Artemis; you still didn't notice them until a force hit you waist. “Y/n!”

“Nico!”

You hugged back and looked up to see Bianca smiling at you. You all hugged and talked with each other.

What was weird was how they looked the exact same since you saw them even though it's been two years. You didn't dwell on it much longer just playing it off.

When you all got back from the quest you thought it would be good to go with Percy when he told Nico what happened. Nico, understandably, freaked out and ran away. You spent the most time looking for him feeling responsible after his sister died. It wasn't until your siblings finally urged you to go to sleep that you stopped.

After that you went to the roman camp more. All your friends there barely saw you. You didn't even go on the quest into the Labyrinth. You did help them with the battle and finally saw Nico there.

After the whole battle you saw Nico and hugged him and just talked with him. He did leave again but he promised to visit.

After the huge battle that you guys won against the titans is when you did actually spend even more time at Camp Jupiter. A lot of your siblings died during the battle which led to you spending more time with Jason and Reyna.

When you were at Camp Half Blood you did notice how Nico disappeared a lot and seemed to avoid you. Which was odd. You thought you finally connected with Nico only for him to avoid you.

It wasn't until you were taking a walk at Camp Jupiter did you finally realize why.

You paused in your step when you saw a thin pale boy with black messy hair walking in front of you with a girl right beside him. You tilted your head this couldn't be Nico could it? He was Greek, he could not have known about this camp and who was the girl next to him?.

You stayed behind them trying to figure out if it was him when you noticed a ring he had on. The ring you gave him after his sister died. They weren't far ahead and could definitely hear you if you said something.

“Nico?” you questioned. He and the girl turned.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” He said in a panicky tone. His eyes looked wide and he seemed scared. The girl was staring at both of you, her head going back and forth, probably wondering what was going on.

“I'm a legacy of Venus. What are you doing here?” You narrowed your eyes at him. He better not try to get out of this.

“I brought my sister a child of Pluto here” He gestured to the girl next to him.

Your eyebrows shot up but you held out a hand for her to shake. “Hi im Y/n what's your name?”

She shook it “Hazel”

“That's a pretty name. Do you mind if I borrow Nico for a minute?”

She shook her head and walked a few feet away.

“Neeks, what in the hades are you doing here? Your greek”

“So are you!”

You rolled your eyes. “I wasn't lying when i said i was a legacy of Venus i go back and forth from the camps”

“Oh”

You tilted your head again “Yeah “oh” now why are you here your a child of Hades last time i checked”

He sighed “Well I found Hazel in the underworld and Hades told me to take her here. He showed me the camp”

“Oh my gods this is getting out of hand” you rubbed your eyes. Why did the gods have to be so complicated?

You spoke again “Ok you know it will be fine we will pretend were friends which we are but here were Roman”

“How long have you known?” Nico asked.

“Since I was 10. Apollo my dad told me”

He showed a rare smile. “At least we can spend more time together”

You laughed and threw your arm around him “You right Neeks”

You were glad to have Nico back even if everything was complicated.

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what if i told you i am in love with your felix and sparks mcs? i saw your pinterest and got weak knees, they are so perfect both in their own ways. you dont mind hc about your mcs? - i needed to send it anon because i almost died typing it but i had to share

🥺 this is so sweet anon ahhh ty for loving my paved in ashes ( @pavedinashes-if ) girls 🫶🏻💞

Some headcanons below!! And I know you just mentioned indigo and beatrix but I included some saskia hcs too I hope that’s okay 🥰 I don’t talk about her as much as the other two but she’s here too lol

indigo (felix li):

loves going sunflower picking

paints her old boards, and new ones if they're too plain. will also do commissions for other people to pain their boards!

also likes to make her own pins, and crochets things. she's just really artsy.

made many matching bracelets for her x felix, and also her x the bestie. she will be making some for her x bianca too lol

loves anything yellow

has a big teddy bear plush felix got her that stays on her bed :')

also she kept and still wears that neclace :')

listens to kpop, always has a pc of her biases in her phone case

likes to sing karaoke

shes like the mom of the skate park, she keeps a mini first aid kit for scrapes and bruises in her bag

hasn't been with anyone since felix broke up with her, she still loves him, and tbh doesn't get when other people are flirting with her lol

beatrix (sparks li):

loves to dye her hair edgy colors, it's been bright red for a while and she just added the black streaks recently

hates being called "bea", if you use a nickname it has to be "trix"

she's gonna do one of the performer jobs or the closest job to being a performer in D's club

always has a bag of edible gummies on her, her preferred way to get high

has suminagashi style tattoos. one on her back, one on her leg and a small one on her side

can skate in heels

wants a cat so bad

when she wants something she gets it, super good cunning/charming/manipulation skills

will steal all of sparks sweatshirts/hoodies uwu

saskia (michael li):

clumsiest skateboarder you'll ever meet. has broken many bones and twisted an ankle multiple times. but she's having a good time

somehow has also broken multiple boards

loves going thrifting

has a huge sticker collection

drinks 1 monster a day

is just naturally cool, everyone wishes they were as chill as her lol

doesn't realize how flustered she makes michael, she'll just like casually subconsciously put her hands in his shirt and be like "?? why is your face so red???" lmaoo

link to picrew used

#ask #anon #about my mcs #mc: indigo #mc: beatrix #mc: saskia #picrew

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blehcupidd · 9 months

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Jealous Girl

Chapter Thirteen

Xavier Thorpe x fem!oc

A/n: Taken from my Wattpad made at the beginning of 2023, some written mistakes and i had a note about what happen with Percy Hanes White, that note will put put at the end of this chapter.

Also ignore mistakes please i wrote this whilst looking at the tv show so if it says that someone looks at something but it didnt state what, ignore it im sorry.

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

It was finally Saturday, the day of the Rave'N. Évangéline was still on the fence about how to feel about the night. Walking in, she had been shocked. The room was beautiful and had couples and friends dancing to the upbeat song MC Blood Suckaz was playing.

Évangéline was talking to her date, Marshall, about anything that came to mind. She was enjoying her night. She had seen Enid so she excused herself to go get a drink. Her laughs with Enid had been cut short by a couple walking into the dance.

Time seemed to stop. The music wasn't playing in her ears anymore. She couldn't hear Enid asking what's wrong. All she could remember what happened the year prior.

The year prior

The theme for the RaveN was disco fever. A fourteen year old Évangéline stood by herself trying to get the courage to ask her long time crush Xavier Thorpe, who was fifteen at the time, to dance.

Walking up to him, all she saw was him kissing Bianca Barclay. This halted her movements. Time seemed to stop. The music wasn't playing in her ears anymore. She didn't notice Enid come up to her. She couldn't hear Enid asking what's wrong.

Breaking out of her memories, she realised Marshall had joined her and Enid. Feeling embarrassed she took a big drink of the spiked punch and sped walked away.

The door had opened, showing a short girl in a dark dress. It was Wednesday. Realising it was Wednesday made her confused, Wednesday had ditched Xavier.

Her mood had been dampened. Ignoring the feelings she was feeling, she had been constantly drinking the spiked punch. It was making her more emotional, meaning she was drinking even more.

A song came on when everyone was on the dance floor. The beginning of the guitar played. Évangéline smiled at the song, remembering the times when she was younger with her father in the kitchen with her mother laughing along. When life was perfect.

She grabbed Marshall's hand and brought him to the dance floor. She sung along with the song as well, clearly drunk but enjoying her time. 'When the sun goes down, and the moon comes up.'

Marshall was dancing along and laughing at the girl enjoy herself. "I turn into a teenage goo goo muck!" She held up her hand as an imaginary microphone.

10 years ago

The sound on the radio filled the small kitchen of the family of threes house in France. A man in his early thirties was dancing around with his five year old daughter singing along with her. "Yeah, I cruise through there city and I roam the streets." He did a dance move, making his daughter laugh.

He looked up to his wife, seeing the big smile as she watched her family entertain themselves. "Looking for something that is nice to eat!" The giggling of his daughter caught his attention as she spun around the kitchen, careful not to spill the yogurt in her hands.

"You better duck," He pointed at her, causing her to squat down. "When I show up." He picked her up, swinging her around. "The goo goo muck!" Both shouted.

The song continued and Enid had joined Évangéline and Marshall. The two girls and boy, joined their friends dancing with each other. They weren't too far away from the table with Xavier and Bianca sitting at the table, meaning Évangéline could just about hear their conversation.

"Do me a favour." The voice of Xavier more or less asked Bianca. "Take off your amulet and make me forget about her." She had no idea who he was on about. Her back was faced them, missing his gaze.

She drowned out their conversation thinking they were on about Wednesday. All she wanted to think about is the happiness the song had brought her.

The song had come to a finish. She watched Wednesday leave the room. She was filled with confusion. She was still mad at her, but couldn't help to feel protective of the Addams girl.

Following her into a hallway of sorts she noticed Bianca. "Whoever invented high heels clearly had a side hustle as a torturer." Wednesday complained, removing her shoes.

"As my dear mother always says 'Fire tests gold, suffering tests a woman.'." Bianca replied, looking glum.

"Speaking of suffering, where's your date?" Wednesday looked at the Barclay girl, talking about Xavier. "I didn't see you and Xavier in the dance floor."

"We had a little tiff." Bianca looked towards the dark haired girl. "About Évangéline." This shocked Évangéline. Xavier had wanted to forget her! "You and Évangéline don't know what it's like."

"Being beautiful and popular? Because I'm pretty sure a lot of people would agree when I say Évangéline is beautiful." Wednesday asked, not believing Bianca's struggles. The small complement made Évangéline smile, Wednesday was beautiful herself and then being called beautiful brought a smile to her face.

"Never knowing people's true feelings." Bianca looked upset, in a way Évangéline felt sorry for her. "If someone like me for me."

"What about your amulet?" Both girls looked toward the necklace.

"It's not foolproof. It's a mild prophylactic, so to speak." Bianca couldn't look Wednesday in her eyes. "That's why Xavier broke up with me. He could never fully trust me." Shocking both Wednesday and Évangéline from her honesty. "The worst part is I could never trust his feelings either. I never knew if they were real or not." There was a stunned silence. "You're lucky."

Évangéline had felt bad for intruding on the moment between Bianca and Wednesday. Slowly walking back into the dance she looked around for someone she recognised. The honesty of Bianca had sobered her up, calming her feelings down.

"Yo, yo, yo! Almost eleven o'clockity, so haul it out on the dance floor one last time, before the Rave'N says 'Nevermore!'."

"Who needs to go to sleep, when I got you next to me?" The song began playing. Enid and Évangéline loved this song and started singing and dancing together.

Then, a long bang was heard faintly over the music. Not many noticed it. If anyone noticed it. Évangéline noticed it. Enid just noticed the confused look on her face.

"What's wrong?" Enid smile dropped, worried for her friend.

"Nothing, I thought I heard something." The two girls continued dancing.

Then, a red liquid was spraying from the pipes; sizing some people's moments, out of confusion. Eventually everyone stopped, looking as their all white attire was ruined.

The liquid came down heavier, adding more shock value to the scene. That is when the screaming began. People were slipping as they tried to run away from what seemed like blood.

The scream of their head teacher was heard as the loudest as the night was ruined. Évangéline had made her way out of the room, being terrified for her life. All she could remember what had happened to Rowan, bringing her back to that night.

An angry Xavier was walking around the room, wanting to leave. "What the hell are you doing man?" He demanded.

"Trying to get out, it's not exactly blood." Marshall responded, not too happy that the red liquid wasn't blood. "Have you seen Évangéline? I lost her." Marshall looked around once more for the girl.

"How should I know? She's your date." A passive aggressive Xavier walked away, leaving the vampire to look around.

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