#witness x rowan

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Witness: So, you like cats?

Rowan: Yep, pretty much. Why?

Witness:

Witness: *slowly pushes glass off the table*

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Thawed my cold heart

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!Reader

Summary: You catch the eyes of the last person you would expect

Word count: 5.8k

a/n: Working on Doctor´s treatment part 2, if you have any ideas, requests, questions message me!

Nevermore academy, education soil for creatures of kinds you would never even dream of. But preferred by many, you could hear about them as Outcasts. No human with a healthy mind would ever think about walking by their land or the woods. Vampires, werewolves, sirens, gorgons,... you name it. They guarantee you don´t want to mess with them.

Clearly, that´s from a human´s perspective.

As for Outcasts themselves, they don´t feel that way about them. Of course, the dirty looks that are shot their way everytime they step into the Jericho make them a little cheerless, but that wasn´t their image. That is what people created in their heads based on actions and incidents where they weren´t even present.

Wednesday was skeptical about this school, her parents used to go there for a couple of years but she isn´t like them. Or at least that is what she felt and she was sure of it. Breaking rules and always be right is like her second name and looking just at the gate of the Nevermore she knew, this school wouldn´t be any different than others. It won´t hold her inside for too long. And her roommate already persuaded her about her plants as soon as she stepped into the dorm.

The werewolf girl showed her around and explained the system of the school. The girl must admit, it was catching her attention, being around outcasts was indeed more enjoyable than around people, even though sometimes outcasts were more predictable than humans. But still, this reason wasn´t big enough to make her stay.

She wanted to escape and the girl had it planned to the last dot. Packing her things, going to the festival, and meeting up with Tyler. He would then drive her far far away. And it would have gone like this if Rowan didn´t touch her. The vision made her follow him, Wednesday went to warn him about the danger that waits on him in the trees. It turned out that he was the danger waiting for her.

And the thing she witnessed... Wednesday was sure what she saw was real, that it wasn´t just a figment of the imagination. He said that she would destroy the school and everyone in it. But the strange part was that everyone kept declining that as if she didn´t see him all bloody yelling in agony. And that made her stay.

Wednesday was now sitting in Botanical Science class. Unfortunately, she needed to sit next to Xavier who was trying to impress her with his ability. She wasn´t scared of the spiders, otherwise, she was drawn to creatures like this. The spider was slowly coming her way and now everyone was watching the interaction, waiting for the girl´s response.

On the millisecond the annoyed face appeared on Wednesday´s face as she went to slam the fake eight-legged animal but was stopped by a blue flame that was shot straight to the spider. Everyone knew who’s the fire was. You were just sitting there a couple of tables from them looking at the Xavier with an unimpressed look on your face as you held up one finger with the blue fire above. Then the fire suddenly disappeared and you went back to doing your work.

The students around the school knew you, you were unique and a lot of them wished they could do what you can. You hated that, everyone only wanted the power but nobody saw the background of it. Even though they were used to your power, it didn´t stop them from being in awe every time.

The goth girl saw you a couple of times around, she didn´t know under what category of outcasts you belong. Enid only said that you weren´t what most of them were, nothing more. And her roommate wanted but even the biggest gossip girl around the school knew barely minimum about you.

Wednesday shot her eyes at you without moving her head, slowly scanning you. She must say she didn´t expect that. This was the first time she had ever seen something like that. You shot the ball of fire straight at the fake spider and burned it into the ash in seconds, the spider stood zero chance against the fire. It didn´t touch Wednesday but she sure could feel the hotness of the flame.

„Thank you Y/N. Well it looks like Wednesday wasn´t really mesmerized by your skills Xavier.“ Mrs. Thornhill commented and went back to teaching. The boy only put his eyebrows together as he looked at you and then faced the other side of his seatmate in embarrassment. The class laughed under their breaths at the sight of Xavier’s sulking after failing to impress their new classmate.

After the class, Y/N took her books and started to walk away. She isn´t much social person and she doesn´t care about it. The girl likes it better on her own, it feels calmer that way. Y/N only talks when it´s needed, so with her teachers, parents, or her only friend in the school. She doesn´t even have a roommate which is like a win to her.

„Next time your rescue isn´t needed.“

Y/N turned around to the voice and saw a girl who sat with Xavier. She knew of course who she was, she was the talk of the week of course. This was the first time she had seen her from this close, or almost close. It was clear Wednesday doesn´t like crossing the personal barrier between two bodies. But even from this apart Y/N could notice her deep brown eyes which were staring straight into hers and barely seen freckles across her face.

The taller girl only nodded, breaking the eye contact, and walked away from the girl. Wednesday kept looking at your fading figure in the hallway till she could hear tough steps approaching her.

„She caught your eye, huh?“ Enid smirked at her new roommate as she leaned carefully so as not to touch her. „I can´t blame you, she´s really something.“ Enid sighed dreamely at the thought of you and Wednesday now looked at the girl with a slightly disgusted face before turning around to leave.

„Leave these comments to yourself.“ Enid only laughed at her as she started to follow her to their next class.

Wednesday kept thinking about you almost the whole day. More like about your ability. Hate to admit it but it was interesting. Enid said you aren’t wich or some magician that you can just control fire, or more like it´s just coming out of you.

When Y/N is not around they call her a Dragon of Nevermore or just a Dragon, they know better not to call her that when she is near, the girl doesn´t like that. And when she´s somewhere around they don´t talk about her so she wouldn´t hear, for their own safety.

Now was Wednesday´s writing time and she just kept sitting there staring blankly at the empty page. She wanted to continue with her new book but her mind went back to the blue flame every time. She sighed in frustration and went to her bed. Thing saw her thinking hard, she had something in her mind and he was glad that something ripped the thoughts of leaving this school away.

Students were now sitting outside, enjoying food and chatting with each other. Wednesday saw her roommate eating and talking loudly with her vampire friend and a couple of others. She wasn´t a fan of a lot of people but she also couldn´t care less if the attention wasn´t placed on her. She was scanning the pentagon looking for a place to sit. Preferably alone. The girl felt a soft tap on her black boot, there was a Thing facing her.

„What are you doing? You want to be seen by somebody?“ Wednesday hissed at him, trying not to look suspicious. Thing only pointed his finger somewhere. She looked up from him in the direction and found you sitting by the table on your own, quietly eating while looking down at your plate.

Wednesday sighed and made her way to you. She didn´t know why, her mind started to recalculate her options of where to sit. And understandably you were the safest option, she knew you wouldn’t try to talk to her.

And so it was like that. You barely looked at who sat beside you, Wednesday somehow felt like you could feel that it was her, that´s why you didn´t need to look at the new intruder. Students looked their way, now silently watching the invisible interaction between the two of you, looking for any change of behavior they were used to seeing from both of you. But nothing. You just sat there next to each other eating food, minding your business. The girl felt a soft tap on her boot again, this time only to tease her, Wednesday kicked him away not showing any emotion on her face.

The werewolf girl saw you both sitting next to each other, smiling softly at the image. She liked the idea of both of you together, you would look good. It was clear that you nor she were good at social interaction, and this? This was definitely unexpected. Most of the time when someone wanted to sit with you, you looked at them, not saying anything because it wasn´t even needed. They understand very fast what you meant.

You didn´t shoot Wednesday one look.

„How does your ability work?“ Wednesday asked without looking at your side profile as you chew on your food. You kept your stoic face without any unnecessary muscle work not understanding her question. The girl was slowly getting annoyed by you, it seemed like you ignored her.

Wednesday was getting used to people asking her useless questions or pleasing her attention which she ignored. Sometimes she made savage comments to shut them down. This was the other way around, now she tasted her medicine.

Y/N looked at her scanning her facial expression, why would she want to know about her? Of course, not a single muscle moved but her mind was the opposite, jumping from one thought to another not understanding the girl right now.

The young Addams was getting frustrated at the girl beside her. She wasn´t getting a single thing from her.

„Uhm... I don´t understand.“ Y/N finally said looking around to find something to take her mind off of the conversation and the look she was giving her. She didn´t like talking about that.

„Why is it blue?“ Wednesday of course knew why sometimes flame was a different colour than red. But she wanted to know if you could control it to that part when it changed it’s shade or if it was always like this.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and went to eat again, that action completely thorn off the new girl. Wednesday saw that this was getting nowhere so she let it be, but she will get her answers.

Unconsciously, you just become her new prey.

A couple of days went by since the joining of the new student, and everyone slowly started to come back to their things, forgetting about it. There were still students that liked to get on her nerves but most of them now didn´t mind her. They were quite afraid of the goth girl and she obviously had not a bad word for it.

„Y/N! Hey!“ the cheerful voice greeted you as you slowly approached the construction. This was one of your favorite places to go to. Not a lot of people went to this place so it was always so calm in there. The boy had a beekeeper´s suit on holding some equipment in his hands.

„Hey Eugene, how are the bees?“ The girl asked looking at the thing her friends currently work on. He was the only person who made her comfortable to talk with.

They knew themselves since the boy came. He was shy, he still is but back then it was much more, always looking at the ground, not looking at anyone, minding his business. At first, it was like a nightmare to him, he didn´t want to tell his moms that he had no friends, wanted to save them from being worried so it was better to keep that information to himself.

Minding on his own of course didn´t stop the bullies. Why would it, be right? He had never understood why they acted like that to him, it kept bugging him for a long and to the point when he was afraid to go out of his dorm room.

It was like this until it was Outreach Day, it was his first time to go here and he didn´t know what to expect. Eugene was set to work at Pilgrim World and he found him again. It was much worse this time because no one was around to interrupt them from what they were going to do. Unexpectedly someone came, at first the person was trying to talk them out of it but as the boys started to treat that person too, they got beat up. It was Y/N that came to save him. It was like a dream, the boy saw the tall girl a couple of times at school, he always thought that she looked savage, not caring about things that weren´t important. And he wanted to be like her but his mind wasn´t strong enough to believe in himself.

From that day the girl would keep him company wherever he wanted and like a sibling, you had each other's backs. Y/N was Eugene´s role model, someone he looked up to, his moms were so happy to hear that he had someone like her.

„They are good but they missed you!“ Y/N smiled softly at the short boy´s words. It was true, recently they weren´t spending much time together, but it was nothing serious, they just had separate things to do.

„I missed them too.“ She whispered and looked at the bee´s hive outside the window.

Wednesday was walking in the forest. She had to think about this dreadful place, her dead classmate and her loud roommate made it impossible. She enjoyed walking alone through the dense tree foam. It created a dark atmosphere. A lot of people were afraid of woods, but on Wednesday there was nothing to be scared of, she would walk there even in the darkness. She came by the lake as her boots were taking steps along the stones around. There was an old, wooden dock jutted into the water and the waves were dancing along the gentle wind.

Suddenly she heard something from the other side of the lake. She turned her head to the noise, her hunting instinct was now on looking into the center of the sounds. The girl could see a person standing there, hands together in a praying-like position with their head down. It looked more like they were praying or meditating. Wednesday could see slow breaths based on the small shoulder movements along with the person´s chest.

She took a small step to the front to have a better look at the scene. Suddenly the person turned their face in front of them, one leg moved back making them lean a little. One arm was moving up above their head and the other one was stretched in front of their body. Both hands were slowly turned into fists. And what happened next made Wednesday stand in awe.

The fire splutters out of one of the hands into the wind. The person took a step and jumped up turning their body high in the air kicking with their leg along with the hot flame. When they came down they turned their back around now jumping backward landing on their hands as they bounced back into the feet before doing a backflip layout. The blue fire was spewing all around, changing directions like it was listening to your body.

It was absolutely known who it was. You were the only one with the ability to control a blue fire. Wednesday couldn´t tear her gaze away from you. In situations like this, it was hard not to show an interest. The young Addams wasn´t someone who pretends.

The waves of water were lazily moving like a rhythmic melody along with your movements. As she was now standing there from the other side of the water, looking at you almost without blinking, it created the feeling of a border. As if the lake was a boundary separating her and you, separating her body from the unknown, from things that she wanted to know about but didn´t know how to move, how to make the step. So desperate to explore the untouched land.

It has now been a couple of days, the case was moving painfully slowly. Wednesday shared some evidence with the sheriff´s son and Enid. The girl didn´t like getting a lot of people into her soup but at the same time, she wanted others thoughts, even if it didn´t matter to her.

Thing has been quite a handful even with his remarks on someone. The young Addams have been sitting with you every lunch break, without a single word or glance. Just sitting there, quietly eating not bothering each other. Enid and Thing were great at getting on her nerves by teasing her about it.

Why they were like that? Wednesday didn´t know, she was only sitting with you at lunch, without any interaction at all.

Since that time in the forest, she didn´t see you use your fire. You barely use it. A lot of students were shocked when you burned that spider-like they weren´t used to seeing that, and now Wednesday knew.

They are currently having a class, she and Enid were sitting together paying attention, or at least one of them.

„Hey.“ Enid whispered leaning her head slowly into her classmate's direction. „Do you know where is Y/N?“

„How am I supposed to know the answer?“ Wednesday answered with a low voice, taking notes on the paper.

„Well, you are pretty close so I thought you would know.“ Enid shot her a quick glance before facing the teacher again as if she was listening this whole time.

Wednesday stopped her writing and turned to her roommate. „We aren´t close one bit. Just because we are sitting together doesn´t mean we are close.“ Her gaze was sharp looking straight at the side profile of the girl next to her. Enid didn´t mind her, she was now used to Wednesday´s behaviour so she only smirked.

After the class, she went to Eugene. Now as a member of hummers, she needed to spend some time also in the hives. She owned him for having her back at times when she went to investigate. He was exactly like her brother Pugsley, defenseless against the pitfalls in the world. Somewhere inside of her, she grew a soft spot for him but she didn´t want to accept it. Like always.

„Hey Wednesday, would you mind if we left earlier today? My friend is sick and I need to bring her some medicine.“

Her eyes were enough for her to see that her only friend of him was Y/N. Eugene didn´t talk about you a lot, only sometimes, like that you are also a member of hummers but nothing more. She could see the two of you sometimes in Jericho, walking around or after classes, like two siblings.

But now she knew the reason for your absence.

Y/N was lying on her stomach with a pillow over her head. Even though her room was already dark because of the covered windows, it still felt like there was a lot of light. The bed under the girl was like lying on tough ground. The thought of lying on the ground crossed Y/N´s mind a lot of times. Her body was on fire.

It has been like this for a couple of days, only in her room, without any light or social interaction. The only one she could see this awful day was Eugene, he was so sweet. Where would she be without him, only God knows. He brings her food and all the needed medicine. Even though he was trying so hard to help you nothing worked. And it wasn´t his fault.

Because of your ability your body gets too heated up sometimes, most of the time when you use flames too much. That´s why it´s better to train more so you can control it better and at the same time your body heat. But these were the consequences of the success.

No medicine could help, or at least you thought there was nothing. When this happens you are dealing with it just like this, waiting till it stops.

The knocking on the door tore you away from thinking about this uncomfortable position your body was put into. You just wanted to ignore it, even if it was Eugene but another knocking was heard, this time more louder than the first time. It was too much and your head started to spin around the room as soon as you got up.

Slowly opening the door, leaning against the door frame. You were waiting for Eugene with the food in his hands, you were waiting for Principal Weems with her questions about your absence, and you were waiting for Thornhill with the class work you missed.

What you weren´t waiting for was Wednesday Addams standing right in front of you with a bag around her shoulder.

She was looking at you with her signature stare, staring right at your face. She noticed your fallen eyes, bags under them, and lowered shoulders.

„You look horrible.“ That was her first word as soon as she saw her classmate. It was nothing like compared to the first day she saw you.

„Appreciate it.“ Y/N whispered back at her, not moving a single muscle in her body. The taller girl thought that maybe Wednesday made a mistake and she didn´t want to go into your room. But the Addams never makes a mistake.

She slightly pushed you into the room as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She could feel the heat of your body as she touched your chest in that millisecond. It was too hot and of course, the dark-eyed girl's body was most of the time under the normal temperature of a human body so everything compared to her felt warm. But this was too much, it was like touching a fire with a bare hand.

„What are you-“

„Sit down.“ Wednesday commanded to you, cutting you from sentence and you like a good dog listened to her. You kept your eyes on her the whole time, she went to your table by the wall, pulling up her bag with some things, and she started to do something. You didn´t see what she was doing because the only thing you could see was her back.

Wednesday then turned around to you, holding something like a small cup with some strange liquid in it. You wanted to gag at the smell of it, it didn´t look drinkable.

„Drink it.“ She pushed it even further to your mouth as you only pushed your head back away from it. Was she trying to poison you? You wouldn’t be so surprised, it was Wednesday after all. She was getting frustrated by your childish actions so she took the back of your head and brought you closer to the cup. The taste of it was awful, you just wanted to throw up.

„Swallow it.“ And you did. You could feel it as it went down your throat it was cold but so refreshing after your high temperature.

„Now lay down, you will feel better. Believe me.“

And you did. Lying in that uncomfortable bed, praying to fall asleep quickly.

„It´s because it´s hotter than red. I can’t control it.“ You said with your eyes barely opened. Wednesday kept looking for you to continue. „Blue fire is hotter than red. That´s why it´s like that.“

„I know.“ She whispered back. You don´t remember much of how you fell asleep but before the Hypnos took you away you could see her sitting on your chair looking at you. 

The next day Wednesday was sitting eating her lunch at your table, again without you. She must admit it felt strange but nothing she couldn´t manage to get over.

Suddenly she felt a presence next to her, and the dark-eyed girl slowly turned to the person who dared to sit next to her. Her eyes were met with the person she helped yesterday. She didn´t expect you to recover that quickly, she was guessing you would be fine by tomorrow, but here you are the next day.

„I see you feel better.“ She commented looking at your figure, as if yesterday you weren´t dying from high temperature.

„Yes, thanks to you.“ You still kept looking at her, your eyes were wide staring at her silently thanking her. Wednesday looked at her plate, not giving you another glace, her plate with food was now the most interesting thing.

„You don´t have to thank me.“ You only smiled at her actions, it was cute like she was embarrassed for helping you. You need to pay her back.

A couple of days went by and a lot of things changed. The two girls started to talk more, it was most of the time on the lunch break or sometimes when they caught themselves in hives. They weren´t friends yet but this was a great road to start the friendship between them. Wednesday even told Y/N about her case and her progress from the start.

Y/N was an intelligent, really open-minded person. It was good to have someone like her nearby if the shorter girl needed some opinions. Y/N was always available, she never turned Wednesday down. They spend more and more time together, the young Addams sometimes sits with her in class, or goes to her dorm just to talk or for help, you even told her about your ability more. Wednesday didn´t want to accept it but somewhere deep inside of her she knew, she had grown a soft spot your you

Now it was soon to be Rave´N Dance and you were thinking about it. Going there didn´t even cross your mind in the past, you had no one to go with so every time it came you and Eugene went out and did something. But now it was a little different. Maybe she wouldn´t even go, this didn´t seem like her cup of tea and why would she even go with you? There were a lot of other candidates who would have a bigger chance than you. Or maybe she would say yes, why are you doubting yourself if she didn´t enjoy your presence you wouldn´t be spending so much time together. You need to at least try. And that´s exactly why you were now standing in front of her dorm.

After a soft knock was heard on the door Wednesday did not expect to see you. You were standing before the door a couple of steps back as if you were afraid to disturb the dorm of the two girls. You were wearing your casual clothes, a black oversized hoodie and some big sweatpants, hands behind your back.

„Hey...uhm... I-I´m sorry for disturbing you, I just wanted to ask you if...“ you didn´t even look at her, your head was down looking at your shoes. Your voice was low and Wednesday barely caught the sentence that left your lips.

„Y/N you need to talk louder than that, I can´t hear you.“ She just kept looking at you, trying to find the answer by your body language. You were nervous, because of what?

You sighed and turned your head in her direction, looking straight at her face. „I wanted to ask if you would go with me on Rave´N Dance.“

The young Addams for the first time in her life felt like she didn´t know what to say. It was unexpected. Sure it wasn´t like she would decline your offer. She liked you, as a person. You were currently number one closest to her, beside her roommate of course but with Enid it was different.

„Y/N… I already have someone to go with.“

Ouch. Well, it was something you were prepared for but it still hurts a little. Yeah, like she would go with someone like you. God, it was embarrassing.

The taller girl only nodded her head looking everywhere but at Wednesday. She pushed air out of her lungs and slowly pushed her hands from her back. „Y-Yeah okay... don´t need to worry I just thought I would ask.“ You smiled awkwardly and gave her the black rose that was hidden behind your back.

„Here... This is for you.“ You looked into her black eyes, this was the first time you saw her like this, so vulnerable, but only her eyes showed that. „Well I´ll go, you don´t have to feel sorry, I get it.“

She took the flower from your hand as you turned around and started to walk away down the hallway. Her eyes kept watching you till she didn´t see you anymore, her eyes went to the black rose in her hands. It was beautiful.

Wednesday could tell that you were the only person who she ever felt so much emotions because of. And now she felt miserable.

Today was the day of the Rave´N Dance and you were lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. You wanted to spend some time with Eugene but he had some plans which he didn´t say what it was about so you were just by yourself.

Wednesday wanted to talk to you about it but every time she mentioned it you said it was okay, so she stopped. You didn´t want to know who she went with and if your ego would take it.

The small paper slid under your door, you stood up and took it into your hands. You didn´t know who´s writing was it.

Meet me by the entrance at 9 pm.

-WA

It was sure it wasn´t Wednesday's handwriting. You saw it a couple of times when she was giving you class work which you missed the days of your sickness. But it was her initials because you didn´t know anyone with the WA.

That´s why you came to her dorm looking for answers. You knocked on the door and waited. The note is still in your hands. The dark-eyed girl opened the door, looking at you with a questionable look in her eyes.

„Hey, what brings you here?“

You showed her the note in your hand. „I saw this note, I didn´t know i it was from you or not. You are the only one I know with a name that starts with these initials.“

Wednesday studied the note. It looked like a cheap version of her writing. As if someone was trying to copy her handwriting. It was sure who it was. She´s going to kill him.

Shouldn´t she be preparing? You just noticed her and how she still was wearing casual clothes. The dance started in a couple of hours and she still hadn´t even started.

Wednesday saw in her peripheral vision Thing, he was behind the door giving her thumb up. If he had a face she was sure he would be smiling from ear to ear.

„Yes, it´s from me. I wanted to ask if you would go with me to the Rave´N.“

What?! You were shocked, she wanted to go with you? But, but...

„But you said you are already going with someone?“ Wednesday leaned her head a little to the side, not meeting your eyes.

„Yes but something changed.“ She was still facing the other way but it took you too long to answer to she looked back at you with raising an eyebrow. „Well? Would you go with me?“ You nodded with your head.

„Great, meet me down at nine.“

And after that, you ran as fast as you could.

Wednesday closed the door and looked at Thing with dark eyes, he ran under the bed to hide from her. She just sighed and looked at the rose standing in the jar with a water on her table. She wasn’t really mad.

Your hands were shaking and your body felt hot. What were the main two things you could sense at that moment? You were standing exactly where Wednesday told you to, coming a bit earlier because it´s better than late and you could only imagine what would Wednesday do if you came late.

Looking around the passing by students somewhere double looking to make sure it was you. It was the first time they saw you in formal clothes like this. You didn´t feel very comfortable with all the glares and on top of that those tight clothes.

These things were forgotten at the same time as Wednesday came down. She was wearing a dark black dress and her hair was done perfectly. She looked beautiful, like always. You were glad that you were matching even though you didn´t talk about your clothes. You were also wearing all black.

„Hey.“ She gently greeted you as she came to you. „Are you ready?“

You nodded at her smiling softly, you offered her your arm, didn´t know if she would take it but to your surprise she did. And just like just like that you walked to the ball room. As soon as you stepped in everyone´s eyes were on both of you. It was shocking, sure a lot of people saw you these days together, but you were almost the same. But they didn´t expect to see either of you on Nevermore ball.

Enid was smirking at the two of you, glad it was you instead of Xavier. It was her plan after all and with a little help from Thing it became real.

The two of you decided to drink something and as you were standing there chatting a little with Enid, you saw Xavier´s glarings. Why is he staring at you like that? You didn´t break the eye contact, not letting him win. The dark-eyed girl saw you and took you by your hand.

„Come.“ She was really gentle that night, like a whole new person. But only you could catch that, she didn´t let anyone else see but you.

And you were having fun dancing around, chatting, and drinking. It was so refreshing, you didn´t have this much fun in a long time.

„Thank you for going with me.“ You said as she had her hands around your neck slowly dancing to the song. She kept looking at you with wide eyes. This was the second time you saw her eyes like this, the first time was a couple of days ago when you came to ask her to the dance.

This was the first time you were close like this, your hands around her slim waist and her around your neck. Looking at each other, to others around it looked like you were talking with your eyes. Your body was too hot compated to hers.

Wednesday’s heart was cold, that’s was people around her said and they weren’t far from the truth. But now as she stands infront of you and you are looking at her and holding her like she’s the only one in the world… her heart warmed.

„No need for that. I would do it twice.“ Wednesday said before she smiled gently at you.

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For You (Rowan’s Version)—

Toxic! Jack Hughes x reader & Platonic!Quinn Hughes

Based on the song “For you” by Delaney Bailey

Warnings: jacks a shitty bf, he's just mean I don't overly go into detail about his shittyness

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“I'm getting too comfortable in my skin again, laughing too loudly at my own jokes again. Need to stifle my voice again, need to make myself small again. So that I can fit in the palms of your hands, so that I can be loved again”

Summer had always been her favourite time of the year, the boys rid themselves of any stress for two months, allowing them to travel, drink, and rest before training started up once again.

Summer was supposed to be peaceful. But seemingly, this year, it was anything but.

It had been apparent to everyone visiting the lake house that Jack and his girlfriend were going through a rough patch, their relationship was teetering on this metaphorical tightrope and nothing ever seemed to create balance. All it was gonna take was one small thing to throw them off, and the tension seemed to grow with every little comment that Jack threw at her.

She stood on the back deck, tears in her eyes as she stared at anything she could catch a glimpse of while ignoring Jack’s harsh glare. He was scolding her once again for something so minuscule, it was like routine at this point.  Her gaze was set on the boys down at the dock, loud laughter coming from their direction as Jack snapped his fingers in her face to get her attention.

Quinn frowned at the sight in front of him, watching them through the window, taking note of the heartbreak etched on her face as she shrugged and looked at Jack with defeat. The older brother's brows pulled together as he watched Jack talk down to her, confused as to how a match so perfectly made in heaven had all come crashing down.

Tears well up in her eyes as she fought off the urge to say something snarky back at Jack's stupid accusations, but ultimately knowing that the arguments weren’t worth it and if she just listened and moved on then everything would be just fine in a matter of hours. The girl slowly nodded and wiped her tears as Jack pressed a kiss to the apple of her cheek, a smile finding its way onto his lips as a way to lift her mood before he went back to being with the boys. 

She looked up at the older boy in the window who was displaying a look of shock at the way she pushed down all of her fight and accepted Jack's venomous words. Stood there staring at the man, someone who she considered a brother, not knowing how much he had witnessed, and not wanting to see the pitiful look that was spreading across his features.

He ushered for her to come in and talk but she simply shook her head and made her way into the house, dodging him as he called out for her as she found her way to her room. Exactly where Jack wanted her, away from his friends, and silent upstairs ★★★

“Shove a sock down my throat again, remind me I'm not funny again. Be the cool girl you wanted everyone to see,”

Jack slammed their bedroom door in her face, practically pushing her out of their room and forcing her to sleep on the couch all because of some fight over a girl at the bar.

“Fuck,” she screamed as she walked outside to get some air, the cold filling her lungs as she walked as far away from the house as possible, tears blurring her vision and sobs ripping from her throat as she distanced herself from the lake house, trying not to wake or alarm anyone this late in the night. Her hands pulled at the roots of her hair as she sat down on the edge of the dock, sticky tears down her cheeks as she struggled to take a long deep breath. Her heart began to quicken as the anxiety of realizing that she could lose Jack once and for all seemed to set in.

“I'm worried about you,” Quinn’s voice appeared from behind her, her eyes screwed shut as she tried to pull herself together, not wanting Quinn to see her like this. “I'm fine Q, just some bumps in the road,” she looked up at him, bottom lip wobbling as she saw the felt tears starting up again, “he’s right, I need to work on myself,” she shrugged sadly as Quinn sat down next to her, sticking his feet in the water as he watched her examine the soft ripples on the lake's surface. “I don't like that you think you're the issue in your guy’s relationship,” Quinn confessed, “he shouldn’t make you feel like that.”

The girl shook her head, bottom lips pulled between her teeth as she shook her head, “he’s not wrong though, I've been fucking up,” she whispered as Quinn shook his head but she chose to ignore, “I just need to give him some space,” her words became quiet as she recollected on the events of most every night since they had arrived that the lake house, “work on myself, for him”

"You wouldn't have to if he was treating you properly, you're not happy." "You can't tell me what I am, and am not" she mumbled tiredly, a tension headache began to sit at the pressure points right behind her eyes as she looked at him with a frown. "If I can't, then why can he?" he asked earnestly, care behind his eyes as she brushed off his question.

Quinn stared at her with such a lost expression, it was like he was staring at a different version of a girl he cared for so deeply. Her face recently seemed to lack any sort of colour as she slowly detached herself from life, to be present with her friends and family.

“It's different, I just need to be better for him,” she sighed, she smiled shortly and hugged the boy, “thank you for the talk Q,” she leaned against him for a second before standing up to head into the house, the couch calling her name.

The man sat out there for a minute longer, a bad feeling in his stomach as he watched the reflection of the moon on the water, thinking about how off she seemed, so insecure, so nervous to be seen by the people she viewed as her family.

★★★

"But pardon me, I've overshared, I’ll back myself into this corner. I’ll hide my tail between my legs, It’s really for the best”

Jack had somehow mastered the art of the silent treatment this summer.

He had been ignoring her once again, barely even looking in her direction all day after they had argued the night before. She was walking on literal eggshells around him at all times.

It was torturous as she hid away in their shared room after he dodged her apology kiss when she got downstairs for their morning coffee, pushing her away and then finding one of the boys to go to the country club with for a round of golf.

“You’re alive!” Trevor, one of her oldest and closest friends, announced as he hugged her and pulled her away from the stairs to the table where everyone was sitting and having dinner that Quinn and Josh made. “He finally let me out of my time out,” she joked and sat down at the table a smile on her face as she listened to Trevor’s contagious laughter.

Her eyes glanced up to see Jack already glaring down at her, the smile etched on her lips dropped as she watched him look away once again. She continued to look at him with caution as Luke placed a plate of dinner in front of her, the younger boy gave her an apologetic look and sat down in one of the two empty seats on either side of her

The girl stared at the other empty seat and then back up at Jack who watched her eyes fill with something that resembled hope, a childish thought that maybe he’d drop the annoyed act and sit next to her, just be close to her for dinner. Jack looked at the spot and scoffed, it was like he twisted the knife in her already aching wound, her face fell as she watched him find the only other empty seat at the other end of the table and sat down.

He was making a point, which was something he’d been doing a lot of lately.

She looked away from him, down at her full plate, and then up to Quinn who was already staring at her with a worried look as she shook her head, begging him with her eyes to stop looking at her like some fragile little girl. But that’s all she was in that moment, a once ferocious woman belittled into a shell of herself, all for love.

“You made me look like such an idiot!” Jack hissed as he found her lounging on the hammock in the backyard. “I'm tired Jack, I don't want to do this right now, please,” she sighed and shut her book as the swinging motion of the hammock stopped. “Well then don't pick fights that you don't want to continue, I'm embarrassed,” he lowered his voice and looked around for any of the guys, not wanting to be seen making such a scene.

The girl re-opened her book up to the page she last left off of, “you should be embarrassed, you’ve such been a dick lately,” she mumbled as Jack stared at her with anger-filled eyes. “I'm not the issue, you are, I mean you practically throw yourself at our friends!” He spat as she shut her mouth and just accepted the lies spewing from his mouth, “It’s you who should be embarrassed,” and with that, he walked away.

Leaving her all alone, the creaking of the hammock rang through her ears as she fought off the stinging feeling of tears lining her eyes.

★★★

“And I'll be quiet for you, and I'll make room here for you. I’ll throw out my things and ignore the constant sting, shove your keys on my ring, and I'll ask, "How are things?"For you”

She would’ve done anything for Jack, her love for him was something she believed to be everlasting, one that was so pure, up until that summer and their return to Jersey. The second they got to their apartment in Newark Jack was back to his normal self, it was a mid fuck, and it was hurtful.

She didn’t want to speak to him, she didn’t want to be touched by him, and she was starting to think that maybe she just didn’t want him anymore. She missed the old her, he’d changed her for the worse, and she resented him for it.

It was a realization that came slowly, one that was hard to come to terms with as she packed her suitcase and pushed Jack's pleas and promises of ‘being better’ to the side.

“I can’t do this anymore Jack,” she said with an armful of her clothes that she shoved right into her suitcase, her breaths uneven as she fought the urge to stop just hear him out. “I don't understand?” He moved himself in between her and her suitcase. “You just spent the entire summer acting like you hated me, and all of a sudden you're all over me,” she cried, “it's confusing, you’re confusing me.”

Jack huffed as he reached out to hold her but she backed away, “I can’t,” she shook her head, pushing his hands away from her and moved around him to shove all of her socks into the suitcase.

“I don't understand what you want from me, I love you!”

She froze, and let out a dry laugh at how he could simply twist the narrative, and just like that she was the ad guy all over again, “That's just it! You don’t love me though, you love me when it's convenient for you, and you only find me convenient when people aren’t around,” her calm composure turned into one of shaky breaths and tears as she finally looked jack in the eyes. “You don't like my humour, you dont' even look at me when we are in the same room, and when you do its cold and angry. You don't like when I talk to our friends or even just to you sometimes. Fuck Jack you don't like me for me anymore, and it's fucking with me,” Jack was taken aback as she pushed passed him to sort through her drawers.

He opened his mouth to make a counterargument but she shook her head tiredly, “it's okay J, it's just not working anymore, let me let you go please, cause you’re killing me over here,” she whispered, a weight-lifting off of her shoulders as she watched him stiffen up and nod his head curtly leaving her to finish collecting her things.

A loud bang at the door startled the Hughes boy who was lazily lounging on his couch, he looked down at his watch confusion lacing his features as he saw how late it was. He swung the door open to be met with a look of pure exhaustion, “I don't love him anymore,” she mumbled as Quinn nodded his head and pulled her in for a hug. “I know,” he whispered as she gripped onto his cotton shirt, tears soaking the fabric as he cradled the back of her head and just let her let all of the emotions out.

Allowing herself to let go of every bottled-up feeling that she had been harbouring for months as she fell into Quinn's hold. “This is rock bottom,” she mumbled as the man shook his head, Quinn's hand ran up and down her back reassuringly. “On the bright side there’s only one way to go from here,” She nodded as her grip on the boy's shirt let up and she pulled away to see him staring down at her.

He ushered her into the house and looked at her as she wiped away the remnants of her tears, “no more for him, only ever for you,” Quinn said as he hugged her once again.

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Just read yandere sugar daddy AND GOD!! Plz do part 2. I want to see them dating🫣

One order of Rowan coming right up!

Yandere! Sugar Daddy x "Pure"! Reader part 2

Part 1 here!

An opulent outfit of pure white stood out as it draped on a person in front of a mirror. The hands that caressed it's folds and seams trembled a bit as they tried to calculate the numbers that must have cost to come up with such an intricate piece of clothing. Their face, flushed with a tint of bashfulness, looked like an angel on earth. The way their aura and pure look awed the man sitting on his desk, his eyes ravaging on their form, pure hunger in them.

"You look absolutely stunning, love." His deep voice rang around the dark and dreary office room. "An angel, sent to me, and only me."

His fingers twitched slightly as he grabbed his churchwarden pipe, inhaling a drag and exhaling out the grey, slightly purple smoke that smelled of lavender and mint.

"What do you think? I had to pull quite the strings just to get that dress made." Rowan chuckled a bit. "What did the designer said again? Ah, the sheen on the outfit is apparently crushed pearls and opal."

He had a hard time convincing the dressmaker, but it's nothing a few... Threats won't do.

"It's beautiful..." Your voice let out an airy response, still at awe at how the dress looked good on you.

As you twirled around the mirror that witnessed different sides of your relationship, Rowan observed your form.

He always loved how you stand out of the dark office. You, and your pureness was something he craved, wanted, obsesses with.

Authentic. Uncontaminated.

In his eyes, you were something unattainable, something so holy that he shouldn't dare to even lay his bloodied hands on you.

But he dared to, and he wants to paint your white dress with his red and blacks. His blood, sweat, and tears on your body so soft and refined it's almost too daunting to glance at. He wants to sink his teeth on your untainted flesh.

"Come here, love." Rowan stretched his hand to you and you walked up to him. He whirled you around and made you sit on his lap, resting his chin on your exposed shoulder. His lips, dauntingly pressing against your neck, threatened to place salacious marks of belonging.

That you are only his.

"Stay on my lap, love. I want you close to me as I work." He whispered, his breath hot on your ear as he started to work on his papers.

You only nodded, flushed from head to toe as you tried to focus on something other than him.

You could feel his hardened body, his calm heartbeats, and his deep exhales and inhales as if he was taking in your scent and ingraining it in your mind.

The necklace he bought you before was hanging on his monitor, taken off earlier in order for you to wear the dress much easier.

Were you bored out of your mind? Absolutely. But can you really do anything other than obey the man that spent so much money on you that you swore it can almost make you live up to your 70's without worrying about money and inflation? If you're a brat, probably.

But your nice and innocent nature didn't dare to.

"You know, you can search up things you want to buy, love. If you're bored, at least." Rowan suggested, urging, coaxing. It was weird how he's so adamant at making you spend his money, like it was a weird fetish he had.

You aren't wrong.

You were like an unspoken prayer on his lips, a saint on his sinful tongue he wishes to pleasure and please.

At first, you were always rejecting the idea of spending his money just because you're bored.

But now you didn't even shrug as you daintily grabbed his phone and typed out your birthday as his password and went to an online shop of your liking.

Oh, how he shivered at the sight.

You're tainted with his colors.

His red and blacks.

His greed.

Now, he just wishes for you to get so greedy you wanted more of this relationship.

If not, his efforts of isolating you slowly from your family and friends will be all for naught. And he doesn't like it if his efforts are wasted.

Your fingers hovered over his gallery as you finished your shopping, and you were so tempted.

Usually, he doesn't like it if you try to look at his gallery. It's as if it was totally forbidden to look at it.

But you can't contain your overwhelming (Greedy) curiosity.

So, with a slight twist of your torso, covering the phone, you opened the gallery.

Rowan smirked as he knew what you did, no matter how much you try to hide it.

And as your gasps of fear and shock filled his ears, he chuckled and placed a lustful kiss on your neck. You took the bait.

"Did you like the candid photos of you in your home, love? I especially love the photos of you in your apron." His tongue, the work of the devil, trailed along your jaw as he kissed it. "If you wanted, you could cook for me. Just staying in our home as I shower you with affection and money. And you can just devote yourself to me. As I to you."

Your lips trembled at the suggestion. You wanted to say no. You really do.

You should be creeped out by how he took these photos. It looked like spy cameras. You really should.

But do you, really? But should you, really?

It was so tempting. Like an oasis in the middle of the desert, and you, the unfortunate person to see the mirage and think of it as a haven to rest your weary form on, and not a trap set to ensnare you for life.

And, as your mouth opened to reply, Rowan's lopsided smirk appeared on his devilishly handsome face.

He won.

He finally satisfied his greed, and yours.

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Claiming Territory

Sub!Rowan x Fem!Were!Reader

SMUT (18+)((biting, oral, riding, breeding))

Word Count: 1,775

You go into a heat at the hands of Rowan, luckily for you his hands would do anything to relieve you from your needs.

“It’s been seven days Enid, I feel terrible.” You frown. You felt terrible physically, but also emotionally. Your heat had come early, you had hoped it would hold off until the upcoming break but evidently that was not happening. You were studying in a small group with Rowan when you felt it. You had been watching him write down a few notes when you got a strange sort of tunnel vision. All you could think, see, smell was Rowan. Immediately, you were whisked away to your dorm by Enid, where you had spent the last week being given your assignments and meals away from the general populace.

Rowan was oblivious but obeyed the advice Weems gave him on the first day when he went to ask about your condition.

“He’ll be fine, Xavier and Ajax have been keeping him busy.” She assures you, tossing you some raw meat to keep you settled. Your snout quickly appears to catch the morsel and consume it, before your normal face comes back.

Rowan was blissfully unaware of the werewolf tendencies that were a part of your normal life. Sure, he knew you could willingly transform but he knew nothing of what came along with it. You wanted to keep it that way, you didn’t want him to worry and end up hurting himself trying to help you.

“Oh! I have an idea.” Enid jumps, grabbing a paper and pen from your desk. “You should write him a letter, then I could deliver it!” You smile up at the cheery girl.

“That is a good idea, thanks Enid.” She nods and sits down on the chair she brought near your bed, feeding you another piece of meat while you write.

Little did you know, Rowan had been reading every werewolf book he could get his hands on when Xavier and Ajax weren’t dragging him places far away from your dorm. He learned a lot about your biology and instincts. He held off on arguably the most important part to read until today. Rowan had snuck away from Ajax and Xavier, eager to get started on learning what you were currently going through. He locked the door and sat down on his mattress, opening the book to the dog eared page.

Meanwhile, Ajax and Xavier laughed in the courtyard, forgetting about their mission. Enid excitedly took your letter and set out to deliver it to the boy. As the blonde skips across the school grounds she sees two out of the three boys.

“Guys!” They look up. “Where’s Rowan?” They look scared.

“I swear he was right behind us.” Ajax holds his hands up defensively. Enid bites her lip with a sharp tooth.

“Well he can’t be on his way to (Y/N)’s dorm, I just came from there. He’s probably back at yours.” She turns to Xavier before turning on her heels. The boys look at each other and follow, wanting to see what she needed with Rowan.

He scrambles to hide the book after hearing the harsh knock. It got wildly in depth about the heat cycle you were currently going through. Rowan felt bad, he was your friend- surely he could help you in some way. He’s surprised to see Enid holding a letter up to him when he opens the door, even more surprised to see Ajax and Xavier behind her.

“You snuck off early.” Xavier smirks.

“Sorry, I needed to study.” He quickly responds. It wasn’t quite a lie. Ajax rolls his eyes and motions at the letter.

“It’s from (Y/N)! I told her she should write a letter to you, she feels terrible about not being able to see you.” Enid explains sitting on the nearby desk.

Rowan sits on his bed, privately reading the letter while the other three engage in their own quiet conversation. You had taken the liberty of writing what was probably the most romantic thing Rowan had ever bore witness to, and it was just for him. The book regarding your situation intrigued him, but your letter infatuated him. He always had feelings for you- but this really sealed the deal. But, you insisted he wait and and instead write back until your heat was over. Rowan would not listen. Enid, Ajax and Xavier eventually left later that evening, and Rowan would then make his way to your dorm.

You assumed Enid would be back to deliver his response, but after a quick text you learned she’d be staying with Ajax. He would probably send his letter over with Xavier, you figured, just as a knock sounded at your door. You speed over, hand on the knob when you smell him. Rowan had disobeyed you.

“Rowan, I told you not to come.”

“(Y/N) I have spent the last week reading everything I could about- about your predicament.” He takes a spritz of his inhaler. “Please. I can help you, I know I c-can.” A sharp tooth bites your lip and your heart speeds up just being a door away from him, but he read everything he could? You open the door and pull him in. He stands in the center of the room while you press yourself against the door.

“Rowan… are you sure.” He hesitates before nodding. “You hesitated.” You notice.

“Only because I- god, I’ve never done this before.”

“You’ve never done it before, and you still want to help me?”

“Yes, (Y/N), I want you.” He doesn’t stutter. You whine and lock the door, quickly holding him by his jacket to kiss him. He holds your arms lightly while trying to keep up with your fast mouth.

“Lay down.” You pull away, watching carefully as he does what you ask of him.

Rowan nervously fiddles with his hands while you stalk towards the bed. He takes a spritz of his inhaler before setting it on your bedside table. You gently sit on the bed.

“Are you sure?” You ask, once more.

“Yes. Use me, please.” He lightly begs. The heat in between your legs burns hotter.

“You need to let me know if I hurt you.” He nods. “Verbally, Rowan.”

“Okay.” He agrees, breath shaking as he watches you drag your nails down his arms. With his verbal agreement, you start.

Your lips start on his collarbone, pressing against them before splitting to reveal your teeth and tongue. You mark Rowan as yours, branding him to fend off any of your weresisters. He moans as you feverishly suck hickeys into his skin, desperate to mark your territory before indulging in it.

“You’re mine.” You state, removing yourself from him before quickly kissing his lips again. Your knee makes its way in between his legs while a hand travels up his untucked shirt. Rowan’s eyes roll back as your nails lightly drag down his torso, stopping at the waistband of his pants. You dip your hand into them and palm his half hard cock.

“Please.” He whimpers, looking at you through his glasses. He sighs in relief when you answer his plea and tug down his khakis and underwear.

Moving down his body, you gently pull out his cock. It now stands proudly within your grasp, the angrily red tip beginning to leak with precum. You jerk it, watching as Rowan’s back arches off the bed. His reactiveness makes the heat in you grow brighter. You need him, soon. You’ve waited far too long. Using your thumb, you tease his slit. He gasps and quickly uses his inhaler before you replace your digit with your tongue, beginning to suck on the tip. He throws a hand over his reddening face, concentrating on your mouth bringing him closer to cumming. You lap at his cock, sucking up the delicious beads of precum that drip down his shaft.

After you deem his cock soaked enough, you pull away, pulling a dejected moan from Rowan in the process. Your hands deftly maneuver his shirt buttons, fully undressing him before you move onto shedding your own layers. He watches in amazement as you remove your shirt, bra, pants, and underwear.

“Sit up.” You exhale, moving to straddle him. Soft hands rest against your hips as you hover over his hard length. You sink onto his cock and howl out in pleasure. He clings to you as you give him no time to adjust to the heavenly feeling that is your cunt before pulling yourself up and slamming back down.

After a few moments, Rowan remembers why exactly he’s in this situation. He was here to serve you, relinquish you from your heat. His hands release the death grip they’d had and move to two entirely different places. One moves to your nipple while his head dips down to suck on the other. Your eyes widen, and you howl louder- this time getting an enthusiastic response from Enid across campus. Rowan really had read his stuff, all just to please you. You squeeze around him, your slick walls holding him in a vice grip as you roughly rode him. His other hand surprises you, softly thumbing your clit.

“Fuck, so good for me. All mine.” You ride him harder, feeling his tip kiss your cervix as he bottoms out.

Rowan lets out a choked groan, feeling his cock begin to twitch inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum (Y/N)-“ He warns kneading your breast and flicking your clit faster. His words excite you further. You needed him to cum inside of you, mark you as his and complete the heat. You slam your hips down faster and squeeze him harder, rutting your hips into his. Thinking you didn’t hear him, Rowan moans out again. “(Y/N)- I’m close, so close-“ Now, you beg him.

“Please, cum in me, Rowan. Need you to breed me, make me yours- fuck!” His cock jumps at the mention of breeding you. Fucking his seed deep in your cunt. His body stills, going rigid as he releases inside of you, filling you deeply with his cum while you bite his shoulder as you tighten and cum around him.

Panting, you remove yourself from his cock and lay beside him, nuzzling into his shoulder. You lap at the bite you left, soothing it.

“Are- are you okay now?” Rowan wearily asks, not know if he could take another round. But if you needed it, he would comply in a heartbeat.

“Oh yes! Thank you.” Realizing the searing heat within you is gone, you pepper his face in ecstatic kisses. You’re happy to be yourself once again. “So good for me, only me. All mine.” You sigh, wrapping yourself around him, soon falling asleep.

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[peachywritesstuff]

Smile for the camera.

Ghostface!Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: The murder of Tyler was the first of many in Jericho.

Warning: established relationship,dead bodies,attemped sexual assault, stalking,descriptions of how someone was murdered,reader witnesses a murder, ooc Rowan? Rowan didn't get killed by the Hyde for plot reasons. Not fully proof-read.

Notes: Haven't watched Wednesday but I have read enough Xavier Thorpe fanfics to know the plotline and I'm saying to hell with it and writing for Xavier cuz this man has me in a chokehold. Excuse any typos and grammar errors

Word Count:1.8k

Tyler Galpin was found dead this morning.

The news was spreading around like wildfire at Nevermore for 2 reasons. One, he was the sheriff’s son, and two this was the first real crime that Jericho has had in years. The way Tyler was murdered somehow got released to the public and….it was horrifying. His eyes were cut out, a part of his tongue was too, small deep cuts were found all over his body, his throat was slit so deep that the bone from his spine was starting to show, and a smile was craved onto his face. It was so awful.

You couldnt believe it. You had just seen him the day before when you and Enid went out to Jericho for coffee. You didn’t know the guy and only spoke a total of 10 words to him but it just felt so unreal since you had seen him the day before and he was perfectly fine. It reminded you that anything can happen.

“The killer wanted him to suffer,” Wenesday said nonchalantly. Overhearing Enid and you talking about Tyler’s murder as she was typing. “They wanted him to die and slow agonizing, and painful death.” She turned around in her chair to face you. “I’m almost impressed with how well the killer pulled it off. Almost.” She turned back around and continued typing.

Tyler’s funeral was a week later, with a closed casket of course. You went to it out of respect and your boyfriend Xavier went too. Which surprised you, since knowing the past between the two. As the casket was lowered to the ground, the sound of the sheriff’s cries and wails rang loud across the cemetery. You leaned your head on Xavier’s arm and he wrapped his arm around you putting a loving kiss on your forehead and rubbing your arm in a calming manner.

You just so happened to miss the smirk that appeared on his face.

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You thought that after the murder of Tyler it would stop. But it’s has been weeks since then, and more murders were happening and there was not one single clue who could’ve done it. It was almost like the killer disappeared right after committing the murder. Students at Nevermore gave the killer a name.

They called him Ghostface.

You began to worry for your boyfriend, him going out into his art shed and coming back when the sun was long gone scared you. You didn’t want the man you love to see become the next victim. It didn’t help that you felt like you were being watched everywhere you go. Notes starting appearing at your dorm and Enid-even Wednesday became concerned when the notes came with pictures. Pictures of you. One could be of you just chilling in the quad or you and Xavier kissing. The one that freaked you out the most was one of you getting out the shower. This continued for days and you had made Enid and Wednesday swear not to tell anybody. Even Xavier.

You became scared and terrified. You clinged onto Xavier more then you used too, you refused to go anywhere by yourself, hell you were even scared to even sleep by yourself. Xavier was very observant, he knew something was wrong. He noticed how your eyes kept scanning the crowd, how you refused to go anywhere by yourself, how you would grip on his hand a little tighter and cling to him more than usual.

It wasn’t until Xavier finally confronted you about it that you just broke down and started telling him everything. The creepy,notes,the pictures,everything. You sobbed into your boyfriends chest as he rocked you side to side whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

“I will kill the son of a bitch when I find out who he is.” He muttered into your hair. You could of swore that he sounded so eerily serious. His tone changed from the sweet loving one you always known, into something dark and chilling. Something that was so unlike of Xavier to sound like.

But you thought nothing of his comment. Too busy sobbing into your boyfriends chest worrying that maybe your stalker was the killer murdering all these people.

Maybe

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Thankfully, the creepy notes and pictures stopped appearing at your dorm door after your breakdown with Xavier. Since then, Xavier started walking you to your dorm every night, he never left your side unless you wanted him to, and he would scan the crowd like a hawk, itching to find anything weird. With Xavier around you felt safer and less paranoid. Well, as less paranoid and scared as you can get with the killer still roaming around.

You even felt comfortable walking by yourself to your classes after a couple of days. So here you were, walking to Xavier’s art shed in broad daylight. School bag clutched to your back as you made haste to Xavier’s art shed.

Crutch.

The sound of a stick breaking caused you to turn around in a hurry. You looked around and no one was in sight. Great, of course, it is your luck that something happens to you when you were alone. You weren't far from Nevermore, it was still in sight so nothing can happen right? Nobody is that stupid to do something in broad daylight. You slowly reached for your taser while your eyes surveyed the area. You slowly continued walking with your hand clutched inside your jacket pocket and holding your taser with a tight grip.

Footsteps behind you continued. Getting faster as you walk faster. You turned your taser on and turned around, ready to tase the everloving shit out of whoever was following you.

A yelp and a thud came as you tazed the air threateningly. The person’s stuff was scattered all over the ground

Your mouth was a gap as you got a clear face of the person under the hood.

“Rowan?” You exhaled “You scared the shit out of me.” You let out a relieved sigh at the sight of Xavier’s roommate. You offered him an arm and helped him to his feet. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, I just needed to talk to you about something.” You sighed. Bending down to help gather his stuff.

“Well, you could have shouted my name like a normal person.?I mean, Jesus Christ Rowan I could’ve tased your dick or something” He frantically bent down and started gathering his belongings. In his panic more stuff began to fall out. He cursed under his breath

A camera and a few polaroid pictures fell out. Pictures of you. All kinds of pictures of you, Some of the wear you were half naked.

Your heart dropped as you held one in your hand. You slowly stood up and made eye contact with Rowan. He started shaking his head

“Y/n I can explain-”

“Explain what? that you were the one that’s been fucking stalking me?!” You looked down at the remaining pictures that were on the forest ground. Rowan tried to walk closer to you but you took a big step back. “You stay the fuck away from me!” You shouted. He didn’t listen, he walked closer to you while he was frantically trying to explain his infatuation with you.

“I said stay the fuck away from me!” You sprayed the pepper spray in his eyes. He fell down to the ground and cried out in pain. You wasted no time in running back to Nevermore not stopping once to look behind you. A sharp tug caused you to trip and you screamed when you were dragged back to Rowan. Who abandoned his glasses and had a dark look in red bloodshot eyes. You couldn't move, held down by Rowan's gift and you could only watch in horror as he stood over you.

“You fucking bitch.” Rowan’s eyes filled with anger. You continued to struggle against the invisible hold. Screaming out for someone, anybody hoping that they can hear you. Rowan backhanded you sending your head to the side and your right cheek was left stinging and your lip bleeding. You continued to scream out for help and he slapped you again.

“Shut up!” He shouted at you. And in response, you spit in his face. “Fuck you.” He wiped the spit off his face and let out a dark chuckle. “This why I like you” He started. He bent down and unzipped your jacket and ripped open your shirt revealing your bra. Rowan grabbed his camera and started taking pictures.

“You’re so feisty,” Another flash from his camera. “I can handle you better than Xavier can. I can treat you better.” You started sobbing. Feeling so helpless and defeated.

Rowan’s blood splashed onto your face and stomach and you let out a blood-curdling scream. The invisible hold on you was gone and you scrambled away from Rowan who was now choking on his blood. You sat against a tree looking to the source of Rowan’s current predicament.

And you saw the killer.

He wore all black and his face was covered with a mask that looked like a ghost. They towered over Rowan who was still choking on his blood. The knife was deep into Rowan’s stomach and they twisted the knife deep into his gut before pulling it out. Rowan collapsed to the ground and weakly dragged himself away. The killer tilted their head. Walking ever so slowly to Rowan, who was still weakly dragging himself on the ground.

You could only watch as the killer got out a camera of their own and got onto Rowan's back and yanking his head back and flashing a picture. They rolled Rowan onto his back and he began screaming as the killer began stabbing him multiple times. Rowan’s pleas reached deaf ears as the killer began stabbing him faster and harder than before, never once stopping.

You sat there shaking like a leaf sobbing hysterically. Covering your ears at the sound of Rowan’s screams mixed with him choking on his own blood, and the mush sounds of the knife coming in contact with Rowan’s intestines. His screams died down and nothing was heard other than your hysteric sobs. The killer stood up

The killer took off their mask with their back facing you and you stopped breathing. You recognize that head of hair and that back anywhere. But you were in denial, you refused to believe it. There was no way that was him. It couldn’t be. The killer slowly turned his body around finally facing you making eye contact.

As much as you want to be in denial, it was loud and clear. Your sweet loving boyfriend Xavier Thorpe is the killer. The notorious Ghostface.

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[the-fangirl-from-hell]

Succubus Blues

summary: When the new succubus at the school starts sleeping around with the Nightshades one by one, Xavier gets impatient for his turn. Except it seems like his turn may never come.

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x succubus!reader

minor pairings: Ajax x reader, Davina x reader, Rowan x reader (obligatory au where he’s alive) Wednesday x Enid

mentions of: Yoko x Reader, Bianca x Reader, Wednesday x reader

warnings: smut (i’m marking the beginning and end so you can skip ~) reader has a demon form, she’s insecure about it, small mentions of death, reader gets around

tags: bisexual reader, jealousy, insecurity, angst with happy ending, hurt comfort, fluff, soulmates, forced proximity, love confession, monster loving, smut (this includes: femdom, marking, begging, praise, hair pulling, finger sucking, oral fem receiving, PIV, pounding, enthusiastic consent)

this was very long so let me know if I missed any

word count: 6.9k (i swear this wasn’t intentional) yes, the title is a book reference

Xavier knew that falling for a succubus was a bad idea. 

There were a lot of supernatural creatures in the outcast world that didn’t make for very good partners for various reasons; shadow creatures with no actual body, vampires and any kind of creatures that feed on blood, out of control lycanthropes, golems known for spreading diseases. The list could go on forever. But one of the worst creatures you could catch feelings for was the succubus. They were actual demons who fed on human souls, using their own lust against them. Some of them could feed on dreams and some needed physical contact. 

So when this girl walked into the Nightshades library and Xavier’s heart skipped a beat he knew he was fucked.

Or at least he wished he would be. [Y/F/N] was the most charming, magnetic, electric, and attractive person he knew. She exhaled self-confidence and fierceness, was a smooth talker, and had the body of a goddess. You couldn’t blame a guy for hoping.

It was perfectly normal to be attracted to a succubus; everything about them from their smile to their scent was made to lure you in. But the more Xavier got to know her, the deeper his feelings for the girl got until he couldn’t blame her nature anymore. It wasn’t just the way his body reacted to her touch. No. It was the way he couldn’t suppress his smile when she walked in the room, the way she made his day better with just a few kind words, the way she laughed at his jokes under her breath like she was trying to hold it in.

This is why it sucked that she did not return his feelings. And why it hurt so much seeing her with other people. And she got around. Succubi need to feed and [Y/N] was insatiable.

She first got her claws in Ajax. When she joined the Nightshades they threw a little party to welcome her in, make her feel part of the group. It was Yoko’s idea. Not even two whole glasses of mimosa in she was flirting with the gorgon boy, batting her eyelashes at him, not-so-subtly touching his forearm. 

Xavier was furious. He hated that he had to watch the whole thing unfold from a distance as he was having a conversation with Bianca about Thornhill’s class. He wished he could hear what they were laughing about. He knew she was faking it for him. The little lines that formed at the corners of her eyes every time he made a joke were missing. She wasn’t laughing with her whole body like she was with him, just a dainty little giggle. A strategy to stroke Ajax’s ego.

After not even half an hour they excused themselves from the party and got lost in the school’s hallway. 

Then there was Davina. Xavier had the displeasure of witnessing that one up close and personal. As he and [Y/N] were having lunch the siren joined them and the vibes changed so suddenly that it gave Xavier whiplash. Her posture shifted, her back arched, her lips pursed into a sensual smile. It reminded the boy of a cat ready to pounce. Even her voice didn’t sound like her own; it was lower, more seductive. The girl acted like he wasn’t even there. 

They must have snuck away into a janitorial closet or something because, by the next period, the succubus was glowing with magical energy and vitality.

By the time he caught her with Yoko, he figured out she was picking the Nightshades one by one, which gave him hope. Maybe at some point she’d get around to him. It was pitiful, the way he was holding his breath for a crumb of affection from this girl. He wanted her all to himself, truly, but he’d settle for anything she gave him. If that meant sharing her with a whole secret society he could be content with that.

He wasn’t next on her list, it was Rowan. Unfortunately, he had to walk in on them in his own dorm room. When the door creaked open, the two’s heads whipped around at the same time to see who came in. Rowan’s hair was a mess, his lips were red and swollen as if they’d been making out for a while already and on his lap [Y/N] was sitting trying to cover her bare chest with a t-shirt she picked off the ground. 

“Lock the door next time,” he addressed Rowan as if that didn’t just make the situation even more awkward.

But there probably wouldn’t be a next time. He noticed already that the succubus didn’t eat at the same table twice. Either she was trying everyone to see who she liked or she just didn’t like to settle down. In his fantasies, Xavier was so good that she never went to another partner ever again. 

He was all she ever needed, she just didn’t know it yet.

He also noticed that she had a pattern of feeding, around the start of every month. So, only a few days away from the beginning of the next month, when they were both dancing at the Rave’N, Xavier started to get his hopes up. 

She looked gorgeous in her dancing attire, it took everything in him to not compliment her every second. He only asked her as a friend because he didn’t want to push her out of her comfort zone. For as much as he wanted to pull her to the side and confess his feelings and make love to her all night long, she seemed to be a fan of casual stuff.

“Xav, I’ve been meaning to ask you this question. Let me know if this makes you uncomfortable,” the girl started.

This was it. The moment he’s been waiting for. She was going to take him. 

“Go ahead,” he encouraged her, trying to suppress a smile.

“This might be kinda awkward so if I’m asking for too much, just say the words and I’ll pretend this conversation never happened. I don’t want our friendship to suffer.” She stopped and took a deep breath. “There goes nothing: Is it ok if I take Bianca out? I know she’s your ex and I don’t want to hurt you.”

The girl gave him a wink when she talked about taking Bianca out. Xavier knew what that meant; feed on her. She was asking for permission to fuck his ex. Not him. Bianca.

“I mean, do you even know if she’s into girls?”

It occurred to him that the succubus was still talking, but he couldn’t listen to any word coming out of her oh-so-kissable lips. She didn’t seem to notice the war that going on inside Xavier’s mind.

“I initially meant to skip her just to be safe, but she looks so good in that dress and I’m starving,” a low growl escaped the girl’s mouth at the end of the sentence and Xavier could swear her eyes turned red for just a flicker of a second.

Must be a trick of the lights.

They couldn’t finish their conversation as red paint started to fall from the ceiling on both of them splattering their white clothes, their faces, and their hair. Xavier spent a lot of time making his hair look good. Not that it mattered anymore since the girl he did all of that for was busy checking out his ex-girlfriend instead.

Out of chivalry he took off his jacket and put it over [Y/N] head in order to protect her from the paint raining on them as they run towards the exit and almost slipped and fell in the red liquid. Xavier’s hand instinctively wrapped around the girl’s midriff and helped steady her. She pushed his hands away as if they burned her.

That hurt him in ways he couldn’t articulate in words.

“Sorry,” he murmured, embarrassed.

“You didn’t answer my question,” the girl tried to change the conversation and get rid of the awkward air permeating the conversation.

“I don’t mind.”

A lie.

“What the hell, you can even use my shed if you need privacy. Just lock the door or put a sock on it or something. I don’t need another Rowan situation.”

The girl looked down in embarrassment. Xavier didn’t know succubi even got embarrassed about this sort of stuff. From his research (yes, he’s been doing research) they were very open about their adventures and even almost exhibitionistic. He thought the only reason [Y/N] was particularly secretive was because according to Nevermore’s rules, she couldn’t feed on school grounds so she had to keep it on the down low. That was probably the reason she targeted the Nightshades, they were good at keeping secrets.

But she had no reason to hide from him. He knew what she was up to, half the school knew. On more than one occasion he had to intimidate people or threaten them when they commented nasty things about her behind her back. Only to get accused of sleeping with her himself – he wished.

“You’d seriously do that for me?” the girl asks with a hopeful smile. “Thank you!”

It looked like she was going in for a hug but then changed her mind. She’d been awfully distant that night.

Another two months pass by and by Xavier’s math, he was the only Nightshade left. He was a bit upset that she kept him dead last, almost like she had no other choice. But beggars can’t be choosers; and by god was he ready to beg for this girl. 

Besides, maybe she just likes to keep the best for last. He still had hope. Which was swiftly crushed after he saw Wednesday in Thornhill’s class with a very specific mark on her neck. 

He has seen this mark numerous times on [Y/N]'s ex-partners right after they spent the night together. It was dark red and it looked like a bunch of triangles all connected in a circle, almost like a stylized sun. It usually went away after a couple days and the kids always tried to hide it in the meantime. Xavier told himself that when his turn came, he’d wear the symbol proudly – show it off even. He wanted everyone to know that she chose him, she was with him.

But that day never came and now, more than ever, Xavier was worried that it might never come.

Wednesday wasn’t even a Nightshade, she was offered a position in the secret society but she declined. Why was [Y/N] sleeping with her? 

He even tried to ask the raven haired girl about it, but she snapped at him.

“What I do in my spare time is my business,” she said coldly.

He couldn’t even count Wednesday as an exception because after her he heard rumors of other non-Nightshades being with the girl of his dreams.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Xavier couldn’t take it anymore. He had to face the painful truth which was that he will never be with her the way he wants. The reality of it all stung like a hundred sharp icicles through his heart. Cold and merciless like the woman he fell for.

His fantasies of her were always a bit unrealistic. That she’ll fall in love with him after just one night, that he’d be so good she’d never need anyone else but him, that she was avoiding him because he was special somehow for her. It was all lies he told himself to cope. But the reality was even worse than his worst nightmares. He wasn’t at the bottom of her list; he actually wasn’t even an option.

He tried to blink away the hot tears threatening to spill down his cheeks, but the battle was already lost. Good thing he managed to get in his dorm room and Rowan was away – probably with [Y/N]. Maybe she was starting again from the bottom only to be able to avoid him again. Not like he mattered to her.

This was all his fault. He allowed himself to drown in delusions and convince himself to see things that weren’t really there. Like the way the succubus would cozy up to him in the library when they were doing homework until the late hours of the day. She’d sometimes fall asleep on his shoulder or rest against his chest and Xavier could swear the intimacy of it all meant something. Or the way she was always checking on him. Was he sleeping enough? Did he still have nightmares? 

She was just being a good friend and he allowed his imagination to run wild. It was never going to happen. It was time he’d accept that.

The ringing of his phone pulled Xavier out of his miserable pity party.

“Yes?” he answered softly, trying to hide the fact that he’s been crying.

“Xavier!” the excitement in the girl’s voice made his stomach do a backflip. “Listen: I have this crazy plan and I need my partner in crime to make this work. Are you in?”

He was happy being her friend. He valued her friendship. He loved being her partner in crime. Then why did it all hurt so much still?

“What is the plan?” he asked cautiously.

“I’ve been spending more time with Wednesday and it seems she’s absolutely smitten with Enid, her roommate. You know Enid, our resident Gossip Girl.”

Xavier couldn’t really hear the succubus’ words for a while as blood rushed to his head in anger at the thought of her and Wednesday and how they’d been spending more time together. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. He had no right to be this jealous. She was never his and never will be. It was time to let her go.

“Cut to the case, [Y/N]”

“Since they’re both clearly in love with each other but too stupid to do anything about it, I thought we could step in and help. You said something about your shed a while ago and it got me thinking. Maybe we could tell them we’re throwing an 'End of the Year' party there and ask them to come, set up a nice romantic dinner and lock them there,” she let out an excited giggle. Xavier’s heart gave a flutter. “I know it’s a little unorthodox, but I think it’ll work. What do you say? Tomorrow night?”

Xavier mulled over her words a little bit. He was mad at this girl. Furious almost. His heart was broken and lying on the floor because of her. But she was still his good friend and he couldn’t disappoint her. He didn’t want to stop being her friend. And she didn’t deserve to be punished just because he was delusional.

“Sure. I’ll prepare the shed, you get the girls.”

“I knew we were on the same wavelength. We’re like our own kooky version of soulmates.”

Soulmates. Xavier let out a humorless laugh. The phone hung up before he could say another word, which was good because he was probably going to regret was he was going to say anyway.

  Xavier was making the last adjustments to the tiny dinner table he manages to squeeze into his shed. He was pretty proud of himself for putting it all together so the plan better work. He’d hate to have put all this effort in for nothing. The shed has been cleaned up, and most of his art supplies had been put aside in a corner and covered under a dark blue bed sheet (he had to improvise a little). There was a small round table in the middle of the room and two mismatched chairs. Xavier liked to think it was a metaphor for the two girls he was trying to set up, as they were also an odd pair. But in reality, he just couldn’t find two matched chairs on such short notice and he wasn’t going to buy new ones just for this.

The door creaked open and Xavier jumped until he saw it was just [Y/N].

“I thought you were bringing in Wednesday.”

The plan was that Xavier texted Enid to come and the succubus brought over Wednesday. This way they could make sure the girls arrived at the same time and couldn’t catch onto their plan before it could unfold. They even got the rest of the Nightshades to corroborate their fake party story to seem more believable.

“Can’t find her anywhere.”

“I’m right here,” the monotone voice couldn’t belong to anyone else but Wednesday.

The two turned around at the same time only to see the gloomy girl closing the shed door in their face. They heard the unmistakable sound of the key being turned in the lock.

“I must admire your bravery,” Wednesday said.

They could barely hear her through the closed window she was behind.

“Or maybe foolishness. Thinking you could one-up me? You two should know better by now. The gorgon boy spilled everything after I pressed him just a little. You should be more careful when you choose who you entrust with your secrets.”

On a closer inspection, Xavier noticed Enid peeking behind Wednesday's shoulder.

“They played us. She figured it out and they turned it around us.”

He grabbed his phone and started texting all of his friends in hopes that one of them would answer and come rescue them. He didn’t know if there was much they could do considering Wednesday had the key and there was no way to get it out of her. But maybe someone from the outside could use something to break the door down.

“One night trapped in here should be enough to teach you not to meddle in my private life.”

And with that, the two girls both left hand in hand.

“Wednesday, you can’t do this! I have a date tonight and I’m famished!” [Y/N] was banging on the door furiously, trying to catch the attention of their keykeeper. “I can’t be here all night! WEDNESDAY!” 

The girl grabbed the doorknob and rattled it vigorously to no avail. The door shook on its hinges but it wouldn’t open – which really meant something considering the succubus had supernatural strength. If anyone could open the door using sheer force, it should be her.

“It’s no use,” Xavier let out a defeated sigh.

He let himself fall on one of the chairs next to the table and rested his head on his palms, covering up his face in the process. His mind was going at 1000 miles per hour. He was trapped in his studio with his crush. She was starving. And furious. There was no escape for the next eight hours… maybe more? How was he going to survive this without doing or saying anything stupid? He wasn’t.

“Maybe they’re just kidding. They’re gonna leave us here for like an hour and come back,” Xavier could hear the desperation in the girl’s voice. “They wouldn’t let us here all night.”

A familiar growl left the girl’s lips. The boy would recognize that sound in a thousand- it was the sound she made when she was hungry. And he didn’t want to admit it but it did things to him. 

“Will you stop abusing my door? They’re not coming back for us.” Xavier fought the impulse to throw his phone at the wall so he set it on the table instead. “They’re all in on it. Wednesday was always a step ahead of us and she got everyone involved. None of them are answering their phones. There’s no way they’re all busy at the same time. They know exactly where we are and they’re leaving us here.”

[Y/N] kicked the door and it gave Xavier the impression she wasn’t doing it to open it anymore, just to let off some steam.

“That’s what I get for trying to play cupid. What was I thinking?”

Dejected, the girl threw herself on the other available chair visibly fuming. He’s never seen her this angry and was embarrassed at how much it turned him on. He couldn’t think about stuff like that, especially not at the moment. Not when he had no way to squeeze out of there and take care of himself.

“You had good intentions. No one can hold it against you that you wanted to help your friends.”

“No, Wednesday is right. I shouldn’t meddle in her personal affairs. Did you hear that, When?” the girl raised her voice at no one in particular. “I’ve learned my lesson! I’ll never try to help you again!”

Xavier gave her a look that said ‘are you done yet?’ and she scowled at him. 

“Is that steam coming out of your ears?” he teased.

She cracked a smile, in spite of everything going wrong. If you were a starving demon and had to be trapped in a shed overnight, at least being with your best friend made it better. Silver linings and all that.

But the girl’s smile was short-lived, being replaced with a grimace as a jolt of pain coursed through her body.

“Are you okay?” Xavier asked worriedly.

“Peachy,” the girl inhaled a sharp breath through gritted teeth. “Just a little peckish.”

Xavier never considered the possibility that not feeding could hurt her. He knew succubi couldn’t die and not feeding meant they lost their powers but it made sense that it could not be that easy. There had to be a bigger price to pay. Being an outcast always came with a price.

“So what hot date did you miss tonight?” he tried to help take her mind away from the pain.

“Just this normie girl, I bought her a coffee a week ago and we’ve been texting since then. Her parents are away for the night and she invited me over.”

The boy tried desperately to hide his jealousy but it was only getting worse.

“I could help,” he proposed with a shaky voice. 

It took a while for the girl to say anything. When she got up from the table and lay on the mattress in the corner Xavier started worrying that he was too quiet in his request, maybe she didn't hear him.

“It’s fine, I can suck it up for the night. I’ll download fucking Tinder tomorrow and find someone quickly. Don’t worry about me.”

How could he not worry when she was basically on the floor, hugging her knees and writhing in pain?

“You’re unbelievable!” Xavier ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “You’d rather sit like this through the night than touch me. Am I that disgusting to you?”

He didn’t mean to be that loud but the rejection was burning in his chest like an angry sun and the words kept pouring out of his mouth with recklessness.

It was the first time she turned him down explicitly. Until this point, he’s only ever begged her with his eyes to take him to her bed. And he never got back an answer. So he pretended she just didn’t understand what he meant, that she was just that clueless. It’s not that she didn’t want him, he just needed to be a little bolder. 

There was no hiding behind delusion now.

The girl finally looked up from the floor. As soon as they made eye contact Xavier almost fell to his knees, feeling the need to apologize for his outburst. She looked crushed. As if something in Xavier’s words or tone fundamentally shatter something inside her.

“You really think that?” she asked and she sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

“Why else would you keep so far away from me?” he asked, but he wasn’t so confident in his accusations anymore. “I’ve sat patiently and waited for you to notice me and you never did, how do you think that makes me feel?” he fought back a sob. “And then I had to sit back and watch you choose someone else over and over again – everyone but me! And even when I’m the only choice left, you still don’t want me.”

The girl looked at him baffled like she had no idea he felt this way. Xavier was quite shocked, too; he didn’t expect to let it all out at once. Now hot tears threatened to spill down his face and he made no effort to hold them back. There was nothing he could hide from her anymore.

“Truth is I’m yours, wholeheartedly and it breaks me to know you’ll never want what I can offer.”

“There is no one in this world that I want more than you, Xavier Thorpe,” the girl whispered, her shattered expression seemingly mirroring his. “I just can’t allow myself to even entertain the idea because I’ll end up heartbroken and you’ll end up dead.”

Xavier seemed confused.

“I know you’d never hurt me–”

“I wouldn’t be able to control myself once I get a taste. I can’t feed on one person alone, it could kill you. That’s why I never have the same person twice in a row, and I give them plenty of time to heal.”

“Well then, you can feed on other people, too. Promise I won’t be jealous anymore… if you promise you’ll come back to me every now and then.”

He gingerly reached for her hand and placed it on his cheek, craving some form of comfort and affection. He half expected the girl to pull back, instead she cupped his face and wiped away a tear with her thumb. 

“I could never do this to you, Xav. It’ll ruin you. Look what seeing me with other people had done to you already. I thought by keeping you at arm’s length I was protecting you,” she scoffed.

Xavier closed his eyes and leaned into her touch even more. He was almost ecstatic to hear she returned his feelings. She truly did want him back, but there was a demon-shaped obstacle in the way.

As she leaned in, their foreheads touched. They sat there for a few moments, resting against each other, simply enjoying the other’s presence. The intimacy of the situation almost made Xavier weep tears of joy. It’s all he’s ever wanted.

“I give you permission to ruin me, you know,” he whispered and they finally parted.

The succubus' eyes turned red once more, her pupils dilating. Xavier wondered if this is what she looked like when she fed. More monstrous. He’d never had the guts to ask any of the Nightshades about the private time they spent with her but he’d always wanted to know.

“What about just a kiss? Would that ease your pain?”

[Y/N] who’s been fighting diligently her demonic urges finally caved in. She grabbed Xavier by the back of his head and pulled him close to her, their lips crashing against one another like clouds in a stormy sky, creating pure electricity. She wanted to be gentle with him, pamper him then slowly unravel him in her arms but every inch of her body ached with longing. She kept him waiting for long enough.

Her kiss felt like fire against Xavier’s lips, painful but purifying. He let out the most sinful moan but then the succubus finally regained control of herself and pulled away. He shamelessly almost toppled over her trying to chase her kiss. He knew he said one kiss, but he hoped it would last longer.

For eternity, perhaps.

“Thanks, that’s better,” she whispered wiping her mouth.

She got up, knowing full well that if she didn’t get away from him soon she was going to break him. He whimpered and looked up at her, still on his knees. The sight alone almost made the girl change her mind.

“Are you sure?” Xavier asked with hopeful eyes.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

~

Xavier couldn’t accept that that was all of it. Not when he got so close to being hers. He mustered up whatever courage was left in his body and grabbed her hand once again and placed it against his cheek. She didn’t seem to mind until he placed her thumb on his bottom lip and opened his mouth. He wasn’t going to force her to do anything, but he wasn’t above begging. 

His pride could rot for all he cared.

The red in the girl’s eyes became a thin circle around her dilated, pitch-black pupil. She reminded Xavier of a cat, which made him wonder if he could make her purr.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed out.

She didn’t. He took her silence as a go-ahead and shoved her finger in his mouth, sucking on it, making sure not to break eye contact. There was something so hot about her inhuman appearance and the way she was looking down on him like she wanted to eat him. And he would let her.

Xavier couldn’t contain himself any longer. His trembling hand made its way into his pants, grabbing his hard member. Whimpers started slipping through his lips as he was stroking himself. He stuck out his tongue and the girl got the message. Her finger slipped out of his mouth and into his hair, grabbing a fistful.

Now his forehead was resting on the demon’s hip as he was fucking his own hand. Being so close to her crotch, he could smell her arousal. The absurdity and sheer depravity of the whole situation were slowly downing on him, making his face flush even redder. But there was something so delightfully exciting about it that it made Xavier throb in his own hand.

“Can I come, please?” he asked breathlessly.

When he looked back up at the girl to see her nod, her head was adorned with two small black horns pointing up. Her grasp tightened around his hair and he could feel what he could only assume were claws scraping at his scalp. All of those sensations combined were all he needed to send him over the edge.

He was still self-aware enough to raise his shirt up as he came all over his own stomach to prevent getting it all dirty. After he was finished he took off his shirt, just as a precaution.

“You look really pretty like this. I could get used to this view,” [Y/N] flashed a smile and Xavier noticed her pointy canine for the first time.

He wanted her to bite his neck so hard he almost wept. That’s what she uses to mark people. And by the end of the night, she was gonna do that to him. She had to.

He didn’t care how embarrassed he would be with all his friends knowing what they did in here and how it was kind of their fault since they locked them in. He just wanted to be hers.

“You took the words out of my mouth,” he finally managed to say. “I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful.”

The words seemed to wake the demon up from a trance as she looked at her clawed hands, then inspected her hair and found the two horns sitting on top of her head. Her expression looked horrified.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed. “I’m so sorry.”

She turned around and only in a few seconds she went back to her human form, the one Xavier was familiar with. She let out a sigh and propped herself against the round table in the middle of the room.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I didn’t mean to scare you…” the girl’s voice was barely a whisper.

This came as a shock to Xavier who didn’t think someone like her would ever get self-conscious. Not when she looked like that.

“It’s just that I was drained and hungry and I couldn’t control myself. I didn’t realize I reverted back to my natural form.”

“You don’t always look like that when you feed?”

She shook her head.

“No one’s seen me like that – ever. That’s why I’m always starving, ‘cause I use all my power to cast this stupid glamour. It’s exhausting.”

Xavier finally sat up, although his knees were still wobbly and his legs were shaky. He came closer to the demon and gave her a peck on the lips.

“Show yourself to me again, please.”

He gave her his best puppy dog eyes and the girl caved. She shifted back to her demonic form, the one she was born in. Xavier stared at her in all her dark and monstrous glory. Her horns, her eyes, her fangs; no one could compare to her otherworldly beauty.

Xavier gave her another kiss, longer this time, with intent behind it. He was assuring her that he’d never be scared of her in any form she’d take. That he would always love her and she’d always be gorgeous to him. The kiss was slow and sensual, full of heart.

“We should stop before I drain you,” the girl managed to say between kisses.

Xavier let out a whimper in protest and rested his head against the demon’s neck. He planted a small kiss there.

“But I didn’t even get to be inside of you,” he complained. “Or taste you.”

“You must have a death wish, Xavier Thorpe.”

But despite the front of annoyance she was putting on, she was biting down on a smile. She wished she could cast this moment in amber and keep it forever.

“Please,” he begged. “If this is the only night I get with you, at least let me make it good for you. I want you to remember this.”

He brought her hands to his mouth once again and started kissing the tip of her fingers, her wrist, then going higher up her arm until he reached her shoulder. He gave it a gentle nib, not enough to leave a mark, just to get a little gasp out of her.

Then his hands started to make their way up her leg, under her dress, and quickly grabbed her underwear. He gave her a questioning look, just to make sure she was comfortable. She looked… needy. Hungry.

“Did you put this on for your date?” Xavier raised an eyebrow.

She nodded.

“Well, I feel bad for the poor bastard but her loss is just my luck. Maybe I should thank Wednesday for all of this. I don’t know if I could handle you being with all of Jericho before I even got a taste of you.”

His nimble hands got rid of her underwear as he started lowering himself to his knees. She liked seeing him like this. Xavier held up her underwear and inspected it, it was visibly soaked.

“All of this for me?”

“You’re getting cocky, Thorpe.”

The girl let out a giggle and jokingly pushed his head lower, earning a laugh from him. He liked how even in the situation they were in at the moment they were still good friends, able to push each other's buttons and tease each other for fun. He let out a content sigh before starting to kiss the inner thighs of the demon in front of him. 

His hands gripped the bottom of her dress and raised it all the way up to her hips, holding it in place so it was out of the way. He was really trying to take his time and savor the moment, but her smell was intoxicating, enticing him to have a taste. She seemed to be even more eager than him, bucking her hips forward in order to get him closer to where she wanted him most.

“Impatient,” he teased right before giving her pussy one prolonged slow lick. 

The moan that came out of her should be illegal. It made Xavier’s dick hard once again, although it really wasn’t long ago he came undone at her feet. 

It took all of his self-control not to start eating her like a starving man, all lips and tongue and teeth everywhere. He wanted the moment to last so he gave her a few more probing licks before he started circling her clit.

The girl’s hands grabbed his hair once again, this time more forceful.

“Stop teasing me or I’ll start fucking your face.”

There it goes again, that growl that made the hair on his arms stand up. Xavier complied, although part of him was wondering how it would be if he kept edging her until she lost her temper. He was sure she was hot as fuck when she was angry.

But he wanted to be her good boy for the night so he complied. Trying his best to read her cues, verbal and otherwise, Xavier started eating [Y/N]'s pussy voraciously, like it was his last meal.

At one point he couldn’t hear her moans anymore, as her legs wrapped around his head like a snake around its prey and covered his ears. As he was getting sloppier and the girl’s body started to shake she grabbed him by the hair and forcefully pulled him off her.

“Why did you do that?” he whined in protest.

But as she lined his cock with her entrance and bucked her hips once again, he understood. Xavier wasted no time and pushed himself inside the succubus, feeling a shiver run down his spine as she gripped him tight and started pulsating around him. With how wet she was he slid right in, there was no need to be patient and gentle.

“You feel so good, baby.”

He kept rutting in and out of her as fast as he could, causing the table she was sitting on to shake rhythmically. Their lips found each other one more time in a sloppy, needy kiss. His hips were hitting against hers in a way that would surely hurt tomorrow, but neither of them could care less in that moment. Even as the demon’s walls started relaxing around him, Xavier didn’t stop– now set on chasing his own high.

He was so close, he just needed a little push.

“Mark me, please,” he gulped. “I’m all yours.”

She didn’t wait for another word and pressed her fangs at the base of Xavier’s neck, low enough that it would be easy to hide under a collared shirt. Her teeth sank in and the boy let out a slutty pathetic mewl as he reached his second orgasm of the night.

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“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he kept repeating like a prayer over and over again in her ear.

He almost fell over, his legs feeling like jelly, but the girl had both her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him close to her body. He shivered and finally managed to look the girl in the eye. Her hand caressed the side of his face gently.

“I’ll find a way we can be together. Promise.”

With one more kiss, she sealed the oath.

“How do you feel?” she asked trying to mask just how worried she really was.

“Amazing,” Xavier laughed. “Like I could move a mountain. Fuck, you were so worth the wait.”

“You’re not tired? Like… absolutely spent?” the girl inquired shocked.

Xavier shook his head, letting out another laugh. He was positively giddy. It made [Y/N] heart flutter with something new and unfamiliar. She truly loved this boy.

“I know that look on your face, you’re cooking something up. What is it?”

“Alright, don’t get ahead of yourself but I think we might be in luck here. There’s this legend in the succubus world about people who are immune to our charms. We can’t get with them using our powers, we have to actually win their heart but if the rumors are to be believed, these people could feed us indefinitely and not die. Instead of being weakened by us, they get stronger. Each succubus has one, they’re like…”

The girl stopped talking to check for something on Xavier’s face, a sign that what she was about to say would be received well.

“They’re like a soulmate.”

Something gleamed in the boy’s eyes. Hope.

“You’re telling me I could be your soulmate and we can be together,” he kissed the girl’s shoulder, the same spot he’s previously bitten while they were having sex. “And you’ll never have to feed on anyone else ever again. And. And.” He pointed each ‘and’ with a kiss on her body, earning a peal of genuine laughter from her.

“I said don’t get ahead of yourself. Soulmates are insanely rare, most of us think they’re just stories. But there is one way to know for sure.”

A long claw softly touched the mark on Xavier’s neck, causing him to let out a low hiss. 

“Sorry,” she whispered. “If this sticks around after a few days, it means your body has accepted the bond.”

I wanna apologize to everyone who’s been waiting for part 3 of ‘the real reason..’ I already wrote it, it’s just that I’m not satisfied with it. So I decided to write this as a pallet cleanser instead. Been working on it for 3 days.

I also wanna thank all of you for liking, reblogging, commenting and following me for the past few weeks. You helped me get back into writing after years of being stuck and thinking I’ve lost my touch completely. You’ve been making my days lately. Thank you!

Also, what do you guys think of a Rowan x reader? I have this idea floating in my mind for a while and maybe I’ll just put it on paper...

As always, let me know if you wanna get tagged in my next fics.

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[dragonfirerogue-writes]

DMC x Wednesday 😁

Nero!Reader x Wednesday where Reader always has his devil arm in a cast but always help Wednesday with her investigations with the Hyde. When Principal Weems and Wednesday confront Marilyn, Reader was with them. As Marilyn about to stab Weems, Reader blocks her with the cast

Could be gn!reader or male!Reader

A/N: I tend to default to GN!readers so that works best lol

Wednesday x Devil Bringer!Reader

This wasn't how you thought things would go. You just wanted to learn more about your demon lineage at Nevermore. Being amongst other outcasts made you feel like less of a freak. Everything seemed to change once Wednesday Addams arrived.

To avoid the eyes of others, you kept your arm in a cast. It was the only real outward indication of your demonic bloodline. Having a scaly arm definitely drew more attention than you wanted, especially from normies. You were just lucky you were quick to learn how to be ambidextrous.

But Wednesday was the first person in years who witnessed the power within your arm. It was the night Rowan was murdered. You were curious to see what the goth was doing so you followed. The sight of the monster gutting Rowan made your blood pulse in your veins. As soon as it turned to face Wednesday, you leapt into action. You honed into the beast and shot yourself towards it. When it sees you, it moves to strike, which you block with your cast. There's surprise on the monster's face when the cast breaks, but your arm doesn't.

The shattered cast reveals a clawed arm adorned with dark scales. Intertwined between the scales, there's a deep blue glow, its source coming from a core at the back of your hand. Your palm and fingers glow in the same way, with the knuckles armored by your scales.

Your strength mirrors the creature before you, trapping each other in a stalemate. Frustrated, the beast grabs your arm and opts to throw you aside. You flip on the air in time to see the monster face Wednesday again. This time, you use your power to pull yourself towards the goth. As soon as you reach her, you set yourself between her and the beast. With a growl, the monster runs away, not wanting to deal with you anymore.

With the monster gone, both you and Wednesday run to Rowan's side, only to see that he had already passed. You two look at each other, knowing what you need to do now.

You didn't know it would be as hard as it was though.

Wednesday latched onto you since you were the only other person to witness Rowan's death. Even with the two of you, no one believed you, especially when he miraculously came back. You tagged along with her investigation using your demon strength and skills to help when needed. The assistance was helpful, especially when you continued to research during her writing hour. Your dedication matched hers and she respected that.

You two grew surprisingly close. When most people saw one of you, the other was never far. Rumors started to fly, but there were other things to worry about. While it wasn't wrong that you harbored feelings for the goth, you weren't going to let it interfere with more important matters.

"You're the only one who seems to understand me, Y/N."

That startled you. You two, along with Enid and Tyler, had just returned from the Gates House. It ended horribly, with Tyler injured no less. Enid was angry at being put in danger and Wednesday seemingly not caring.

You watched as the goth sat by the large window in her room, curled into a ball. It was rare for her to show vulnerability and you didn't want to impede. You just sat next to her, barely touching. There's a moment before Wednesday speaks again.

"Goody told me I was destined to be alone." While her head doesn't move, you suddenly feel her gaze. "Will you leave me as well?"

Your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest. The answer is simple, but to you, it almost feels like a confession. Your eyes travel to the ceiling, unable to look at Wednesday as you answer.

"No. I won't leave you. Never planned to."

You almost jump out of your skin when you feel a sudden weight on your shoulder. When you look over, you see that Wednesday is resting her head on your shoulder. It was a comfort she sought, so you'll give it to her.

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Even expulsion couldn't stop Wednesday from finishing what she had to do. Once she discovered who the real culprits were, she managed to convince Weems to bring them back to the school. Along the way, she sought you out. You had every right to confront Laurel Gates as she did. You were at the beginning with her.

When Wednesday enters the herbology classroom, you and Weems remain hidden. On the goth's cue, your principal steps out in the guise of Tyler. It was only then that Ms. Thornhill, or Gates rather, revealed herself fully. You stood ready to jump in if needed. You were Wednesday's trump card. And she was right to use you as such.

Laurel had a needle in hand and drew back to stab it into Weems. Using your demonic speed, you surged forward, reaching out with your arm to block the strike. The needle pierces through your cast and between the scales, emptying into your veins. You feel the burn of poison almost immediately and fall. Taking the opportunity, Laurel uses the distraction to run.

Your demon arm breaks through the cast as it fights the poison coursing through it. Wednesday is immediately by your side and Weems hovers, but you bat them away.

"I'll be fine. It burns but it won't kill me. Go, go after her."

Wednesday takes your face in her hands, muttering a quick affectionate threat before running off after the hyde's master. You feel Weems rubbing your back as you remain hunched over in pain. You just hope Wednesday'll be okay while you recover.

#a dragon tries to write #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #asks #wednesday (netflix) #requests

[pyramis-family-official]

(pinned post, may be updated in the future)

HEYA, CREATORS MISCREANTS AND MUGGLEBORNS! Here's LeaderEvolution and welcome to the official Pyramis Family (side)blog!

For starters: what's the Pyramis Family, exactly?

Short version, this mess

Slightly longer version: it's the crazy idea of a family dynamic between the Witness and the Disciple Quintet (Rhulk, Nezarec, Savathûn, Eramis and Calus) that popped in my head while writing a Savathûn!centric fanfic back in May 2022 as I was back in my Dream SMP (and mostly Sleepy Bois Inc.) phase

The result was this dysfunctional family that turned incredibly wholesome because I'm an OOC writer with a weakness for the found family trope amongst villains and genocidal god-like creatures

After running a poll, out of 32 resulting votes, 16 were favourable to the creation of this, so I took it as an encouragement and decided to open this blog to gather all the Pyramis Family content, making it more easily accessible to other interested users without having to scroll down my main one

This blog will serve as the main spreading point of the AU - providing information, fanfictions, headcanons, fun facts, shenanigans etc - and even as a bit of a roleplay blog for the various Disciples, the Witness and mostly Rowan, an OC of mine closely related to the Pyramis

Additionally, I will reblog anything that revolves around the Disciples (in terms of fanarts) and that resembles the family dynamic even the slightest (in terms of debates and other stuff), so don't be puzzled if you see your stuff with tags you can't understand: I'm just spreading the Dadness gospel and you people are very cool 👍

Feel free to ask any questions! And, if this is not your cup of tea, please be nice while interacting with this blog - I know this can be considered as unusual content for the Destiny community, but I like giving my contribute in any way possible ^\\\^

Either way, hope you enjoy your stay here. As always, I will see you again IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!

See ya~,

#LeaderEvolution

— 💛 "Fight until the fall." 🖤 —

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A bunch of posts and tags (will be updated with time):

- important addition for those of you more faithful to the canon

#heya creators #pyramis family #family dynamic #found family #destiny 2 #destiny au #pyramis family au #pyramis family official #the witness #rowan #rhulk #nezarec #savathûn #eramis #calus #the witness being the dadness #disciple quintet #the disciple quintet being chaotic siblings #witness/rowan #witness x rowan #rowitness

[hotch-stufff]

Tired

Gif by Hotchannah

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader

Warnings: angst, crying, stress, hurt/comfort, soft Hotch, mention of child case!

Description: The stress of your job becomes overwhelming and you can’t handle it anymore. Your husband is there to take care of the aftermath.

A/n: just a short little blurb :)

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You shut the door with a silent thud before turning and sliding down against it. Your head lay in your hands as you feel the tears gather in your eyes.

When was it enough? How much more could you bear? Could you witness?

This last case had become too much to handle. Children. They reminded you much of the three little ones you had at home. Your husband could clearly tell something had been wrong, but you remained professional and didn’t let your façade falter.

You couldn’t be weak. Not in your job. Not with lives on the line. You had to stay the strong, stoic Agent everyone thought you were.

Of course, strong, stoic agents don’t hide in their offices to cry.

A knock on your door interrupts your thinking. You beg the person to go away, but the knocking persists.

“Honey?” That familiar soft voice floats through the door. “Everything okay?” You take a deep breath and steady your voice. You wipe your eyes, and stand, before unlocking the door and facing your husband.

“Hey.” Your voice sounds foreign. “I’m fine. Just a little tired is all.” He nods, but you know he sees past it. He can see the wetness of your cheeks, the circles under your eyes.

“Honey-“

“Aaron, please.” You smile weakly at him. “I’m fine.” He nods, now wasn’t the time to talk. He promises himself he would try later. He squeezes your hand before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s head home, okay?” He asks, and you nod before he walks back to his office to grab his stuff.

You let out a sigh and then go to gather your own things. The rest of the team had left already, leaving just the Hotchners in the office.

Before long you were heading to the parking garage and loading into the passenger seat. You face the window the entire ride, the heavy weight of Aaron’s palm on your knee. He doesn’t move his hand, a silent comfort.

Walking through the house feels as though it’s in slow motion. You say goodbye to Jess as she hugs you, but you feel as though you are underwater. Three pairs of footsteps flood your ears as your children run down the stairs to see you, and you feel a bit of energy return.

“Mommy! Daddy!” You place a smile on your face, although upset, your kids never fail to make you feel loved. They all start talking about their days at the same times and you smile as your crouch down and pull them all close to you.

“Mama! Too tight!” Jack exclaims and you huff a laugh. Addie and Rowan giggle at his complaining as they all move onto hugging their dad.

“Alright my loves, bedtime.” They all groan but begin their walk upstairs, giggling along the way. You smile softly and feel hands wrap around your stomach. A kiss is placed on your neck. Just a soft press of his lips. His nose pokes your cheek and he presses another kiss there.

“Head on up, I’ll lock up and get the twins and Jack to bed.” He murmurs, another kiss placed on your cheek.

“Are you sure? I can-“ he cuts you off as he turns you and places one more kiss, this time on your lips.

“Go sweetheart. I’ll be up soon.” You nod without another word and head upstairs. Trudging down the hallway, you smile slightly at the sound of you children brushing their teeth and giggling. You head to your room and sit on the edge of the bed, not enough energy to do anything else.

You stare down at your lap. Your hands seemingly more interesting than the room around you. What felts like hours, but only minutes later, Aaron walks through your bedroom door.

“Y/n?” His voice fills your ears and you turn to him, your face frozen. His eyes soften and he walks to you, helping you stand. “Let’s get changed, okay?” You nod and he begins undressing both you and himself.

He hands you one of his T-shirt’s and the gesture makes you smile before you climb into bed. He turns out the lights and climbs in next you.

He pulls you close, a hand on your waist. His breath fans your face, and the silence fills the room.

“Honey?” He says and that’s all it takes. The floodgates open, and your tears fall.

“Aaron.” You gasp his name and he pulls you in closer, your head is resting on this chest, sobs shaking your body.

“I’ve got you.” He murmurs, placing kisses to your head. “I’ve got you sweetheart.” The crying doesn’t stop for a while. Not until you feel as though you have cried every tear in your body. Not until your chest is tight, and your breath is coming out in soft pants.

“Aaron, I can’t…” you trail off and he sits the both of you up so he can see your face better.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? What’s going on? I’m here, I’ve got you.” He says. His concern blooms through the look he gives you, and a pang of guilt surges through you.

“I’m…” you struggle to get the words out and he rubs your arm soothingly. “I’m tired Aaron, I’m so tired. I can’t keep doing this job. When is it enough? When does it stop?” Aarons heart clenches at your words. He didn’t know you were struggling this much. Of course there is always stress from the job, but this, was much more than he expected. He feels a pang of guilt at his neglect, but pushes it away in favor of comforting you.

“What can I do sweetheart? What do you need?” He presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“You. I need you Aaron. I’m so damn tired. I just need you.” He nods and brings you back in. He holds you all through the night. His arms shield you from the feelings you have refused to face.

You just want to stay like this. Stay in a place you can be strong for your husband, for your kids, your colleagues, the victims.

“Let’s take some time.” Aaron says after awhile. “Get away from work. Take the kids, go on vacation, sabbatical. Whatever you need. Let’s just get away.” You nod into his chest.

“Okay.” You say.

“If you want to leave. Honey, there is no shame in leaving. It’s okay if it’s too much.”

“Why can’t I push this away, who can’t I not feel.” He pulls away slightly so he can look into your eyes.

“Because you’re good. You’re too good for this world.” He leans in and presses his lips to yours in a comforting kiss. Your heart bursts with love at the affection your husband shows you. It still amazes you to this day how he always knows the right thing to say.

Although it’s gloomy in the moment, and there’s a lot for you to work through, you know with someone like Aaron Hotchner by your side, you’ll be okay.

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Thanks for reading <3

#imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #angst #reader insert #criminal minds #fluff #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #major angst #comfort #hurt/comfort

[lovesclinic]

ྀི ۪  ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪  ׂ. ꒰ 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐘 𝐒𝐍𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒 !! ꒱

reader x xavier thorpe

ღ. synopsis ; xavier is always there for you, even if you’ve never noticed before…

ღ. pairing ; xavier thorpe x reader

ღ. notes ; just cute fluffy fluff fluff

ive never really posted here before so hi (also my first post barely got any likes so I’m kinda not sure)

also him in this gif

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Xavier Thorpe wandered around the entrance out the front of the school, clinging to the warmth of the hot chocolate that Rowan, his roommate, had bought for him.

Suffering through the snowy cold weather, waiting as he agreed to meet up with Ajax for lunch period outside the front of the school.

The warm beverage seemed to be calming him down and helping him warm up since he had been feeling substantially colder than usual that morning.

While walking through the icy environment of outside, he stopped when he saw a girl walking by herself, dressed in an outfit that was the perfect balance between wednesday's dark clothing and enid's bright plethora of various colours and shades.

With tears dripping from her eyes to her quivering chin, as cold as the stones on which sorrowing hearts had caused to be carved their regrets.

he halted walking, enduring the harsh winds for a glimpse to attempt to perceive the girl's identity.

He focused his gaze more closely and saw that the girl was Y/N. He sighed to himself, knowing that despite the hectic surroundings of many students and teachers, she was once again the only one who caught his attention.

he silently cursed himself for not being able to stay away from the alluring girl..

As he walked over to Y/N, Xavier watched the breath leave her lips as a visible icy mist, proving just how cold it really was.

He observed as Y/N's lips attempted to form a smile from their place curled into a sad pout, as she quickly brushed a stray, visible tear from his sight.

However, Y/N's attempted smile only highlighted the despair she was so desperately trying to banish.

Xavier noticed this, leading him to ask her softly, "It's freezing, why're you wandering outside?"

"Xavier, it's all right," she murmured. He sighed and withdrew his warm winter jacket, laying it over her shoulders to protect her from the biting wind and blowing snow.

He tenderly brushed the snow flakes out of her hair with a gentle hand. He asked, "Did something happen?"

She hadn't witnessed this side of him, only seeing his brooding, lanky figure towards the back end of the classroom, yet the gentleness in his voice eased her heart. He tended to present a rough exterior, but was he actually as non-caring to her as he came off as?

Y/N murmured, "I just got into a fight with Enid. I didn't mean to, but I actually managed to make her mad at me! which i thought was y'know impossible, cause shes so, her?" Y/N sniffled out a laugh through her tears, attempting to play it off.

"Do y'wanna talk about it?" Xavier watched as ana curled into the warmth of his jacket, having to suppress the wide grin threatening to break free at the sight of her wearing his jacket.

"Not really, no. Sorry." averting her gaze to her shoes, Y/N avoided looking at the tall boy, why did he care?

"It's okay. That's alright "He didn't push her; instead, he merely looked for a quiet place to take her to calm down.

"Come on over here." She fixed her gaze on him. "It's okay, just sit down over here."

She shuffled over to the bench and sat down next to him, still shuddering from the chilly air.

He took a moment to observe her before giving in and offering her his drink.

"Here, it's warm. Ronan made it for me, but you drink it." He handed it to her.

She shook her head and quickly rushed out a refusal, "No, no, I can't."

Y/N didn't cease the shaking of her head to say no, "it's yours, you drink it," she pushed it towards him, nudging his hand and the drink away.

"I said take it already," he shoved it towards her, turning his face away with shyness reflecting in his deep brown eyes.

Before the last couple of days Y/N never realised how many emotions press could convey though his eyes.

She nodded, accepting his offer and taking the warm cup away from his grasp.

The previously tearful girl had been taken aback by his gentle treatment.

She focused her attention downward onto the hot chocolate mixture, watching as the tiny marshmallow bobbed up and down and around the cup.

"do you want to tell me what's up with Enid?" Waiting patiently for her to tell him whatever she felt comfortable saying, Xavier sat there.

“honestly, i was, j, just a bit jealous..”

"Why?"

"she's been spending so much time with the new girl, wednesday? since she moved her its like i don't even exist to her, she even switched to be her roommate before they even met!"

"Shhh...just drink your hot chocolate before you freeze, then we can talk more,"

he flashed her a large and genuine grin, a smile. sometbing that had become rare to xavier since his relationship with bianca.

Lifting the mug to her lips she took a large sip of the hot chocolate. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, revelling in the sweet taste and the warmth it provided her body. The liquid slowly slithered down her throat, heating her up. "It's nice, isn't it?" Xavier asked with a little laugh. She smiled back at him.

“Yeah, it's...really good."

Due to how cold it was, Y/N saw that his cheeks and nose were extremely red.

His slender frame trembled. She noticed his arms circling his torso to stay warm. This gave her heart a special kind of feeling. Her heart ached at the thought of him forgoing his own comfort to provide her with heat instead of warming himself with his jacket.

She mumbled, "Xavier," softly. To her, he turned. "Yes?" "Are you cold?" she inquired. "Oh, no! No, I'm good "Despite the tremble in his fingers, he reassured her. Realizing his lie, she scowled at him. "I know youre lying, silly.”

"No I'm—" he started when she suddenly draped half of the large jacket over his shoulders and scooted in closer.

Together, they watched the snow fall as her warm body pushed up against his own. She took another sip of the hot chocolate and then handed it back to him while leaning her head against his shoulder.

His eyes were fixed upon the soft and smooth marshmallows as he watched it from above. He flashed her a warm smile and gratefully welcomed her offer. He placed his hands over hers and brought them up to his face rather than taking the cup from her. He took a large sip of the hot beverage before turning his attention to her. Y/N inhaled sharply when they made eye contact. She averted her gaze.

“On a cold day, hot chocolate is delicious.” She agreed, murmuring, "Y...yeah." she bit down on her bottom lip nervously as his fingers caressed her own.

Every time he touched her so sweetly and gently, her heart felt these inexplicable feelings once again. He asked, with a hopeful look in his eyes, "Do you feel any better?" She paused to give it some thought. "Mhm. She said, "I do. "We should do this more often, only if you want to."

"Whenever you're want Y/N"

#xavier thorpe #xavier thrope fluff #xavier x y/n #oneshot #wednesday #reqs open #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #wednesday addams #writerscommunity #xavier thrope imagine #x reader #gif

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Request: Inigo Dragonov scenario where we (his darling) didn’t cave into remarrying him. (I guess this is like an alternative timeline from the original storyline). He was thinking about bankrupting our family, so aside from that, what if we also didn’t want to remarry him because we found a new lover (that even his private investigators didn’t know about). And to make it even more soap opera drama like, our new man is Inigo’s old university rival (who’s still also his company’s rival). I’m sorry…I just love these tropes/cliches. What makes it even ❤️provokingly❤️ worse is if his rival were just to see Inigo across the street one day on an outing with us and our twin babies…and just kiss the babes while pulling us into an embrace…all while keeping a long deadlock stare with Inigo. Like DUSKGSJOSLHWJJJWJ!!!!!!!!! Unleash Inigo’s full yandere potential after being forced to witness this!

Yandere! CEO! Arranged! Ex-husband x AFAB! Ex-wife! Reader

WHAT IF: You refused to marry him?

Ooh anon, you're the worst (lovingly). You really want Iñigo to suffer huh?

Once more, I'm delving into Iñigo's lore because fun fact, Rowan may be my first yandere OC, but Iñigo had a whole novel just exploring him and his actual partner, Ykaidi! (I unpublished it on Wattpad though, it's so cringe lol. Also, there's so much stuff I changed so technically, the original timeline IS an au in itself) So this will be a good creative exercise to explore his personality more.

He's one traumatized bitch.

No?

Did you really say no?

Iñigo scoffed before tilting his head to the side, a bit bewildered.

"This..."

Words died down in his throat as he saw your resolute face.

"A-are you sure you don't want to marry me? I told you that the children needs a father figure in their life."

He somehow got a bad feeling about this. And that proved right as you gave him a soft smirk.

"They do, actually. It's not you though."

Iñigo felt his blood run cold.

His ears started to ring from the shock he received.

"You..." You have another man? That was not... Him?

How could that possibly be?! He always made sure that his private investigators would know each and every single one of the people that you spoke to back in New Zealand.

He should rethink his choices right now.

"But, Elise and Elliot needs their biological father. I am their bio father!" Iñigo yelled, his jaw ticking. But you only rolled your eyes.

"Did you think I would take into account on going back to you?!" You screamed, marching up to him and pushing him back. Your heart squeezed in pain as it pumped to accomodate the anger rising inside of you. "You neglected me. Insulted me in ways I don't even hear from my parents!"

You stomped one step, as if crushing his heart in pieces.

"Why would I come back to you?" Your voice, crackled with the pent up anger, gave a raw, intense tone of rage that echoed your beating heart. "You must think I'm stupid if I'll run to you."

Iñigo's vision swam, breathing heavily as he felt small, pressured....

Intimidated.

He never took account of you moving on and hating him to the point of getting another man. But you did. You did what he thought was impossible.

"Sweetheart... Please..." His tone was getting desperate, clawing at the seams to make sure he won't burst from the emotions he's feeling.

Iñigo is an emotional man. Yes, he may seem cold hearted and reserved, but when it comes to you, it's different.

His hand trembled, wanting to grab your hand to rest upon his cheeks and place a shackle on it.

"I'm going." You whispered before walking out of him.

~~~Two weeks later~~~

It's been hell in Iñigo's company. He's working his employees like dogs to create the best fashion company out there.

Whatever that means.

But all he knows he needs to outrank the Smith's when it comes to the Fashion influence across the world.

He needs to outrank you.

He needs to be more popular.

More rich.

More influential.

He drank another coffee, letting the coffee dribble down his chin and onto the hardwood table.

"Indigo, I think you need to take a break." Oliver said, using the nickname he's been using since he was a child. Iñigo looked up and saw Oliver holding up a mirror, reflecting how bad Iñigo looked.

"Wow, way too drive the nail further. Fuckhead." Iñigo glared at Oliver before shaking his head and standing up. "Alright. I'll go for a walk, Livi."

Iñigo went to the bathroom, fixing his appearance, shaving a bit, and adding light makeup to his face, just to hide the circles on his eyes.

Damn, he even knew how to apply makeup just to impress you, the fashion icon you are.

His tongue stung, remembering when he called you frumpy.

He got down through the elevators and walked towards the park. His steps heavy and straightforward. He ignored the stares he got, some shocked, some flirty, but he didn't mind them.

Because once he looked up to cross the street, his eyes widened seeing you and...

"Steven..?"

Steven. He knows him so well.

He's an academic rival back then in highschool and college, and now a business rival too.

He also can't believe he's now a love rival also?

Iñigo always remained victorious between them, with Steven simmering in second place.

But Steven only laughs, rolls his eyes and moves on.

He hated that part of him.

But now, it seems that Steven is leading in one aspect.

And it's you.

Steven looked around, sightseeing before landing on Iñigo.

Both froze, unsure of what to do.

But this time, Steven smirked and pulled you close, kissing your temple lovingly then scooping Elise and Elliot into his arms, laughing as they giggled in Glee.

People awed at the sight, seeing this "father" play with his children and being openly affectionate with his "wife."

The perfect family.

Iñigo feels like he's looking into the spotlight, looking into a pedestal that looked too far from his reach.

He wanted to break the hands that affectionately caressed your hips, to tear the lips that kissed your temple, to break the ankles that dared walk up to you.

He felt something crack inside him.

Sure, he won't use violence.

On you.

But, the prospect of Steven dying in his arms, torturing him for hours sounds delightful.

He finally snapped.

He's not afraid of blood, nor guts nor any of that gorey stuff.

He got his yandere side from his biological father after all, not Allastor. It was never Allastor, after all, he's a really sweet man.

He could never spawn a devil in hiding.

And, as Iñigo walk away to buy the necessary items to torture Steven, he smirked.

"Business be damned. I'm taking what's mine."

#yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere drabbles #lizzaneiaelizalde

[daydream-cement]

Cold Dead Heart Ch. 10

Marilyn Thornhill x OC (Rowan Ali)

You truly couldn’t believe the events of the past few hours.

You witnessed the caving in of the old meetinghouse and watched as the ruble churned and growled. Fern and Larissa surely couldn’t have survived. After Sheriff Galpin came to his senses, he called for the fire department and EMTs, hoping that someone could make their way into the mess to either save lives or pull out corpses.

You watched in horror as the churning of the rubble stopped and the air grew thick with silence. No one was crying out for help. You couldn’t help but feel like you were the cause of Larissa and Fern’s deaths.

As the flashing lights and sirens of backup arrived, you took a place seated by a large oak tree that seemed to be rotting from the inside out. You cried silent tears, a small glimmer of hope remaining inside of you that Fern and Larissa would be carried from the rubble. Board by board and stone by stone, the pit was emptied. Well, that was until someone spotted Larissa’s hand.

Quickly, they rushed to uncover her. It was shocking how she came out of it all seemingly unscathed. She was unconscious and there didn’t seem to be any life threatening wounds, but that would be determined at the hospital. You slowly move up from your place near the tree, peering inside to try and spot Fern.

And after moments more searching, they found an additional body, but it wasn’t Fern.

No. It was Marilyn.

Your heart dropped. Your eyes focused in on her as they lifted her up and out of the pit. The professionals seemed to be more concerned about her condition. There was a significant amount of trauma to her body. Cuts and bruises everywhere. Desperately, you wanted to go to her, but your best friend was nowhere to be found.

While Larissa and Marilyn were rushed off to the hospital, you stayed until they cleared the cellar of all large boards. Literally they left no stone unturned. Fern was nowhere to be found.

You forced insisted Sheriff Galpin take you to the hospital. Immediately, you approached the front desk, trying to get any information you could on Larissa’s condition. You wanted to ask about Marilyn, but you saw police lurking outside a door to a hospital room and assumed she must be inside. Each doctor or nurse you spoke couldn’t give you exact updates on her condition for confidentiality reasons. You didn’t want to take no for an answer.

"Well can I at least see her?" You were growing impatient with the man at the front desk of the hospital. It wasn't him that responded, but a doctor behind him.

"As long as you don't rile her up. She doesn't need any more stress today. The levels of dopamine and solanine in her blood should have killed her." The woman spoke softly, gently nodding her head for you to follow her down the hallway. You were always so proud of yourself when your relentless pestering brought you the reaction you wanted from others.

You were on the doctors heels, listening closely as they provided a bit more information about their concerns for any additional stress on Larissa. She stopped in front of a hospital room and you began to ponder aloud, "And what about Fern?"

The doctor must have heard word that a third person was missing as they answered your rhetorical question anyway, "Now that one... is a mystery."

Larissa was propped up in the hospital bed, arms folded in front of her. She wanted out of this silly bed. She felt just fine. You were trying to be gentle, but you needed answers, “What happened down there?"

Regardless of how Larissa felt, there was a decent sized cut on her forehead from a beam striking her, bruising across her left eye, and the doctors were concerned about the toxins that still needed to be flushed from her system.

"Well, I don't remember most of it. There is this haze keeping me from... I know was poisoned. But the walls started moving. The stones lining the walls began caving in. The room was collapsing on itself." Larissa shook her head, the memories just weren't coming to her all that well, "Where is Fern? Is she okay?"

You looked at the floor, not wanting to tell her the truth. You couldn’t tell her that Fern was nowhere to be found. You couldn’t tell her that you were to blame for Marilyn having the opportunity to harm them. And you couldn’t tell her that you were desperately in love with Marilyn regardless of it all. The doctor told you not to stress her out after all.

"Rowan." Larissa’s voice was a warning. You have heard that tone many times before.

You were careful with how you spoke your words, “Well.. they- they didn't find her."

"What do you mean they couldn't find her?"

"Just what I said, they cleared out the cellar and she wasn't there. They only found you and Thornhill." You crossed your arms, upset yourself for letting Galpin slow you down and for letting Marilyn out of your sight.

"She was there. I saw her. She was laying on the ground near the wall farthest from the stairs. They must check again." Larissa didn't care how irrational she sounded. Where could Fern have gone?

"They cleared out the cellar, Larissa. It's now an empty hole. Fern is just missing."

"Then I'm going to find her." Larissa pulled herself up out of bed, everything ached, but finding you was much more important.

"Ma'am, please you should get back in bed" The doctor tried stopping Larissa when she reached the door, but even you knew there was no stopping the principal at this point.

Larissa's eyes were ablaze as she turned to you, "Get me my clothes. I'm going to find her."

———

You couldn’t stop yourself. You allowed Larissa to go on her own to find Fern. You chose to stay and talk to Marilyn. The busyness of the hospital seemed to diminish and you were able to slip into her hospital room unnoticed as her guards seemed to have taken a leave of absence.

The steady thrum of machines was the only sound in her hospital room. The constant beep of the heart monitor was a sound you relished in. But as you crept closer, you could tell that she was closer to death than you would ever care to see. Cuts and brushes ran deeper than you expected. She seemed to be miscellaneously bandaged from head to toe and she was handcuffed to the bed. The impulsive thoughts began creeping in.

Bite her. Turn her. Save her.

You step closer until you can brush the hair from her forehead for you to place a kiss against her skin there. As you pull away, you linger near her face, fingers trailing down her cheek. She seemed so frail and in need of such care.

Care that you wanted to provide. Care you needed to provide.

Her eyes open ever so slightly and her voice was hoarse when she spoke, “Ro…”

“Hi, red.” You couldn’t help but call her by her nickname. Turning your hand, you cup her cheek as your eyes begin to water. God, why did she have control over you like this.

“Hurts.. It hurts.” Marilyn seemed to be struggling for breath as she tried speaking to you. Everything seemed pained and labored. Her eye lids closed once more and the heart monitor’s beeps seemed to grow weaker and more irregular.

You didn’t think. You acted.

You leaned in and bit her. You suckled at her beautiful neck and tasted her sweet, addictive blood. Your eyelids fluttered shut as your eyes rolled back in your head. It took everything un you to remind you of the task at hand.

Finally, you pulled away. You grabbed her chin with one hand, effectively opening her mouth. Your other hand raised to your face where you sank your fangs into your palm. Albeit painful, your squeezed your fist shut and held it over Marilyn’s mouth, letting a few drops of your blood drip into the normies mouth.

Marilyn was be the first and last person you would turn into a vampire.

Link to Chapter 11

#marilyn thornhill x oc #marilyn thornhill #the cedar have eyes #violet and rose #stately sequoia #laurel gates #rowan ali #cold dead heart #wednesday netflix #fanfic #christina ricci #marilyn thornhill x rowan ali

[twsted-fates]

~ May we meet once again ~

A Past!Lilia Vanrouge x Reader one-shot song fic

The song is called Carry me by Eurielle

Feel free to change the Pronouns, looks left up to the readers imagination.

I have severe brain rot, it's been years since I've written so expect errors and oocness

Warnings: Angst, mild description of blood, and death

" While you sleep, dream of me

I'll be keeping our memories

Living in my heart and soul

Waiting for the day

When we will be together again. "

White lilies were placed upon an ancient grave, unaffected by times shifting sands. The winds blow through the leaves overhead, the moon full and bright with its soft luster. 

Crimson eyes cast downwards, looking at the ivory tomb, a small tear escaping his eye. It had been centuries since he had last seen her smiling face, eyes unafraid, unaffected by the war raging in those tumultuous times of a bygone era.

" Carry me to my love

O'er the sea to the clouds above

Where I know she's waiting for me

Carry me to my love

O'er the sea to the clouds above. "

Dancing happily in fields of the most brilliant wildflowers, smiling warmly as he returned home, to their little cottage holding their son in all but blood in her arms. The smell of a home-cooked meal wafted through his senses after a long day's work. 

Of a warm cloth washing the splatters of blood off his face, murmured praises of joy and relief, as he had returned home safe to her arms once again. 

Of a warm spring day, with a picnic amongst the field of flowers in the ancient heart of the forest, soft songs like silver bells spilling from rose colored lips.

The smell of ink, parchment, and wildflowers was a scent he had long since memorized; and would never forget so long as he lived. Her songs forever rang through his mind.

" Take me away to the shining light

Over the waves peaceful at night

There among the stars glowing in the dark

You watch over me

Smiling down patiently "

The fae were often fickle beings, so quick to gain interest and just as quick to lose it. The dark fae specifically, doing what they wanted when they wanted. Yet she still smiled so freely around him, despite what he was. He could have killed her easily, with a simple spell or a twist of the neck.

But her songs, her hypnotizing voice, the way she stood up for what she believed in. So cunning in the way she avoided the pitfalls most humans would unwittingly fall into. How she matched his wit word for word, even though she was fully aware of who and what he was. It enchanted him, in a way no one had before.

Many moons passed in this way, them meeting in a clearing of delicate blooms, growing closer and closer. He offered her an escape from the horrors soon to befall her town, the fae was not obligated to warn her- to allow her to fall with the rest.

But the fae was just as equally possessive of what they considered theirs as they were ruthless. And somehow this human girl charmed her way into his heart, even though he knew that a human's lifespan was nothing but a mere blink for his kind.

She left her cross of rowan, her iron, and salt; taking his hand, accepting his offer with a warm smile, not a single ounce of fear within her eyes. She had no one else, an outcast, a witch the priest had called her. A wild caring soul that was so unsuited to the confines of her village.

" Carry me to my love

O'er the sea to the clouds above

Where I know she's waiting for me

Carry me to my love

O'er the sea to the clouds above. "

Love blossomed between them, the times they spent together in peace. Even as he went to war, raging through the battlefields slaughtering the enemy side, commanding the Thorn Fairy's with pride and bravery. Peace was always awaiting him once he returned home.

Yet fate was a cruel mistress, on the day he was to return, an urgent meeting was called, one that lasted 3 days and three nights.

When he returned to their field his heart dropped, seeing the cottage door busted open. In a panic he rushed into the cottage fearing for his wife and son. Blood splattering the walls, a corpse of a human soldier, his skull bashed in, laid slumped against the wall. Urging forward he ran to their shared room, eyes widening when he saw his bloodied wife hunched over a small bundle still wiggling, a soft cry being heard.

 The residue of magic lingered heavily in the air, two more corpses, well- more like silhouettes of charred ash, marred the walls.  It was the first time in his long existence that he had cried, sorrow resounding through him along with unbridled rage. His beloved, his dearest flower, the sun to his moon died defending their home, protecting their son.

Gingerly he took the swaddled bundle covered in his mother's blood, hushing the crying babe. 

He created a beautiful grave for his fallen love, ancient magic protecting it from the weather. Placing a small kiss upon the tombstone he turned, child in his arms did he return to the valley. 

They would pay for this unforgivable act.

" Carry me to my love

O'er the sea to the clouds above

Where I know she's waiting for me

Carry me to my love

O'er the sea to the clouds above. "

Time marched on, and he carved a name for himself, forever etched within the annals of history. Treatises were drafted and ink dried on the parchment. There was peace for the first time in hundreds of years.

And now here he is once again, just like every year since her passing. Leaning against the cold stone, talking to her grave. The color of Diasomnia's uniform  illuminated by the light, he stood glancing at the three who stood behind him in silence, his precious boys. They had grown so much, it felt unreal. 

He had always come with Silver, recalling tales of his brave and wild mother of her sacrifice. However, this time he had his prince and his other guard with him.

" I wish you could have met her " he chuckled softly " she would have doted on you, like her own child, Malleus "

He sighed glancing down at her grave once more, eyes forlorn

" May we meet again, my beloved wildflower. "

#twst x reader #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #lillia x reader #lillia vanrouge x reader #oneshot #song fic #twsited wonderland #twisted wonderland #lillia x y/n #twst angst

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Oh god that Desi server, the fucking chaos afscghfhhgjj

I remember you joining and you weren't online as chronically as a lot of us, and you had such good ideas and fandom opinions. I thought you were charismatic, aloof, distinguished, unattainable-friend and most importantly, cool.

Then ofc we collabed and I actually talked to you one on one. I have to say I was scared fucking shitless when I started talking to you because you seemed so out of my little baby fandom leagues.

But now I know just how much cooler you are. Also a dork. And pathetic wet cat core (affectionate). You still have at least 10 movies and books from my recs to finish (please read folk of the air I'm begging you (but after your exams obvi)). Also the only person from this blog who read my first smut fic. Also the first one I'd probably ask for witness signature for my wedding to Christian (or Dante. Or Alex. I also like Rowan. Oh and Rhys. Ofc can't forget Zade and Aaron)

You made me watch Hannibal. I'm so grateful for those fucking murder husbands.

Also thank you for indulging my weird (BUT ENTIRELY POSSIBLE) medical questions at all hours. I mean I'm a wholeass adult now I gotta know about breaking hips and stuff y'know for science 👀

I'M NOT APOLOGIZING FOR THE ANGST AND MCD YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT

Thank you for being my friend 💙💙💙

The only reason I wasn't chronically online was because of 11th class which was from like 6am to 9pm. Brutal hours I know :')

I'm sorry I just. Moi???? A charismatic distinguished gentleman???? Like ik I have a mysterious charm but. DISTINGUISHED??? COOL???? WHAAAAT

Tbh from my POV you were the cool, aloof one. Like even after we started collabing you seemed so distant. And then one day you asked me if I'd read rwrb and I said yes and it was like a fucking dam broke 😭

Also yes I'm pathetic wet cat core and I'd rather be known for that than the charismatic distinguished gentleman 🤣🤣🤣

Anyways I'm not very good with words (fics? Yes. My own feelings? Uhhhhhhh) BUT you're my bestie and my fucking lighthouse because everytime I'm down I think of you to remind myself that things will get better and someday I'll live in an apartment all by myself and I'll make maggi at 3am if I want to <3 also you're a dork with the best fashion sense and I love you even with your 847464737 husbands

Thank YOU for introducing me to the Leverage fam - my second favourite crime family, second only to the Forgers, and speaking of which, thank you for tagging me in cute as heck Spy x Family posts <3<3<3

(Yes I love the angst and MCD 🙃)

Ilysm babe <3<3<3<3

#blues and then purple pink asks #❤️❤️❤️

[oc-heaven]

Adonis x Rowan Headcanons

Rowan choose Adonis when he witnessed his skill with a sword during a trip to a nearby town where Adonis' mercenary band was staying

Adonis was forced to go back to the castle with Rowan and neither man initially wanted the other

Rowan knighted Adonis as soon as he could just so he could have him as his personal knight

They ended up bonding as they spent time together leading Rowan to become quite attached to Adonis

Rowan has attachment and abandonment issues

Rowan becomes borderline obsessive over Adonis seeing him as a possession rather than a person

Adonis doesn't really have a goal in mind for his life seeing as he's only ever had people giving him orders to follow

Adonis never had the freedom to choose for himself

Rowan gives Adonis more freedom than he's ever had before even if it isn't a lot

Rowan isn't cold towards Adonis the way he is to others

Rowan loves to compliment Adonis as a forward way of flirting though he is also very sly with affection too

Adonis is forced to be educated as per Rowan's request despite his protest that he only needs to know how to fight

Rowan is quite skilled with a sword himself and he is able to go toe to toe with and even beat Adonis

Adonis starts to develop feelings for Rowan after he displays his care for his well being

Rowan will often travel to camps where his soldiers are to boost morale meaning Adonis has to be on guard at all times

During these visits, Adonis is Rowan's shadow and they end up in many intimate situations because of it

After an ambush during a particular visit, Adonis was injured causing Rowan to make a rare unplanned decision and call for an attack on the nearest enemy camp

Rowan was pissed that his knight, the only good thing in his life, was almost taken from him, and when he gets pissed people die

Instead of continuing his travels to visit his soldiers, Rowan goes back to the castle just so Adonis can recover

Rowan babies Adonis a lot as he recovers

After that incident, Rowan is more adamant about conquering the rival kingdom before it was just something to do out of necessity but now it was personal

Rowan goes from "you are mine and will die where I say" to "you are mine and you aren't dying without my permission"

#oc #oc chat #jack chat #jacks ocs #oc ship #adonis x rowan #rowan #adonis