#Ajax Petropolus imagine

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Can please have Ajax smut with this prompt

“I can’t believe you’re this innocent…” 💕💕

I can't believe your this innocent

Dom!Ajax Petropoulos X Inno!Reader

W/C - 1.3 K

Summary - You and Ajax are just friends, but what if Ajax can't take it anymore and you walk in on him doing something unforgettable?

Warnings - mentions of sex, smut (P in V), hand job, thigh riding, choking.

A/N - Sorry if I haven't been posting recently, I've been at school doing exams! Request anything at my blog people I write for are here ✶ and to get into my taglist here ✶

DISCLAIMER! - Ajax has hair in this (sorry not sorry!)

Just look at how pretty it is though! I want to touch it!

You and Ajax were a team, that was for sure, you both never really knew that each other were both crushing on each other. Recently, The Hyde came out and slowly started attacking people and you've just become all jumping as soon as something touched you and Ajax noticed this and slowly thought that it was his fault that you were terrified of everything.

"Come to my room, Y/N. Pleasee?" Ajax's voice rings in your ear from the speaker of your phone. You were stubborn and Ajax knew that. But if anyone was to get you out of your room it was Ajax. His voice was soft, like he was doing something from his side of the line. You nod and somehow Ajax heard it from his end.

"Shit." He groans. You hang up on him, thinking something was wrong. You get ready as quickly as possible and practically run to his dorm. You open the door without any warning, and you see something you never thought you see this year. Ajax's cock in his hand (anyone's for that matter).

You didn't know what was coming out of it, but you wanted to unsee it. "Aj? What are you doing?" You mutter out. He chuckles darkly at your comment and pats the seat next to him. You were absolutely shocked. But instead of going back outside, you close the door and sit down next to him. He presses a kiss up against your lips and you jerk backwards.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N." He chuckles shaking his head. You shake your head in denial, this couldn't be happening, you had a crush on him, he's a guy that will "never" like you. Until today, apparently. "I can't believe your this innocent, you haven't even worked it out in your pretty little head."

"I haven't worked out what?" You croak out, your eyes fixed on the long member in his hands. He places another kiss but on your cheek this time and smirks. "I like you and you better finish what you started."

"What did I start?" You ask and he grabs your hand and places it over his cock. "Everything. Now just move your hand back and forth like the pretty girl you are."

You start to move your hand against is cock ever so slowly, Ajax's reaction was so appealing to you for some reason, the reaction he was having, you wanted it too, you wanted to feel whatever he was feeling in his head. He groans out as he mutters out, "Faster."

As he says that you do so, and to Ajax's reaction, you know you're doing well. His groans sound appreciating and filled with an emotion you've never experienced before. He cups your chin with his hand and kisses you as your hand continues to move between the two of you. He moves his hand from your chin and moves it too your cheek and rubs his thumb on the crease of your lips.

You've never done this before, so your terrified of what will happen after. Some pre-cum slowly beads out of his cock and you wipe it away with your thumb. He groans at this, with your hand moving, the feeling was too much, he can't take it anymore. "Shit, I'm close, I love your hand around me." He says through his teeth.

Cum slowly flows out of his cock and you move your hand away thinking you're both done, but Ajax kisses you and pulls you onto his thigh needlingly. He grabs your waist and he pulls your head down so his lips are resting practically on your ear. "Come on, Y/N, now it's now my turn to make you feel good." He trails kisses down your neck and slowly uses his hands to move your cunt against his thigh through your shorts

"Oh shit." You moan out in surprise of how nice it actually feels. "What other words can I make you say." You nod your head twice quickly as He continues to rock your body back and forth against his own thigh. He lifts you up and unbuttons the shorts you're wearing and pulls them down your legs with your panties. He takes off his t-shirt and you look at the obvious abs that you usually don't see at school with his uniform that, let's be honest, makes him look lanky and skinny.

He rubs his thumb against your clit and grabs a condom with his other hand. He opens the wrapper and looks at you. "Y/N, Are you sure?" You're not really sure, but that's the thing, you feel that if you don't do it now, you'll never be ready. "Yes, Aj, I'm sure." He nods and puts the condom on his cock before pushing you on your back on the single bed and getting on top of you.

He slowly pushes himself into your entrance and places love bites everywhere on your neck, slowly sucking in-between every bite. He guides himself in and out of you and you moan in response. He kisses every single area above your waist and enjoys every second of it, practically eating you alive. He slowly raises his hand around your neck and puts just enough pressure that it feels so damn good. As his movements gets faster, the pressure from his hand around your neck slowly gets tighter.

"Fuck, Aj." You moan. "That's right, you pretty girl, -shit- take my cock like a good girl" The moans you were filling the room with fueled ajax, making his hips thrust up until your both chanting each other's names. His hand slowly releases your neck and trails down your body, his fingertips giving you goosebumps.

"Shit, 'm close." You mumble out, your body wanting to give itself up to Ajax forever, with you with that thought not far away. Your body spasms as Ajax's thrusts become sloppy and his hands grab at your hips as yours going to his hair. "Same, pretty girl."

That nickname makes a shiver run down your spine for the fifth time tonight. "Release for me now, pretty girl." You finally let go of the tightening feeling in your stomach and moan as a feeling of lust and neediness washes over you like a tidal wave. He releases too and pulls out of you slowly. After you both get dressed and you almost leave his apartment, he presses a kiss against your lips and winks. "See you at school pretty girl."

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Hello can you do the prompt 22. ‘’How can you be so blind?’’ with Ajax Petropolus please :)

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As the tradition followed, cards were distributed to respective students on Valentine's Day morning. Reactions varying from glee to surprise, confusion and disappointment.

You took a subtle glance at Ajax, watching him opening his card. By the surprise on his face, he was not expecting anything. A shy smile curled on his lips as he read the message, followed by a frown when unable to find the identity of the writer. He showed it to Xavier, whispering something, but the psychic shrugged.

‘’Maybe it’s Enid? The paper is pink and written in sparkly gel-pen,’’ you heard Xavier say during lunch. 

He and Ajax were sitting together in the quad two tables behind you and you could hear their conversations almost perfectly. 

‘’Enid?’’ Ajax sounded unsure. ‘’I don’t know…’’

‘’Or the girl who sits behind you in history? Gorgons are shy. Maybe that’s why she didn’t sign her name.’’

‘’Kendra? That's a good guess!’’

You sighed sadly.

Later in werewolf reproduction class, Ajax sat at his usual seat beside you and slipped you the mysterious card. You thought he had finally figured it out that it was from you, but ended up disappointed the moment he opened his mouth.

‘’Y/N? You’re a girl, right?’’

You rolled your eyes as you took your textbook and opened it to the page indicated on the chalkboard. ‘’According to my birth certificate, yes,’’ you replied with a chuckle.

‘’It’s gonna sound weird but, could you help me decipher who wrote this valentine?’’

Your face dropped, just like your hopes of Ajax reciprocating your feelings. 

You faked a smile. ‘’Sure.’’

‘’Xavier thinks it’s Enid, but she put glitter in all the cards she sent this year and this one didn’t have any. You sit beside Kendra in Botany class, right? Do you recognize her handwriting?’’

Boys are so dumb, you decided as you made your way to your dorm to scream into your pillow. Your roommate was on a date with some siren so no one would hear your laments or see you ugly crying over a dumb boy.

Ajax was cute and clueless, but his cluelessness was making you want to put magnifying glasses over his pretty brown eyes so he could see all the hints you've been dropping about your feelings for him. You even tried to ask him out on a date a few times, but he didn't get that you wanted to do that activity with him — only him. 

You took a turn to take the stairs that would get you to Ophelia hall and collided with the one person you didn’t want to see.

‘’Sorry!’’ Ajax quickly apologized although you were the one not looking where you were going, too caught up in your frustrations. His hands grabbed your arm before you could kiss the floor.

If you hadn’t been so upset, you would have internally screamed at this rom-com-esque moment.

‘’I…I’m avoiding Bianca. She’s looking for me,’’ he said before you asked any questions.

You drew your eyebrows together in confusion. ‘’Bianca is your...mystery valentine?’’

‘’No!’’ Ajax immediately corrected you, holding his hand. ‘’God, no. She’s looking for Xavier. Not me.’’ He shook his head, laughing awkwardly at the thought of going on a date with Bianca Barclay. She was out of his league and not at all his type. ‘’She tried to make plans with him in hopes to get back together, but he’s not interested in rekindling and went hiding in his art shed. Please, do not tell Bianca where he is.’’

‘’His secret is safe,’’ you promised. ‘’Have you found who your mystery valentine is?’’ You tried to conceal your heartache and kept your voice casual. 

He shook his head, visibly disappointed. ‘’No. Unfortunately.’’ 

The pink card was peaking from his blazer pocket, right over his heart. It almost made you smile.

‘’I even asked Enid, but she didn't—’’ 

‘’How can you be so blind?’’ you asked out of frustration, the words slipping from your mouth. ‘’It was me who sent you that card. Me. Not Enid. Not the gorgon girl sitting behind you in history. Me.’’

You held your breath, bracing yourself for having your heart crushed, but that's not what happened.

‘’Why didn’t you say anything?’’ Ajax asked, his lips curling into a soft smile, feeling a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders.

‘’I tried — many times —, but you never got the hints. I even used a strawberry scented gel-pen because I know you love strawberries.’’

‘’That's what smelled so good every time I opened the card!‘’

You laughed nervously.

‘’Do you...do you want to go for a walk? It's a lame date, but curfew is in an hour so there's not much to do.‘’

You nodded and Ajax took your hand in his, smiling.

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forgotten festivities - ajax petropolus

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requested: yes! requests: open! hey so i did a request about Xavier forgetting the readers birthday… could you pretty please make that an Ajax fic instead like maybe it’s enids and hers birthday? and please do not mention Xavier at all in it, like just act like he never even existed bc percy makes me so uncomfortable now, thank you for hopefully understanding!

A/N: hii! i saw your requests for xavier before and i really wanted to write for it, but i was unsure on how to continue with writing xavier fics. though i would still love to write them now, i will try and remember to put it in the caption/warnings. for now, an ajax fic is coming your way! i hope you enjoy! :) it was kind of hard to really get to it, but i hope i did fine!

wordcount: 2.142 warnings: she/her pronouns, bad??? friends, ajax trying to make it up to you, ajax and reader crushing on each other but not dating yet, not proud of this :/

Ajax is a forgetful person. You knew that. Yet, it still hurts when you see him remember something else.

You wake up bright and early. Sure, others would say that waking up at eight in the morning is too early, especially for a Saturday, but you had lots of things that you were planning to do. You first had to get some breakfast in the Quad. Afterwards, you would go and meet up with Enid, both getting ready for your birthdays.

You loved sharing your birthday with your friend. Being the center of attention could often feel uncomfortable with you, so to share a day like this with someone else is something you actually quite enjoy.

You decide against taking your bag downstairs with you - its only for breakfast. The walk to the Quad is quite short, as your dorm is located quite close to it. With a small tray in your hands, you walk to a picnic table. None of your friends were here yet. Are they maybe preparing a surprise for you? You know that you aren’t too big on birthdays, but you would take every chance to hang out with your friends.

After another ten minutes, you still had not seen your friends. You had already eaten your sandwich and had finished your tea as well. Your phone was keeping you company as you patiently waited for anyone to show up. You hear a bit of commotion which pulls your attention away from the device in your hands.

On the other side of the Quad sit all your friends, smiles on their faces as they greet Enid with hugs. When did they get here? Had they not seen you waiting? You shake your head - they wouldn't forget. Right?

It is already getting a bit later than you expected, which meant it was time for you to go to your dorm and wait for Enid. You quickly discard of the tray before finding your way back to the dorm. Your outfit had been decided weeks ago already. It had claimed a spot in your closet, ready to be worn.

Your door flies open, revealing Enid with a small package in her hands.

"Y/N! Happy birthday!"

Her arms find their way around you as you let out a laugh, hugging your friend back. Enid pulls back, pushing the wrapped package in your hands.

"This is for me?"

You had gotten Enid a gift as well, but you had not expected anything in return. But, at the same time, it's Enid. She even gives out gifts if it's not a birthday. You open up the neatly wrapped package, revealing a crocheted... thing.

"No way!" You gasp, revealing the item. "A snood?! And in my favorite colors?"

Enid proudly nods, happy that her hard work was worth it. You place the snood on your bed before kneeling down on the floor. Enid is not the only one with a gift. You take out the pink box, standing back up before handing it to the blonde with a big smile.

"Happy birthday, Enid!"

She gasps, taking the box from you before lifting up the top.

"You. Did. Not!"

The box contained every single glittery nail polish that you could find online. Different shades and colors would surely fit every single outfit Enid could ever wear. An excited shriek leaves her lips as she pulls you close yet again.

"I am definitely wearing at least one of these tonight!"

-

You and Enid had spent hours in your room already, listening to music while getting ready. Enid has small rhinestones stuck on her face, shimmering in the light. You had finally put on the outfit that you have been wanting to wear for the longest time already. Enid had tested out some nail polish on you, finally deciding on what color would go best with her own outfit.

Lunch had passed a while ago as it was already almost time for dinner. You still had no idea what was planned. You had not checked your phone for the last hour, mainly because you were getting ready, but also because you had not received any messages yet. Your parents had wished you a Happy Birthday, but none of your Nevermore friends had said anything yet. Maybe they were planning a surprise party? It is best to just stay positive, right?

"Oh my gosh," Enid whispers, tapping away on her phone. "I have to go!"

"What is it?" You ask her, eyebrows frowning. She sounds worried.

"Apparently there is a problem with Wednesday," she quickly stuffs her phone in her pocket. "I will be back as soon as I can! I promise."

"No worries! Go help her! Call me if you need me, okay?"

"Will do!"

The girl disappears behind the heavy door, leaving you by yourself yet again. Your phone still had no new notifications. Maybe it might really just all be a big surprise. You glance at the mirror. You hoped that this outfit was worth it - maybe Ajax will even notice you tonight.

-

Enid ran down the halls and to the Poe statue, snapping her fingers twice to open the rumbling door. She had not been with the Nightshades for that long, but at least she finally got in after everything went down with Crackstone. The girl impatiently stands in front of the statue, slipping through before running down the stairs.

"Wednesday?! Wednesday!"

The room is dark, though warmer than it usually is. Enid slowly walks into the room, cautious of whatever could happen.

"Happy birthday!"

The lights flicker on, revealing the entire Nightshade group with party hats on. Enid lets out a shriek, almost falling back against the wall as she clutches her chest.

"God, you guys! This was almost my last birthday with this heart attack you gave me," she laughs, standing back up straight.

The Nightshade library is filled with balloons and colorful birthday flags. There is even a cake in the middle of the table, the candles being lit by Bianca.

'Happy birthday, Enid!'

The cake is red velvet, her favorite. The frosting is white and the lettering seems to be written on with dark chocolate. Enid gasps, kneeling down at the cake as Bianca steps back, the candles now lit. Her friends start singing happy birthday Enid only smiles brightly, blowing out the candles as everyone sings the last word.

Wednesday uses her sharpest knife to carefully cut pieces of cake, silently handing them out to everyone.

"My, my," Enid laughs. "Even Wednesday is wearing a party hat!"

She was. Bianca was nice enough to paint it black with some spare paint she had. She knew that Wednesday would kill her if she even so much as tried to put a pink hat on her.

"Not a word. These stupid hats were Ajax his idea."

The werewolf shrugs, taking a piece of the cake. It is the piece with her name on it. Everyone sits down, engaged in some conversation as Enid slowly takes a bite. She has been here for fifteen minutes already, though she has not seen one sign of a gift for you. Every gift had 'Enid' written on it and was wrapped in her favorite color, not yours. She quietly places the fork back on the plate, her appetite slowly fading away.

Everyone seems to be having fun and time goes faster than Enid had thought. Before she knew it, it was already 8:37pm, around an hour after she had left in a hurry.

"I love your nail polish!" Ajax lets himself fall on the chair next to Enid. "Very you."

"Oh!" She smiles. "Thank you! I eh, I got it from Y/N."

"Speaking of Y/N," Ajax sits a bit straighter. "Where is she? I am pretty sure I invited her as well. At least, I sent her a text message not that long ago."

He shows his phone as he indeed sent a message half an hour ago.

ajaxxx

hey! enid's party just started, want some cake?

are you sleeping?

i'll save you a piece! :)

Enid slowly looks up from the phone, staring Ajax straight in the eyes.

"You can't be serious, right?"

"About what?"

The room slowly gets a bit quieter as everyone notices Enid's conversation with Ajax. The werewolf slowly pushes the phone towards him, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Guys, where is all Y/N's stuff?"

"Y/N's stuff? What are you talking about?"

"Ajax!" She almost hisses, throwing her hands up in the air. "The party hats are all my favorite colors, every gift in this room was for me, even the cake only had my name on it!"

"It's your birthday," Wednesday comments. "Ajax invited us here for you. I would have been surprised if the cake was black and had a Grim Reaper on it."

Enid looks at the Gorgon who now looks a bit nervous. Did Enid not like the party? He had worked together with Bianca and Davina to try and make it as fun as possible.

"You don't like it?"

Kent looks from the half-eaten cake to you. He actually enjoyed it quite a bit.

"Did you guys really forget? It's not all about me today!" She jumps up. "Are you guys serious? It's Y/N!"

Everyone stays quiet. What do you mean, 'it's Y/N'? They all had been called here for Enid, not for you. Enid groans when she has no reaction, pacing around the room.

"Come on, guys! It's our birthday, not just mine!"

"Shit," Ajax exclaims, immediately standing up.

How did he forget? Shit, shit, shit. He is the worst friend in the world. How had he forgotten the birthday of his long-time crush? How did the entire group forget?

Before anyone else can react, he hurries out of the library, sprinting toward the direction of your dorms. No way. There should be no way that he had forgotten your birthday. He knocks on your door, out of breath from the running. It stays quiet, though he can hear some sniffles.

"Y/N? It's Ajax. Can I come in?"

You don't want him to. Your hair is a mess and your makeup has started running down your face. Half of your accessories had already been pulled off, scattered throughout your room. You had waited all day. All day for someone to even acknowledge that it was your birthday. Enid seemed to be the only one who remembered. All your suspicions were confirmed when you got those texts.

"Please?"

The door slightly opens as Ajax steps in. The room is dark, only the light in the corner is turned on. You sit on the floor with your back against the bed, staring at your hands. Ajax slowly gets a bit closer to you, sitting next to you, though still keeping a bit of distance.

"Are you okay?"

You slowly turn your head to face him, black streaks of mascara running down your face. Dumb question.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers, pulling his knees up to his chest. "I- There is no excuse. I'm a shit friend."

"You're not a shit friend," you mumble, wiping your nose. "The thing for Enid is kinda cool."

"I am a shit friend," Ajax insists, throwing his hands up. "I didn't include you in the party! Instead, I just messaged you asking where you were."

It's not like he didn't have a gift for you. He has actually had it for a few weeks now, though he has been second-guessing himself. What f you hated it, or what if you thought it was weird?

"I never really like being the center of attention," you softly admit. "I just... I wanted to hang out with my friends. With you."

Ajax shakily breathes out before pulling the tiny box out of his pocket. He places it in between you and him, softly pushing it a bit closer to you.

"Got you a gift," he nervously says. "It's okay if you don't like it. I just- I thought it would fit you really well."

You wipe your nose again before slowly picking up the box. You lift up the tiny lid to reveal a necklace. On it is one pendant - a silver snake. You let out a soft laugh, running your fingers over the pendant.

"I love it, actually," you smile, looking at the Gorgon.

A small snake finds its way out of the beanie, though you are too busy looking straight into Ajax his eyes. They are beautiful. They feel warm and comforting.

"I want to make it up to you," he then says. "I will take you to the Weathervane and I will buy your favorite drink, and then we can go to that new little restaurant you wanted to try out?"

"Like a... date?"

Please let it be one.

"I uh, I mean," Ajax stammers. "Y-yeah! Well, unless you don't want to. But, yeah! A date! Or, or just friends. Like friends."

"It's a date."

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

hello :) can you do ajax petropolus reader when the reader is sort of daughter of Athena. it's a enemy to lover ( more in the reader side, because you know how nice Ajax is) because in the myth Athena never liked Medusa. she try to push him away but it doesn't work because he is in love, and he know it's reciprocated.

oo!

DENY IT ALL YOU WANT

Pairings: Ajax Petropolus x Fem!reader Summary: ^^^ Warnings: none

Part 2

you were delighted to feel the cool, crisp breeze on such a hot day, but you weren't so pleased to see Ajax sitting against the tree you always sit at most evenings.

you clutched onto your book as you turned on your heels, leaving just as soon as you got there.

you stepped on a dried leaf, the crushing sound giving the gorgon boy the indication that someone was behind him.

"well hello there, fancy seeing you here" he called to you as you cursed the season of autumn.

"as if you didn't know I come here everyday" you huffed, turning around to face him

"I didn't, I came here to relax" he stuffed his hands in his pockets, shrugging.

"bullshit"

"no need to curse" he smiled sweetly.

"whatever" you rolled your eyes, walking away from him again

"goodbye to you too!" he yelled out to you.

-

you sat in the quiet library, turning the page to continue reading when you heard the door open.

you didn't bother looking up as you expected Miss Thornhill to come up to you with a new plant to give to you.

"what book are you reading" they said behind you, the soft masculine voice proving that it wasn't Thornhill.

but you did know who it was, and you didn't bother answering him.

he decided to sit down next to you, leaning closer to read your book but you shuffled away from him, hiding the book from his gaze

"oh come on, don't be like that" he whined

"don't you have something better to do than bother me? or do you just have a thing for following me around?" you questioned

in the corner of your eye, you watched Ajax lick his lips with a chuckle escaping your lips

he didn't respond to you, only kept his eyes on you as you tried to read.

"you smell nice" he spoke softly

"you smell like weed" you responded blankly

"yeah, the scent of that is pretty strong, the last time I smoked was yesterday" he nodded his head

"do you not clean yourself?" you looked up at him, his big doe eyes meeting yours

"of course I do, but like I said, the scent is super strong, lingers for days" he frowned with a grin on his face, a weird mix of expressions.

"is there something you need, or can you just leave me alone?" you deadpanned

"I can leave, but I don't want to"

"so you don't need anything?" you glared at him

"not necessa-" he started

"great" you cut him off, closing your book, getting up and walking away from him

"can I ask you something?" he asked running up to walk beside you

"leave me alone. when have I ever made you feel like you should openly talk to me?" you groaned, turning to him as you stopped walking

Ajax smiled at you warmly as you stared at him, annoyed. the way he looked at you made you mad, to punch him in the face, but you couldn't do that.

"why do you act like you hate me?" he quizzed, his head tilted as he raised his eyebrows

"I do hate you" you laughed coldly

Ajax shook his head, fiddling with his hoodie string

"no you don't" he spoke amusingly

"please... of course I do, it's in our blood to hate each other" you scoffed

"if you hate me, why are you still here?" he questioned, a playful smirk planted in his lips

"because you're not letting me walk away" you spat as you clutched your book.

he pat his thighs, looking around the area

"go ahead, walk away"

"I will" you nodded, straightening your posture

"do it" he chuckled, crossing his arms against his chest, shifting his weight onto his right leg

"I will" you rushed

"ok" he grinned

you stood still for a moment, knowing he'll just follow you anyway

"you're still here" he announced as if you didn't know

"yeah, well you're face is still here" you scratched your arm, cursing yourself at the 'comeback'

he found that amusing, his face showing he was trying not the laugh.

"shut up" you said harshly, looking around awkwardly

"I didn't say anything" he put his hands in the air, taking a step back

you took a sharp breath before walking past him, bumping your side into his for him to move

"you can keep trying to push me away, it's not gonna work" he called out to you

"what's not gonna work? why do you think I'm pushing you away?" you turned back to him. you put your book in your little tote bag hanging on your shoulder

"you can deny it all you want, but I know you don't hate me. it's actually quite the opposite." he stepped closer to you, inching towards your shorter figure

"don't tell me you think I like you?" you huffed, finding it funny

"deny it all you want" he spoke gently, shifting his gaze from one eye to the other, looking at you like you were a godess

"don't look at me like that" you furrowed your brows, stepping away from his body that was only inches away from yours

"like what?" he blinked innocently, his eyes flashing with admiration

"like that" you replied coldly

"I don't know what you mean" he tilted his head "is something wrong?"

your body shivered as he backed you up to the cold stone wall of the school

"you should hate me, my family is why you're like this" you looked up at his purple beanie that hid his hideous head of hair.

"hate you? my species wouldn't exist without your family making it, so technically, if you think about it...I can't live without you. I wouldn't be here without you, you're the reason for my whole existence, and I love you for it" he admitted

"no you don't- you can't" you shook your head

"you can't tell me who I can Love, that's not fair" he whispered

"it doesn't work, at all. we hate each other" you fought

"I just told you I love you, and you're still trying to convince yourself you don't feel the same, I know you do. there's no point in denying it anymore" he looked at you with pity and disappointment

"leave me alone" you gulped, your body starting to sweat from the heat and his body so close to your own

Ajax backed up, clicking his tongue as he let you have your space

"go on then, walk away" he sighed

you looked at him anxiously, contemplating your options before walking away, turning the corner to the main hall, looking back at him, seeing him in the same spot, smiling sadly at the ground.

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[lilmoony]

hi ! i saw your requests are open and saw u write a-z fluff, just curious if u could do one with ajax? no rush and you can totally ignore this if you don't feel like doing it! thank you 🍰

𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓼 𝓪𝓳𝓪𝔁 - 𝓪-𝔃 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

note: it took me a lot of time but it's finally there. deeply sorry!

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 : 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦?

tbh, he would love to spend time with you. and this boy would do anything you want. you want to go for a walk? he will go with you. you just want to talk with him at Nevermore? okay. he wouldn't mind what you're both doing if he gets the chance to spend his free time with you.

𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 : 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦?

he would probably admire your hair. i just think he's not fond of his hair so he would love yours. no matter your type of hair, he would adore playing with them. he would try do your hair if you said yes to him.

𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞?

he LOVES to cuddle with you. you'd probably be lying in a bed, whether yours or his, with your head on his chest. one of his arms would be below his head while, with the other hand, he would run his fingers down your back.

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?

he would probably be super shy and all but i think he would try to prepare some sort of picnic for both of you. he wouldn't tell you and would want to surprise you.

𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

this man has the need to express his emotions. you make him feel safe so he would definitely express his emotions around you, whether these are good or bad ones. you're a safe place to him and he knows you wouldn't use what he tells you against him.

𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠?

it wouldn't last long when he is mad at you. when he sees you, he forgets why he was even mad. i don't think you would fight, i feel like he would just go or try to fix the problem when he sees that things are beginning to get heated between you two (when it's not you to come back).

𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?

he's probably the type of guy to love giving you gifts. because it's his way of showing his love, though it's not the only way. when he's in a shop and sees something that you might like, he takes it. he tries to wrap the gift in a semblance of gift paper and hand it to you whenever he sees you.

𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬: 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?

he'd hug you from behing and hide his face in the hollow of you neck. that is the most common hug you have together. he could also put his chin on your head if you were small enough for him to do that.

𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭?

this man would be so worried!! please don't do that to him. it could be just a scratch or a cut, he would be so panicked and would bring you immediately at the nurse's office. if the nurse isn't here, he would do that himself and don't you dare say "no"

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲: 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭?

yes!! he would be jealous but he wouldn't show it. like he would try to do as if nothing disturbed him, but you would quickly figure it ou. he would at first brush it off and then explain to you what troubled him.

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬: 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?

his first kiss ever would probably be with you. and he would be so super shy about it, wondering if he’s good at it or not. for your first kiss, he would shaking when he feels your soft lips on his. and he would be red, giving you an embarrassed smile. otherwise, he’s a pretty good kisser. he loves sharing kisses with you whenever he sees you and if there isn’t a lot of people around.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨?

let’s be honest, you would be the one confessing to him. this man is so clueless! he wouldn’t understand that you loved him back.

𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

it was a saturday morning. you woke up and saw the snow and directly dressed up and ran to his dorm. he was still half asleep when he opened the door. but he was down to play with you in the snow when you asked him. you spend your whole day playing in the snow. the inconvenient is that you both ended up sick for a week after that.

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨?

i don’t think he would use a lot of nicknames and would just stick with “love” and “sweetheart”. but only when you two are alone.

𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬?

it's obvious. everyone knows. and he knows it's obvious. he would mess up sentences when you're around, will look at you in class of in the cafeteria. if an eye contact happens between you two, he would blush and act as if he wasn't looking at you. when talking to you, he would say the sweetest things possible.

𝐩𝐝𝐚: 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬? 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭��𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?

when with others, most of the time, you're holding hands. he'll not really show physically that he loves you when there are other people around, but he'll ALWAYS talk about you. his friends are so tired of him, but happy for him too of course. “did you know that y/n did this?” “y/n told me that…” he can’t stop. it’s impossible.

𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

he would do anything you want. though he would love talking with you. or more like listening to you talking about anything you want. talk to him about your day, your hobbies, what you want to do next weekend. he’s all ears.

𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦?

i'll go with "can't help falling in love" by elvis presley. it's quite basic but, for real, you can't help falling in love with him. he's so sweet and gentle.

𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝?

he's protective of you but won't really show it because he doens't want you to think he's annoying. if someone talks bad about you, they shall be prepared to his wrath! but he also wants to be protected. and you do protect him too.

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

quite a long time, maybe a few months. because he didn't want to tell you he loved you. he was scared you would make fun of him or anything. since enid was friend with both of you, she knew about your crush on ajax and abouth ajax' crush on you. she was the one trying to get you friends, and then, it was love. but since this man was still oblivious, you were the first to tell him you loved him.

𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭?

he would try to talk to you. if you were too much upset, he would leave you alone. but you wouldn't be upset for too long. and then, you'll have a talk. because your relationship is based on talking when something is wrong.

𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨: 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞?

he does!!! most of the time, it would be photos you took yourself. like you would be together, he would leave you for two minutes to do something. you would take his phone (but not unlock it) and just take pictures of you. and he would never delete them. so half of the pictures in his phone is YOU. he's your biggest fan.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

i don't know why but i probably see him being like "no sweetie, don't fight". but you don't listen to him and fight. and so he would be like "well... go, you can do it!" and if you need help, he'll either try to calm the situation or help you fight (only as a last resort).

𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨: 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞?

he's very affectionate but very shy at the same time. he would kiss you on your lips only when you two are together, without anyone else around. otherwise, he would peck your cheeks. but he definitely loves to cuddle. you would meet in his dorm (or he would meet you in yours) and you would cuddle for a long time.

𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫?

he's a winy baby. that's all i have to say. he would call you whenever he can, telling you he misses you. he makes your heart melt every time.

𝐳𝐞𝐧: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦?

usually, being near you or just seeing your smile. for instance, if he has a presentation to do in class, he would look at you. thanks to your encouraging look, he wouldn't be nervous anymore. and he will do absolutely well!

[dragon-chica]

Deciding it would be fun to try your hand at "snake charming", flute in hand, ample practice with youtube videos, and your boyfriend blindfolded sitting cross legged on the floor leaning against his bed, you're ready.

It only takes a few notes before the curious snakes start to rise in attention, and soon are moving in unison to your notes.

Even cuter, is that Ajax seems just an entranced as they are, you can see how utterly relaxed his posture is and he has begun to sway back and forth in time with his snakes.

On an unrelated note that's also what you call all your attempts at flirting with Ajax.

[distinguisheddingus]

I admit that I have never considered Ajax's character that much but then yesterday I randomly found a fanfic about him and... click!

THE AJAX-OBSESSION STARTED.

I need more fics about him.

[eternalslover]

THIS IS SO CUTE OMG

ajax x vamp!reader who turns into a bat & cuddles up to ajax whenever she’s anxious & he either keeps her on his beanie (comfy for her), on his chest (if he’s lying down), in his hands or in his jacket pocket<3

࿐໋ POCKET PET

PAIRING; Ajax Petropolus x Fem!Vamp!Reader

SYNOPSIS; [1.1k] With a girlfriend who turns in a rather cute yet, extremely smaller version of herself when overwhelmed, her boyfriend has to find ways to keep her nearby and safe.

WARNING(S); swearing, fluff, I think that's it

A/N; I really hope you like this bc I do, this request was too cute. This isn't really a blurb but it's not a full fic either. Would this be considered a drabble? Mini-fic? Idk.

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“JAX! AJAX! HELP ME!” Ajax turned his head at the sound of me wailing through the courtyard, the few people around turning their heads to look at me — the girl who was sprinting full speed towards her boyfriend.

I didn’t slow down as I grew closer, causing me to tumble into him as he wrapped his arms around me. A puff of air left his lips as I crashed into his chest. I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath while moving in his arms to try and look behind me.

“What’s wrong?” He chuckled, looking down at me. My eyes were wide and my lips were parted, I probably looked crazy and paranoid and, in a sense, I was.

“I was looking for Wednesday in her and Enid’s dorm-” I started, speaking through labored, deep breaths. “-And I accidentally broke one of the keys on her typewriter when I almost tripped over Thing because I didn’t see him and now Wednesday is power walking after me like Micheal Myers and she looks like she wants to kill me-”

“Slow down...” He coaxed, rubbing one hand up and down my back for comfort. “You gotta calm down before-”

“Y/n.” A flat, feminine voice perked up from behind me. Ajax and I were too busy talking to one another that neither of us noticed Wednesday, in all of her dark glory, approaching us. At the sound of her voice, knowing she was most likely mere inches behind me, I gasped and all of sudden I was out of Ajax’s arms and floating mid-air.

Shit.

Ajax sighed and tipped his head to the side to look at Wednesday. “Look at what you did.” He said exasperatedly, throwing his arms out.

The girl simply quirked an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “This? Has nothing to do with me. She damaged my typewriter. I didn’t even know she could do…” She examined by small, winged, floating form. “This.”

“It’s not by choice.” Ajax informed the girl, cupping his hands for me to land in them. I flew over to his joined palms and rested in them. “Not all the time anyway. It happens when she gets anxious. I’ve been trying to help her, though. This is a small setback…”

Wednesday scanned me with her eyes for a few more moments before blankly shrugging her shoulders. “Well, I apologize for startling you.” She spoke, then pointed her finger at my figure in Ajax’s hands. “But you will fix my typewriter.” She said sternly before turning on her heel and walking away.

Then Ajax was lifting his hands to his eye level, me turning around to face him. “Y’know, I know this sucks for you,” He started. “But you’re really cute like this. Not saying you’re not cute all the time-”

I put my head down and shook it in disappointment. “Don’t shake your head at me, I was being nice.” He said in his defense. Sometimes, I wish I could speak like this but unfortunately, that doesn’t come with the perks of being a vampire.

Suddenly, the bell was ringing and only then did I realize the school day was still ongoing which meant that-

“I know you hate this…” Ajax started, pity in his eyes. I could feel my tiny bat ears fall and my eyes fall sad. He was going to have to put me in his pocket until I changed back — which would take a few hours seeing as I still had no control over it. He looked up and around to see the swarms of students coming out of their classes to go to the next.

Looking back at me, he had a sorry expression on his face. “I love you. Sorry.” Was all he said before he gently slid me in his pocket. It wasn’t uncomfortable or unfamiliar. It was just nerve-wracking because when he first started to carry me around like this, he forgot I was in his pocket one time and threw his jacket into his hamper.

It was actually quite comfortable there. It was warm and soft and surprisingly easy to breathe. 

It wasn’t long before Ajax settled down into class, where I was supposed to be as well. Quietly informing the teacher of my predicament as to not tell the whole class, an act which I silently thanked him for before dozing off in his pocket.

I WOKE UP, STILL IN THE COMFORT OF AJAX'S POCKET, TO THE FEELING OF FINGERS INVADING THE SPACE. Realizing that class had probably ended long ago, along with the school day, I crawled into the hand and held steady as Ajax introduced me back to the comfort of the outside — the sun beaming in my sore, tired eyes as I shielded them with my wings. 

He seemed to be standing in the yard near where the Poe Cup is held, his usual spot to meet up with Xavier after school.

Speaking of the devil, said boy was making his way over to us. His eyes squinting in confusion the closer he got, trying to decipher what Ajax was holding in his hands. When he came to a stop in front of us, he was trying his best to hold back laughter.

Even in my current state, I managed to roll my eyes. You see, Xavier and I were friends but our friends would like to describe us as having a brother-sister type bond. However, this meant that Xavier tended to tease me and be a pain in my ass constantly.

“Again?” He wheezed out.

Ajax stood back shaking his head at his hysterical friend. I, however, decided that Xavier didn’t deserve to laugh at my misfortune. So, during his fit of laughter, I took off from Ajax’s hand, him desperately reaching for me and having no idea what I was up to, and began to swarm around Xaviers head.

His laughter switched to him frantically trying to swat me away as Ajax was the one laughing now and I would be too if I weren't, y’know. I wanted to annoy Xavier as much as possible, flying by his ears, messing with his hair.

“Jax, man, get your murderous girlfriend!-” Xavier pleaded, still swatting aimlessly.

“Alright, alright,” Ajax started, shaking off his amusement as he motioned his hand to wave me back over. “I think he’s got it, love.”

Stopping my harmless assault on the artistic boy, I made my way back to Ajax, perching myself on the top of his beanie as Xavier stood back fixing his hair, shooting me a playful glare. “I will see you and your vicious animal later.” He said in mock-anger before heading off.

I couldn’t see his face but I could tell his eyes were looking up, trying to look at me on top of his head. “Y’know he’s going to kill me for that, right?”

Even though he received no response, he chuckled and moved his head around a bit, signaling me to move onto another part of him. I chose his shoulder. “I can’t wait until you change back. You're going to make me public enemy number one.”

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Chasing Extinction

Wednesday Addams x Vampire! Reader

Word Count: 13.5k

Ch. Notes: Multiple parts, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of death, aged-up characters, potential ooc Wednesday, blood, lmk if I missed anything

Summary: As a child, loss showed you how disappointing humanity could be. As a teen you learned the importance of relationships. As an adult you learn how uncomforting success can feel. It's not until reconnecting with Wednesday in order to try save the Vampire race that you finally feel real purpose, direction, and romance. (BASED ON THIS)

An: ... Chat I couldn’t wait I'm sorry it needed be let free so here is part one. There will be another part at a date in the near future. Hope you guys enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. Also at the bottom of fic is the symbol mentioned if you want a visual aid.

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At heart you were a skeptic. The world was bleak, and you refused to place your hope into it. That ideology alone saved you from emotional weaknesses time and time again. You didn’t believe in people, as you learned at an early age, the only thing people were proficient at was causing disappointment.

Your mother and father loved you in their own ways. You remember tender touches from your mother, a caregiver at heart. She was always so careful with you, fearful that you might break.

Your father kept a lot of his emotions to himself. You rarely had a grasp on the kind of individual he was, but you knew his embrace was filled with warmth. You’d like to think all of the things he didn’t know how to say, he conveyed with a hug.

You loved your parents, but humanity did not. They were afraid of what they could not understand. All they saw was a group of monsters: Vampires that were a threat to them and their families. Their motivations didn’t matter to you. They had orphaned you without any hesitation. In that moment you learned disappointment.

After the loss of your parents, you were placed with your aunt. Your mother’s younger sister, perhaps too young to raise a child. She tried her best with you, but it was hard. Neither of you were quite certain of the roles to play in each other’s lives. She was a skeptic too, a woman who trusted no one, but herself. All she could do was instill in you her way of thinking.

She taught you about the dangers of attachment. Life had a way of being of cruel, according to her. She taught you how to protect yourself, not only with your hands, but with your brain. Without her there was a chance that you wouldn’t have survived the way you had.

It was easy to be skeptical when you were alone. When there weren’t many people like yourself around it was easy to not trust anyone. It was harder at Nevermore.

The school was filled with outcasts. People who could relate to being mistreated by society. On a more intimate scale, there were other Vampires at the school.

It was the first time you realized just how many of you there were. It was also the first time you realized how lonely you were.

You weren’t a social person by any means. The other Vampires learned that quickly. The only person who didn’t seem to mind was your roommate, Yoko. While others pushed to discover the workings of your personality, Yoko didn’t.

Her indifference eventually piqued your interest after months of harassment from the others. You let yourself question her one night in your dorm.

“Do you not care to know anything about me?”

She put her phone down before answering you, “Are you suddenly in the mood to share?”

“You’re the only person here that hasn’t tried to pry into the details of my personal affairs,” you deflect slightly.

“Here, it’s easy for some people to forget how cruel the outside world can be to us. They forget that our lives are at risk in most places. I know what it can be like out there and I understand what that can mean. So, I get why you're not so eager to share, it’s probably not anything you want to remember.”

Her words resonate deeply with you. It was like they were pulling something inside of you that made you want to tell her. It was the first time you felt that way, so you listened, “When I was a child, my parents were killed by the normies. I learned then that people couldn’t be trusted. Putting trust in others only leads to disappointment. After my parents died, my aunt became my legal guardian. She reinforced my beliefs and in part, is the reason why I’m not too keen on socializing.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

There was a pause. Something in her tone told you she had more to say. You didn’t know if it would be beneficial to continue the conversation, but you had already made it this far.

“You wish to say something else?”

She didn’t answer immediately, “Would your parents want you to experience a life without any companions? Living with no one to trust and no one to rely on sounds miserable. Especially when you consider how long we live. You may not understand it now, but finding the right people is usually worth the disappointments it takes to get them.”

You ponder on her words. The memories you had of your parents played in the back of your mind.

“I suppose that makes sense,” you spoke softly.

“Not everyone can be your friend, but that doesn’t make them all your enemy.”

You nod in understanding, “I’d like to call you a friend, Yoko.”

For a long while Yoko Tanaka was your only friend. She was popular amongst your peers, meaning being around her outside of the dorm meant being around her friends. She gently pushed you to socialize a bit more. While you weren’t exactly an open book some of Yoko’s friends became your friends.

Enid was a bit much initially. You didn’t judge her energy or the bright colors. She was a very vibrant person, which you had to get used to. Underneath all of that excitement, Enid was one of the most caring people you had ever met. It seemed to be second nature for her to care about the people around her. She was fiercely protective of her friends and that included you. You trusted her the same way you trusted Yoko.

“I wish you'd let me paint your nails just once, Vampy.”

You and Yoko were situated in Enid’s room for a sleepover. The blonde was currently painting your roommate’s nails. She had been trying to persuade you for a while. You always declined her offers.

“I don't like it when you call me that. If you agree to retire that name, I will let you paint my nails,” you sighed internally, preparing yourself for what was about to happen.

Enid let out a squeal of excitement, quickly abandoning Yoko to get closer to you. Her hand reached for yours without hesitation. She began analyzing your nails, her file ready in the other hand.

“What’s your favorite color Vam- Y/n?”

The immediate slip up made you laugh a bit, “Red, dark red like-”

“A blood bag, very cliché Y/n,” Yoko interjected.

Enid glared at the other Vampire, “Yoko don't ruin this moment. This is the first personal thing Y/n had shared with me.”

“It’s just a color,” Yoko argued back.

Enid shook her head dramatically, “No, it’s Y/n’s favorite color.”

Yoko looked at you with her eyebrow raised, “Would you tell our pup another piece of information so she could let this color thing go?”

You think for a moment, trying to find something about yourself that you think Enid would be satisfied with.

“My birthday is in February.”

“O-M-G, are you an Aquarius or a Pisces? I totally get Aquarius vibes from you. Things are starting to make a whole lot of sense. I wonder if our signs are compatible for friendship. Do you have Costar? You should download Costar.”

She rambled on about horoscopes until she finished your nails. After that she took your phone and downloaded Costar, making sure to send herself a friend request.

The only other person you made a connection with at Nevermore was Wednesday Addams. In some ways she reminded you of yourself. She was very intelligent and very private. Wednesday wasn’t someone who loved being the center of attention, she just often found herself at it. Her pride would not allow her to run from it.

It wasn't something that was outwardly apparent, but Wednesday was an adventurer. She craved a challenge, which she would never find in a schoolbook. Wednesday needed a case to crack.

“Have you ever thought of getting revenge on the people who murdered your parents?”

“Wednesday! You can’t just ask her-”

You cut Enid off, “Sometimes, but it wasn’t just one person. It was an angry mob, so I’d have to find them all first.”

“Finding them sounds like child’s play. I could probably do it in an afternoon,” Wednesday offered up her services.

You shook your head, “I wouldn't feel vindicated. Even if I killed them all, it wouldn't be enough. They robbed me of something truly priceless.”

You kept your eyes focused on the window. Watching students engage with each other on campus. The question created a thick emptiness in your mind.

You didn’t see the way Enid glared at her roommate. Nor did you see the slight displeasure on Wednesday’s face as realized her question was potentially insensitive.

Enid was careful to wrap her arms around you from behind. You tore your gaze from the window to turn into her arms. Enid had deciphered some time into your friendship that you preferred physical contact when it came to being comforted.

“My question was inappropriate, forgive me,” Wednesday spoke flatly.

Enid let go of you, getting ready to unleash a hurricane of words onto the girl in black.

“I think it’s quite thoughtful of you actually.”

“Huh, how?” Enid questions.

You look into Wednesday’s dark eyes, “That was Wednesday’s way of offering to help me get revenge on the people who wronged me most in life. It was a friendly gesture.”

Wednesday looked away from your intense gaze.

“Oh, I get it now. That’s sweet of you Wends, we’ll practice on the delivery next time,” Enid’s mood did a 180.

Wednesday rolled her eyes, “There is nothing sweet about me. I was just trying to put my expertise to use. I beat Crackstone and the stalker, I’ve been terribly bored lately.”

Wednesday and Enid went back and forth for a while. You simply watched the converse once again getting lost in thought. Your eyes scanned the raven-haired girl. Your mind wandered to places it had never explored before.

Yoko had explained crushes to you before. It was in simple terms; terms that felt too simple for the strength of the feeling. It was an intense yearning that you fought against at every opportunity. Having a crush on Wednesday sounded like something trivial, a waste of time.

You knew how the girl felt about romance. She wasn’t interested in it; in fact, the thought repulsed her. Yet as you learned from Yoko, you don’t get to choose. The feelings act on their own with disregard for social etiquette.

You valued your friendship with Wednesday and did not wish to ruin it with your romantic feelings. So, you promised yourself to never reveal them.

“What are your plans after graduation, Y/n?”

The question from Enid abruptly removed you from your own thoughts, “I haven’t given it much thought.”

“Does nothing interest you?” Wednesday let some genuine curiosity slip through.

You shrugged, “What is the monetization of an interest, if not the death of a hobby? There are many things I enjoy, but finding my life’s work has proven to be quite difficult.”

Enid was excited to chime in with her opinion, “I think you could be a writer, like Wednesday. You’re into classical music too, maybe a composer?”

“You have been more than competent as a detective during our investigations,” Wednesday gave you a rare compliment.

“I enjoy all those things, but how do I know if they’re worth pursuing? What if I’m not successful at any of them?”

“I loathe this expression, but perhaps it will be useful to you. You must ‘follow your dreams'. If you are passionate about something, you can use that to push yourself to successful heights. Success is not unilateral; it looks different for everyone. Though in the eyes of the law my investigations are fraudulent, I count them as successes because I know I solved those cases. I simply do not care what they have to say, because I know the truth.”

You reflected on her words before a sly smile took over your features, “If I got a bestseller before you would you take it personally?”

“Competition fosters creativity.”

-Many Years Later-

You wrote under a pseudonym. At first it was to hide your shame if you became a failure. As you began to garner an audience you kept it to sustain your private life. Much to your surprise you actually did make the bestseller list. In fact, you made it multiple times. Wednesday had still gotten there first. Her semi-autobiographical tales of Viper De La Muerte were beloved by many.

It turns out she was right when she said that competition fosters creativity. It seemed as if the two of you were always battling for that number one spot on the list.

Lately you have found yourself in a creative slump. There are too many distractions around, you can’t put pen to paper like you need to.

“I think I want to go out of town.”

You sit across from your aunt, while the two of you eat dinner.

“Where?”

You sigh, “I’m thinking about renting a cabin for a few months. I need to focus on my writing, and I can't do that here.”

“Y/n our numbers are dwindling, and you want to go live alone in the forest? What if something happens to you?”

You knew that this was an inevitable conversation, “Amdis I’ve already booked the cabin. It’s not too far from Yoko, so if anything goes wrong, she’ll be able to help me.”

The woman’s eyes flare red, “And what of the murders?”

“Conspiracy often plagues-”

She cuts you off, “You know better than anyone else that there is no conspiracy when it comes to the hate in the heart of humanity. Did you forget what happened to your parents?”

Her comment causes you to slam your fist down and rise from your seat, “Don’t you dare make such claims. I carry their loss with me in every step I walk, I see them when I look into the mirror, I hear them when I speak. How can I forget them, when I carry a scar, which lets me know that I should’ve lost my life with them?”

“Y/n I-"

“Just as no one came to save my parents. It’s impossible for me to save our people. I can’t live my life in fear of death because that’s not what they would’ve wanted!”

Your eyes burn into the woman. It was as if there was lightening storming behind your red irises.

Amdis relents, “I’m not saying that I expect you to save everyone kid. I just want you to be mindful of what is happening to people like us. The hunters are getting out of control, and the only safety we have right now is in numbers. I can’t stand to lose any more family.”

You sit back down. The gravity of your aunts words weighs heavily on you. You take a moment to see her not as your aunt, but as a person. The woman who lost her older sister, who could’ve denied you entry into her life. She was 18 and suddenly tasked with taking care of a 9-year-old. She had done everything for you, sacrificed so much to be the person you needed her to be.

“I know, I’m sorry for being inconsiderate. Your worry means everything to me. It’s just- this is something that I must do. You taught me how to protect myself, now I must ask you to trust that I've retained that knowledge.”

“You’ll check in with me every few days. If you miss a single day, I’m coming out there,” her tone stays stern, but you begin to smile.

“Understood.”

Yoko picked you up from the airport and offered to take you up to the cabin.

“How’ve you been bestseller?”

You sigh, “Uninspired.”

Yoko laughs, “I was hoping to hear about something outside of your career.”

You search for something to share, “My life is only divided into two categories my career and people I care about. Enid’s been sending me a lot of recipes lately; she said she wants to make me some blood brownies.”

“The brownies are fucking delicious; you should definitely take her up on that.”

You nod starkly, “Maybe I’ll host a little get together once I’m settled in and have gotten enough work done.”

The other Vampire nods, “You could invite me, and I'll of course bring Divina, Enid will bring the brownies, and last but not least Wednesday.”

“She’s probably busy being a modern day, more fashionable version of Sherlock Holmes. If she’s not doing that then she’s for sure drafting a book about it.”

Yoko shakes her head in disbelief, “And you’ve still got that teenage crush on her.”

“I do not.”

Yoko plays along, “Fine, then how’s your dating life?”

You blink a few times, “I have yet to find a substantial partner that piques my interest or matches my drive."

“Because you aren’t looking for anyone that doesn’t have the name Wednesday Addams.”

You roll your eyes, “Give it a rest Yoko. We both know that Wednesday doesn’t wish for romance.”

Yoko quirks an eyebrow, “Is that so? I’ve heard otherwise from Enid.”

“What do you mean?” The words spill quickly from your mouth. You try to regain some of your nonchalance, but Yoko sees right through you.

“I mean Enid has told me that Wednesday has had many romantic encounters. Passionate love affairs, burning romances, quick flings, you name it she’s experienced it."

You feel your jaw clench at the information, “Good for her.”

“Don’t be upset little bat. I also know that they never last. Enid tells me that none of them really understand Wednesday. They think they can change her, but-”

“Wednesday doesn’t change for anybody.”

Yoko agrees, “Precisely. Wednesday’s affections are often lackluster to many people. Some want grand gestures and proclamations, but that just isn't her vibe you know?”

“I know.”

The trail to the cabin isn’t too far into the woods. Yoko was able to park right in front of it. It was a cozier looking space than you had originally thought. The cabin was big but packed with well-loved furniture and knick-knacks. The most important accommodations for you were the TV, and internet.

Yoko helped you bring in your things and unpack.

“Ok, I’m going to visit every Friday.”

“You don’t have to check up on me,” you tell her.

She pulls you in for a hug, “I know, but it’s nice to have you around. It would be weird to know you’re less than an hour away and not come to visit.”

“You’re worried,” you mumble into her shoulder.

Her hand caresses the back of your head, “A lot of us have been going missing lately. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

“You sound like Amdis."

Yoko’s voice is soft, “Your aunt has every right to be worried. Call her, let her know you made it. I’ll text you when I get home.”

With one more squeeze Yoko exits the cabin leaving you alone. The quiet washes over the area and you let out a large breath.

Your eyes drift over to the typewriter you brought. Usually, you author your stories on your laptop, but you brought the typewriter to draw extra inspiration.

Before you attempt to write, you call your aunt like Yoko instructed. By the time the call ended Yoko had texted you that she made it home safely.

You sat in front of the typewriter just thinking. The pressure was building. There was a finality in writing on a typewriter that wasn't there when you worked digitally. You’re somewhat forced to be more intentional with your words. Which was the main rain you had brought it in the first place.

It feels like forever before you type your fist sentence. Slowly, but surely you begin finding a rhythm and soon enough you’re loading in another sheet of paper.

A text message a few hours later is what finally breaks your concentration. You assume that it is Yoko or your aunt, but you're wrong.

Wednesday: Enid tells me you’ve taken up shelter in a cabin in hopes of ending your writer’s block.

You: I have and it's working quite well actually.

Wednesday: With all of the Vampire killing going on, you find locking yourself up some in a cabin to be safe?

You: Not you too 😒. I’m fine, Yoko lives close by and I'm very capable of defending myself Addams.

Wednesday: If you’re put in a position to have to defend yourself, that just shows that you didn’t take the proper methods of precaution.

You: I assure you; I have taken every possible precaution.

“Have you really?”

You scream and jump at the same time. Your hand places itself over your shallow beating heart.

“What the fuck, Wednesday?”

The woman eyes you up and down, “Vulgarity is new for you, Y/n. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before."

Your phone rings before you can question your old classmate. You pick it up hearing Yoko’s slightly panicked voice at the end, “Are you alright? I heard your heart rate like triple.”

“I’m fine Yoko, just have an unsuspected visitor.”

“Who?”

Wednesday makes her presence know, “Hello, Tanaka.”

You can nearly see the other Vampire smiling on the other end of the line, “Addams, very interesting. Well, call me if you need anything baby bat, I’ll talk to you later."

You say a quick goodbye before hanging up the phone. You turn your attention back to Wednesday. The last time you saw her was a little over a year ago at some party Enid was throwing. She hadn’t changed much; in fact, she hadn’t really changed much of her aesthetic since Nevermore.

Her attire was still all black. She still had her two braids. She might’ve been an inch taller and maybe her tan was a little darker, but she was essentially the same.

“How did you find me and why are you here?”

Wednesday walks around observing the cabin with each step, “Well I mentioned that Enid told me, that girl can’t keep any details to herself. She said you’d be staying close to Yoko, and this is the closest available cabin to her. I thought I would have had to search more, but I got lucky with this one.”

“Okay… but why?”

“Is it so strange that I want to catch up with an old friend?”

You look at her incredulously, “You wanted to see me, so you tracked me down and broke into the place I'm staying at? Try again.”

“I’m investigating the increasing amount of murders in the Vampire community,” she reveals.

“Oh.”

Wednesday begins to explain, “As you know the unprovoked hunting of Vampires has been illegal for quite some time now. Yet this year alone the number of bodies belonging to the immortals have been found at an alarming rate. A lot of Vampires are afraid that they might be next. With terror comes two paths avoidance or violence. Neither has ideal conclusions for the Vampire race. To avoid would be to possibly become extinct and the violent route means a war. Someone must put a stop to it before it goes too far.”

Hearing the reality of the situation from Wednesday feels more bone chilling than when your aunt or Yoko mentioned it. The last war between the Vampires and the human race had ended horribly for both sides. So much death that both sides eventually relented to peace talks. Those talks laid a lot of foundation for not only Vampire rights, but also the rights of many supernatural beings. Another war wouldn’t only affect the Vampires, but all relations between humans and supernatural beings would be up in the air.

“Another war would cause complete and utter chaos,” you say.

Wednesday agrees, “It would be the end of peaceful relationship between the naturals and the supernatural entirely.”

“What does any of that have to do with me, Wednesday?”

The brown eyed girl bores into your eyes, “My pride has learned to take a backseat over the years. I understand now that I cannot do everything on my own. The stakes of this investigation are the highest that I’ve ever come across. I require assistance from people I trust to ensure this matter is properly dealt with."

“You need my help,” you summarize her words.

“Yes. I’m currently making my way through my list of allies. Enid suggested that I recruit former Nightshades.”

Your eyes drift over to your typewriter, “Has anyone else agreed to this?”

“Enid is in, she’s in the process of convincing Bianca, Ajax, and Ken. I’m here for Divina, Yoko, and you.”

The pressure of this decision weighs heavily on you. Choosing to stay and write your book rather than fighting for the rights of your people seems ridiculously selfish. On the other hand, willingly agreeing to put yourself in the middle of a potential war didn’t sound much better.

“I need a drink.”

You enter the kitchen, locating the bottle of blood wine you had brought with you. With a wine glass and corkscrew at the ready, you’re pouring yourself a hefty glass.

Your sipping from glass at an eager pace before refocusing your attention on to Wednesday, “Do you want a drink?”

“Bourbon, neat,” she steps into the kitchen.

You sit your glass to begin making Wednesday her drink.

“I never pegged you for a dark liquor type of detective, it’s a little cliché.”

She’s quick to shoot back, “And a female writer with an affinity for wine isn’t?”

You wince playfully, “Touché.”

When you hand her the drink she continues the banter, “Your typewriter is an antique, Royal Magic Margin from 1938. Impressive."

“Amdis got it for me as gift after my first bestseller. I only really use it when I have writer’s block otherwise, I'm on my laptop like everyone else.”

“Though I’ve embraced most technology I still prefer my typewriter. It feels more satisfying when I can physically see all of the pages,” she shares.

You nod, “Understandable.”

The two of sit in silence as you nurse your drinks. You keep running through scenarios in your mind of how this all will turn out. Even the good outcome for the supernatural beings didn't necessarily mean a good outcome for yourself. Anything could happen to you along the way.

“I know that what I’m asking you to do is a lot, but I assure you that I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t think you were capable.”

Your finger plays with the rim of your empty glass, “Do you have any leads, evidence, or plans, or would we be going into this completely blind?”

“I have a few leads and pieces of evidence. I have the ghost of a plan, but I can’t finalize anything until I know my allies. For now, the plan is to gather a team to bring to my residence in order to create a feasible plan of action,” Wednesday explains.

You bargain with her, “If you can convince Yoko, I’m in. I don't want to be the only Vampire around if we're going to be facing hunters.”

“Fair, I was wondering if there was any potential in getting Amdis to join in as well,” Wednesday propositions.

You frown, “You know my aunt doesn’t play well with others. If I tell her that I’m getting involved in something like this she will personally track me down and drag me off to the furthest corner of the Earth.”

“Right, well then we shall wait for one hour and then I will drive us to Yoko's,” Wednesday says matter-of-factly.

“Why are we waiting an hour?”

Wednesday kept a deadpan look on her face, “For the drinks to metabolize."

An hour later the two of you are making the drive to Yoko’s house.

“How have you been fairing?” Wednesday keeps her eyes on the road as she speaks to you.

“Fine and you?”

You see the woman’s shoulders drop a bit, “I never imagined you’d give me such a scripted answer, Y/n. I thought we were years past formalities.”

Her words startle you. This is a side of Wednesday that you are still getting to know. You’re used to her being more nonchalant with the feelings of others.

“Sorry, it’s just my most given answer. I don’t know how I’m doing. I’m a successful writer, but I’m suffering with writers’ block. That doesn’t even really matter when my people are being slaughtered though does it?”

“I think we’re approaching the age where we don’t know what matters anymore? Everything blurs together and starts to feel the same. Success doesn’t seem as important as we thought it was when we were younger. We are going to save the Vampires and avenge the ones that have been lost. Then maybe we’ll be to appreciate the triviality of our daily struggles,” Wednesday answers you completely.

You find yourself staring at her side profile. There’s a hidden vulnerability in her words. You don’t know if it’s the right thing to do, but you question her anyway, “Have you been uninspired lately?”

“Uninspired, unmotivated, and bored. Not just with writing, but with the detective work too. I’ve thrown myself into my work since I was a child. Though I’ve seen the heights of success, they weren’t as tall as I pictured them to be. I suppose it’s like, I’ve grown larger than my dreams, and now I find myself… unsatisfied.”

“Then why take on this case?”

The woman licks her lips for a second before taking a quick glance at you, “It’s personal, isn’t it? I’m not a Vampire, but you are as well as Yoko. I can’t sit around and do nothing, as the people that I’ve worked hard to care about lose everything. Like we said earlier, this problem could expand beyond Vampires. My best friend is a Werewolf. Nearly every person that I tolerate is a supernatural being. I refuse to wait until it’s too late to act.”

A small smile takes over your features, “Noble as always, Wednesday.”

She scoffs in faux agitation, “Still trying to paint me as some kind of heroic figure.”

“Well maybe if you’d stop saving the day, I’d let it go,” you tease her.

“I don’t save the day; I simply follow leads and clean up investigations.”

You answer with sarcasm, “Of course, and it’s not like you take these events and turn them into bestselling novels where the protagonist is a reflection of yourself.”

“How dare you drag Viper De La Muerte into this?”

You laugh at the menacing tone behind her words, “Look, I thought we were done giving scripted answers. You, Wednesday Addams are one of the most heroic people I've ever encountered. Stop being stubborn and treasure the compliment.”

She parks the car before turning her full attention to you, “Perhaps I have some of the qualities of a hero, but I refuse the title. I’m more than the mysteries I solve or the books I write. There are plenty of times I was less than hero like.”

The both of you exit the car. You mumble to yourself, but she still hears you, “Spoken like true hero.”

You ring the doorbell and wait for Yoko to answer. It takes less than a minute for her to open the door.

“Baby bat, already out of the cabin so fast? And you brought a friend too. Long time no see, Addams.”

Yoko steps aside to let you in. The two of you enter and subsequently follow her into the living room.

“I’ve come to ask a favor of you, Yoko,” Wednesday gets straight to the point.

Yoko eyes you for clarification, “I think it’s best she speaks for herself here.”

Wednesday tells Yoko the same thing she told you. The Vampire did not interrupt once. Her facial expression stays neutral as she takes on the information and what is being asked of her.

“That’s a big ask Addams,” Yoko says once she’s heard it all.

“I’m aware, but we would be the only thing standing between an all-out war,” she reasons.

Yoko sucks her teeth, “And Divina is needed as well?”

“Ideally, yes.”

She’s silent for a few minutes. There’s a slow tension building in the room as you wait for her answer.

With a huff of annoyance she agrees, “I’m on board, Addams. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t at least try?”

Wednesday turns her attention to you.

“Fine, but I’m too young to die Wednesday,” It’s as much a joke as it is the truth.

“I would give up my life before I’d let you lose yours.”

Her words seem to suck all of the air out of your lungs. It’s the way she says it, in that way only she can. She speaks these passionate words as if they are fact. They’re common sense to her but seem like an alien language to you.

You say nothing, just sit there trying to keep your face from showing how flustered you are.

“Anyway… should I wake up Divina and pack our things now?”

Wednesday nods curtly, “The sooner we leave the better. It’s a long way to my residence.”

-At The Addams’s Estate-

Wednesday had not been exaggerating about the nearly 8-hour drive to her home. The property was just as unique as the members of the Addams’ family.

“Enid should be here somewhere with the others. You can sit your bags by the door Lurch will take care of them,” Wednesday instructs the three of you.

You all follow her through the home. As you get closer to the rest, you can hear Enid chatting away.

“Some things never change, do they?” Divina nudges Yoko.

The Vampire smiles, “The day that Wolfie has nothing to say, is a day I truly fear.”

When you enter the kitchen area you are met with a plethora of familiar faces. Enid is having a very animated conversation with Bianca. While Ken and Ajax are speaking amongst themselves.

The blonde let’s out shrill yell when notices your arrival. She’s quick to envelope her oldest friend in a hug, “Yoko, I’ve missed you.”

Enid’s grip is something fierce but Yoko hugs her back regardless, “We just saw each other last week, but I missed you too Wolfie."

Divina and Enid exchange quick pleasantries before the siren makes a beeline for her twin.

When it’s your turn Enid can’t help but to lift you off of the ground. It startles you a bit, but you let out of laugh, “You’re a lot stronger than I remember, Enid.”

“It’s a wolf thing, Vampy.”

You groan at the nickname, “I could’ve sworn that we agreed that you wouldn’t call me that.”

The blonde shrugs, “I don’t recall. Wednesday do you recall?”

“You’re asking her because you remember that she was there,” you point out.

The corners of Wednesday’s lips turn up slightly, “We all have unfortunate nicknames given to us by Enid. I believe it is a form of endearment. Though ‘Vampy' is not ideal, it could be worse.”

“See you could stand to learn a thing or two from Willa,” Enid beams.

“Don’t push it,” Wednesday threatens, her stoic expression returning to her face.

Enid concedes, “Understood.”

Wednesday snaps her fingers getting the attention of the room, “We all know why we have gathered here. As much as I would love to dive right into all of the details surrounding the event, I feel as though it would be beneficial to make sure everyone is settled in first. Get reacquainted with each other, try to enjoy this time. Tomorrow we will begin the real work.”

The traveling likely was weighing the abilities of the group. Most of them completing a full days’ worth of travel just to get to the home. Trying to rally them at this point would be a waste of time.

Upon hearing Wednesday's words, the talking picks back up again. Everyone is engaged in a conversation. Wednesday sees this and takes that as her cue to try to leave the room.

You stop her, “Leaving your guests already?”

“Enid is a much more entertaining host than me. She’s familiar with the home so she should be fine,” Wednesday tries to justify her exit.

“Where are you going?”

Wednesday fixes her posture slightly, “If you must know completing a nearly 16-hour drive back and forth is quiet tiresome. I was hoping to get some rest.”

Your eyebrow raises in amusement, “My god, I’ve seen it all. The Wednesday I grew up with would never admit to actually needing sleep.”

She rolls her eyes, “I said rest, not sleep. The two aren’t always synonymous.”

“Well, I could use some rest too. I've been traveling technically for two days straight.”

Wednesday extends her hand out for you to grab. You stare at it cautiously before slipping your hand into hers.

“I’ll show you to the room,” she begins dragging you through the house.

You wonder if she took your hand, so you'd be forced to keep up. It could be a precaution about you getting lost, her home was big, so it made sense. Maybe she remembered your affinity for physical touch and was trying to offer you comfort.

The last thought made you blush. You were grateful the woman was in front of you as to avoid her seeing your face.

She opens a door to what you assume is the room you’ll be staying in. When she closes it behind her, she starts to speak again, “Because I’m not regularly used to accommodating such a large number of guests, rooms will be shared. You and I will be sharing if that is alright.”

“This is seeming more and more like Nevermore by the minute,” you joke, though on the inside your nerves are failing you.

“Would you like me to get the tape?”

Though her tone doesn’t reflect it, you can tell she’s joking, “It’d only be for your benefit Addams, I don’t mind being close to you.”

“Good to know,” she says it to herself more than to you.

The room is large, you can tell it’s somewhat of a masters suite. It doesn’t surprise you to see that there's a bookcase situated against a wall. Near the shelf there’s a medium sized black couch that you could picture the girl reading on.

The bed in the center of the room is large, you assume it’s king sized. It feels silly to picture Wednesday laying in that huge bed alone, but the voice in the back of your mind reminds you that according to Yoko, Wednesday doesn’t spend her nights alone. It's in that same frame of thought that you realize there’s only one bed.

Wednesday heads over to the couch, “You will take the bed.”

You shake your head, “I can take the couch, this is your home.”

Wednesday counters, “And you are my guest.”

“Don’t be stubborn Addams.”

Her gaze meets yours aa little fiercer than usual, “I thought last name basis was just something between Tanaka and I, but it seems to have rubbed off on you.”

You crease your brow, “Abrupt change of subject don’t you think?”

She shakes her head a bit and the emotion leaves her eyes. She reaches for a book off of the shelf, burying her face in it, “Take the bed, Y/n."

“Old habits die hard I see,” you comment, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What are you referring to?”

You purse your lips, “The way you avoid discomforting topics.”

You can see her jaw twitch from your place on the bed. For a moment, you think you overstepped.

She keeps her focus on the book, “I’d prefer if you’d just call me Wednesday.”

You keep your eyes on her, “Well, Wednesday, I think your bed is quite large. Too large for just one person, in my opinion. I see no reason for you to take the couch, when there is ample space on the bed.”

The statement makes her sit the book down on her lap, “You would be comfortable with that?”

You fight the urge to look away from her, “I wouldn't have suggested it if it made me uncomfortable.”

She gets up from the couch and hesitantly makes her way towards the bed. She sits on the side opposite of you, leaning her back against the headboard. You follow her lead and get comfortable. You lay flat on your back, pulling out your phone for entertainment.

You attempt to fight the urge to fall asleep. However, between the traveling and the softness of the mattress, you lose.

Your light snores pull Wednesday out of her book. She takes in your sleeping figure, analytically. Her thoughts roam freely in her mind as she watches you sleep.

She wonders if the rest of your skin is as soft as your hand. Wednesday wonders if you have laid in bed like this with anyone else. She wonders just how close she could get to you without it b being inappropriate.

The truth of the situation pokes at her. Yes, this case was foundationally important to her. She hadn’t lied in trying to get you to her home, but she also wasn’t entirely truthful. Wednesday didn’t like knowing what was happening to Vampires and being so far away from you. In her mind the closer you are to her, the easier it is to keep you safe.

An aggravated sigh escapes her. After all these years and her futile attempts to move on, she finds herself just as enamored with you as she was at Nevermore.

Now here you were, in her bed. Yet romance couldn't even be considered with such important things at hand. Wednesday had to stay sharp, to keep her focus on the task at hand. This was likely the biggest investigation of her career, potentially the last one she would ever do. Failing here meant failing you, and everyone else she cared for.

Though it was unlike herself she tried to stay optimistic. She refused to believe she had gathered you all to put you in worthless danger.

With her book long forgotten, she attempts to rest her eyes as well.

“I’m using this as blackmail one day.”

“They aren't even that close together.”

“That’s what Photoshop is for Yoko. You're looking at an Adobe certified editor.”

Your eyes open just enough to see Enid and Yoko conversing at the entrance to the room.

“Just take the damn picture Enid, before one of them wakes up.”

You sit up right in the bed, startling the women, “Too late.”

You yawn, sighing in satisfaction when your bones crack.

“We were just-”

“Being weirder than usual and taking pictures of us in our sleep,” Wednesday answers, sitting up in a similar fashion to you.

“Jesus, you guys are the creeps! Who wakes up like that?” Enid replies, completely deflecting on to the women sharing a bed.

“What do you want?” You ask them, your voice echoing as you wipe your eyes.

Enid rolls her eyes, “Relax Vampy, we just came to say dinner’s ready. You’ve been asleep for a couple of hours already.”

“Ok, we’ll be down in a minute,” Wednesday tells them.

“Take your time kids,” Yoko says, pulling Enid along with her.

You run a hand through your hair, trying to shake the last of your tiredness out of your body.

“I’m going to shower before I go down, you don’t have to wait for me,” Wednesday gets out of the bed.

Your body almost melts at the thought of a shower. It’s as if the word itself makes you untense.

“A shower sounds nice,” you say aloud.

“Though I’m aware of the dire state of the climate crisis-”

Your face turns red, and you cut her off, “I wasn’t- I didn’t mean together. I just meant in general.”

You marvel as you see color paint her cheeks "Oh, yes, that does make more sense. Down the hall, first door on the right there’s another bathroom.”

The two of split off into your separate showers. You find each other at the top of the stairs heading to dinner together.

You never pictured Wednesday in relaxed apparel before, but she stood beside you in a pair of black pajama pants and an oversized shirt. It looked like the clothes would swallow her up.

“Were you expecting something more elaborate,” Wednesday speaks, noting your lingering gaze.

“Maybe, but I like this.”

She heads down the stairs without another word and you follow behind her. Once you get to the kitchen table you take a seat next to Yoko while Wednesday sits at the head of the table.

“Enjoy your nap baby bat?” Yoko says suggestively.

“Do enjoy having 2 fangs?”

Yoko laughs, “How unusually violent of you.”

You roll your eyes, “Unusually? Have you forgotten the way I was when we first met.”

“All talk, no action,” Yoko argues back.

“Ajax, do you recall when I broke your nose?” You call him out, trying to make a point.

He sighs poking at his nose, “I do, it’s been a little crooked ever since.”

“Well, if you hadn’t stood up Enid, your nose would be straighter,” you remind him.

“Hey, I accidentally turned myself to stone.”

You shrug, “Should’ve led with that.”

Bianca laughs, “You didn’t even give him a chance. It was definitely on sight.”

Ken adds on, “No literally, and she just walked over him when he was on the ground.”

“It was kind of like a hit and run, except she slowly walked away,” Divina thinks out loud.

It’s nice to laugh and joke you still can. It feels like something you’ve been missing lately in your life. The sense of community that you have here surrounded by your friends is warm.

It's not that you isolate yourself from others. You make it to their parties or gatherings for special occasions, but it’s not often. It’s also not everyone like this. Though you wish the circumstances were better, you’re grateful for this, as you don’t know when it will happen again.

After the meal, you head back to the room. You aren’t tired, in fact you feel focused. With your laptop in hand, you sit on the couch. You take this moment to begin recalling things that might be important for the investigation. You think over the historical content that you know about Vampires. Strengths, weaknesses, previous war efforts, and enemies, anything that might help for tomorrow.

You’re familiar with the 6 W's of investigating, so you assume that’s where you’ll start tomorrow. You had some theories based on what you had seen and known from your aunt, but you couldn’t confirm anything without Wednesday’s evidence.

It made sense for this to be a group of hunters, but with the volume of deaths and missing cases, it was improbable to believe they were working alone. Killing Vampires wasn’t an easy feat. They were strong and nearly immortal. Evolution had done the race good. Garlic had been minimized to an allergy, they didn’t combust in the sun anymore, and wood could not simply penetrate their skin.

Silver was still the deadliest of their weaknesses, followed shortly by magic, holy water, and finally the claws of a wolf. There were other things that made them vulnerable, but those were the main ones.

“Feeling inspired to write after dinner?” Wednesday enters the room.

“You could say that. I'm actually getting some of my thoughts together for tomorrow. I want to have everything I know readily available. That way when we start going into what you already have, I could potentially plug in useful information.”

Wednesday sits next to you on the couch, slightly leaning over your shoulder to look at what you have written so far, “Has there ever been a civil war amongst the Vampires?”

You nod, “Multiple times. The first one was about territory expansion. At one point the entire population of Vampires was in one place. Some people thought that it was necessary for survival, others believed that they should be able to go wherever they wanted. People picked sides and they fought against each other.”

“I’m going to assume the side who wanted to separate won.”

You shrug, “Kind of. That war technically led to us being discovered by humans. There was lots of commotion, you can’t necessarily hide a war. Once they were discovered the humans began trying to kill them. So, they had to make a truce to fight against the humans. There was a huge loss of our people, a loss that some argued could’ve been minimized if we all weren’t in one spot. After that any Vampire who wanted to stray from the coven was allowed to.”

“I see, and the other wars?”

You continue, “I only know of 2 more that were civil. The next one was about interspecies relationships, and the last time we fought it was about ethical consumption of blood. The quick version of events with the interspecies dispute was that there had been this obsession with being pure. Vampires were not allowed to mate outside of the race, regardless of who the other party was. It was challenged after our war against the Werewolves; as a number of Vampires had fallen in love with certain Werewolves.”

“The blood one was quite recent, correct?”

You nod, “I was alive for that one. Maybe 5 or 6 years old. It was probably the largest civil war we’d had; some people even believe we’re still in it today. We need blood to survive, but everyone was divided about where we could get that blood. Some people didn’t want to drink from humans as it is not the best for our image in their eyes. Others argued that drinking from animals could slowly kill the ecosystem. There was even more fighting when it came to how to obtain it.”

“Who won?”

Again, you shrug, “Like I said some people say this one is still happening. It ended in a sort of agree-to-disagree manner. There are technically restrictions about how much of any species that a single Vampire can consume but-”

“Not everyone abides by those restrictions,” Wednesday finishes your sentence.

“Exactly. What are you thinking about all of this in correlation with the investigation?”

Wednesday doesn’t hesitate to share, “I asked about in-fighting within the community because I believe that Vampires are in some ways responsible for these murders.”

You hold back a gasp, “You think we’re killing each other off?”

Wednesday points to a part in your notes, “You have it written out here that you don’t think it’s the hunters alone if it’s them at all. They don’t have the strength or the numbers to operate on a high scale like this. They have to be working with some non-human supernatural beings. Who better to help kill Vampires than other Vampires?”

“As much as it sickens me, we can't rule it out. However, you did say any non-humans, which could mean anything. We all know the history between Vampires and Werewolves. We also know that a noted weakness of Vampires is magic which could indicate Witches. I don’t think we can rule out anyone yet,” you reason with her.

Wednesday’s gaze softens as she looks at you. It’s as if she knows something you don’t. For a moment you can see her contemplating, in her mind.

“Do you know something I don’t,” your voice is delicate as you press for answers.

You can see her mask falling back into place, “I think we should talk about it tomorrow.”

She tries to get up from the couch, but your hand grasps her wrist, “Wednesday.”

She wishes she could ignore your plea, but it was impossible. Maybe if she was the teenager she used to be, she could shrug you off and stand her ground a bit better. However, Wednesday had grown up and knew that acting in that way would not benefit the relationship.

“Come with me,” she says, slipping her hand into yours.

You stand and walk with her out of the room. You walk down the hall, taking a turn before approaching a door. When Wednesday enters the room, you immediately realize it as her study. If the large desk in the middle of the room wasn’t a giveaway; then you’re certain that the evidence board on the wall would’ve given it a way.

The raven-haired girl waits to speak. She watches as your eyes scan the evidence board. It’s a mess of pictures, sticky notes, and red string, but she’s certain you can follow it.

The images on the board are disturbing, she paid close attention to your reaction to them. Pictures of people like you, but lifeless. Some bloody and gore filled, others with bones broken, and some just neat.

You study the pictures, perhaps longer than you should. Your brain is working overtime to find some sort of connection.

“There’s a marking on them. You can’t see it in the pictures, but it’s visible in person. I drew it, right there. I tried to look it up, but the only thing that came up was general Vampire facts. I couldn’t tell of this was some kind of branding or maybe an identity mark that Vampires have,” Wednesday breaks your concentration.

Your eyes flit over to the drawing. It was a circle with triangles around the inner lining, and in the center was a swirl. You recognize the symbol but can’t necessarily recall from where.

“I’ve seen this before.”

Your fingers reach out to trace over the symbol. As soon as they find the paper you feel a burning sensation in the middle of your back. The pain makes you grunt and crumple on to the floor. Blood wells behind your eyes and spills out as you cry silently.

Wednesday is by your side instantly. She tries calling your name and asking what’s wrong, but you can’t respond to her in the state of pain. She sees you clawing at your shirt and without hesitation helps you take it off.

In the middle of your back, she can see a scar forming. It looks like the outline of the symbol she had drawn. It was only the circle; the triangles and spirals hadn’t formed yet.

“Burns,” you manage to spit out. Your fangs come out without your permission.

Wednesday stands up frantically searching for something in her office that would help you. When she returns to your side you can hear her opening a jar of sorts.

Without much warning you feel her hand rubbing the substance on to your back. You flinch out of fear but are relieved when the burning sensation dies down significantly. As your breathing returns to normal, you attempt to sit up.

“Well, I guess we know it’s a brand now,” you attempt to joke.

Wednesday glares at you for a second. She wipes her hands off before reaching to wipe the blood off of your face.

“Nothing about this is funny. You have this circle on your back, we don’t know what it means, and you’re a bloody mess.”

You grab her wrist to stop her from wiping the blood off your face, “These are just tears Wednesday. I’m fine.”

She looks at you wildly, “You are not fine-”

“Wednesday, we have more pressing matters at hand.”

She shakes her head firmly, “They can wait. Get on the desk.”

You furrow your brow, “Excuse me?”

“Get on the desk so that I can properly examine the wound,” she elaborates.

It’s when you stand that you start to really process that you don’t have a shirt on. Wednesday politely turns and waits for you to follow her instructions. You do as she asks, laying against the cold wood.

“Is this really necessary?”

“Just be still.”

You try to relax as reality begins to crash down on you. Not only is there a partial brand stamped into your back, but the woman that you liked since you were a girl is tending to your wound. You’re laying shirtless on her desk while she examines you. This is both a dream and a nightmare.

She begins pressing down on the mark, but you don’t flinch from the touch, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Interesting,” Wednesday says getting a closer look.

“Does it look bad?”

“It looks… healed already. Last time I checked your kind isn’t fast healing.”

You stop her, “Well that’s not entirely true. Some Vampires, usually the older one have enhanced healing features to make up for their evolutionary disadvantages.”

“I want to try something. Sit up and give me your hand,” she says.

“You’re still just as bossy as you were when we were teens,” you say, but again follow her orders.

She huffs at you, “And you’re just as compliant.”

Her words shut you up immediately. You watch as she closes her eyes, both her hands firmly in yours. That’s when you begin to understand that she’s attempting to use her powers.

For a moment you feel her grip loosen before her grip becomes deathly and her eyes shoot open.

“What did you see?”

“You’ve seen it on a book at your house, it’s your aunts. Old brown leather, it looks like a journal but it’s thick like a book.”

You sigh, “You think we’re going to need that book, don’t you?”

Wednesday confirms, “Ideally yes, but we’ll worry about it later. I think we’ve done enough for today.”

You attempt to get off of the desk. Your foot slips on one of the loose folders Wednesday has on her floor. The dark attires girl is quick to try to steady you.

Her hands feel unusually warm against the bare skin of your sides. You feel her breath fanning over your collarbone. The fabric of her shirt felt soft, lightly tickling your chest.

There was a small tension building between the two of you. You could feel Wednesday’s eyes following a trail from your face all the way down your body. She did it so shamelessly, in way where it made you feel like a piece of evidence she was examining.

You don’t expect it when the back of her hand rests against your forehead, “Do you feel lightheaded, because you look flush?”

The way her eyes examine every corner of your face makes you want to melt on the spot.

“I slipped on your folder,” you manage to slip out.

Her hand drops from your forehead to caress your cheek, “I must clean in here before I let everyone in tomorrow.”

“Wednesday-"

“Can I ask you something Y/n?”

She says this while her hand finds a place on the small of your back, guiding you out of the room. You forget your original thought.

“Yes,” you answer.

“Are you aware of how cool and soft your skin is?”

You stumble over your words, “I- um-"

“It’s always been like that. As long as we’ve known each other, I mean. I remember the first time you put your hand in mine, to shake it. I’ve pondered over the years if the rest of your skin feels the same. Now, I have the answer.”

You’re in her room now. The door closes behind you, and her hand is still on your back. She leads you to the bed, and you still haven't found the words.

All you can manage to say is her name tentatively, “Wednesday.”

“Are you accustomed to sharing a bed like this? Does anyone of note know the comfort of your skin?”

“No,” you answer breathlessly.

Wednesday releases her own breath, “Good.”

You watch helplessly as the woman walks to the other side of the bed and climbs in.

“What was the meaning of this Wednesday?” You say as you climb into the bed.

She dares to get closer to you. There’s a small space between the two of you. Something you could close if you wished to.

“You’re captivating.”

“Is that something you say to everyone that's shared this bed with you?” You can’t help it as the snarky comment leaves you.

Yoko’s words about Wednesday’s escapades run through your mind. At first you doubted the validity of what you had heard, but with the way Wednesday was acting with you, it was starting to make sense. The suaveness of her words, the charm of her certainty, she could have anyone be putty in her hands.

“No, it’s not,” her voice held a sincerity in it that you weren't prepared to hear.

You lay flat on your back, scared to look into the Latina’s eyes, “I've heard about your romantic encounters.”

Wednesday sighs, you can feel her eyes burning into you something akin to the brand on your back, “Y/n, we’re adults rapidly approaching our 30’s. As a teen I could pretend not to be the slightest bit interested in romance. I could focus on my work. However, as I grew, and began to accomplish my goals, I realized that I wanted somebody to share it with. Not platonically, but intimately. So, I tried dating, is that a truly repulsive thought?”

“No, it’s of sound logic, just like everything you say.”

Wednesday lays on her back, turning her attention towards the ceiling, “Have I misinterpreted things between us? The tension, is it of another variety?"

“You haven’t. I’m just having a hard time understanding this.”

Her hand extends into the space between the two of you. Your hand falls into hers and your fingers interlock.

“I should’ve known the moment I met you that any other attempts at romance would be frivolous. I apologize for my timing, but with you here with me in this capacity, I could not help myself. I thought I would be able to keep these feelings buried like I did when we were younger, but the truth is Y/n, I yearn for you.”

“Wednesday-"

“No one has ever come into my quarters to lay with me. I’ve never brought anyone home, and subconsciously I knew why. None of them would live up to you. Your beauty, your strength, your humor, your passion; all unrivaled.”

You squeeze her hand, “Careful, you’re sounding like your father.”

“I can no longer afford to be careful. I am willing to risk my reputation if it means that you will entertain my pleas.”

“I always thought that one day I’d tell you how I felt about you, and you’d be kind enough to let me down gently. This is a lot to take in,” you close your eyes briefly.

“Is this something you want?”

Your eyes meet hers and suddenly they’re burning just as intensely, “Yes, but I am afraid. Wednesday, you brought me here to help you save my people. This isn’t Crackstone or some stalker, I could die. Hell, you could die.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“Why is it so easy for you to say that?”

As your head falls her hand lightly grips your chin forcing you to keep eye contact with her, “Because I mean it. Have I ever broken my word?”

“No, but-"

She moves closer, closing the gap between you. You feel everything slow as her thumb cascades across your bottom lip.

“I could argue you down with logic if I have to. My track record speaks for itself, but I don’t want to do that. I want you to trust me, can you trust me?”

You nod, internally shivering when her lips slightly brush against yours. Your breath mingles with hers and your eyes begin to flutter.

“I trust you.”

Wednesday moves hesitantly, but she’s basically already there. Your lips touch experimentally. She keeps getting closer until she’s on top of you. She’s straddling your waist with your face still in her hands. Your hands slide under her shirt to rest on her waist. She’s warm, warmer than you ever could’ve imagined.

You push her away from you a little as you work to control your breath.

“What’s wrong?” She looks for signs of discomfort or regret on your features.

You open your mouth, showing your fangs, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Wednesday slips her thumb into your mouth. You keep it open, feeling her touch your teeth. The pad of her thumb against the point of your fangs. She pricks herself and you know it immediately.

A single drop of her blood falls onto your tongue. Your lips enclose around her thumb as you suck lightly. Her blood is rich but bitter like an expensive chocolate.

You moan at the taste. Red hues swirling around as you taste her, “God Wednesday.”

She pulls her thumb from your mouth. Her chest heaves slightly, “I would allow you to drink from me until my knees were weak. As much as I desire that, I fear that if we go any farther it will becoming increasingly indecent.”

You nod, inhaling deeply, “You’re right, it seems like we are getting ahead of ourselves.”

She steals another kiss from you before she returns to her spot next to you. She tries to put distance between you two, but you pull her flush against you. Her back against your front. Your purposefully blow air against her ear.

“Where did you think you were going?” You chuckle in her ear.

“I thought we were giving each other space, as to not escalate our behaviors,” she murmurs.

It makes you laugh even more, “Can’t control yourself enough to lie next to me?”

Her arms overlap yours to keep them place, “I can. I suppose I forgot that you are someone who prefers physical contact.”

“We don’t have to cuddle,” you say.

“No, I like this,” Wednesday holds on to you tighter.

“Goodnight, Wednesday,” you whisper into her hair.

“Goodnight.”

You weren’t ready to wake up when you felt the warmth move from beside you in the morning. Your arms pat around the bed searching for the girl that had spent the night next to you.

You groan when you are unable to locate her.

“Go back to sleep it’s early.”

Instead of listening to the voice, you sit up and began to rub the sleep out of your eyes, “Where are we going?”

“I am going to clean my study, and you’re staying here,” she puts emphasis on the ‘I.’

“Let me help,” you say getting completely out of the bed and stretching your limbs.

You hear Wednesday sigh, “Your eyes aren’t even open.”

You open them slowly, adjusting to the new brightness, “Better?”

Wednesday rolls her, “Fine, but put a shirt on. We don't need everyone seeing your bra.”

You let a dopey smile play on your features before throwing a shirt over your head, “Jealous?”

“And if I were to say yes?”

You walk across the room to stand in front of the shorter girl, “Then I’d say you have nothing to worry about. Divina, Yoko, and Enid have all seen me shirtless before and none of them have been swooned.”

Wednesday glares at you, “Not funny, I recount Enid saying some rather interesting words about your body.

Your eyebrows raise, “Wolfie liked what she saw then?”

You could see Wednesday’s jaw clench, “If you would rather room with Enid that can be arranged.”

You shake your head, “I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”

Color dusts Wednesday’s cheeks as she looks away from you, “We’re supposed to be cleaning my study.”

You step aside and dramatically gestures towards the door, “After you.”

“After I practice my dental hygiene,” Wednesday says taking steps to her restroom.

“I’ll do the same and we’ll meet in front of the office?”

She nods and the two of you go your separate ways briefly before meeting in front of Wednesday's office.

It was as messy as it had been the night before. Together you work in silence to make the room more presentable. Papers that are scattered on the floor find themselves in neat stacks on her desk. Some of the books are returned to their proper home against the wall. You clean until the only mess that remains is your shirt from last night and a small bloodstain on the floor.

Wednesday picks up the shirt before you do, she examines it. When she holds it up there’s a notable hole in it, the shape matches the one of the symbols that was now etched into your back.

“Just how hot was it?”

When you get a glimpse of the shirt you frown, “I’ve never felt such an intense pain in my whole life. It felt like the sun was resting on my back.”

Wednesday keeps the shirt as evidence she you help her remove the stain from the floor. By the time you finish it’s actually a reasonable time in the morning.

You decide to go the kitchen and look for sustenance. Yoko, Enid, and Bianca are already there, seemingly making breakfast for everyone.

“Morning,” Enid speaks enthusiastically.

You greet them quietly, taking a seat at the table. Yoko brings you a slice of toast that’s covered in, what you assume is blood jam. You’re correct, and munch on the bread happily.

“Y/n did you have a nightmare or something last night?” The other Vampire questions, taking a seat next to you.

“I was going to ask the same thing, your heart was going crazy, and it sounded like you were crying,” Enid adds on.

“I think it’s better if I wait to tell everyone at once,” you mumble.

“Does it have to do with the investigation?” Bianca correctly assesses your hesitance.

Wednesday answers, “Yes, and let’s hold any further questions until after breakfast.”

You can see Yoko roll her eyes behind her glasses, “How come Addams gets to know and I don’t?”

“Yoko, we were together, so she saw everything. I’ll tell everyone once we’re getting ready to start working out the plan.”

One by one, everyone else appears in the kitchen. The chatter is low but fills the room all the same. Once everyone finished, Wednesday starts to direct them towards the office. As they file into the room Wednesday grabs your hand pulling you to the stand with her in front of the evidence.

“Last night after speaking with Y/n, about the history of in-fighting in the Vampire community, we came to this room to go over some of the evidence that I have gathered. During that time, I pointed out the pattern of this symbol on the victims. Though it did not photograph well, I took the time to draw it. When Y/n touched that drawing, it partially burned into her skin.”

You turn with your back facing them. You raise up your shirt to just above the scar on your back. A few gasps are heard with the reveal.

“That symbol belongs to the first generation of elders,” Yoko inspects the drawing.

“Do you know why it burned her?”

Yoko tilts her head to the side, “There was a story my parents used to tell me about it, but I always thought it was legend. The symbol was originally the crest of the first Vampires in existence. It goes back to the territory expansion, the elders wanted everyone to stay together. However, when it was decided that the others could leave, they wanted a way of being able to identify each other once out in the world. They took their symbol and filled it with cursed magic. It marked every Vampire that it could touch.”

“Does that explain why it’s on the bodies?” Ajax questioned.

Bianca answers him, “I doubt it, that story is probably hundreds if not thousands of years old. Most of these victims wouldn’t have been around back then, according to this board.”

Yoko adds on, “Bianca is right. After Vampires were allowed to migrate, it didn’t make sense for us to all follow one set of elders. So, everyone kind of started doing their own thing, finding guidance in the community rather than the original elders. Of course this upset them, they tried warning people about fighting against them. Eventually their need for control caused them to do some heinous things to other Vampires resulting in exile. Their symbol was banned and as far as I know they dropped off the face of the earth.”

“Is there a chance that these markings come from them?” Ken speaks up.

The group looks to Yoko and yourself for answers.

“It’s not impossible…” You begin to say.

“But as immortal as we claim to be, we can still die. The average life span is somewhere around 500-700 years. They would be pushing 1,000 if not older,” Yoko finishes.

“Did you have any suspects Wednesday?” Divina chimes in.

Wednesday begins to point to the evidence board, “There’s inconsistencies across the murders. They all look different, live in different areas, various ages, even the way they are being killed seems different in each circumstance. In some places I’ve found some typical Vampire hunter weapons, stakes, silver, matches. However, with respect to the scale of the crimes it is unlikely that they’re working alone.”

Enid begins to speculate, “So we think the elders Vampires are teaming up with the Vampire hunters? How does that work?”

“Well, the motivation is there for both parties. If the elders are still alive, they have to be powerful beings. Even if the hunters wanted to kill them, they probably couldn’t,” you offer her an answer.

“That or the hunters could be under hypnosis. So, they have no choice but to work with the elders,” Yoko adds on.

“So, what’s the plan Addams?”

Bianca’s question refocuses the attention on Wednesday. You all can see the gears spinning in her brain. This was tedious work, not something that could be wrapped up instantaneously.

“We’ll start by getting the book from Amdis. Then I have a few leads we can follow.”

It wasn’t a full plan just something structured enough to start. Things could develop and change depending on what you found in the book, so it made sense to keep things open.

You weren’t necessarily fond of bringing everyone to your house to collect the book, but it was the most efficient thing to do. That way you guys would be able to check out Wednesday’s leads together straight after.

You were hoping that your aunt wouldn’t be at the house when you arrived. It was a silly thing to hope for, you knew she was an introvert. Your key wasn’t in the door for 3 seconds before it was yanked open.

“Back from finding yourself in the woods already? Oh, and you’ve brought guests.”

You lead your friends into the house going straight to the living area. The book you were looking for should be somewhere on the bookcase. Locating it is easy; it sticks out amongst the rest. You’re scared to touch it, the burning sensation still very fresh in your mind. Wednesday can sense the hesitation from your side, she picks up the book, tucking it under her arm.

“We haven’t come to stay, I just need to grab something, and we’ll be on our way,” you call out to your aunt.

“On your way where exactly?”

Your mind goes blank, but thankfully Enid cuts in, “We’re going on a little friends vacay. It’s been so long since we’ve all been together. With work and life and everything else, we just thought it would be fun to recapture some of that teenage magic before we forget what it felt like.”

“Well, this is more practical then locking yourself in the woods alone, I suppose,” Amdis states.

Your jaw twitches at the slight jab, “More inspiring to have my friends by my side.”

“One last question, where do you think you're taking that book?”

Your face drops with the question, “I’m just doing like you said, caring a little more about our people.”

Amdis crosses her arms over her chest, “I’m just supposed to take that at face value when you have the world’s most unnerving detective by your side? How do you even know that books about Vampires?”

“I have seen this symbol before, why are you making such a big deal of it?”

Amdis stares at you in disbelief, “Because you clearly think I’m some sort of idiot. You’re standing here lying to me like I haven’t known you, your whole life.”

“I’m not a child anymore Amdis, I don’t need you to babysit me. We both know you didn’t want to in the first place,” you shoot at her.

“Is that how you really feel? You want to lay it all out, fine. No, I wasn’t ready to become a parent at 18, but you were all I had. My parents were long gone, and my sister was dead. I knew what it felt like to be alone, to be abandoned, and I didn’t want that for you, Y/n. I sacrificed the little that I had for you, and I’d do it all over again because you’re my family and I love you. Yet, you repay me for my sacrifice with lies, deceit, and accusations. All because I care about you.”

The tension in the room finally explodes. Your friends watch you with careful eyes. Wednesday wants to reach out, but you move before she can. You find yourself sitting in a chair staring at your aunt, the empty expression on your face reminiscent of when you were young, and emotionally avoidant.

You lean forward with your elbows on your knees, trying to find the confidence in your posture. When you speak your voice betrays you, wavering with a soft timidity, “We’re going to stop the extinction.”

The anger vanishes from your aunt’s eyes, “What?”

“I’m going to help save our people, with or without your blessing. It’s dangerous, it’s risky, and perhaps it’s even a little naïve, but Amdis you were right, our people are dying. I’ve seen it and I just can’t stand idly by.”

She exhales audibly, “I’m going with you.”

“But-"

“Kid you’ve lost your fucking mind if you think I’m going to let you go on a literal suicide mission without me. Besides, you’ll all be better off having an expert on your side.”

Bianca interrupts, “We were trying to get her to bring you along in the first place.”

You glare at the siren, “Fine since we’ve figured this out so graciously, I need a minute alone with my aunt. So, talk amongst yourselves and don’t break anything in my house.”

Your aunt leaves the room first and you attempt to follow her. A gentle grasp on your hand stops your briefly.

“Are you going to be alright?”

You squeeze her hand lightly, “I’ll be fine, Wednesday. It’ll be quick, just start looking through the book.”

You squeeze her hand once more before going after your aunt. She’s waiting for you in your room. You close the door behind you as the two of you stare at each other.

“I’m sorry for lying to you. I just didn’t want you to try and stop me,” you admit.

“Kid, I know it feels like I’m getting in your way sometimes. It’s not that I don’t believe in you, because I do. You’re one of the brightest minds I’ve ever encountered. I've watched you succeed in spite of everything you’ve been through. I love you and I’m proud of you. I just- I don’t want to lose you too,” you see the tears begin to well in her eyes.

Though she stands defensively, you still make your way across the room to wrap her up in a hug. Her head falls onto your shoulder as you tightly hug her.

“I couldn’t have done any of it with you. You became the parent I needed you to be and I'm grateful for it, I love you for it. You’re not going to lose me, I promise,” you sway with the embrace.

Amdis pushes herself out of the embrace gently, wiping at her eyes, “Let’s go save our people.”

Upon returning to the living room Wednesday presents the book to Amdis holding it up a picture of a man.

“Do you know who this man is?”

“Ulysses Obrien, he was a secretary of sorts. He worked with the elders, even after the territory expansion. Why?”

Wednesday holds up her phone and a modern picture of a man that strongly favors the one in the book is displayed, “Because he’s my first lead.”

With the pictures side by side in front of you, the theory of other Vampires being involved in the extinction was becoming more and more likely. The fact you were looking at the historian of the elders was proof enough they could live that long. The thought of the power alone was intimidating, but you couldn’t run from it. You believed in it too much now; you were going to save the Vampires from extinction.

[crazyoffher]

PARANOID.

wednesday addams x fem!reader

summary: wednesday becomes what one would call "jealous" and the only way to get her to stop is through confession.

warnings: none.

word amount: 2300+

a/n: this is a rewrite of my old wednesday fic "jealousy doesn't suit me well" (old version now archived)

Ajax, a gorgon boy, was somebody that you considered your best friend. He was one, if not the most energetic person you’ve met beside Enid. You loved him dearly, seeing as he was the only person willing to even sit next to you in class when you first started at Nevermore, and your friendship with him quickly grew.

In present time, you hung out with a newcomer in the same year as you, a deathly Wednesday Addams, more than you hung out with Ajax. He understood well, seeing as your crush on the monotone girl grew like wildfire and he was distancing himself from you too, finding his time consumed by day-to-day dealing with his own crush.

A nice, peculiar girl by the name of Enid Sinclair, but God, did she have to annoy you that much? You knew she only ever meant well, so you tolerated her for the sake of Wednesday and Ajax.

As the months drew closer to summer, you made a pact with the gorgon that you would hang out with him a lot more for the sake of friendship, homework, and crushes. That put a toll on Enid, constantly being cornered by the girl and swearing to make pinky promises that you weren’t sneakily getting with him, which you mentally gagged at the thought of.

He was a nice guy. Well groomed, kind-hearted, intelligent, and attractive, but he just wasn’t for you. After all, your eyes grew into hearts only for one psychotic goth girl.

On the topic of her, your constant hanging out didn’t only affect Enid, but Wednesday too, the girl seemingly more sullen and dead-eyed when you’d drop by her dorm to say goodnight after spending the entire day with Ajax. She constantly bombared you with questions…

“Where were you?”

“Were you alone with him?”

“Why do you feel the need to constantly be in his presence?”

And every time, you’d give her the same answer.

“I can’t tell you.”

That wasn’t a lie, you genuinely couldn’t for the life of your own sanity and Ajax’s. She’d shut up after your responses, to your surprise, and give you a small goodbye before shutting the door in your face.

You felt bad, and you’d only hope your plan would work out in the end. Your shreds of hope being thin didn’t ever help your nerves as the days passed by like television calendar montages, paper after paper being discarded because you just couldn’t form your emotions right.

In the present timeline, your head was lulled down as you made your way through the halls of Ophelia, walking down the pathway mindlessly with your feet stuttering a bit as if you were a drunkard. Your hand rummaged in your pants, desperately trying to get a grip on the slippery key, and you shut your eyes in contentment when you pulled the metallic object out of your pocket.

“Finally.” A mutter was vocalized from nobody but you, rubbing your eyes with your other hand from your need for rest as you trudged up to your dorm room door, the space empty as your former roommate had recently faced expulsion for a reason that was still classified as unknown. You shoved the key into the lock with might, hand clasping over your mouth as you let out a deep yawn, feet stuttering once more into the room.

You were tired, but even saying that was an understatement. You felt close to death, your classes taking their normal toll on you, and you knew you shouldn’t have agreed to help Eugene get his bees in control at the tiring hour of 5:30 a.m. It had been nineteen hours since you had awakened, and last time you checked, that wasn’t a good thing in your books.

The bright lights lit up the room immediately after flipping the switch, verbally groaning, and shutting your eyes as you walked further into the room. You soon faced your closet, squinting your eyes as you searched for a fresh pair of pajamas, but your eyes flew open, and you let out a small yelp at the voice coming from the other side of the room.

“Back so late?”

“Fuck, Wednesday!” You jumped, your hands flying to your chest in an attempt to calm your breathing. Through your widened eyes, you noticed the girl sitting on your former roommate's bed, hands intertwined and set on her lap, her posture straight, and her eyes bored into your figure. “You are aware it’s midnight, right? What’re you doing here?”

“I could only presume you were aware of the time too.” Wednesday stood up, her posture still straight, and she walked toward your study desk, fixing up the mess that consisted of pencils and papers strewn out. “Curfew was two hours ago.”

You grabbed a plain black shirt from your closet, turning to give her a quick ‘really?’ look. “Yes, because I bet you care so much about curfew. Need I remind you of the times you forced me to break the rules last year?” The gothic girl didn’t reply, shuffling your papers into one thick stack.

“It was for commendatory reasoning. I know nothing about your trips; carry on the fact that you prefer to keep them private, but I can assure myself that what it is that you’re breaking curfew for isn’t an adequate reason.” She spoke calmly, well-paced, and formally; you could only mentally snarl at her quick-wittedness.

You moved to your drawers, pulling out the first pair of shorts that revealed themselves. Wednesday faced you now, her eyes never leaving your figure as she awaited a response from you. Her eyes were filled with their normal sense of death and destruction, but almost had a small glint of… sadness?

“And yet,” you started off, shutting the drawer closed and throwing the clothes on your bed, “here you are, in my dorm instead of yours. If you’re going to berate me for rebelling against a simple curfew, at least don’t be a hypocrite about it.” 

“What were you doing today?” She disregarded your words; her body leaned against your study desk, and your head turned to face her, eyes unconsciously raking over her body from her shoulders to her legs. “It’s like you want to hear the same answer every time.”

“I’d rather not.” She pushed herself off your desk, the lingering of your eyes over her body not going unnoticed, a small smirk begging to form against her lips. “I was hoping to get a different answer from you—the truthful one, you could call it.”

“The truthful one?” You questioned. She did a curt nod, her bangs jumping slightly from the movement. “Fine. I went to Séance Society at 1:30, Archery Club at 2:30, and then Ajax and I went into town. We stopped at the Weathervane for coffee and to do homework, then we walked around before we went to a corner store to buy snacks. We waddled all the way back to the school grounds, and here I am.”

At the end of your sentence, you pointed to your shoes, marking your location. Wednesday only sucked her teeth, taking a step forward before crossing her arms. “And?”

Your lips thinned, with dimples popping out at the action, and you tried your hardest not to create an outburst. You questioned how you'd managed to develop a crush on her when she drives you crazy. “That’s it. Why do you care so much?”

Wednesday’s expression didn’t change, but she was having a mental battle with figuring out an excuse to say that would sound like her. “You are my friend, and I care about my friends.” That didn’t sound like her at all. “I must know your whereabouts at all times for your safety.”

“Bullshit.” You stated, your gaze now fixed on her. “You wouldn’t ever admit that, meaning that those words were an on-the-spot lie-”

“Well, we’re not on the topic of me right now.” She interrupted, annoyance lacing her voice at your accusations—your true accusations. “We’re conversing about you and your secrecy. Tell me what you do with him; I’m not asking anymore.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you let out an agitated huff at her sternness. Your mind was in a battle, deciding whether today was the day or if you should just tell her half the truth. Would Ajax kill you? Maybe, but your confidence was at an all-time low, and you had no other options.

“Ajax’s been discussing with me a... uhm, sort of... plan about Enid. Ajax has a crush on her, and we’ve been figuring out a way for him to, er, confess his feelings to her so they can date. Yeah…” 

God, did you suck at lying, and Wednesday could see right through you. She advanced toward you this time, and from the distance between the two of you, you could see the mixed emotions welling up in her gaze. “What else?”

“Wh-that’s it, Wednesday. I swear-”

“But your swears mean nothing.” Ouch. “You couldn’t hold eye contact with me; your words were faltering; your fingers were itching at your arm; and your voice was half an octave higher. I firmly believe you are truthful in your speech about Ajax and Enid, but you’re lying to me about it being the whole truth.”

You gulped, your brain shredding under her gaze, and you thought hard. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5-

“Fine!” You huffed, stomping to the front door and crouching down to pick up the bag that you left. Wednesday would rather die than admit that she mentally flinched at your tone, watching as you ruffled around in the bag before pulling out a journal.

“Now is not the time to ask for my help on your homework, (Y/L/N).” You shook your head at her words, walking back to where you stood before and opening up the journal on a random page. Inside that page was a folded piece of paper, and your fingers twitched as you went to pick it up.

To say your nerves were at their peak would be a trivialization when you looked up and saw Wednesday standing directly in front of you, staring at you with narrowed eyes. You drew your hand out in her direction, silently telling her to take the paper, which she did not. “What is that?”

“Read it and find out. Not today, though! Tomorrow seems like a goo-” Wednesday took the paper, carelessly opening it, and her eyebrows scrunched when she saw how much was written. She looked up at you with curious eyes, not preparing to be outside your dorm room with the door slammed in her face a couple of seconds later.

You sank into the door, hands over your face, and you screamed, the sounds of embarrassment muffled. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” You repeated, bolting away from the door, settling into your chair, and gasping for air. You sat there for about thirty seconds, though it felt like hours, when a knock was placed on the door.

"Y/N, open the door," Your ears pick up Wednesday's voice, which is quieter than you anticipated and infused with a rare warmth. She sounded sincere rather than irritated or sarcastic.

You took a deep breath, getting up from your chair and going to unlock the door while swallowing your anxiety and peering out to see Wednesday's frustrated expression.

"Look, I know this is unexpected," you started in a voice that was shaking. ”However, what I stated in that letter is real. Wednesday, I've liked you for a while.”

It was like a major weight was taken off of your shoulders. You had finally confessed to the girl you’d been chasing for over a year, and you watched a battle happen through her eyes, multiple emotions mixed in her mind and overdosing her brain.

There’s a slight shift in Wednesday's mood, and you can see the turmoil in her eyes. "I do not understand why you would think that about me. I'm not exactly the easiest person to be around," she acknowledged, her tone containing a hint of vulnerability. Your eyes softened at her words, a pang of sympathy coursing through you for the girl. 

She had been so despised, so targeted, even if most of it was her fault, that it broke her down — broke her mindset down into believing that she was unlovable, even by her friends.

You take a step forward, your attention fixed on her. "You may not realize it, Wednesday, but you are incredible. You're powerful and unique, and I respect how you remain loyal to yourself regardless of what people say. Your willingness to go against standards intrigues me."

Her usually stoic face shows a small crack, a glimpse of uncertainty. "I've never been in a situation like this," she confessed quietly. You found that hard to believe; the beauty of the girl was something you drowned in most days, but you knew that it was the truth because people were afraid of her. Never you, though.

With a gentle smile, you say, "Me neither, but that's okay. If you let me, we can figure it out together."

Wednesday keeps silent for a second before taking a cautious step closer to you. "You make me feel... different, too," she confesses, carefully choosing her words. You clench your jaw to fight off the large grin that threatens to form on your face, and your heartbeat remained fast-paced, but for a different reason this time.

You reach out, taking her hand with caution in your movement. You didn’t want to make her uncomfortable in anyway, but she reassured you when she gave your hand a light squeeze. “We don’t have to figure out anything right now. Consider this… confession?” You gave her a small smile, and it grew wider when your eyes fell on the corners of her lips, watching them twitch into the smallest smile.

“Confession.”

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

WEDNESDAY CHARACTERS MASTERPOST

* = smut

XAVIER THORPE

Always on your side

You hear that Wednesday is going to get Xavier arrested, so you run away with him

Don't expect a call Addams!Reader

Xavier gifts you a phone to thank you and your relationship grows from there

The devil’s bite Addams!Reader

The night of the final battle, you get hurt by the hyde

Father father

Xavier's father shows up for Parents Weekend...it doesn't go well

Hunger vampire!reader

Xavier really wants you to bite him and feed on him

I don’t want you like a best friend

You and Xavier have been best friends for a while, but you don’t want to be just friends anymore. Come the Rave’n dance, you decide to tell him

Jealousy, jealousy

Xavier hates Tyler with a burning passion

Love at first bite * Vampire!Reader

Xavier always wants you to bite him

Murder Mittens

You and Xavier become cat-parents

The Nightshades murders * Ghostface!Xavier x Addams!Reader

Shortly after the Addams twins make their arrival at Nevermore Academy, a series of gruesome murders among the student body begins. As bodies pile up, Wednesday gets into investigating and gets to the conclusion that the victims all have one thing in common: they are members of the Nevermore Academy's secret society. 

What if the killer was among the members of the Nightshade society?

Nightshades library *

Outreach day Normie!Reader

Xavier has to work at the café for Outreach day

Post Poe Cup

Xavier is a sore loser and you help him calm down

Sorry, wrong number | Xavier x Reader x Ajax *

After sending a nude to the wrong contact (your mistake), you and Xavier invite Ajax for one night

Wrong suspect

Because of Wednesday, everyone believes Xavier is the monster. Everyone except you.

AJAX PETROPOLUS

7 Minutes in heaven

Confessions in a closet

Poe Cup distractions *

You distract Ajax during Poe Cup

First time *

Ajax feels bad for ruining your date and makes it up

Makeup

You do Ajax's Poe Cup makeup

Secret Valentine

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

Bittersweet solitude Addams!Reader

After her fight with Enid, Wednesday is left alone

Happy birthday

Wednesday gets emotional when you give her her birthday present

[flowers4chooie]

if someone does not write ab this i will IMPLODE 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Ajax the type of boyfriend to squeeze your boob and go “honk honk” 😭😭

[wednesdayincorrectquotespt]

Y/n: Two years ago, I married my best friend

Y/n: Wednesday & Ajax weren't too happy about it, but Enid and I thought it was hilarious

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Hands-On In The Classroom

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Wednesday characters nor do I claim to own them.

Warnings: Established slight love/hate relationship. Public Fingering (f receiving).

As the two dim-witted and overdramatised teens walked down the hall, Ajax noticed you rolling your eyes as soon as you both passed each other. He smirked and decided to do something. He knew it would annoy you.

As the teacher begins to lecture, Ajax begins to take notes as well, occasionally sneaking in quick glances at you to see if you're paying attention. If you weren't, he had a whole arsenal of sassy words to say, but he kept them to himself because they were pretty rude. In the back of his mind, he wondered if he should try to slowly get closer to her. One day, he'd ask for notes and slowly build the relationship up from there. Or he could ask you to study out of class and see where that leads. He was not sure yet.

Ajax smirked at you as he looked down at you as he moved closer and slowly placed his hand on your thigh, his smile almost threatening. He had definitely seen you lick your lower lip, and he could practically feel steam coming out of his ears when you said the words that were just about the last thing he wanted to hear from her. "Don't start something you can't finish." He only smirked more before whispering back at you. "Oh, you adorable little brat, I'll continue because I do think I have you hooked." He said with a smug tone, knowing you'd only tease him, which would add fuel to the fire he'd be starting with you. If you could make him mad and then give him attitude, he could do the same thing back at you, and he knew that he definitely had just done that.

Ajax smirked as you once again pretended to act all innocent and pretend to write notes once more. He was having fun with this now. He was going to do what he wanted, no matter what you said, and he was going to make you feel the consequences of being so bratty. Ajax knew exactly what he was gonna do when you reacted to his words and even noticed you simply let his hand slide up higher on your thigh as his fingertips brushed against your school uniform in between your thighs, and he smirked when you asked what he thought that this will teach you. Then, after a few moments of thinking about what he was going to say in response to you, he gave a short sigh and then quietly spoke.

"That you should pay attention in class!" Ajax scolded, but his voice sounded anything but serious. He was enjoying this too much to stop now, and the professor was probably not going to be checking on his students anytime soon, smiling wide and mischievous. "Or else you might get in trouble, and you're always such a good girl no matter how much of a brat you are huh". Letting his words come out as a question even though you both understood it was a statement, continuing to tease you as he let his fingertips slip past your panties a little grinning to himself feeling how wet you were getting which only boosted his ego since you always claimed to not like him but didn't even attempt to stop him from touching you.

Looking forward and acting as natural as possible while he only glanced at you from his peripheral vision, slowly pushing a finger into your pussy watching and listening closely for any reaction you would give off but smiled to himself hearing your breathing pick up a little and watched as your eyes close and leaned into his touch more. His fingers moved steadily within you, his rhythm gentle but precise. He had never had to be quiet before wondering how long you could act like you had it all together even if it seemed like your body was ready to let loose and relase all over his fingers.

Using his free hand to lean his head against just to hide his smug grin as he used three fingers to be knuckle deep inside of you and listened to you let out quiet gasps or shaky breaths, looking over as he felt your tight grip on his school jacket then leaned in closer next to your ear as his lowered voice spoke roughly in your ear "are you gonna be good and cum all over my fingers baby? Go ahead, let go. " He said. Picking up the pace and started to move his fingers faster inside of you, it was a simple statement, but it was enough for him. Ajax sped up and brought you to a climax. Once your reaction was at its peak, he stopped. He was not a monster - he wouldn't leave her hanging.

"There you go, princess." He praised, giving her a small kiss. He knew that his actions would probably get him in trouble, especially if the teacher caught on to what was going on under the desk. But it was worth it. He hoped that it was worth it to you as well. Ajax looked down at her, a twinkle in his eyes. She was so cute when she was all flushed and exhausted like this. It was almost a shame that people would see her like this in a few minutes. Almost. But first...

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" Ajax asked her, almost like an owner training their pet. It was adorable. His hand found its way to her neck, his thumb running across her jaw. "Tell me you're going to be good for me," he added. A command more than a request.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

DENY IT ALL YOU WANT PART 2

Pairings: Ajax Petropolus x Fem!reader Summary: you can't get your last encounter with the Gorgon boy out of your head Warnings: none :)

Part 1

You walked up to the boy who had been in your head for the last week. you couldn't stop thinking about him and how he told you he loved you.

you felt like he was crazy at first, but now that you think about it, the feelings you have had for the boy for the past few years were something stronger than hate, something better

"what did you do?" you spat at him, pulling him away from Xavier

"what do you mean?" he licked his lips in a confused manner

"you know what I mean" you glared at him, he leaned down little, levelling with you

"no" he shook his head, standing up straight again "I don't, I didn't know even know we were on speaking terms again"

you furrowed your eyebrows

"we've never been on speaking terms" you said

"we used to talk almost every day, we haven't spoken in a week" he stated.

it was only then that you realised how much you guys talked, he was right, you guys talked a lot. and for someone who claimed to hate his existence, you sure did initiate a lot of those conversations.

not to say they were pleasant talks, you mainly insulted him, but you should've realised he didn't hate you sooner. every time you did so he would just smile at you with that sweet, soft grin of his.

"you told me you loved me" you groaned

"I do- and it's present tense, so Love, not Loved" he corrected you, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "why does that matter though, you rejected me"

it was silent for a moment, you looked down at your feet as you rolled on your ankles

"you came here to insult me again, maybe? you're giving me nothing here" he chuckled slightly

"this isn't funny, I haven't been able to focus all week, you said words and it's all I could think about almost every minute. so stop it" you scoffed

"are you saying you've been thinking about me all week?" he asked "quite sweet of you"

you huffed with an eye roll "is that all you got from that?"

"well I don't know how you want me to stop it, I can't control your mind or feelings" he laughed, taking his hands out of his pocket and crossing them over his chest

"are you suggesting I have feelings for you?" you questioned

"well, everyone has feelings- and you're saying it's about me so, you have some sort of feelings for me, and I have a feeling it might not be hatred or disgust" he smiled softly, his eyes seeming to spark as he looked at you

"I already told you not to look at me like that" you reminded him

"why? there's no harm in looking at you" he raised his eyebrows like it was a questioned

"it's the way you look at me that's the problem" you explained

"so?" his head tilted to the side "you know, I kind of pity you, I feel bad that you don't recognise your own feelings. it's like you don't know what love is, or what it feels like"

"I don't like pity" you announced to him

"let me show it to you, Love is a beautiful thing and it's like you don't want it" he sounded like he was begging, but he wasn't

"Wednesday would barf right now if she heard you- to be honest, I'm about to" you groaned

"what did you want, why did you come to talk to me?" he asked before a deep breath, looking down the corridor

"I want you to take it back" you replied, tapping your foot on the ground

"take what back?" he cocked his head to the side

"loving me. you can't love me, I've treated you like shit and the last thing you should say to me is that you have feelings for me" you said bluntly

he smiled in shock, a small laugh escaping his lips "love isn't something you can just get rid of. it doesn't go away that easily" he explained lightly

"well tell me that you don't so I don't have to urge to think about it" you pleaded

"fine, I- I don't love you anymore" he shrugged

you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach, you knew he didn't mean it, but something about hearing that somehow hurt your heart, making it ache in agony

"I don't believe you" you sighed disappointedly

"that's because it's not the truth" he grinned "look, I don't know what you want me to do, I can't help the way I feel about you but I know what I feel is real, the only thing I wish is that you realised you feel the same, ok? I'm not just gonna stop loving you because you're scared of loving me, that's not what's gonna happen, you're gonna have to deal with it because it's not going away anytime soon" he announced, looking at you with admiration again

"you can leave if that makes you uncomfortable to hear but, it's just how I feel, and deep down it's how you feel too, deny it all you want, but I know" he said, noticing that you looked uncomfortable.

you felt a pang in your chest as he began walking away, you wanted him to stay, to tell you more about how he felt, you hated that you wanted to hug him, you hated that you wanted him to smash his lips on yours. you hated that you started to believe that you loved him too, you loved that you felt loved.

you watched him walk away in the corner of your eye, you took a deep breath before you followed him, turning the corner he took to see him there, facing you with a smile with his arms slightly open.

you stopped in your tracks and looked at him in the eye. you looked at him blankly as you just stood there, looking at him.

he watched you as a small smile crept onto your face, you stepped towards him, burring your head in his chest

"how did you know I was gonna follow you?" you asked

"I didn't, I was just gonna walk away until I heard your footsteps behind me" he laughed

"you ready to admit you feel the same way? cause if not, I'll just keep pretending like your rejection didn't hurt my feelings" he joked- or you thought he was.

"I don't kn-" you started, tilting your head up to look at him

"let me show you then, Please. I know you want to, so please, let me love you the way you deserve" he begged, looking at you like you were heaven

"why are you so nice and forgiving? after all the shit I've done?"

"I don't know, I guess I'm just amazing" he beamed at you

"sure, that's the reason" you nodded sarcastically

"let me take you out? breakfast? lunch? dinner? Brunch? Coffee? anything" he looked helpless, tired, in love

"I'd like that" you nodded

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