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The Nevermore murders | Ghostface!Xavier Thorpe x Addams!Reader

Summary: 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?

Word count: 8.4k

Warnings: This fic has smut, blood, violence, murders, knife play and more. If that’s not your thing, do not read it.

A/N: Xavier will be a little ooc in this for the plot’s sake

I want to say a special thank you to @lightofdawnxo who helped me get to the end of this fic

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An early riser of Nevermore Academy stumbled upon a gruesome display in the quad on Monday morning. The body of Yoko Tanaka was found hooked to one of the branches of the tree.

Principal Weems felt disturbed by the brutality of the act. Whoever had done this must be a total lunatic.

According to the books, vampires are immortal, but by the amount of blood that was spilled into the fountain — likely caused by a stab in her heart —, Yoko was dead.

When you descended from your dorm, everyone was crowding the entrance of the quad. The unusual scene drew your attention. You tried to see above the crowd, but all you could make out was yellow ribbons and Jericho police officers.

‘’Did somebody die?’’ you asked in your typical dark humor.

The girl beside you turned her head in your direction, looking as if she had seen a ghost. ‘’Haven’t you heard? Yoko was murdered.’’

Before Nevermore could grieve their classmate, another body was found.

The whole student body was at the harvest festival when a scream was heard in the woods: Bianca Barclay's. At her feet laid the dead body of her fellow siren and close friend, Kent. His throat was sliced and blood was gushing out while his wide eyes were staring right back at her.

She crouched down and touched his arm — the body was still warm.

The crunch of a tree branch snapping under a foot put Bianca into alert mode. ‘’Hello?’’ she called into the dark woods, checking one of the most cliché — and dumb — things one says in a horror movie.

She looked around as her hands trembled, terrified Kent’s killer was still there. He had talked to her half an hour ago, right before going to meet his Grindr date. Whoever did this couldn’t be far.

The leaves rustled and twigs snapped as someone approached Bianca from behind.

‘’Bianca! I heard a scream—’’ Divina cut herself off with a scream of her own, seeing Kent on the ground just as Bianca caught a masked figure between trees.

The next day during breakfast, Kent’s name was on everyone’s lips.

‘’It’s the second death in the span of a week,’’ Ajax pointed out, stabbing a piece of pancake from his plate.

‘’Murder,’’ Xavier corrected, taking a seat beside you. Since it was the weekend, his uniform was replaced by a darker hoodie and regular tee shirt. ‘’Yoko had a knife in her heart and Kent’s throat was slit. They were murdered.’’

Before you, Enid gulped and pushed her half empty plate away, no longer hungry. Yoko was one of her great friends. The imaginative visual of her hanging by the tree in the quad made her stomach churn.

You felt Xavier drape an arm behind you to keep a hand on the small of your back, more protective since the beginning of the murders. ‘’Bianca told Weems she saw someone in the woods after finding Kent’s body,’’ you reported.

‘’The killer?’’ Enid asked in a hushed voice, the same way one would talk about Voldemort in Harry Potter.

‘’Possibly.’’ You popped a blueberry in your mouth and leaned back against Xavier.

Ajax sighed. ‘’Nevermore used to be the safest place for outcasts. Now, someone is out there killing our classmates.’’

‘’Who agrees to meet someone they met on a dating app in the woods? It’s almost like he ran after his own death,’’ Wednesday said, breaking her silence at the end of the table.

‘’How can you say that?’’ Enid gasped, shocked by her roommate’s indelicate words.

You backed your sister. Her words were wrongly chosen, but Kent wasn't the brightest one of the bunch and his death proved it. ‘’Wednesday is right. Don't you guys watch horror movies?’’

After a few days of peace, Divina joined her twin brother and became the third victim of the Nevermore Academy murders. She was found by the lake, gutted like a fish. Although barbarous, it was ironic and well thought out by the killer.

‘’First Yoko and now Divina? This is unfair,’’ Enid cried on her bed, saddened by her friends’ deaths.

‘’Life is unfair, Enid,’’ Wednesday deadpanned, not helping her roommate’s crying. She was terrible at comforting people.

‘’Why would someone want to kill them? Kent partnered up with Bianca to sabotage the other teams at Poe Cup, but he’s never done anything so horrible that would make someone want to kill him. Neither did Yoko and Divina. I don’t understand.’’

‘’Murderers are difficult to understand,’’ you said, having read your fair share of books about serial killers.

The petite werewolf looked up from her pink heart pillow, tear stains on her face from crying. ‘’Why can't the police find them? It’s their job to keep people safe and catch the bad guys and put them behind bars. I don’t think I can handle another murder…’’

Enid was an emotional person. She was so destroyed by the loss of her friends, it was heartbreaking to see. These murders were hard on her, but unfortunately you didn’t have any words to bring her comfort. You tried getting Ajax to come over to comfort her, but getting past the housemaster was impossible.

You grabbed Wednesday’s headless doll and played with the buttons of her dress. She owned an identical dress, which made the doll creepier. ‘’This is not Riverdale. There is no 'murderer or serial killer gene'.’’ Wednesday plucked the doll from your hands, the dark look in her eyes telling you to stop it. ‘’Besides, I doubt Jericho's police department is professionally equipped to track a murderer. I don’t know why Weems bothered to call them. Now outcasts are seen as a murderer's target and normies probably make entertainment and tasteless jokes out of this.’’

‘’Then maybe someone else should take the case in their hands.’’

Enid was not wrong. Someone better suited for the job would make this case go forward — and perhaps catch the murderer —, but you could hardly see Sheriff Galpin asking help for the outcasts he despised so much. He would rather sit and watch all the outcasts drop dead before lifting a finger to help solve this case.

‘’Serial killers are difficult to catch, but not impossible,’’ Wednesday aforementioned, grabbing her notebook with a pen. Her roommate’s words had sparked an idea inside her. ‘’Thing, help Enid dry her tears. I'm taking the case into my own hands. A masked boogeyman is killing our classmates and I intend on finding who’s behind it.’’

‘’Where is Enid?’’ you asked a few days later, not seeing the blonde girl on her side of the dorm.

At this hour, she was usually painting her nails or working on tomorrow’s post for her social media accounts. She was a busy lady.

Wednesday was sitting at her desk with paper cut-outs all over. ‘’Out with her gorgon boyfriend,’’ she explained flatly.

The ban on outings had been lifted as of yesterday so you expected no less.

Many students had gone out today, even just to grab coffee at Weathervane. Nevermore was a large ground, but nothing compared to the freedom of Jericho. The town was less than interesting, but at least there were shops to browse, people to spook and the best chocolate cake.

You hummed, walking up to the desk to creep on your sister. ‘’How’s the investigation going?’’

‘’I may have found a common denominator between the victims.’’

You took a seat on Wednesday’s bed, careful to not crease it. ‘’Enlighten me.’’

‘’Turns out all students have something in common: they’re part of Nevermore’s secret society,’’ Wednesday explained. She pulled out a paper with what seemed to be a coat of arms — moon phases at the top, a double nightshade flower with a skull as the flower’s middle.

You pulled your eyebrows together. ‘’Since when does Nevermore have a secret society?’’

‘’Since the 1600s. Our ancestor, Goody Addams, founded the Nightshades to fight against society and to bring peace to every outcast so they could be considered as equals with normies. It's been previously believed to be disbanded because of the death of a normie, but they seemed to be still a thing.’’

‘’Why haven’t I heard of that society before?’’

‘’Perhaps you are not as cool as you believe yourself to be.’’

Your jaw dropped and you tossed a cushion at your sister. She didn’t flinch or react.

‘’If I am right — which I 99.9% am sure of —, the list of the next victims should be found through Weems. Thing and I will attempt to sneak into her office at nighttime to get my hands on the list of the members. As headmaster, she must know about this secret society.’’

Despite having a masked killer on the loose going after Nevermore Academy students, Principal Weems decided to not cancel the Rave'N dance. She deemed the students needed to have a little fun for one night after the tragedies.

Dress-code be damned, you would never be caught dead in a white dress.

‘’You look like a murdering widow attending their husband’s funeral, but in a good way,’’ Enid complimented, a yeti-tini in her hand.

You smiled at her, still holding onto Xavier’s arm. ‘’Thanks, Enid. I like the fur trim on yours.’’

She was giving wintery sugar-fairy plum vibes with her pink wig and sparkles on her face. It was too colorful for your taste, but she pulled it off perfectly. By her side, Ajax had gone for a more casual look — his classic tee shirt and a hoodie combo underneath a beige blazer to dress it up.

‘’Do you know if Wednesday is coming?’’ the pink haired girl asked. ‘’She was not in our dorm when I left.’’

You shook your head. ‘’Wednesday doesn’t do dances. Besides, she is too brain deep into her investigation to care about these school events—’’

Behind you, a chorus of surprised gasps and whispers caught your attention, putting an abrupt end to your conversation with Enid. You turned your head, following everyone’s sight-line, and saw Wednesday stepping in in a Victorian lace number, making her big — and unexpected — entrance.

‘’Check it out,’’ Ajax said, pointing to your sister. ‘’Wednesday totally busted out of her cocoon.’’

Ms. Thornhill approached Wednesday before you could wave her over, looking equally surprised and happy to see her at the Rave’N — and, with a date. They talked for a short time, then she excused herself to the drink table and you let go of Xavier’s arm to get to her.

‘’I’ll be right back.’’

The bottom of your dress was sweeping the floor as you walked, making you wish you had gotten it hemmed before the dance.

‘’Nice dress, did you dig in a corpse’s coffin?’’

‘’I did not. Unfortunately,’’ Wednesday replied while pouring Yeti-tinis into cups — for her and Tyler. ‘’Thing stole it in a shop in town.’’ She gave you a look over, her face turning into a slight discomfort. ‘’You look like Mother,’’ she pointed out flatly, looking at your long dark hair and the plunging neckline of your dress. ‘’It’s truly disturbing.’’

‘’I’ll take it as a compliment.’’ You grabbed a glass and poured yourself a drink. ‘’Interesting choice of date,’’ you said, wrinkling your nose seeing Tyler dressed in a white suit and a blue button up. Something about him rubbed you the wrong way.

‘’Not all of us are interested by elite snobs.’’ Wednesday took her drinks and left.

Eventually, the DJ played the last song of the night. Some radio pop that made you cringe. You hated every single thing about that song, but danced with Enid anyway.

Just as the song was hitting its high point, you saw something drip on Enid’s shoulder. Something red. You looked up, trying to figure its provenance, and saw more red liquid dripping and coming from the sprinklers. More and more continued to drip, speckling dresses, jackets, hair and faces with red.

Your lips curled into a pleased smile, feeling the wetness on your face and dripping down. Your first blood shower. The sprinklers hit their full splashing speed and Wednesday's face mirrored yours.

The party ambiance turned into chaos and terror. Screams echoed all around, realizing what was happening. People were running and slipping on the now wet floor, turning up the level of chaos, while the Addams twins remained calm.

You dipped a red-coated finger in your mouth, only to be disappointed. ‘’It’s only paint.’’

Whoever had planned this little stunt were amateurs — or wimps. Although you were 100% on Carrie’s side, at least Chris Hargensen went through with her plan and got real pig’s blood.

Soon enough, the whole room was coated in red paint; it reassembled a bloodbath. It was magnificent.

‘’Have you seen Tyler? I lost him,’’ the voice of your sister asked, standing before you, equally painted with red paint.

You shook your head. ‘’I haven’t.’’

You walked down Ophelia Hall to your dorm, 'bloody' from head to toes. The paint had begun to dry in some places, making it feel tight and uncomfortable on the skin.

When you came out from your shower, you caught a masked figure sitting in your chair, spinning a knife on your bed-side table with a gloved hand — the masked killer. While most would have screamed and ran out of the room, your visitor made your stomach twist in a pleasuring way.

‘’Nice robe. Though it would look better on the floor,’’ the masked killer said with the use of a voice changer.

‘’Nice knife. It would look better against my neck,’’ you quipped back without a glint of fear.

You grabbed your hairbrush from your desk, totally unbothered by the stranger in your dorm, but when you moved to get to your bathroom, the masked killer was right behind you.

‘’I didn’t say you could go.’’

Your body stilled, feeling the warmth of their chest through the thin fabric of your robe. A gloved hand crept on your waistline, right where the tie of your silk robe sat. One firm tug and it would fall open — goodbye modesty.

‘’I saw you on the dance floor.’’ The hand on your waist slowly trailed down, searching for the opening of your robe to slip a hand underneath. ‘’All that blood on you made me want to ravage you. Unfortunately, I had other doings awaiting.’’

You could hear the other person breathing behind the mask and felt a jolt of pleasure shoot straight to your core. ‘’Are you going to kill me?’’

‘’Do you want me to?’’ the robotic voice asked.

You twisted in their grasp, now facing the masked killer. The danger of the situation excited you and you could feel it in your panties as the gloved hand slipped higher on your thigh, exposing more skin.

A smirk curled on your lips, deciding to entertain his little game. You then put on your best 'scared' face, peering up at them with pleading eyes. ‘’Please don't kill me Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.’’

“I like it when you beg.” A gloved hand reached up and removed the mask to reveal a smirking Xavier, his eyes dark with lust.

‘’How was he?’’ you asked, hearing the mask hit the floor.

‘’Feisty.’’ Xavier rolled his shoulder, hissing a little. ‘’He kept screaming and fighting back. It was so annoying. I had to gag him and tie him up.’’

‘’This should keep Wednesday’s nose away from our business.’’

Xavier hummed, casting his green eyes down on your lightly covered body. He leaned in to attach his plush lips to your jaw, kissing along while he untied your robe. The front fell open, the chill air of the dorm waking goosebumps on your skin.

He led you to the bed and followed you down on the bed-spread. The sides of your robe had slipped on the sides of your body, uncovering the swell of your breasts. Xavier's mouth left your skin, pulling back and taking a moment to admire you under him.

‘’My deadly nightshade,’’ he breathed out in a whisper, running a finger over your clothed clit. He was so deeply in love with you; he would murder for you, abandon his morales just for one more taste of you. You didn't notice him reaching under his robe to retrieve his knife. He ran the cold blade up your thigh, making you shiver. ‘’I’m gonna have you screaming for me.” The blade slid briefly under your panties — black and delicate, just the way he liked.

‘’I don’t scream,’’ you said, your heart beating faster from the thrill of the knife. ‘’And if I do, there's a good chance I'm enjoying myself.’’

Xavier smirked with a dark glint in his eyes. He took that as a challenge. ‘’I’d love to hear that.’’ You heard the tear of the lace, the blade cutting through the delicate material and then moving to the left. Then, he gently dragged it down your mound, the blunt side touching your skin.

Your breath hitched and you clenched around nothing.

Xavier reached for the voice changer, bringing it to his mouth. ‘’Let’s play a game. Do you like scary movies, Y/N?’’

‘’Uh-uh.’’

‘’I ask a question and if you get it right, I’ll slip a finger in. You must be so fucking wet already, uh?’’ He slipped a finger between your folds, feeling your slick. You drew in a breath, bucking your hips and causing the knife to press into your delicate skin. ‘’That knife makes you wet, doesn't it?’’

Most would be terrified of the sharp edge touching their skin, but it gave you a rush of adrenaline and oxytocin.

‘’Wrong answer and I’ll—’’ He slapped your cunt, the sound echoing in the dorm, making you gasp a moan and quiver under his touch. ‘’Got it?’’

You nodded.

Xavier took the knife away and you whimpered, already missing it. ‘’How many people did Jason kill in the first Friday the 13th?’’

‘’Zero,’’ you answered confidently.

Jason was not the killer in the first movie. It’s his mother, Pamela Voorhees. That exact question was a trap for fake horror fans and they fell for it every time.

‘’Correct.’’ He brought a finger down to your folds and pushed it in with a squelching sound. ‘’What is the name of the swedish pagan cult in Midsommar?’’ Xavier continued while slowly thrusting his finger in and out.

You raked your brain for the right answer, not feeling full enough. ‘’The Hårga.’’

‘’Correct.’’ Another finger was added and you let out a soft sigh. ‘’In The Orphan, what is the not-so-little girl's real name in the movie?’’

You had watched this movie a few weeks ago. How could you not remember the little bitch’s name.

To deconcentrate, Xavier curled his fingers in just the right way, watching your eyes fluttering shut as a moan slipped out.

‘’Esther. H-her name’s Esther!’’

His fingers stilled inside you and that’s when you knew you fucked up.

Xavier shook his head. ‘’I'm sorry, that’s the wrong answer.’’ A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth and he slapped your pussy — hard —, making you moan, the line between pain and pleasure blurring. ‘’Her name is Leena Klammer. Esther is the name she gave herself.’’

Shit. You knew that.

‘’Should we go for another question? One last question?’’

‘’What does Emily Blunt's character, Evelyn Abbott, step on in the film A Quiet place?’’

A nail.

Instead, you said, ‘’A needle.’’

Xavier tsked you with his tongue, shaking his head. ‘’Wrong answer.’’ He gave your pussy another slap and you moaned again as you clenched, wishing he would do it again and again.

Was it even punishment if you were enjoying it?

‘’Mmh, look at that wet pussy.’’ Xavier dipped a finger between your folds, collecting your slick and making you push against his touch, wanting more. ‘’My pretty pussy.’’ He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked all of your slick like it was fucking desert. After cleaning it all up, he released it with a ‘pop’ and you kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue.

Before you could engage in further activities, Xavier rid himself of his black costume and other black clothes. He was getting hot under this all — and his cock was so hard in his pants that it was aching. You wished he had kept his Rave’N attire underneath his costume, but he would've been too recognizable and blood was almost impossible to get out of white clothing.

You ran your hands over his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. His face twisted in discomfort when you reached his shoulders, but you soothed them with kisses while his hands rubbed up and down your hips and thighs.

It was nice to not have to worry about a roommate returning or time. Your roommate asked to be moved to Bianca’s room after Divina’s death to support her in this difficult time and all the adults were too busy cleaning up the bloodbath in the ballroom to do bed check-ups.

‘’Ahh,’’ you gasped when you felt the tip of Xavier’s cock along your folds, wetness pooling between your legs as he teased you. ‘’Keep teasing and Tyler won’t be the only body found unalive in the morning,’’ you warned and nipped at his bottom lip.

Murderous tendencies were part of the Addams family genes. Adding a number to your body-count would bring a grin to your lips.

He sank into you in one smooth thrust, your legs closing on his back and pulling him closer. He was stretching you so good, filling you so good, that the slight pain due to rushing didn’t matter. You moaned loudly, fingernails digging hard into Xavier’s smooth back, almost drawing blood. He didn’t mind it. He actually loved the pain it resonated in his body. It made his pleasure sharper and stronger.

His thrusts got faster and harder, causing the decibels of your moans to rise with your pleasure as he bucked his hips and thrusted in and out of you at a rapid pace. Trying to quiet your sounds, you trailed your lips to his neck and up to his ear to busy them, taking his earlobe between your teeth as you tugged, releasing it only a moment later when he hissed.

You could feel your pussy quivering around him, already so close to coming. One hand moved up to grip his hair, pulling as he

Xavier looked down at you, his eyes burning just like yours and held his knife to your throat while he slammed into you. He wanted to paint that image so he could look at it everyday. ‘’Scream for me.’’

You shook your head, keeping your mouth shut.

He thrusted deeper, the intense pleasure that came from that thrust so intense you almost gave him what he wanted. ‘’Scream. For. Me.’’ He did it again, his thrust almost sending you to your grave.

Back arching and rising from the bed, you cried out, reaching a level of pleasure you never had before.

Eight hours later, Sheriff Galpin's cries were heard all around Nevermore's grounds. His son, Tyler, had not come home last night so Galpin tracked his phone. The app had led him to the academy, confirming that Tyler had not left Nevermore after the Rave'N, and to the perimeting woods. After some arguing with Weems, he searched the woods with his troupe of cops. Unfortunately, the reunion with his son had not been jolly as Tyler was found dead.

Despite the early hour, many students were outside — in their pajamas and slippers —, watching as a coroner rolled Tyler’s body in a black bag, taking him to the morgue.

The morning chill was biting through your thin nightgown and robe, making you shiver. You tried your best to cover your face with a veil of shock like the rest of your classmates, not wanting to wake suspicions.

But Galpin already had his and the first on his list was your dear sister, Wednesday.

‘’You Addams are a plague to this town!’’ the man screamed at your sister, pointing an accusing finger at her over the yellow crime scene ribbon.

‘’Wednesday didn’t do anything,’’ you said, taking Wednesday’s defense. She was innocent and you won’t tolerate Galpin screaming at her of the sort. ‘’She was actually looking for Tyler when the sprinklers splashed paint. I get that you have a grudge against our family — our father precisely —, but don’t accuse my sister or me just so you can have the satisfaction of putting an Addams behind bars. That’s a false allegation and my family won’t stay with our arms crossed if you make that move.’’

The wit on your tongue baffled him — your mother would be proud if she was here.

Wednesday didn’t need your help to defend herself, but she was thankful for you.

‘’You were so terrifyingly sexy when you put Galpin back in his place,’’ Xavier whistled, catching up to you in the academy’s hall. His green eyes were full of lust and if you dared looking down, you would see his semi hidden in his sweatpants.

You smiled. ‘’If there is one thing men have too much, it’s audacity. They will use their position of authority and power against you, but you can’t let them step on you. They need to be knocked down from their pedestal once in a while.’’

‘’Please knock me down from mine.’’

It’s always the most quiet ones that are the freakiest, who have the darkest fantasies. Behind his innocent eyes, Xavier was just as twisted as you.

‘’Xavier?’’ you called as you descended the stairs of the secret library, the portraits of past members of the Nightshade secret society all looking at you. ‘’Xavier? You asked me to meet here at midnight.’’ Your voice echoed through the darkened room and died to a silence.

A frown formed between your eyebrows. Where was he?

‘’Xavier—’’

His name turned into a muffle as a masked figure came out of the shadow and covered your mouth with their hand. You grabbed your attacker's forearms as you were being forcefully guided backward, trying to fight them off, but they were stronger.

Your back hit one of the shelves of the library and a knife was pulled out and pressed against your throat while you looked up into a set of deep black eyes. The cold steel of the blade against your skin made your pulse quicken. You clenched your thighs as your core tightened.

‘’Do you want to play a game?’’

You recognized the voice under the mask.

‘’You're in the wrong movie, mon cheri.’’

Xavier pulled off his mask, a dark look of amusement on his face. ‘’Did I scare you?’’

‘’A Halloween mask?’’ You sniggered. ‘’You're gonna have to work harder than that if you want to scare me. I'm an Addams. We scare people to death.’’ You snatched the mask from Xavier’s grasp. ‘’Where did you get this?’’

‘’I found it in a box.’’ He stepped back and twirled the knife between his fingers with a skilled spin.

You watched with fascinated eyes the way his long fingers held the handle. Heat pooled in your belly as you imagined what he could do with it. And above all, it excited you.

Xavier caught your gaze and raised an eyebrow, realizing with horror and fascination your twisted preferences for knives. Was he even surprised? ‘’Let’s have a little fun, shall we?’’

He took your hand with his other one and sat on a chair posted before a column, probably used as a stool to reach the highest shelves. Slender hands slid under your dress and pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist. Once your delicates were revealed, Xavier kissed right over your panties, making you hum.

‘’Does that feel good, my deadly nightshade?’’

‘’Yes.’’

Xavier switched his mouth for his knife and dragged the cold metal over your panties, its tip very close to your clit. ‘’What about that?’’

You moaned softly, allowing your head to fall back back and exposing the vulnerable column of your throat. One move from that knife and it would be over for you.

After your little tryst, you adjusted your dress and pulled yourself together. You could still feel Xavier's hands on your thighs although he wasn't touching you, your pale skin probably bruised from his strong grip.

‘’It's a shame the Nightshades declined you into the secret society, you would've been a better leader than Bianca,’’ Xavier said, buttoning his pants back.

The mention of Bianca Barclay made sent fury through your body. You were a legacy to the Nightshades society, therefore by default a member, but the self-appointed queen bee had refused to let you in when you requested to. Xavier tried to talk to her, but Bianca’s decision remained the same.

You lifted your eyes to the collection of portraits of past members, lastly falling on your long-deceased ancestor, Goody Addams. The position was yours by blood and one thing about the Addams is that they don’t let others take what belongs to them.

‘’You are right, mon chéri.’’ You turned on your heels, facing Xavier. ‘’The position is mine and I intend to take it. Whatever it takes.’’ The corner of your lips curled into a machiavellian grin. ‘’Interesting thing about bees. Pull out their stingers, they drop dead.’’

Wednesday had turned Enid’s cork board into Ted Bundy’s pinterest board. Goodbye cute polaroid and photobooth strips, hello graphic pictures of the victims’ body injuries. It was both disturbing and fascinating.

‘’I’m sorry for Tyler.’’

Wednesday raised her eyes from the picture she was holding — a selfie of Tyler stolen from one of his social media profiles —, looking at you through her dark lashes. ‘’You don’t care about Tyler.’’ She pinned it to the board, adding it to the list of murders.

‘’But I care about you.’’

That was true.

‘’His death is unfortunate, but I cannot let myself be distracted by my personal emotions. I have to solve this case before anyone else gets murdered.’’ She stepped back, looking at her collage.

‘’Looks like the killer broadened their horizon of targets,’’ you said, your eyes following the pictures and names of your classmates…and then Tyler’s. ‘’Why Tyler?’’

‘’The reason escapes me.’’ Wednesday drew her eyebrows together very subtly. ‘’Until me, Tyler has never been affiliated with any outcasts,’’ she pointed out.

‘’Does that make you the next target?’’

‘’Maybe. Unless Tyler was a pawn. A diversion.’’

After leaving Wednesday's dorm, you needed to find Xavier. Your heart was beating fast as you walked to Hamlet Hall. You didn't think she would piece together so quickly that Tyler was a diversion.

On the initial plan, the next murder was in a few days, but the pace will have to be accelerated if you wanted to complete the plan before Wednesday solved the identity of the person behind the mask. She still had a bit of investigating left to get there, but you couldn’t take risks.

Rowan was the outcast of the outcasts, always looming around school by himself. Getting him alone won’t be difficult. Since he was Xavier's roommate, his daily schedule was given to you on a silver plate.

Every Monday, Rowan had a late session with Dr. Kinbott. His return to the academy was typically around 9pm, but according to Xavier, he never heads straight to his dorm although curfew is close. Instead, he goes to the Nightshades library after hours.

Prior to Rowan’s arrival, Xavier would hide and catch him from behind the way he did when he pranked you with the costume the first time. Only, this time, it won’t be for play. Blood will be spilled.

The only fault in your plan was, neither you or Xavier took into consideration his roommate’s telekinetic abilities and it had been a huge mistake.

As if you had sensed something had gone wrong, you snapped twice and went down to the secret library. You were quiet in the stairs, not wanting to make your presence known.

Your instincts had been right. In the middle of the library, Rowan’s hand was raised and crisped, telekinetically holding Xavier by the throat and pinning him against a wall. Anyone would’ve screamed at him to let him go, but Rowan had caught the masked killer. If you said anything of the sort, he would know straight away that you were working together.

‘’You thought you could get me — kill me.’’ Rowan laughed. ‘’I’m often mistaken for weak because I’m always alone, but tonight I’m gonna be the hero.’’

Using your quick thinking, you scanned the room, looking for a weapon or something to bash Rowan's head to make him snap out of his focus. Telekinesis is controlled with the mind and a loss of focus would free Xavier instantly. But beside a chair, hundreds of books and a ladder, there wasn't much in here.

The corner of your dark coated lips curled when you spotted Xavier's knife on the floor, abandoned. You gave Rowan a last glance before making a quiet run for it, grabbing it and stabbing him in the back. You twisted the knife sharply as blood pooled from his mouth, cutting him mid-sentence.

‘’I'm gonna be the one to take off your mask—’’

His hand fell as his concentration was broken, causing Xavier to fall off the wall and on the ground ungracefully with a pained groan. Rowan tried to speak, but more blood spilled from his mouth — you must have perforated a lung. He quickly started choking on his blood, falling to his knees and down as blood spilled on the floor. His body jerked slightly, but the light left his eyes.

Xavier reported his missing roommate to Wheems in the morning, as if he knew nothing. He told Weems that Rowan hadn’t returned to their dorm after his session with Dr. Kinbott — which was not a lie.

No one suspected a thing.

Unlike the previous murders, not many shed a tear for Rowan when his body was found.

Killing Rowan in the secret library was a direct indicator that the murders were related to the secret society, which sowed fear among the remaining members. Only three of them were left standing — Bianca, Xavier and Ajax.

‘’I need to talk to Xavier,’’ Bianca said in a hushed voice, coming up to him in the quad after class. Her siren eyes shifted to you. ‘’In private.’’

‘’Can it wait?’’ he asked, slowly trailing his eyes up to look at Bianca. ‘’I’ll meet you tonight.’’

Bianca wanted to protest, but she resigned with a sigh. ‘’Tonight,’’ she agreed, throwing herself right into the lion’s mouth.

You shared a knowing look with Xavier across the table after she left. All the pieces were falling into place. Bianca had set herself right into the trap and you didn’t have to come up with a lie to lure her there.

Revenge is a plate better served cold…and with a little blood on the side.

Before Bianca would meet with Xavier in the secret library, you snuck in, put on the ghostface costume and hid in the shadows near some bookshelves.

Welcome to act three.

Until last night, you never had to get your hands dirty. Xavier had been a perfect killing puppet, executing his fellow Nightshades society members one by one without getting caught, but he was busy with the bait tonight, the last victim, so it was your turn to be the masked killer.

You watched Bianca checking her phone every fifteen seconds and getting impatient as she waited for Xavier. She must be thinking you were holding him up or persuaded him not to meet with her. To her eyes, you were corrupting Xavier’s pure heart, but little did she know, her ex-boyfriend wasn’t so pure intentioned. The quiet ones are often the freakiest.

‘’Took you long enough,’’ she complained, raising her eyes when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Xavier had changed out of his uniform, not wanting to risk getting blood on it, knowing what was coming. ‘’Sorry. Rowan’s parents called and they want all of his belongings to be packed for tomorrow.’’

Bianca stepped forward to meet him. ‘’We’re the last members left,’’ she pointed out.

‘’You forgot Ajax.’’

Xavier hated how she always disregarded him. He was more quiet of nature and didn’t mingle with the others much, but he was a member of the Nightshades too.

‘’Right,’’ Bianca quickly brushed off. ‘’You know what this means? We’re next, Xavier.’’ There was a veil of fear in her eyes as she said the last statement. ‘’One of us is the next target of the masked killer. We must stay on our guards.’’

Xavier released a breath. ‘’I know.’’

‘’We need to watch each other's backs. We aren’t just an elite social club, our function is to protect the outcasts from anyone who would harm them, but if there are no Nightshades members left, who will protect them? There's Principal Wheems, but she can't be the only protector of the scho—’’

Her words were cut off by Xavier.

‘’Bianca! Behind you!’’ he warned, seeing the masked killer — you — coming out of the shadow and going for Bianca.

She turned around, terror filling her bones and eyes lighting up striking in fear when they fell on the masked figure. She slowly backed away, but you charged at her.

‘’Xavier, run!’’ she told Xavier, heading to the stairs and attempting to get away, but when they got to the bottom of the stairs, he turned, pulled out his knife and stabbed her to the hilt above the hip.

Bianca choked a pained gasp as the knife went through her unexpectedly. She looked down at Xavier’s hand on the knife, blood seeping through her uniform sweater vest, and flicked her eyes back at Xavier with betrayal and shock.

‘’No.’’ Her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head in disbelief. ‘’No, no. Xavier—’’ He twisted the knife and she choked a cry of pain.

You grinned wildly beneath the mask. ‘’Welcome to the third act, bitch,’’ you said, taking off your mask and revealing yourself.

‘’Hello, Bianca. Surprised?’’ You twirled your clean knife in your hand, watching as Xavier tied her to the chair.

‘’Of you? No. Of Xavier?’’ She hissed as he tied the rope around her, feeling it press on her injury. ‘’How could you do this?’’

You laughed silently. ‘’Sometimes we think we know people, but we really don’t.’’

‘’All done,’’ Xavier stated, tying the last knot and stepping back.

‘’I bet you forced him into this. Xavier would never—’’

‘’He’s not the innocent little boy you think he is. I’m the mastermind behind this, but Xavier helped me plan out everything. The order of the murders, how each victim would die and when — everything. He even suggested being the one getting his hands dirty.’’ You shifted your eyes to Xavier. ‘’Right, mon cheri?’’

He crossed the distance to you in a few steps, a twisted grin on his lips. ‘’The ones we trust the most are the ones who end up stabbing us in the back. You should know that,’’ he told Bianca.

Xavier placed his hands around your waist as he planted a kiss to the back of your hand. Since the day you met at a funeral when you were little, you knew that you were meant to be together. He would die for you. He would kill for you. Like Bonnie and Clyde, you had each other’s backs. But unlike those fools, you both wouldn’t die in the end.

‘’Do you know why these murders started, Bianca?’’ She gave you a clueless look. ‘’You.’’

A deep frown creased on her forehead. ‘’Me?’’

‘’Remember that day you refused me into your secret social club and turned everyone into voting me out? I didn’t like that.’’

‘’That’s your motive? Because I didn’t accept you into our social club?’’

She was belittling your feelings, and it made your blood boil in your veins. ‘’My parents were both members, my mother was the club leader in her days. I’m a direct descendant of the founder. I had every right to be a member!’’ Your voice echoed in the small library, sharp and loud.

You reached the wall where the picture frame of your mother and father hung, frightfully beautiful in their younger days. Your fingertips grazed the frame. Yours will be on that wall too one day.

‘’So I decided to take back what’s mine, to take revenge and eliminate everyone who voted me out,’’ you explained, turning on your heels to face your last victim. ‘’Yoko ended up being the first victim. I noticed she would go hunting in the woods every other Monday to feed on wild animals, so Xavier caught her at her vulnerable time. We needed something not too brutal, but just enough to shock so I came up with the idea of hooking her to the tree in the quad. I apologize to the poor soul who found her. Must be traumatized.’’

It was still unknown who found Yoko in the quad. Something to do with underage anonymity.

You pursued. ‘’Then, Kent. I knew he was looking for some boy action, so I created a fake account on a dating app and planned a meeting in the woods during the harvest festival. Easy target. Divina was Xavier’s idea.’’ Your eyes shifted to Xavier’s. ‘’Gutting her like a fish was side splitting.’’

Horror covered Bianca’s face as you explicitly went on about the murders of her friends. ‘’You’re crazy.’’

You walked over to her and tipped her chin up with the tip of your knife. ‘’Oh, you have no idea.’’

She moved her face away to glance at Xavier, somehow still thinking she could have him on her side. ‘’She's ruining your life, Xavier. You're gonna go to prison.’’

‘’What if it’s what I want?’’ His words took her by surprise. ‘’When I'm gonna get arrested, I'm going to plead guilty and take the blame for the murders. It's gonna ruin my father's life. My face is gonna be on every news report or newspapers — the world is gonna know my name. This scandal is gonna shatter my father's career by ruining the family name’s reputation. I'm gonna become famous, I’m gonna overshadow him and become the most known Thorpe.’’

Xavier’s hand slowly clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white at the thought of his father. God, he despised the man. He wanted to shove that knife so far into his skin while he screamed and watch the blood gush out from his—

He didn’t notice his nails digging into his palm, drawing blood until Bianca started to talk.

‘’For a proclaimed serial killer, you’re not that bright. You just told me your whole plan. I know the truth and I won’t let you get away with murder.’’ Her words had bite, but her threats were harmless.

You cooed. ‘’You thought you were going to live?’’ Your laugh rang in her ears. ‘’Come on, Bianca, the killer never reveals their plan without getting rid of the witnesses.’’

‘’W-what are you gonna do to me?’’

Since you’ve known Bianca, you’ve never heard her stutter. Until now.

It made you squirm with excitement.

‘’I've long thought about it. Should I take her out like Divina? It was magnificent, but where's the originality in repeating a previous murder? Let's take it a step further. Sirens are supposed to be royalty.’’ Your footsteps echoed around you as you paced, talking mainly to yourself. “What if I sliced the self appointed queen bee’s little throat?” you asked, pulling the knife to your throat and dragging it across, a sadistic smile formed on your lips.

Her eyes watched on, deeply scared, not knowing what you would do.

Your eyes locked with the siren that was trying to unfree herself. “You aren’t going to get anywhere, but please keep going, it’s very entertaining.”

Bianca gritted her teeth. “Screw you.”

It was Xavier’s turn to laugh.

Blood gushed out as the blade of the knife sliced through Bianca’s throat from behind. Her eyes were wide as she took giant gasping breaths through her severed windpipe, gargling blood and coughing.

A wicked grin curled on your lips as you watched, squirming with excitement. Slitting someone’s throat is a beautifully gruesome thing to see.

After a few seconds, her head fell forward, signaling she had lost consciousness.

Goodbye Bianca.

While Xavier was setting up the scene, you headed to your dorm…and came nose to nose with Wednesday.

‘’I need to speak to you about something of high importance,’’ she declared, holding her investigating notebook in her arms. ‘’Immediately.’’

You let her inside your dorm and closed the door.

‘’I believe I've cracked the identity of the masked killer. Take a seat, sister. You'll need one.’’

There was no way that she would crack it correctly, yet her eyes glimmered — Wednesday loved a good murder mystery.

“I was looking for you, so I sent Thing to see if you were with Xavier at his dorm, but when he got to the window, he saw the mask on his bed.”

The muscles in your face fought, trying to keep a straight face. Although Wednesday knew to keep secrets, you weren't sure if you could trust her with this one. The stakes were too high.

So you just sat there and listened to what your dear sister had to say.

“Xavier?’’ A disbelieved laugh left your lips. ‘’No, Wednesday—”

“It must be hard to hear that your beloved murdered our classmates, but Xavier is the killer behind the mask. You know, looking back it all makes sense.’’ She opened her notebook, well prepared. “Everything aligns.”

You watched as she turned pages, trying to find what she needed as proof.

“Remember after Kent’s murder your words: ‘Don’t you guys watch horror movies?’ played in my head,” Wednesday said, aggressively hitting the pages with her index finger. “The murders were all done from horror movies.” You watched the poor notebook being abused; if Wednesday pressed any harder, she would either break her finger...or the notebook in her hand.

She went on, pages crumpling and turning until she had reached the end and shut it closed with a loud slam. You've never underestimated your sister's investigating talent, it was only a question of time until she solved the puzzle and settled her accusatory finger on Xavier.

A laugh broke through your lips as you slow-clapped your hands together. ‘’Well done, Wednesday. But Xavier is not the mastermind behind the murders.’’

‘’I know. They plan came from you!’’

For the first time, you questioned if anyone would be able to hear your conversation if they were walking by. There was rarely anyone in the corridors at this hour, but better be careful than having someone hearing and spilling to Sheriff Galpin.

You walked up to your vanity, picking up the necklace your mother gifted you before leaving Nevermore. ‘’Mother would be proud. I orchestrated my first murder.’’ You glanced back at Wednesday. ‘’And unlike you, I didn’t fail,’’ you pointed out with a haughty smug look.

Wednesday’s eyes soften for a second before sucking in a breath between her teeth. ‘’Please don’t remind me of that embarrassing moment.’’

A proud smile broke across both the Addams sisters' faces. No one but you and Wednesday were allowed to torment Pugsley. Those jocks should've known who's door they were barking at when they picked on your brother.

‘’Now, what?’’ Wednesday asked.

‘’Xavier is in the secret library with Ajax and Bianca's body.’’

‘’Body?’’

You hummed casually. ‘’Yeah, her stinger needed to be pulled. She was standing in my way.’’

‘’Holy shit. Bianca!’’ Ajax hurried over, seeing the siren’s slit throat and blood all over her front. ‘’What happened? Is she…dead?’’

Wasn’t the blood pouring out of her slit throat enough of a giver?

Xavier ran a hand through his hair, as if he was freaking out. ‘’I found her like that,’’ he explained, lying through his teeth.

He hated lying to his best friend, but he didn’t want to implicate Ajax. He was just there as a body witness.

‘’We have to alert Principal Weems…and Sheriff Galpin and—’’ Ajax spoke frantically while pacing. ‘’We need to do something, we are the only ones left. Oh my god, are we next?’’ Color washed from his face, terrified to die.

Xavier stepped back and something slipped from his pocket and fell on the floor. The knife.

Ajax's eyes darted to the floor and then the knife. There were specks of dried blood on it, an immediate telling that it was the incriminating weapon.

Weeks after Xavier's arrest for the Nevermore murders, you took control of the Nightshades society and built it back. Wednesday joined, and Ajax convinced you to take Enid. Under her pink aesthetic, she was actually a ferocious wolf...after wolfing out.

The society could use more members, but you decided to keep a small committee.

You told your parents the truth about the murders. As expected, your mother was very proud of your well executed plan. Addams blood ran in your veins without a doubt.

The school year ended, and the trial came.

Heartbroken parents were present in the courtroom, seeking revenge and justice for taking their children's life. Yoko’s father wanted to drain his body until he had no pulse, Kent and Divina’s parents cried during the whole trial, and Sheriff Galpin wanted his head on a silver platter. Bianca’s mom and Rowan’s dad were there too.

You sat with your family in the row behind Xavier during the trial. He looked good in a suit. You wanted to jump over the barrier and smash your mouth on his. It’s been so long since your last kiss.

Xavier’s father sat on the same row, wishing he would be anywhere but here. As predicted, the accusations made the world-famous psychic fall from his fame. Xavier’s face was everywhere — in the newspapers, gossip magazines, social media. Vincent Thorpe was forced to step down and play a low profile for a while.

Ignoring his lawyer's advice, Xavier pleaded guilty to all crimes, condemning himself to a mandatory life-sentence in a federal prison with no chance of parole until twenty years.

His father was pissed.

A small part of you felt guilty for coming out of the courtroom scuff free while your beloved got a life-sentence.

‘’Worry not, my little rain cloud, we’ll get him out of there,’’ Gomez promised once in the car, out of the journalists’ ears.

You removed your sunglasses and glanced at the black diamond ring on your finger — a birthday gift from Xavier. Worry not, mon cheri, I will be coming for you.

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writing-rat · 1 year ago

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Competitive No More

Pairing: Bianca x Reader x Wednesday

Requesed by: @iamthewoe

Content Warning: Double Penetration, Both Wednesday and Bianca have a dick, cat reader, you have a tail, restrained

Summary: Wednesday and Bianca both want you when Wednesday has a proposition.

Word Count: 1481

Wednesday and Bianca were more competitive. People could tell from how they acted with each other. Where there were insults, there were glares and growls at each other instead. They were clearly disagreeing over something and no one knew what. It wasn’t about the top place in fencing as Wednesday and Bianca were actually tied. They thought it had to do with how one wanted to be the best, however, both girls were content staying tied, in fact, it was better for both of them.

No, only the Nightshades knew the only reason for the fighting. It was over one certain student, their name being Y/N. This led to how you were currently with Enid, just talking to her and smiling as your cat tail was swaying about happily Bianca and Wednesday were staring, then glaring at each other before Wednesday was thinking. “Why don’t we share them?” she asked. Bianca looked over quickly at Wednesday, shock in her eyes. “What do you mean?” she asked curiously, tilting her head with a soft smirk. “You date them, I date them too. Isn’t that simple enough for your small fish brain?” Wednesday sassed out. Bianca then shrugged and thought. “It’ll just be like our fencing title. That’s shared,” Wednesday added.

“Alright, but we get to share them equally, got it?” Bianca asked, Wednesday nodded.

It was 3 weeks after agreeing to share, and one had yet to ask. They were both scared to ask you out, so they decided to not ask yet. Wednesday didn’t want to seem pathetic, and Bianca was scared of rejection. You were currently in class with the 2, staring at the teacher as you listened to her. “Now, partner up into groups of 3. You will be working on a presentation for a week, talking about dangerous plants,” the teacher spoke. Just as you got up, Bianca and Wednesday were already by your side. “We will work with you,” Wednesday stated as Bianca nodded with a smirk.

“Yeah, just want to make sure you pass,” Bianca nonchalantly said as she grabbed her bag. “Want to go to my room to do the presentation? Divina practically lives with Yoko now so it’s free,” Bianca asked.

Shocked by having 2 partners already, you nodded with a small smile. You wondered why some of the most popular people in the school wanted to work with you when you were practically nothing, well, minus one of the only cat people there. You walked with both of them as they spoke, your tail swaying and your ears back, not wanting to interrupt the 2. You knew that Wednesday and Bianca could be cruel after all if they were interrupted. “So, Y/N, how are you today?” Bianca asked after a little chat with Wednesday, both realising you weren’t contributing quickly. You, meanwhile, blinked in shock at them talking to you but you didn’t say anything about that. “I am doing good,” you spoke politely. “You?” you added on quickly.

“Dreadful,” Wednesday before Bianca smirked.

“She’s doing good I promise, same as me,” she spoke before you were at the Siren’s dorm. You knew from the house you were in and also you knew where Bianca stayed. Wednesday walked in first, you following then Bianca behind you, closing the door.

Just as quickly as you had entered, you were pinned down against Bianca, who was holding your hips while Wednesday held your shoulders and smirked. “I can't resist it anymore,” she spoke before she kissed your neck gently. Bianca meanwhile kissed the other side. “W-what?” you practically moaned out.

“You don’t know how much we both wanted you, that’s why we were fighting for a few weeks. We agreed to share you though, if you want,” Bianca spoke, her hands starting to stroke your tail. Moaning, you gasped and arched your back as you were nodding, feeling how Wednesday was pressing her bulge against your thigh while Bianca’s was against your ass. Bianca grinded against you as she kissed your neck. You had a feeling your underwear wouldn’t be saved after this experience. “Words baby,” Bianca mumbled as Wednesday groped your breast suddenly.

“Please, I want you both,” you obeyed like a dog, Bianca’s hand stroking your tail faster as you whimpered and whine, cumming just from that admittedly and you knew that both of them knew. They looked at you like wolves looking at prey, which made you even more turned on. “Strip,” Wednesday demanded, Bianca went over to her bed and got a pair of handcuffs out while Wednesday also joined her. You did as told, quickly taking off your jacket, shirt, tie, bra, underwear and skirt as you neatly put them in the corner.

“Bed, now,” Bianca added on to the commands. You quickly lay down, Wednesday approaching you with a set of handcuffs. She roughly grabbed your hands and put them around the bedframe, before putting them on. You were now trapped on the bed. “The safeword is pineapple,” Bianca stated as she was walking over to her. “One in her mouth, the other in her pussy?” Bianca asked. Wednesday nodded. “I want to use her mouth first,” Wednesday stated and Bianca nodded before she was going between your legs. Wednesday meanwhile tilted your head and was standing. You licked her dick gently before Bianca was rubbing your clit, wanting to ease you into it as she was being gentle, rubbing your pussy with her other fingers, trying to make sure that she could insert a finger in first. You were sucking Wednesday’s dick meanwhile, moaning as you were licking and sucking her tip before taking in a few more inches. Wednesday let out a light groan as she let you take your time at first. She liked the vibrations of your moans on her dick.

Eventually, Bianca entered a finger inside of you which caused you to let out a louder, muffled moan. You kept sucking Wednesday, who was slowly starting to thrust into your mouth. You allowed it though, wanting to pleasure both of the girls as you were starting to let them take control. “She’s taking you so well, hm?” Bianca teased, thrusting her finger in, slowly and gently. “Yes, she is taking it better than anyone ever will. Might have to keep her,” Wednesday grunted out before she was fully thrusting it into your mouth. You gagged a few times but kept taking it as Bianca had entered 3 fingers at that point. She concluded it was enough before she entered into her. You moaned as you opened your legs wider before she wrapped them around herself as she was going to be able to enter deeper. She was halfway in, however, slowly entering more and more. Wednesday soon came into your mouth before she pulled out, giving you the choice to spit it out or swallow. You proceeded to swallow it, moaning louder when Bianca was soon thrusting inside you, fully in and noticing you were distracted.

“Fuck,” you moaned out louder as you threw your head back. Bianca smirked as Wednesday thought. “Ever tried double penetration?” she asked both of you. “No,” you moaned out nervously. “I can try,” you added quickly.

“Let’s give it a shot then, huh baby?” Bianca asked. You nodded as Wednesday smirked, soon entering inside of you as Bianca stopped her movements just to help her enter inside. Wednesday eventually was fully inside too before Bianca smirked. “Rough and fast immediately,” Wednesday spoke, they seemingly had planned this. Bianca smirked, holding your hip with one hand and the other rubbing your clit while Wednesday groped at your beasts and rubbed your nipples. You were gasping as you were gripping the bed sheets, practically ripping them as you were arching your back. Bianca and Wednesday were in perfect rhythm and pace as you couldn’t even open your eyes due to the pleasure. They smirked as they noticed that before they were both kissing each other, Wednesday removed one hand from your breast and instead groped Bianca’s breast. Bianca stopped holding your hip and rubbed Wednesday’s ass as they kept going. You couldn’t help it as they were hitting your g-spot before you came on both of their dicks. Bianca and Wednesday smirked as they kissed, and after a few more thrusts, they sped up.

They were whispering to each other before they came at the same time, as you were panting. Slowly they pulled out before they looked down at you. “Need some water and food?” Bianca asked.

“Just cuddles,” you mumbled out. Bianca looked at Wednesday who nodded. “We can have food and water tomorrow,” Wednesday confirmed before getting into bed and holding you gently. Bianca meanwhile went behind you too and held the both of you, smiling.

“Goodnight,” she spoke and kissed your forehead as Wednesday was nuzzled into your neck. You smiled, quickly falling asleep.

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itsmehemma · 1 year ago

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kent x reader

Reader(who's very pretty) is new to school and has kind of Enid personality. Like outgoing and etc.

⋄°∙✧ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

• Nevermore Academy, your home away from home.

• You had transferred from a private outcast academy, because your parents believed that a normal high school experience would be a nice change.

• You liked the uniform, it was comfortable. Your roommate was super sweet, and you had already been invited out by a small group from your botany class.

• You loved going out, and Jericho was absolutely beautiful in the fall. You adored dressing up and walking through the small town, visiting the many shops and getting a latte from the Weathervane.

• Your first few days at Nevermore Academy were.. interesting to say the least. It was nothing like the fancy and pristine halls of your old school. You often ran into people or walked into the wrong classroom. It took a while for you to adjust.

• The small group that had invited you to hang out consisted of sirens and a vampire: Bianca, Divina, Kent, and Yoko. They were popular throughout the school, and you were lucky that they warmed up to you.

• The one person that stuck out to you was the only boy in the group: Kent. You both had a few classes together: Botany, Math, and History. He was way smarter than people gave him credit for, and he was a great singer.

• When the time came for you all to meet up at the Weathervane, you noticed a familiar attention from your peers. You were half-normie, half-vampire, and you were a sight to behold. You were pretty, intelligent, and incredibly sweet. It didn’t help that you also drew attention to yourself as you were very outspoken and outgoing, not to mention a bit loud.

• When you met up with the group, Kent could not take his eyes off of you. You looked absolutely stunning. You liked Kent, he was a great guy, and he was good looking too. Not that you cared about looks, but that was a plus.

• After a few weeks of spending time together in a group, you decided to take the bold move of asking him out : it would be just the two of you.

• It obviously came as a surprise to Kent, he wasn’t used to attractive people coming up to him, spontaneously asking him to go get ice cream with them. Despite the spontaneous offer, he didn’t decline and was indeed happy to go out with you, even if it was for a short time.

. ° •

hi guys!! it’s definitely been a while since I’ve last been on here :,( I kind of forgot about my Tumblr because of schoolwork and whatnot, I’m grateful to have you guys here with me still!! expect new little drabbles for different fandoms soon!!

- emma 💟

#wednesday #kent fisher #kent wednesday #nevermore #headcanons #kent x reader #siren song #i am so tired

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nacho475 · 5 months ago

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Xavier Thorpe x Female (Mermaid) Reader

Plot Summary: You are the prettiest mermaid and siren who attends Nevermore and you are dating Xavier the tortured artist and he falls in love with you, he witnesses you being bullied by Bianca and her siren group, hope you love this story❤️

“You felt like an outcast like you didn’t belong with the other sirens or anyone from your peer groups and you felt you couldn’t trust anyone to discuss your problems to at your new school at Nevermore except for Xavier who was your closet friend there. One day you fled from Nevermore and back to Jericho River forever and never came back and this broke your heart but it was the only way you wouldn’t feel broken it was your real home.”

“Bianca Kent and Divina were sitting and chatting at a picnic table. “Y/N would never fit in with us, she’s not as beautiful as you and I am I right Divina?”Bianca said. “Y/N? Absolutely not” Divina said giggling. “Yeah she’s a joke and she can’t even hold a proper key in singing at our choir meetings” Kent added. Xavier overheard their conversation and this angered him hearing both girls and Kent talk bad about you like that because you guys are close friends so he went to confront them. It broke his heart knowing you were being bullied by them so he did something about it. “Hey! What did you say about y/n?!” Hey bro mind your own business Kent said “No! I overheard you guys talking garbage about y/n” Xavier said angrily. “What’s it to you?” Divina asked. “Yeah, do you have a crush on her?” Kent said. This caused Xavier’s face to turn red and blush. “I think he does” Bianca taunted. “Shut up Bianca!” Xavier said then he left to go find you.”

“It was finally sundown and Xavier searched the woods for you. “Y/N?! Where are you?!” Xavier called but there was no answer. He walked deeper into the forest until he made it out and that’s when he saw you sitting on the docks so he ran to you and sat down next to you. “What are you doing out here sweetheart?” He asked. You had your head down crying. “What’s wrong y/n?” Me! You said. “No honey there is nothing wrong with you, you’re so beautiful” No I’m not, ever since I started attending Nevermore Bianca and her friends have been bullying me everyday and she tells me all the time that I will never fit in with her and the other sirens. “I know I heard her conversation earlier with her friends and that’s not true about you at all, she is just jealous of how beautiful you are and ever since our breakup she is still insecure and takes it out on us” Xavier said.”

“You continued crying from insecurity and that’s when you felt Xavier’s arms wrap around you. “Shh hush baby it’s okay I’m here for you” his voice was so soft and soothing. “I love you for exactly who you are I don’t care that you are different from the rest of the mermaids, you are very special to me dear please don’t change. You are the most beautiful mermaid out of all of them and I would rather spend the rest of my life and moments with you darling” Xavier told you. “You mean that?” You asked “Of course” Xavier said then he put his hand underneath your chin lifting your face to meet his eyes then he kissed your lips and you shut your eyes and you both locked lips then parted them then he cupped both you’re cheeks with both his hands and softly stroking them then he ran his hand across your tail gently while smiling at you. “Do you like that? Your tail is so pretty sweetheart and you are the prettiest thing in the world” Xavier told you, “Thanks” you said blushing. “I love you so much beautiful” he whispered “I love you too” you said.”

The End

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wlfhrdlover · 2 years ago

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Hello can you do a Ajax petropolus reader when the reader is badass with a sword and and stick but she is attacked by too much normie so he defend her and also stone the main/ leader they aren’t together yet. But they know they love each other (well more Ajax side, he knows) please 🐍✨👑

HEY!! Of course! I also want to apologize because I always write your requests but I get a creativity block in the middle of it EVERY DAMN TIME.

I don't know if you'll like it because I had no idea of how to write it but I really hope you like it </3

THE ARCHER.

Ajax Petropolus x fem!Addams!reader

summary: being an Addams were never easy, Y/N knew that way too well.

WARNINGS! bullying, violence and kinda gory themes.

A/N: I actually hate it, because it made sense in my head but idk if it came like I expected, I'm so sorry 😭

Combat, I'm ready for combat.

Y/N Addams, the sister of the talk of Nevermore, Wednesday Addams.

Not much different from her sister, Y/N was confident with a sharp tongue, but opposed from Wednesday's personality, Y/N was kind and a whole sunshine with the ones she cared about.

When she entered Nevermore with Wednesday, everyone noticed the difference between the two, while Wednesday couldn't even tolerate the air of Jericho, Y/N was open for changes and excited about the idea of making new friends.

Y/N just like her sister, loved morbid things, her favorite one though was the sword, since young age Gomez Addams taught her how to use a sword, she loved fencing or having her little battles with Pugsley.

Oddly enough, Y/N conquered on gaining Bianca Barclay's friendship, the siren carried a sour face when the Addams won their duel in fencing, but after a sweet smile and an apology for it, Bianca surrendered and asked for tips.

Which Y/N happily gave to her.

Since then, everyone talked about Y/N Addams and her opposite personality from her sister.

Through their first year, even though it was bumpy and rough, Y/N made friends, royal and real friends.

Enid Sinclair, Bianca Barclay, Yoko Tanaka, the Siren Twins – Kent and Divina –, Xavier Thorpe, Ajax Petropolus.

They all were pleasant to have Y/N by their side, along with her sister of course, even if Wednesday didn't said it out loud, everyone knew that she appreciated everything Y/N did for her, Y/N was the only one who truly understood her.

But Ajax.

Oh, Ajax.

The boy was whipped for the 'badass' girl, he loved everything about her, how she would snap to anyone who dared to say a thing about her friends or her family, how she would ace every duel in fencing classes, how she was simply her.

Everyone knew they both held feelings for each other, it was clear as crystal how they would look at each other and open goofy smiles, the softened glares they held whenever they spotted each other across the school, they were just scared to admit it.

I say I don't want that, but what if I do?

They both held broken hearts, Ajax after being rejected way too many times because he was a gorgon and Y/N because she was Y/N.

But these feelings were nothing compared to Y/N's greatest fear.

They all could see right through her.

Wednesday were a specialist in this case, she always knew when Y/N was lying, sad, angry... even if she tried so hard to not express it.

For Wednesday, her sister were simply a piece of glass, one that she could see right through it and knew when it was starting to break, that's why she always made sure that her sister was okay and protected her at all costs.

Even if she never showed it at all.

That's what lead the girl to the present moment.

Y/N stared at her wooden carved miniature knife, it wasn't a weapon, just something she did for fun.

Dragging the knife through the wood, she recalled her last trip on Jericho.

'— HEY, CREEPY SHIT!- a normie shouted and Y/N ignored it, walking straight to her destination, before someone jumped in front of her.

— Where you going freak?- the boy smirked and she turned around, facing other three normies.

— What the fuck do you want?- she said between teeth.

— That's not very nice of you- one of them pouted and Y/N rolled her eyes.

— Nevermore students are not welcomed here, did you know that?- he said and pushed the girl.

— Dude, don't mess with me- she glared.

— Or what? Are you going to turn me into a mouse?- he laughed.

— Fuck off- you pushed him back.

He came to you fuming.'

'cause cruelty wins in the movies.

Even throwing the last punch, Y/N didn't left without bruises and a bloodied nose, she was pretty sure that she pissed the boys and that dread feeling started to follow her around.

— Found you!- her worst fear came true, Ajax smiled while walking to her.

— Hey Jax, what's up?- she asked and the boy sat on her side.

— You good? Didn't saw you in fencing today, it's the only class you never ditched, your sister is fuming around- he frowned and Y/N tried to not look tense, but Ajax could see how her shoulders stiffened and her mouth opened like she wanted to say something.

I've got hundred thrown out speeches I almost said to you.

— Oh right, just got lost in time- she smiled, Ajax stared at her.

— Yeah... right- he raised a brow- You sure about that?

— Yeah, of course! I'm gonna talk with Wednesday later, you coming with me for class?- she raised to her feet and slipped her knife in her boot.

— Oh! Yeah! Totally, Xavier will kill me if I miss this class today anyways- he laughed and the girl smiled.

— Oh I heard about it, our artist is coming for your ass if you ditch again, because I heard that you're the one who forgot that you two had an essay together last week- she teased and Ajax groaned.

— He told you that? Oh come on, it was just one time!- he laughed and took her hand like always.

— Yeah, that one time that happened for a whole month?- she nudged the boy.

Ajax forgot his worries for a minute and just admired the girl.

For those who saw from outside, they swore that the two were a couple, the gorgon and the Addams were completely oblivious if they didn't noticed the love they exhaled whenever they were together.

It was nauseous, according to Wednesday.

Later that day, Y/N were having her sword practices in the forest like always, she just needed to clear her mind and pull her mask again, the one that it was starting to slip.

She never mentioned to her friends and sister how people would choose her to pick one, Wednesday was rough and ten times more skilled than her, so it was easier to aim into Y/N, the one that even though knew how to throw a punch, never got to really hurt someone like Wednesday.

Easy they come, easy they go.

The whispers and laughs always clouded her brain but she always tried to slip into under the carpet, they were just stupid human beings anyways, it wasn't worthy.

I jump from the train, I ride off alone.

But sometimes it got on her skin and she would suffer the consequences of it, like the last trip.

The bruises and cuts pained her, really, they were all tall and tough guys versus one person.

If it was Wednesday, she wouldn't be wincing and crying because of it.

I never grew up, it's getting so old.

— Pathetic- Y/N whispered and attacked the poor tree again, she sighed and took off her jacket, she looked at the bruises and rolled her eyes- Wednesday would be laughing at your face in times like this- she muttered and went back to attacking the tree.

Her thoughts suddenly trailed to Ajax, what would he think of her if he saw her crying over something so idiotic?

Help me hold onto you.

— Oh look who we have here boys- her eyes widened when she heard the voice of one of the normies.

— What the fuck- she whispered and turned around, gripping tightly on her stick, the one she used for trainings so she wouldn't break her sword accidentally.

— I didn't liked the scar you gave me, not a bit- the boy groaned and her eyes darted to his scarred cheek- So guess what? I brought some of my friends to help me- he smirked.

6 boys emerged from behind the trees.

— That's unfair, a coward move, I'm one and you're seven, I don't think this is a fair way to fight- Y/N said with her emotionless face, even though the fear were bubbling up on her brain.

— Did you really think that I would come here without protection? You just happened to be here!- he laughed.

The Addams brought her stick closer, her knuckles almost white with the force she held, they all laughed.

— You really think you can beat us up with this?- he asked.

I've been the archer.

— I had nothing with me earlier and you and your friends have bruises, I don't think you can think so low of me like this- she said with confidence, but inside she was praying that someone would find her right now.

I've been the prey.

Ajax paced in the hallway, sighing he knocked on Enid's door.

— Ajax! Can I help you?- the werewolf smiled.

— Hey Enid, is Wednesday here?- he sighed and the girl frowned.

— Hey Willa! Ajax wants to see you- Enid let the boy walk in.

— Speak- Wednesday said and put her book down.

— Sorry Wednesday, but have you seen Y/N? It's been hours since our last class and she completely vanished- the boy panicked.

Who could ever leave me, darling?

— She was supposed to be here for now, her sword time always lasts 1 hour- Wednesday said and took her boots.

— WHAT??- Ajax widened his eyes.

— Hurry, she is in the woods and by her lateness, she must be in danger- Wednesday said and pulled out a knife, Enid ran to get it from her hands- It's my sister, if someone or something dared to scratch her knee it should die- she glared at Enid.

— Seriously Wednesday, you need to stop this! How many knifes you have hidden?- Enid panicked and Wednesday ignored her, stuffing the item inside of her boot.

— Fuck it! Come on you two!- Ajax ran through the door.

But who could stay?

— Hey Ajax, found Y/N?- Kent smiled to the boy who ignored him and ran even faster, the sire frowned and next saw Enid running behind Wednesday who was stomping quickly- Did he fucked up or something?- he asked but again was ignored by the two- Dude what the fuck- he whined.

Ajax pushed the branches while he ran through the forest.

— Y/N?- he shouted and finally heard something, his heart raced, he followed the sound.

Dark side, I search for your dark side.

— STOP IT! YOU FUCKING FUCK!- he heard Y/N shouting and he quickened his pace.

— Y/N!- he shouted again.

He pushed some leaves away and his eyes widened at the sight, the group circling the girl who had blood everywhere and used a wood stick to get one of them out from her.

Ajax quickly ran and pushed the boys hardly.

— WHAT THE FUCK MAN!- he screamed angrily, he went behind Y/N and pulled the girl to him, she stumbled but held his shirt, her hands trembling in fear and pain.

— Oh great! Another freak!- one of them laughed and Y/N tried to get even closer to Ajax's body, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

But what if I'm all right, right here?

— Hey, don't touch her again, got it?- Ajax said between teeth.

— Or what?- he smirked and went to pull Y/N again, the girl panicked and Ajax quickly covered her eyes and pulled out his beanie.

The boy stoning in place, all the others quickly covering their eyes.

— I said to don't touch her- he said slowly and covered his snakes.

— Who is next?- Wednesday's voice echoed, her pupils darkened, she held a knife and a cruel smirk on her face.

— Shit!- all of them quickly ran away and Ajax slowly let go of Y/N and looked at her in worry.

The girl had cuts and dark bruises all around her body and face, the so shiny eyes he loved completely fogged in fear.

— Y/N?- he whispered and she looked up.

'cause they see right through me, they see right through me.

Her eyes slowly watered up while she saw how worried Ajax looked at her.

Can you see right through me?

— Hey sweetheart...- he whispered so gently while kneeling down as her legs started to fail.

They see right through. They see right through me.

She looked around and Wednesday were looking at her, something came in her eyes.

Worry.

— Y/N, what happened?- she asked and let go of the knife, kneeling in front of her sister.

I see right through me.

Than everything hit Y/N all at once, her head was screaming at her, how could she be so weak?

All the king's horses and all the king's men.

She tried so hard to not let the tears go, but looking at her sister in front of her who were really starting to panic while analyzing the girl, she broke down.

Couldn't put me together again.

— I'm sorry- she whispered and they all looked at her.

— Sorry? Why are you sorry love? You did nothing wrong- Ajax pushed the hair out of her face, not caring about the blood that dirtied his clothes.

— I'm so weak- she whispered- If I was like Wednesday, it wouldn't...- Wednesday quickly cut her.

— Don't you dare to complete this sentence- she said in all seriousness- You and me know very well that battles need to be clean and fair, this one was full of dirtiness and cowardice, even the dead know that fact- she wiped the tears away from Y/N's face- They were seven, you were one, does this sound like a fair battle for you?- she asked.

— No, but...- Wednesday glared and she immediately stopped.

— There is no 'but's' Y/N, by their faces though, I know that you fought back and you fought good- she smirked- You're an Addams, no Addams go down without throwing the last punch, that's what our father said- she said and Y/N smiled softly.

Their eyes were aimed towards the sound of something breaking, Enid kicked the rocks of once a head of a boy.

Their eyes widened in surprise.

Enid turned and her face went red.

— What? He was a coward! And I don't like people who hurt Y/N, we can just... you know? Use his dust as... fertilizer? Imagine it works like bone meal? You know? Minecraft and everything...- she smiled sheepishly.

You smiled and couldn't help but let out a laugh.

Who could stay?

Ajax cleaned Y/N's face with a wet cloth, his eyes always searching her just to make sure she was still there with him.

— You know, I thought you were a complete badass in the woods today- he whispered cautiously- I always thought you were a badass but... I don't know man, seeing you beat someone with a wood stick it's... really amazing- he said.

— He was asking for it, let's be honest- she said and he chuckled.

— Yeah, he totally was- Ajax looked at her arms- How long?- he asked.

— What?- the girl whispered.

— I... well, let's be honest, we all noticed how your eyes and face changed whenever we went to Jericho or someone passed by us here in Nevermore... so.. how long they've been treating you like this?- he asked.

— Oh- was the only thing that left her mouth- You know... everyone is scared of Wednesday, it was always like this, no one mess with Wednesday but you can mess with Y/N, it's not like she will do something- she whispered and Ajax listened close- At first, you ignore it, but then... it really starts to get on your skin, your brain, your thoughts, it starts to get to you- Ajax put the cloth down and stepped close to the girl.

He was right between her legs so he had an easy access for her wounds and could properly treat them.

— I just thought that... I don't know, if I was more like Wednesday nothing would've happened and I wouldn't have worried you, Weds, our friends...- she trailed.

— Now, it's where you stop because you're speaking nonsense- Ajax sighed- Y/N, you're like the strongest person I've ever met! You're so cool and... you know, you! I mean, you managed to be Bianca's friend and we all agree that this is a really hard thing to do- he joked and they both chuckled- Don't think so low of yourself, you're the one who knows how to handle every single sword, knife and pointy things around the world- you smiled- But you achieved like, the most impossible things in the world like, melting Wednesday's heart or making Enid kill someone, because you're you!- he caressed her soft skin.

— I don't need a Wednesday in my life, I need a Y/N, my Y/N, my girl, the one I've always trusted and liked- he smiled- I need you, you don't need to change for anyone, because I promise, I will always be there to protect you from now on- he kissed her forehead.

Y/N smiled and leaned on his touch, her arms circling his waist while he did the same with her, they simply stayed there and enjoyed each other's warmth.

They didn't need to speak out loud, they both knew that feeling.

Love.

You could stay.

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aquarium-ina-bag · 2 years ago

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Where Danger Finds Me, it Follows With Tides -9

But I’ll know ch 9

word count: 5.7k

warnings: gore, killing, death, violence, angst, swearing, tiny bit of fluff, (read at your own risk)

Relationships: Wednesday x Reader

A/N: now we can get off of this angst era, I kinda feel like the ending is a little rushed but I didn’t want these lil guys to fight. Enjoy.

You’ve been eluded for days now; Wednesday hasn’t talked to you. Enid won’t even look at you, if she did, the blonde gave you the most aghast face. It shattered you just like last time.

Before, when you sat with Wednesday’s group during a break, you’d have a silent conversation with her. If lucky she’d break a tiny grin, you would always nudge her, teasing for more reactions out of her.

Now if you even brushed Wednesday, you’d get the death stare, not her impish one. The one she gives anyone she doesn’t trust. Why? Why does she look at you like that? You could only beg in an echo, something that would never reach Wednesday. Pleading her to stop, you craved any other look than this, the look if you were a barbaric animal.

This time you tried to get a reaction. Everyone else in their own conversation, still it was too quiet for you.

“Wednesday.” You whispered, tenderly kicking her foot with yours.

She stared haft lidded, oh it was enticing… Wednesday reminds you of all the other outcast, sharp gaze like the fangs of vampires, alluring words parallel to a siren’s song, robust as the wild dogs, colder than the excelling creations Gorgons chisel with looks.

“What’s up with you?” Your tone imploring.

She didn’t say anything, but you could see hesitation flux out of her. It was subtle, her facial movements puzzled in a tug of war, weighing the options of speaking or silence. You wanted to hear her talk, shout, whisper, anything than this detestable taciturnity.

Those soliciting eyes of yours meant nothing to the girl in front of you. Wednesday went back to neglecting you. Regret showered your bloody heart, it started to drown you, filling you up till the pressure crushed that slow-beating heart. It was so much you didn’t even know what you regretted, asking her what was wrong? Collaborating with her on the project? Dueling her?

— — —

Wednesday worked on her typewriter, the clacking was her music a paradisiacal symphony, maybe even white noise. Anything to drown out her thoughts, the way you looked at her was singed inside her husky dark eyelids. The eyes you gave her were absolutely heartsick an awful word, but it was the truth, those entreating eyes crying out for recognition.

Soft knocks on her door captured Wednesday’s attention. It was most likely Bianca getting something for Enid, she didn’t bang on the door like Yoko and Divina. Wednesday stared at Thing to get the door, he followed suit. Getting on his stool, reaching out for the handle before twisting it open. He dropped down to look up at the guest, the hand panicked, scurrying off to Wednesday. Thing made his signals, she almost reciprocated the feeling, her head turning with haste.

When she made eye contact with you everything paused. That damn look. Why are you so full of dolor? It was cracking Wednesday, but she remembered why she’s so agitated with you.

Wednesday turned back around to her typewriter “Why are you here?” Her voice colder than the dead.

You immediately became sheepish, your voice just above a wind whisper. “You’ve been acting weird to me, and you won’t talk to me about it.”

Wednesday still hasn’t turned. “Who says I have to talk to you about things.”

You got defensive, “so I can comprehend why you’re treating me like this. Like some outcast.” Walking closer to the girl.

“That is what you call yourself, an outcast. I say that’s an understatement.” Wednesday changed the paper in her typewriter, you getting closer had her on edge not fearful but vigilant. It hurt you to notice this, this animal treatment agonized you.

“What do you mean?” Your face twisted with bemusement.

Wednesday dithered before making up her mind, she opened a side drawer to her desk, sounds of paper and plastic filled her silence. The motions she was making was gutting you with apprehension. Wednesday stopped before slowly lifting a plastic packet, she didn’t look away from her typewriter. The girl slammed the drawer shut, it startled you, but her slapping the packet against the free space of the desk made you jump.

“Why are you scared? You can’t be scared; it makes you weak. People depend on you if you’re scared then what will happen? Your whole team is scared, then they break, if they break you die, do you understand Y/n? They will die. You will be the reason for those deaths, again… Y/n you came to us, so you survive and make sure that incident never happens again. This is your second chance. Now fix yourself, and

Pick it up….” A deep female voice demanded. “Pick it up.” Wednesday demanded.

You wanted to puke; every step you took gave weight to the next one. The sun’s gravity was pulling you down, you felt compressed. When you lifted your hand to grab the packet, you trembled, fighting this nonexistent weight, it was deplorable. Lifting it to read was worse, everything was blurry, words were jumbled the black on parts were confusing you, then you understood what was in your hands. You didn’t have to read anything else, you’ve read it to many times before, for hours you reread all these papers, stared at the photos for days. Fear was recouped with pique.

“Wednesday, what the fuck do I have in my hands.” Your voice filled with acid.

“You seem to know what it is.” She still isn’t looking at you.

You slithered your hand on the back of her chair, the grip was machine tight. “Look at me and tell me why I’m holding this.”

She understood your feelings now, nonchalantly Wednesday turned her head up to looked into your eyes, were they shaking?

“Wednesday speak, why the fuck do you have this.” You looked rabid; you weren’t actually going to do anything right?

“I did a little digging on you.” Wednesday was holding a ground that wasn’t hers.

“Because I didn’t tell you?” You were so vexed you started to laugh.”You have this shit because I didn’t tell you why I’m here? Wednesday do you understand how narrow minded that sounds?” You turned her chair so her whole body could face you.

Wednesday took offense, “This isn’t part of your fucking wanna be cases, that is government shit. I let you off the hook with the Tyler papers, thinking you would know better the next time. But of course, I forget you never change for anyone, it's always Wednesday’s way, isn’t it? Then you want to be mad at me? How is that fair!”

Wednesday understood she was wrong but doesn’t mean accept the fact, “You killed a five-year-old girl.” Her voice a whisper, she looked at you through her bangs.

Removing your hand from the chair, you leaned on the desk. Wednesday felt free from a trap. “You don’t even know the story.” You lower your voice.

“I think I do.” Wednesday of course did not.

If she thought you were calm, she should rethink. “Think fucking again, if you did Wednesday, I wouldn’t be in this room yelling at you! If you knew then you wouldn’t have those papers.”

The girl got up from the chair, “Then tell me. Give me an excuse to why you mutilated a five-year-old child.” Wednesday challenged.

“I didn-, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to do it; I was five and I didn’t know what I could do.” You scratched the desk paint, clearly uncomfortable with the subject.

“How do you accidentally do that? Have you seen the photos, the autopsy? What did she do that made you ‘accidentally’ butcher her?” Wednesday wrangled you for more, her arms crossed unimpressed.

“Fuck, yes, I’ve seen the photos, I lived through it! And she didn’t do anything-“

She cut you off “-She was innocent? An innocent girl killed while you’re living scotch free, clearly you snaked out of a sentence.” Wednesday scoffed.

Why can’t she listen? It was an accident, you’re not free, you have to live in guilt of Khuld’s death. Was your upbringing not your sentence? Was the banishment not a pronouncement?Capitulating love wasn’t the verdict? Did you even love her? Someone who loves someone would never do what you did. Khuld loved you till her hapless death.

You were mess, sweating, shaking, a complete eyesore in front of Wednesday. You hadn’t said anything, just short heaving breaths of anger. You couldn’t look at Wednesday, you set your glare behind her. The grip on the table was tenacious, the wood started to get shallow.

Wasn’t Wednesday no better than you? She attempted to kill her fellow students, put people in detriment for her own gain, beat her teacher!

You two aren’t level, she had reasons that were warranted. You killed because of a little headache? Because you were in pain and angry?

“It makes you no different from Kader.” A deeper corse voice replayed.

Snapping and crushing replaced your taciturnity, a painful sting you drew out of this mental abuse. “You broke my desk...” Wednesday said. Turning your head to the table, she was right. The sharp corner of her deep ebony desk was demolished. Not only that, the shards and splinters were burrowed into the palm of your hand, crafting ridged deep bloody grooves. The warm liquid fell onto the once corner, it caressed the pieces while gravity pulled it farther down.

You stuttered “Oh shit. Im sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Well, your whole body stuttered, indecisive on what to do, Wednesday helped you figure that out.

“That’s what you claimed about the girl.” She mumbled.

You dropped your jaw, “My gods! Are you just trying to ignore me?! Why can’t you listen for once! For once in your life listen to people and just try to not criticize them! For one second Wednesday!” Your body was animated, while you threw your hands in the air, droplets of blood were getting everywhere, floors, walls, her bed, the typewriter.

Wednesday opened her mouth looking for words to say, you stoped her before she could conjure them, “honestly, never mind believe me or not I don’t care.” You turned on your heels, storming to the door. Breaching it open she swore you broke hinges, but the amount compulsion when you slammed it shut caused the cloudy glass beside said door to shatter. It made Wednesday’s finger twitch, she finally let go of breath she was preserving.

Thing crept of his hiding spot, tugging on Wednesday’s sock. The girl looked down, ��fetch me a rag.” He made a saluting gesture before scurrying off. Wednesday on the other hand grasped the bin by her desk, removing the remnants of the wood.

The mountain range on the pads of her fingers was rained on by your blood. The red liquid settling into the empty space in her fingerprint and coating the ridges. When Wednesday’s senses acknowledged the feeling her head threw back.

Her throat feels chalky, once bloody palms graze on granular velvet, the heat is blistering even for Wednesday. It smells hot as well, all this heat was overwhelming. Her ears hear subtle speaking and the friction of movement on sand, the distance cries of cattle, children’s screams of jubilance. Wednesday was behind sooty crates, deep in between two sandstone homes from the large carved out square holes a woman yells about spies, Wednesday knew or is learning many languages, Arabic being on the list. The girl with strange clothes rose to her feet, dusting off the sand and dirt. It was best to continue in the shadows, the era not yet revealed, she followed suit with her plan.

Wednesday lurked in the shade watching what she was here for, her cogitation was that it had to do with you. Was this the home you were talking about? If not where else have you been?

The heat casted an illusion of water in the distance, had it been hours in this vision? Wednesday’s brain had been fried since the moment she got here, checking corners, alleys, even stalking the innards of homes. The search ceased once she heard your name and something about hurrying.

A little girl's voice calls, “hurry hurry! I want to see the fish of the evening! Y/n come on!” She was jumping around while rushing you.

Your pace was slow, the face you made was stricken in twinge, “Khuld… my face hurts.” You were exceedingly little; this vision was in the past.

That was Khuld? She was so young, Wednesday almost felt sad that this little girl was never able to grow and have a future with success.

The girl giggled, “that’s foolish I say! In the books I read they talked like that way back in the day and had silly hair! I should ask my mom if she had hair like that, once we get back, I can ask her!” She held your hand dragging you to travel with her stride.

You completely made a stop causing Khuld to whip back. “My head hurts, my mouth hurts, my eyes hurt everything hurts.” You complained.

Khuld paused to look at you, her body language pouring out concern, “Did you drink today? We can get juice at the vendors; I have a bit of money. Or we can sit by the shore while we look at the fish, we don’t even have to see the fish if you don’t want to, I have games remember?” With her free hand she was petting your head, as you continued to look down, quietly groaning.

You clenched your jaw repeatedly, and so did you with the grip around her hands “It hurts.” A whine came out of you. Wednesday could see the force you had on her.

“Y/n my hand.” Khuld whispered, “Let’s go find the nurse, but loosen your grip it hurts.” She pulled again, yet to no avail, you were rooted into the ground. All you could do was shake your head in defiance. The grip was getting worse.

“It’s so loud.” You hissed silently.

“Y/n loosen your hand, please it hurts.” She tugged trying to extort out of your clutch. “You’re starting to crush my hand.” Khuld clawed at the outside of your appendage, until she drove her nails into it, pushing farther and farther in causing you to bleed.

The splatter deafened the world, words couldn’t elucidate what just happened. A bloodcurdling shriek snapped Wednesday out of her trance.

“Police! Police! Someone help! Get the authorities!” A woman called.

It was worse than the pictures, the photos didn’t get the child standing in shock with the crushed hand of a girl still holding her friend’s palm, the pictures didn’t get the homes covered with a little girl’s blood, the photos didn’t get the insides of her, pictures didn’t get a woman howling.

“My child! My child! My baby! You demon you demon!” The woman screeched as she beat your face. “Her hand, give me it! Help! Please!” She pushed you before taking her daughter’s deformed, hand and hugging it, the mother cupped blood-covered sand holding what she could.

Men gathered the scene, obviously the authorities.

“That demon! The demon killed my baby! Death row put them on death row, better yet execute that monster now!” Khuld’s mother sobbed out.

Who else were they supposed to arrest? You’re clearly the only one with enough evidence to prove it’s you. Though why would you do this? Everyone knew you and Khuld were attached to the hip, inseparable, if one goes the other follows. Another question is how could you do this? You’re a five-year-old with a scrawny body, barely able to eat three times a day. How could any human do something so despicable without being caught, it was out in the open, you had to do it with incredible speed.

Those were questions for detectives, they only needed to do was arrest you, liquidating you was still on the table. The authorities grabbed you with vitality, you didn’t contest allowing them to drag you to an authoritative vehicle, holding you in chains before shutting the door.

Wednesday’s vision was warping a new setting, it became less elusive, she was in the police station. She questioned if this was before, after, or during your capture. The girl peered around for any sign that you were or are here, she recalled seeing your mugshot, she searched there first. On her journey to find you, she was stopped, Wednesday watched three tall women wall you. They were coated in jewels, riches woven into fabrics, and skin clear as their crystals, Wednesday focused on the conversation.

“My poor child, I know it's much to take in, but this is your chance to escape death, you aren’t like these dwellers, a being such as you and I have our second chances, this is yours. If you refuse you die. We understand your aptitude, we can guide you into peace, where you can learn how to better this power.” The woman speaking was flowy, her voice had a sort of peace to it someone could listen to her speak for hours, and the outfit she had on drizzled like honey enunciating her perfect body. Wednesday couldn’t see her face with the angle she was at.

Though she could see you, so tiny compared to them. Sitting on the wooden chair. “I don’t want this power, if I can do that I don’t wanna learn how to use it.” Your voice sounded so broken.

A gruffer woman berated you, “If you don’t learn you’ll just go do it again, but if you don’t come with us, you’ll die, what don’t you understand about that?!” This woman was the tallest among the three, her stature was built well, and clothes were revealing around her arms letting the world cower to her strength.

“Sekhmet please, you’re going to scare the thing.” Another lady spoke her voice was simple yet firm, and she was almost built like present you, very lean and indefectibly carved however the shortest, the number of daggers she had piqued Wednesday’s interest.

“Please respect my child’s name, Bastet.” The middle woman spoke again.

“It’s a boring name! should have been named Scorp, scorpion and twerp mixed together.” Sekhmet let out a gut laugh.

“What in Ra’s name is a twerp.” Wednesday could finally get a good angle of one of the girls which she guessed was Bastet. She had the same marking as you.

“It’s slang, mortals call each other that,” Sekhmet explained.

“Focus on the matter at hand you two.Y/n, do you accept? We promise to care for you, you’ll be taught all you wish to know.” The older woman in the middle reached her hand out to you.

“Am I the only one?” Clearly, you had more questions, but this seemed to matter the most.

“Of course not, you have cousins and siblings just like you, but they stay in their own terms. We can explain what terms are, but you’re a part of the new Pharaoh term X, you’re the tenth new term team. I know it’s a lot, but I promise you’ll get through it.” Your mother explained.

slowly nodding you agreed and took her hand, “Okay.”

“You won’t regret this kid.” The stronger woman smacked your back. Causing you to wince, “Yeah we can fix that whining stuff, you won’t even feel pain once we’re done training you.”

“Serket, do you wish to fix the charges?” Bastet questioned the lady cradling you, waving the same packet.

“Pass it along to Thoth, he can take care of it.” Your mother said before holding you closer to her. How did you fall asleep so fast? “No child should have ever witnessed that.”

“Ser... you do know what we must do for this teaching thing. Right?” Bastet laid a hand on the taller girl’s shoulder.

Serket looked down, watching your resting state, “I know.” Her voice was ridden with guilt.

“But think of it, kid will be the strongest thing we have to offer.” Sekhmet striving to be optimistic. “You see the kid’s purple? Has that venom thing I was talking about, I wonder how strong it is, maybe acid strong?”

Bastet ignored the conversation topic, “Have you spoken to the surrogate yet? Was she difficult?”

“Surprisingly not, she had her doubts but had nothing to back up the claim for years. Although she was still a little sad.” Serket explained.

“Slow pokes we have to go. Mr. Sandman is throwing a temper tantrum.” The strong woman laughed at her own joke. “I’m hilarious, I bet I would be great in plays.” She continued to flaunt herself while walking to the back doors.

“Again, where is she getting this vocabulary, what is slow poke? Yesterday It was rad, what is a rad? And then the clothes she finds, so much pink and glitter, she says it’s ‘hip with the kids’, have you heard the music?! Who is this, Gwen Stefani?” Bastet finally turns around hoping her sister is behind her. “Ser, what are you doing?”

“I thought I saw something.” That something was Wednesday, she almost was caught, nobody has ever called her out in visions, why now? “Anyway, don’t you like Beyonce?”

“Do not criticize that being, she has morals.”

Serket giggled before leaving the station.

———————

Wednesday woke up deprived of air, the precipitous movement made Thing and Enid repel back. Wednesday took in her surroundings, she was on her bed, there was an ache on the side of her head, the blood was cleaned except on her typewriter, there was a cool damp cloth on her lap guessing it was on her face beforehand, her company looked startled it didn’t take much time for one of them to verbally express it.

“You scared us! We thought you got stuck in a coma; it’s been an hour! Thing explained what happened, where did she escape to? I’ll claw out her eyes. She broke our damn window too.” Enid flashed her colored claws.

“That won’t be necessary, but I need to,” Wednesday paused, contemplating her words, “speak with them.”

Enid whined, and Wednesday brushed the cute thought off. “Not necessary? Look at all the blood on your typewriter, again our window!” the wolf threw her hands around in chagrin.

“I was,” again Wednesday paused, “hasty when making theories. I need to find them; it will possibly take some time since I don’t know where they are.” The goth’s face tangled in repentant, wasn’t a great look to Wednesday, “I’m going to guess you don’t know either?” Enid proved her assumption right when shaking her head.”Also did you drop me on something?” Enid made her lying face, shaking her head no. Wednesday tossed her legs off the bed, trailing around the dorm grabbing better clothes, what Enid called her adventure bag, which Wednesday would bring during her woods walk with Eugene.

“Do you want us to come with?” Enid and Thing stood like soldiers, ready and hand. Wednesday shook her head.

“I can tell Y/n is acrimonious at the moment, them knowing other people are with me could possibly consternate them.” That was only haft truth, Wednesday wasn’t going to leak what she saw, seeing as you could tell Enid knew about the papers and took conniption in that, it was best to be patient with you. “If I’m not back before two then you can worry.” Was that going to help Enid’s nerves? No, not one bit, the blonde girl chewed on her nails before nodding.

Wednesday took the confirmation and left to find you.

Of course, Wednesday’s search was going to be long, you were trying to smoother your thoughts. Searching for the missing convict that’s been lurking in the woods and in the back of your head, sadly you can’t hear a heartbeat that isn’t an animal, nothing smells like a person, if you smell something metallic it’s just been the circle of life, so, not much smothering has happened. The hissing sound soothed you whenever Wednesday fogged your brain, you continued to spit that purple acid out from those K9s of yours, it was an extra you inherited from your mother, she held the role of Mother of Scorpions, doctor of poison, Hysteria of venom, she was able to drop the most lethal doses of venom of any being, even gas emitted from them was beyond virulent. It’s gotten you out of numerous scenarios, and now one of the uses was to distract you from a girl with braids that ‘clogged’ your brain with her existence, did she take over your personality too?

A different pattern of leaves crunching roused you, finally something worth your attention, next step was finding it without it leaving. With nimble shifting, you lifted yourself on the tree you were posted on, climbing high enough to shroud with the canopy of the forest, but not letting it occlude your vision. Continuing the search, you waited with forbearing ears, locating the source. What confuses you is that the rise and fall of foot work is different from what you heard just minutes ago, this was heavy, denser than a bear’s movements and its celerity was faster, was it pursuing something?

You’ve learned how to see in many ways, vibration was a favorite, with the amount of blood use in your abilities, it’s nice to actually listen to something else than the flow of it. When listening to the vibration of the earth it ripples across everything rooted in it and everything touching what’s rooted in the earth, you can see the vibrations ripple over a worm deep in the healthy soil to the largest elephant beat its music into the crust, it helps with sight because it forms a vague picture of the artist, it was beautiful waves. If the creator of said waves was sounder than others it could break over others wave, if your philosophy was correct, you could effortlessly figure out if it was the Hyde hunting someone or nature taking its course.

Why is she even hunting for you in the woods, still, every other place Wednesday inspected didn’t have you sulking in it. What affirmed that you were in the woods, not a trace, but it’s the only idea Wednesday has. She could see the ghost of her breath depart her lungs, wisping out with the breeze, something Wednesday would never share with anyone was that she enjoys counting how many times a person inhales and exhales during a given time, it could be the fact their sign of life could be taken at any minute or just the sign of life itself, they contrast flawlessly.

She wishes there was a sign of life anywhere, explicitly yours, the only thing she got was the bird's observant on her entity, you liked the birds, have these ones watched you in this hour? And did you look back? Stars were being covered; something is spooking flocks in the purview, what confused her was how many flocks were being peeved by this anomaly and how quickly, it was to the point the navy-blue sky was getting blocked by an outline of birds. Wednesday’s standards were to naturally figure out why, she questioned if it was you, but why would you?

The twigs were rattling, parallel to a small earthquake, the closer she got the harder drumming was. Orbs, shaken-up orbs of yellow were fixated on her, the irises dilated to the smallest degree, she could tell it was after her, but in spite of that she didn’t move, why isn’t she moving? Did she think it was you? Did Wednesday really seek a pitfall that much? In truth Wednesday knew what was going for her, she never had qualms about Tyler, and giving him satiety in the fact of running away was the last thing Wednesday wanted. So, she entrenched herself, not moving a hair for the beast, but the vision of him became clearer. The Hyde he took on now was larger abounding in muscle, wounds healed all over its body, when Enid recalled her fight with him, she said it was visible most on his face, and she was right, it was almost just like the wolf’s cicatrices. The hair was lengthy and shaggy. With him maybe 4 yards away from her, Wednesday admired the nails reaching out for her neck, it was painted with blood he must have hunted something other than her tonight.

Before Wednesday could drop to duck his attack, something rained from the trees. It sizzled on the Hyde’s back, he was in the grodiest throe and let out a screech instead of his roar, what hit Tyler? You did, and you hit him again this time dropping yourself on his neck. The force caused both of you to land flat on the ground, nonetheless, you got up faster. When Tyler regained his sensibility running away from you was the only thought he had, you took a second to balance your options, chase what you have been stalking all night, or confront what you’ve been running from.

turning to face the girl behind you, did you give a glimpse of anger, yes, “What was that? you just stood there like a deer in headlights, what would have happened if I weren’t here Wednesday?” You were active with your locomotion, “Gosh, danger follow you or something?” You mumbled.

“You seem to chase it.” Wednesday huffed, ignoring the outcome if you didn’t save her.

“I was trying to get him, you kinda messed that up, by thinking you can have some little date with your boyfriend. What are you even doing here?”

Wednesday rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “Ex, but I was trying to find you.”

You hyperbolized a groan, “So you could vituperate me some more?” You scoffed. “I don’t ha-“

“-I accused you too quickly, I understand your conniption because of it, I crossed a line, yes, I even crossed a line when having a vision about the synopsis.” Wednesday couldn’t make a full minute of eye contact with you, darting off to gaze at something else behind you, the spotlight was agitating.

But to you, the spotlight is all you wanted on her, you liked how jittery she got when you looked at her in this state, the vulnerability, but worshiping her isn’t the plan right now. “You gonna leak that too? Enid won’t even talk to me, let alone give me an eye.” Now that wasn’t fair.

“I didn’t tell her anything about the vision, but still I don-“ You heaved a sigh before you silenced Wednesday.

“You don’t have to understand Addams, it’s my business, and I have a right to share it or not, I’ll share it when I’m ready, so just drop it. I get it you were curious, I lashed out, but I ask just be patient, okay? You understand and possibly saw that this was a craggy subject for me, if I continue to be mad and you continue to pry it’ll just be a whirlpool of emotions that none of us want to get stuck in. In simple terms I forgive you, and we can talk about it later when we are both ready.” Did you forgive her just like that? After she blamed you, stole important files from you, and berated you. Wednesday couldn’t tell if you were dissembling or not, why did you switch so fast? But Wednesday didn’t want to lose this again, she nodded slowly.

You flashing that perfect toothy smile made her feel sick, “Now skedaddle, I need food.” You walked past her, but you interlocked pinkies with her, Wednesday made a nauseating face towards you although she didn’t let go, “Just in case your ex grabs you before I notice.” She could listen to you laugh for hours while drowning you, of course, a nice gurgle mixed with it is music.

“On the topic of Tyler, what did use to ward him off, it made a sizzling sound.” She craned her neck to you.

“Did I tell you I was hungry? I’m so hungry.” Evading the question.

She brushed her thumb against your palm, “And where’s your wound at? Not a scar nor blood.”

You paused before speaking, privily begging her to rub your palm again. “I could eat a horse, how long do you think it would take me to eat a horse, well they’re cute so maybe something different, maybe a full hog? Dang, they’re also dirty, and sheep is off the table, speaking of sheep do you want to see Skate later tomorrow? What if he’s been eaten...” You stopped, giving Wednesday’s ears a break. “That farmer shot me when I was putting him back, you have that same bullet.” Wednesday whipped her head up at you. Not giving her a glance instead focused on the path ahead.

“How do you know that?”

You shrugged “I have great ears.” Referring to when you confronted Wednesday.

“During my time when digging for info, I turned in the bullet in hopes for DNA.” She confessed, wishing you wouldn’t get upset.

“That’s fine, you wouldn’t find DNA anyways, not mine at least. You never answered my question though.”

Wednesday’s face jumbled up like a jigsaw puzzle, “You just said you were shot though.”

“Skate probably misses us; I miss him a lot. Also, what do I eat, again I’m starving.” She was getting fed up with this dodging.

“If you’re not going to satisfy my questions then stop talking,” before you could make a smart remark, she answered yours. “And yes, we can see Skate, I don’t know what you should eat.” You shut up with a smile, pinky still locked with hers, it was like that the whole walk till you dropped her off at the door of her dorm.

“Where have you been young lady?” Enid raced to Wednesday, “It's been hours, and was that Y/n?.”

Wednesday slid Enid to the side, getting ready to go to bed, “I’ll explain it to you later, but in short, don’t be scared or mad at them, I repeat, I’ll explain it tomorrow.” Enid couldn’t fight Wednesday’s words.

Wednesday fell asleep to her thoughts that night, what did you drop on Tyler? How was the wound gone just like that? What really scratched her brain was the whirlpool of emotions summary you made, what emotions did you know about? Why did it frighten her that you didn’t want these emotions, did Wednesday herself even know what emotions she’s talking about? Absolutely not. What if she did want to be stuck in tides with you?

#jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday x y/n #wdfmifwt #where danger finds me it follows with tides

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 2 years ago

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I get so excited when I see a new story from you! I was hoping you'd do a Marilyn x fem student reader where reader is an identical twin. Reader isn't as strong, smart or as charismatic as her twin, in fact her twin has always been more popular, people had befriended reader just to get closer to her sister, it has made reader feel like she's somehow less than her sister and reader always feels like she can't measure up to twin.

The one thing that reader has is her crush on her botany teacher, Marilyn. Marilyn is so sweet to her, plus, Marilyn is the only one that can easily tell the twins apart, something no one but their parents can do.

I was hoping this to be a hurt/comfort fic, where something happens to cause reader to come into the conservatory for solace late one night to cry thinking it was late enough that Marilyn wouldn't be there but Marilyn comes in to see reader sobbing. Horrified Marilyn wraps her in her arms and reader cries and tells her about her insecurities. Marilyn comforts her and tells her that reader is the twin that makes her heart flutter not the other twin. And maybe some kisses and reassurances?

Yess!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))))

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Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of bullying, hurt & comfort

Word count: 4,082

Summary: You were sick of being compared to your twin sister. She’s perfect you’re not. Now you have to face the stupid and cocky attitude of your twin…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

For you, the best moment of the day was to sit in a corner of the quad, turn on your Ipod, and start listening to music, forgetting about everything. Living in Nevermore was not strange for you, you always studied there with your sister, you were used to werewolves, gorgons and vampires.

You weren't anything like that, you could simply move things with your mind, the lowest and most stigmatized category in the outcasts world.

The tranquility you felt would soon disappear. Divina, a member of the most popular group of students, turned to you with enthusiasm.

“Rachel, I've been looking for you everywhere,” she told you before sitting next to you. You didn't say anything, you took off your headphones and looked at her curiously.

“I don't…” You said.

“Wait, wait, I have things to tell you,” she said, interrupting you. “I came running as soon as I found out. It turns out that what they say about Bianca and Xavier is true,” she told you excitedly.

“Great, but I…” You said, being interrupted again.

“They say that last night they saw them entering the library alone. I can't believe it, what has Bianca seen in that loser? Really, they don't suit at all. Xavier is a very strange boy, always stuck in that shed next to his paintings. He's not on the same level as Bianca, surely he'd be a better match for your sister.”

“With my sister,” you repeated, blinking rapidly.

“Yes. He is just as weird as her. They’re two of a kind, don't you think? Although, well, you told me that she didn't like boys… “ You rolled your eyes and frowned.

“Sure, sure, she's a loser.”

“Honestly, I find it hard to believe that you two are sisters, you have nothing to do with (Y/N),” the siren said, dropping by your side. “No offense.”

“I'm not offended, my sister is a real nuisance,” you ironized. The young woman wasn't smart enough to understand sarcasm, so she nodded smiling.

“Well, she doesn't bother that much either. She never talks to anyone, it's as if she didn't exist,” she said amused, laughing. You played along until you abruptly stopped laughing, crossing your arms.

“Idiot,” you said. The girl stopped laughing and looked at you scared.

“What?”

“You're an idiot, you, my sister and all your stupid group,” you said, savoring each word. Divina suddenly realized the mistake she had made and stood up with trembling hands.

“(Y/N)…” She murmured.

“Yes, I’m (Y/N). If you're looking for my sister, she's with her boyfriend at the lake. Asshole,” you said, getting up from the bench where you were sitting and leaving the siren speechless.

It was not the fist time that happened. You had a twin sister, identical to you. Everyone confused you, it was inevitable, wearing the uniform there was no way to see any difference. But when it came to behaving it was very easy to know who was (Y/N) and who was Rachel.

Your sister was very lucky to make it to Nevermore. Despite the unglamorous of your ability, she managed to integrate into the most exclusive group in school, along with sirens and silly girls who are dedicated to criticizing others.

You didn't care, you were used to being the silly sister, the weird and quiet sister. You had no interest in making friends. She, your sister Rachel, was the best at everything. The one who got the best grades, the one she won in all competitions and the most loved by everyone. It was very frustrating that all of her friends came to you to tell you her virtues and talk about your flaws if you didn't exist.

Sometimes you wished you were a little more like her. Being charismatic, attracting the attention and interest that people felt for her. They were just fleeting thoughts. Your inferiority complexes couldn't dominate your life the way they were. You just waited until it was time for you to finish high school and go your separate ways, to travel to a place far away from your sister, where you could be yourself, and not some kind of faded reflection.

While you were walking, you saw your sister in the distance, arm in arm with the petulant and cocky Brad, her boyfriend. You remembered the things that her friend told you, the information that was supposed to be confidential that she had revealed to the small elite of Nevermore. You snorted and walked determinedly.

“Hey, you,” you said, drawing your sister's attention. She turned and looked at you with disgust.

“What do you want, (Y/N)?” She asked with a superior pose, very typical of her.

“Stop telling my life to your little friends,” you answered. Her boyfriend smiled shyly at you. He wasn't a bad boy, but he didn't know how to choose a girlfriend, he chose the most harpy shrew in the whole school.

“Your life? Who is interested in your life?” She said jokingly. You clenched your fists and closed your eyes so as not to grab your sister by the neck and squeeze it hard.

“It seems your friends are quite interested. Rachel, why do you have to go around saying that I like girls?” You asked. Brad cleared his throat, surely wanting to disappear from that place.

“I haven't said anything,” your sister defended herself. You laughed exaggeratedly.

“You liar, Divina told me,” you hissed, fighting with your wishes to punch her.

“To you? No one talks to you...” She said ironically, looking at her nails arrogantly.

“She has me confused with you, stupid!” You yelled nervously, causing your twin to raise her eyebrows. “I'm sick of everyone thinking I'm the wonderful dance queen Rachel…”

“Well, change your face then,” she told you, joking. You were red with rage, but you didn't want to put on a show either.

“Change it yourself,” you answered.

“I'm the eldest,” she answered, defiantly. You laughed at the absurdity of that conversation.

“You're older than me by two minutes, don't be absurd,” you said.

“You're such an envious, (Y/N), that's your problem. Anyway, I'm not going to waste time with you, come on, Brad.”

You wanted to scream, to throw anything that wasn't hooked to the ground at your sister. The helplessness became unbearable. You didn't understand what was the problem that everyone had with you, why your sister was the best and you were just annoying, a ghost that had taken away all the bad luck that she didn't have. It would be better to return to your music, the only refuge you had left.

The days passed with that horrible routine. You distanced yourself even more from people, you wanted to avoid being confused again. But you were in a school, there were times when it was impossible to get away from everything, the classes.

“Who can tell me the name of this beauty?” Marilyn Thornhill, your botany teacher, asked. You raised your hand enthusiastically, you knew the answer. The redhead nodded at you smiling.

“It's a cactus flower,” you said sure of yourself. The teacher nodded satisfied.

“Very good, (Y/N), it is not easy to distinguish a flower without the rest of the plant, many times it has nothing to do with it, but I am glad to see that there are people who see beyond appearances, good job.”

You lowered your head with flushed cheeks.

Botany class was like an oasis in a desert. The teacher, Marilyn Thornhill was the only thing that could make you smile. She was good, kind, and above all, she possessed a virtue that no one besides your parents had. She was able to know who you are. She knew who Rachel was and who you were. Despite dressing the same, having the same hairstyle and the same face, she could tell you apart without any problem.

“That's all, see you tomorrow guys,” the redhead said when the bell rang. They all got up as if their lives depended on it, as if they wanted to flee from that place. You knew that Marilyn was normi, and that some of your classmates didn't agree with being taught by one of those prejudiced people. It made you very nervous to see their continuous contempt for her. “And remember to look for the book I told you about in the library!” She yelled, being ignored again. Marilyn sighed and shook her head.

When she turned around, she found surprised that you were still there.

“(Y/N), aren't you going with your classmates?” She asked curiously, ordering all the material she had taken out in class. You shook your head.

“I was wondering if I could help in any way,” you said shyly. The redhead seemed surprised and she tilted her head.

“It is not very common for students to want to help me, where is the trick? Are you going to write no normis on any of the plants?” She asked. You backed away, shaking your head profusely.

“I would never do that…” You said with pity, realizing that for her you were just another outcast, one who hated normies in the same way as the rest. Marilyn closed her eyes and sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Please, excuse me, I think I'm getting a little paranoid…”She told you with a soft voice. You smiled, not giving importance to that accusation. “Of course you would never do it, I don't know where my mind is.”

“Can I ask you something?” You said, remembering the small detail of her visual acuity with you and your sister. She smiled, nodded, and leaned against her desk. “How can you differentiate between me and my sister? You are the only teacher who can do it...”

Marilyn laughed at that question and seeing her smile made your cheeks blush again.

“Well, if you look at the details it's not difficult,” she said simply, getting a little closer to you. “But what makes me really distinguish you is this...” Marilyn reached her hand towards your hair and grabbed a small lock of white hair that you had hidden.

Feeling the touch of her hand on your face caused thousands of electrical currents throughout your nervous system.

“Oh...” You sighed, being very close to the redhead. “Normally people don't realize it, I usually hide it.”

You could spend hours and hours looking at her, thinking about how good she was, how beautiful she was. You were crazy, you had fallen in love with her hopelessly. Fortunately it was your best kept secret. You couldn't stop thinking about her. Every time you listened to music, you imagined her with you, running away from Nevermore, leaving your sister behind, leaving everything behind. You were delusional. You never tried to find someone right for you, a girl your age. You knew it was impossible, but you lived clinging to the absurd hope that Marilyn's gestures of affection gave you every day. Only with her smile you could forget everything.

“You shouldn't, it gives you a touch of personality,” Marilyn said, letting your hair go and painfully pulling away again.

“My sister pushed me into the fireplace one Christmas…” You said when the horrible memory came back to your head. “That white lock came out of fright.”

Marilyn changed her calm expression to one of horror.

“That's terrible, (Y/N)…” She said looking at you with pity. You shrugged.

“Well, nothing happened to me,” you said without further ado. Marilyn now yes, caressed your cheek affectionately, shaking her head.

“I've always wondered why bad things happen to people like us…” She said in a whisper.

Her hand on your cheek was hot, it made you tender and made your heart beat so fast. You were about to close your eyes to enjoy her caresses.

“I don't know… I wonder too…” You said, with tears in your eyes.

“Well, it's okay, (Y/N), at least we have each other, right?” She told you, giving you a pat on the back. “Anyway, we'd better stop whining. You said you wanted to help me. Alright, help me to move these pots to the back, then to make it up to you I'll invite you to whatever you want in the cafeteria, okay?”

You smiled and nodded excitedly. A coffee with her, it was much more than you thought would happen one day.

From then on, you started staying with Marilyn every day after school. You laughed, you talked about plants... It was just like you dreamed of one day, except for the small detail that it was not the way you wanted to spend your days with her.

One night, after dinner, you decided to take a walk through the Nevermore grounds. After sitting in your usual secluded corner while your sister surrounded herself with half the school, you always needed to get some fresh air, feel the wind on your face to make sure that you were indeed alive, that you were not part of your sister's soul, that you really existed.

“Mmm…” You hummed as you passed under the windows of the rooms. It was the only time you did without music, you preferred to hear the sound of the trees whistling together in the wind.

A rustle behind you alerted you. You turned, but there seemed to be no one behind you. You frowned and continued on your way, shaking your head. You felt like someone was watching you, but you couldn't see it.

You started to walk faster, but it didn't do you much good. A group of guys stood in front of you, led by the worst person you knew, your sister.

“(Y/N), what a joy to see you,” she said crossing her arms. You made a disgusted face and tried to turn away from what seemed to be, without a doubt, a trap. You couldn't, more of your sister's friends blocked your path.

“Hey, leave me alone,” you said, trying to escape. Two of Rachel's friends grabbed you so you couldn't move. “Come on, let me go.”

“You know, little sister? I've been thinking about that little argument we had the other day, and I think you're right. It's not fair that they confuse you with me,” Rachel said, approaching you while you kicked.

“Leave me alone!” You yelled, as your twin approached with what looked like scissors in her hand.

“I wish I didn't have a sister as stupid as you, (Y/N). But since I have it and I can't help it, at least I want to avoid being confused with you.”

After those words, she brought the scissors to your hair and cut a lock. You resisted, surely that's why it was only a small piece. You moved, drawing strength from where you didn't have it, while your sister tried to cut more of your hair.

“Let me go!” You yelled, causing an expansive wave that made everyone back. They should know not to mess with someone with telekinesis, at least your sister should know.

“Let's go, I'm sure your stupid sister will get us discovered,” one of the boys said, pulling Rachel's arm.

“Enjoy your new look, (Y/N)…” She said mockingly, before disappearing laughing. You fell to the ground, on your knees, looking at the lock of hair that she had managed to cut off. It wasn't something flashy, but unfortunately for you the scissors had gone too deep and cut that lock of white hair that Marilyn seemed to like.

“No…” You whispered on the floor, desolate, taking that lock and crying inconsolably. The sound of footsteps made you get up. You didn't want any more teasing, there had been too many for that night, Rachel had gone too far.

You ran aimlessly, looking for a place where you could cry without having a thousand eyes watching you. The old conservatory appeared on your way. It was dark, there was no light, there was no one. At that moment it seemed like a refuge, a place to hide. Surely Marilyn wouldn't be here at this time of night.

It was the place where you felt the most happiness, where you spent the most time smiling. It was the perfect place to vent, a kind of safe place.

You entered the glass building. It looked very different without the characteristic dim light it always had.

With awkward steps, sobbing, you went to a corner and dropped to the ground, putting your knees on your chest and crying desperately. In your hand you held that lock of white hair that your sister snatched from you. If that was the only thing that distinguished you, now it was gone. You were missing a little piece of hair, but you didn't give it importance, you cared about having completely lost your dignity, not being able to trust even your own sister. You were devastated and wanted to run away and not look back.

You jumped when you saw the light come on. You had nowhere to go, and what was much worse, it could be your sister, ready to finish what she had started.

Marilyn came humming into the conservatory and set her bag on her desk. She seemed not to have seen you, at least until she turned around.

“My God,” she said, startling herself, placing a hand on her chest. “(Y/N), what are you doing here?” She asked trying to calm down.

You were embarrassed, you didn't want to answer. Surely your condition was so horrible that it caught the the redhead’s attention.

“Sweetheart, are you, are you crying...” The teacher whispered, approaching you gently. “Tell me, what's wrong?”

You shook your head, having no choice but to get up. Your face was horrible, full of tears and with red eyes. Marilyn stepped even closer and frowned, noting the obvious lack of hair on the left side of your head.

“What happened to your hair?”

You shook your head and closed your eyes, reaching out and showing the white lock your sister snatched from you.

“My, my sister...” You said sobbing and hiccuping, unable to utter a word without making you want to cry more. “She… She has…”

“Your sister? Has she done this to you?” The redhead asked, horrified.

You nodded, trying to stop sobbing like a little girl. Marilyn didn't say anything, she just moved closer and put her arms around your back, pulling you against her body, hugging you lovingly. Your head rested on her shoulder and your arms embraced her as well, clinging tightly to her clothing.

None said anything. You cried inconsolably while she caressed your hair and your back.

“I'm so sorry, (Y/N), I'm so sorry you have to go through this…” She whispered tenderly in your ear.

“I… I never did anything to her… She has always been the perfect one, the best, everyone's favorite…” You sobbed, confessing some of your many insecurities. Marilyn pushed you away a bit so she could wipe away your tears and shook her head.

“Honey, don't say that… Why would your sister do this to you if what you say is true?” She asked while holding your face in his hands.

“She doesn't want to be confused with me... She says that I'm pathetic and that she doesn't deserve to be compared to me... Shit...” You said, kicking the ground.

“What a nonsense, (Y/N). You are a wonderful girl, much better than your silly sister,” she told you, stroking your hair again, focusing on the missing strands. “She is a horrible person and you are the complete opposite... Don't let be affected by her words.”

You nodded, stopping crying a bit and looked again at the white lock that you still held.

“Besides, now I don't have anything that differentiates me from her... Not even you will be able to recognize me...” You said, without thinking that you were saying that out loud. The cut in your hair was showy, but you knew how to make it not noticeable.

“Oh, honey…” Marilyn sighed, grabbing your hand. “Come here.”

She took you by the hand towards a stone edge, which surrounded the largest tree in the greenhouse and she sat you next to her without stopping caressing you.

“Do you know why I distinguish you (Y/N)?” She asked with a smile. You pointed to her lock of hair. “No, darling... Look, come...” She said, laughing, pulling your head to rest on her chest. You didn't understand anything. “Do you hear it?”

You closed your eyes and began to hear constant blows, heartbeats. You opened your eyes and stayed listening for a moment.

“Your... Your heart?” You said in an almost inaudible tone of voice. She nodded.

“Yes, darling. I know it's you because my heart flutters when I see you, do you understand? Not when I see your sister, only when I see you…” She whispered, lifting your chin so that you could look into her eyes.

You stopped crying and stared at her eyes. You had never been able to see how beautiful they were. You were very close, she was very close. You didn't think you heard those words and those rapid beats in her chest.

“Marilyn…” You sighed, placing yourself at her level. She smiled. “I… I…”

“Shh… Don't say anything honey, just close your eyes,” she whispered in your ear, making all your hair stand on end. You looked at her wide-eyed, curious. Marilyn laughed and ran your hand over them, gently closing them. “Listen to me…”

You held them closed and swallowed hard. You were trembling sitting on that stone edge, when you noticed how some lips gently perched on yours. It wasn't a romantic kiss, like the one in a movie. It was more of a touch, a sensation.

You no longer had anything to lose, you were sure of what you were going to do, and you were not going to stop. It was you, it was you who kissed her first. She came closer, but you kissed her, slightly opening her mouth, deepening that kiss you dreamed of every night. The tears were running down your cheeks again as Marilyn caressed you. She didn't turn away, she didn't run away from you. She kissed you back, softly, silently.

“(Y/N), I don't mean to intimidate you…” She told you after a moment. “I don't want you to think that I'm taking advantage of you... I... I've been wanting to do it for a while, I don't know if you feel the same.”

“I, yes,” you said, resting your head on her chest again. She laughed when she saw how tender you were, the brutal need for love you had. She caressed you, hugged you, kissed you.

Now everything was different. Nothing mattered to you at that moment. Just the warmth of her lips on yours, the warmth of her hands caressing your skin. But you knew those little moments were just that, little moments.

“My girl… You are wonderful,” she told you between slightly more intense kisses. “I don't want you to be sad, honey, I want to see you always smile...”

“I'll try…” You sighed while the redhead caressed your hands with that tender smile. “But it's difficult. Everyone compares me to my sister and now she is worse than ever… I don't know if I can bear it.”

Marilyn gently pulled you back and she kissed you briefly.

“Of course you will bear it, (Y/N). Now you will be with me, and I will not let anything happen to you. I'm not going to let you think you're inferior to that stupid sister of yours. I promise to protect you and love you as you deserve and when the school year is over... Well... Maybe...”

Your eyes lit up when you heard those words. You really liked where the conversation was going.

“Maybe?”

“Maybe you want to come with me, get out of here and start a life together, what do you think, my love? I know it's a bit rushed but...”

You didn't let her finish, you came back to attack her lips without mercy. You had the urgent need to pinch yourself, it seemed like a dream, a wonderful and cruel one at the same time.

“Please... I want to get out of here... I want to go with you... Please...” You said begging. She laughed as she hugged you. “I just want to ask you a question, Marilyn.”

“Okay, honey, ask.”

“This is a dream?”

“If it is, (Y/N), I never want to wake up…”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot

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maddytheweird · 2 years ago

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Jealous siren kent x reader

just a lil imagine/one shot from my wattpad

It's last period on a Friday afternoon in Thornhills' class and everyone was put into groups of 4 to do some research. Thornhill chose the groups yet everyone was with their friends so there weren't many complaints being made, apart from a few people who have petty rivalries or those who wanted to be with their crush or significant other. Kent was put into a group with Divina, Yoko and Rowan set up at the back left hand side of the classroom while you placed at the back right of the room with Ajax, Xavier and Enid. Most of the class were just messing around or catching up on gossip rather than doing any actual research on the origins of the Cobra Lily and the Pitcher Plant, but since it was a Friday afternoon Thornhill wasn't bothered, she actually really enjoys seeing her students getting along and talking, being able to do "normal" teen stuff.

"So yeah and then apparently Bianca absaloughtly went off, I mean I get that some people don't like her but to bring up her mum and the whole 'morning song crap was just crazy!" Divina says slightly frustrated at the thought of her friend being harassed because of family. "I know D, yet she can eat garlic bread without shitting herself to another death!" Yoko responds back with fake jealousy before bursting out into a fit of laughter along with Divina, Rowan and some other student sat nearby who heard the vampires antics. Yet Kent didn't let out a chuckle or even a smirk, his focus was on you. His (gf/bf/so) laughing with your face in your elbow while your other arm is hitting Xaviers'. "DUDE WHY, HOW DO STONE YOURSELF" you pause to try and get some air into your giggling system, "Even I'M not that dumb to do that" " I don't know (Y/N) Ajax is a different breed, he's built different, lacking a few braincells" Xavier adds in while Enid is trying her best to not pass out from the excessive laughter caused by the two boys. "Xavier pa-,lease you can't talk, your talent is just being a rip-off Picasso, you draw people like one of your French girls!" You practically wheeze out and slump into his shoulders your body is slowly giving out.

Kent's eyes narrow as he glares daggers at Xavier who is very visibly flustered by your touch. " Oi Kent you good, EARTH TO KENT!" Yoko calls to her Siren friend while slamming her hand onto the desk in front of him. Divina shoots her twin a concerned look "I don't know what's gotten him all-oohhh I think I know what the issue is" Divina cuts herself off as Rowan follows her gaze over to where your group is sat, with You, Ajax and Enid in a laughing fit as Xavier is redder than Weems lipstick sat the result of your touch. Many people know that you and Kent are together as most Sirens tend to be pretty popular and well liked or some cases feared. But Kent still doesn't acknowledge his surroundings, only focussing on you and one if his best mates as if he had a severe case of tunnel vision.

Class flew past for everyone else though, making jokes playing games on the chalk boards with Thornhill. Yet it had been so painfully slow for Kent. Wondering if he's truly good enough for, whether he's too loud or out there for you. His thoughts are interrupted by a pair of familiar arms around his shoulders from behind followed by an all too comforting scent of a specific perfume. "Hey there scaley boy" you exclaim from behind leaving a small kiss across his scales above his cheek. "Hi weird (girl/boy)" he sighs flatly with a forced smile as you two continue to head up to your dorm (that's shared with Divina) hand in hand. You can sense the difference in his demeanour but brush it off as tiredness since it was a pretty hectic class to finish the week. Once you two get inside your dorm he flops onto your bed and hold your pillow which he usually only ever does if he's sick, really pissed of or just feeling a bit blue. You quickly dump your bag down at your desk and lay down next to him lifting up his hair to reveal a pained siren, the siren that had your heart in the palm of his hand.

"keeeeeeeennntt" you say dragging out the e, "speeeaaak too meeeeeee, because youve never been this quiet and its unsettling" you coo into his ear while gently rubbing his back. "I was watching you in class before" he finally croaks out breaking the short silence as he looks up at you, you respond with a nod urging him to continue. "the way you all were laughing and messing around, how happy you looked, the way Xavier," he paused to take a deep breathe trying to calm himself down "Seeing Xavier getting all hot and flustered anytime you looked at him or he made you laugh. When you fell into his side and he practically stopped breathing on the spot. I couldn't help but get jealous, i mean he is THE Xavier Thorpe, he's rich, he's funny, he's nice and he has half the school at his feet I just, I just felt like he had gotten to you, that you had realised that you like him instead of me." Your heart broke at the sight of your beautiful siren boyfriend with tears brimming his eyes as he ranted about the fear of losing you to Xavier, one of, if not his Best Friend.

"C'mon Kent" his anxiousness soaring through the roof as he waits for you to feel betrayed and untrusted. "you really think I would date THAT, the ripoff Picasso, Nevermores local Slenderman?" You say while holding back a giggle. He sighs and wraps you into one of his famous bear hugs and pulls you to straddle his lap as he hides his face into the crook of your neck. Letting out another sigh, yet this time not saddens, angered or anxious, but a content and relieved sigh as he gives your torso a slight squeeze. "I'm sorry my (girl/boy/so), I didn't mean to depress you, I just couldn't shake the thought. Even it us is pretty stupid" you send him a quizzical look "Kent," you say staring into his breathtakingly crystal like eyes while holding his face in your hands "that thought wasn't stupid. It was bat-shit crazy! I mean, Xavier!" You call out letting another laughing fit take over. He rolls his eyes and pushes you off of him and onto your bed causing another giggling fit to erupt from you. He settles himself over you and gives you a kiss full of passion which you gladly return, he slowly depend the kiss and lowers himself down a tad more to get more comfortable. This time putting YOU into a flustered state. Before anything could go anywhere else Yoko bursts into the dorm followed by Bianca Divina. "Ew Kent could get off of my friend please, feral fish" His twin says while throwing a pillow at him as Bianca takes a picture and yoko makes mocking kissing noises. "Alright alright behave yourselves ladies, and Divina" he says throwing the pillow back at her only 10 times the force. He quickly gives you another peck and sprints out of the room leafing his bag as his twin sets after him with murder on her mind. You and the other two girls just ignore the crazy twins anticts and catch up and share the new found gossip discovered during the lesson.

i might start taking requests to write on here but idk

#wednesday #kent x reader #nevermore #fanfic #oliver watson #sirens #netflix

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b4b3tte · 2 years ago

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Hi can u please make a Rowan x gn reader but afab where reader is a new student and shy little water nymph who is part of Bianca's clique and they become friends for a while but Rowan feels he's out of their league so they reassure him and it's friends to lovers? No rush, i like reading ur stuff 💞

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — outcast Rowan befriends a popular water nymph and accidentally develops feelings, he feels out of readers league since they are apart of a popular clique but Reader makes sure he thinks otherwise!! ( might make this a series!! )

Contains of — fluff,friends to lovers, comfort, kisses slight bullying,feeling like an outcast, negative thoughts and more!!

Babette’s note — Hi I am literally so fucking excited for this request like AAA- but tysm for requesting! At first I didn’t know what a water nymph was so I researched what it was and got an idea, I looked at some photos so please if I described or anything of the sort wrong I deeply apologize and would be more than happy to fix it! This is part one, part two is going to be full on fluff and if you want maybe some smut if you’d like :0!! Not proofread

- Going to Public school while being a nymph was extremely difficult and frustrating. Having to get up early in the morning to hide your identity from other students was such a hassle.

- Your legal guardian decided to hire a private teacher but obviously it was expensive none of the less, that is when your legal guardian came across Nevermore academy, a school for outcasts

- your legal guardian thought it was a dream come true, finally having a school suitable for you, but after so many promises and lies that your going to finally fit in somewhere

- you didn’t think that this was any different but you were grateful for how hard they were trying to find a place suitable for you. The day of going to nevermore academy was the worse, you had second thoughts and got into a argument with your legal guardian

- you just wanted a private teacher so you can stay at home, you were tired of feeling like an outcast. But at the end of the day you realized that this might be the last chance you'll have at feeling normal at a school environment or in general.

- It’s been a month since you transferred to nevermore academy, and so far it’s been a blast not having to hide who you are and having a group of peers just like you was a dream, you became great friends with Bianca,divina and Kent a group of sirens

- you also befriended a shy outcast which other people refer him as a “ freak “ , “ geek “ , “ nerd “ , “ lazy “ , “ loser “. sadly the people who referred him as that were your group of friends

- they were fun to hang out with but you have to admit, they were rude to other students although on your free time you’d hang out with Rowan in the library, which happened a lot,

- it wasn’t a surprise that you both developed feelings for each other, of course none of you made it clear that you guys were in-love, rowan was the one that had the most doubt, you being in a popular clique already Made him feel worse about himself and bring more negativity in his mind “ why would they want someone like me? “

- rowan naturally had a negative mindset since he was little, mainly about his uniqueness and interesting mindset, yet you looked past that, you thought it didn’t matter but Rowan thought otherwise

- rowan was whispering to himself in his dorm room, Xavier was out and about so he was alone, meanwhile you were walking down the dormitory hallway going to return his study book since he left it in the library

- weirdly the door was cracked open, which made you think something was up so you slowly walked to the door and putting your ear to the door you only hear soft whispering so you open the door

- you see Rowan sitting at his desk and hear him say “ would y/n ever love me back? “ you were genuinely surprised at the sudden sentence Rowan said, you were at the lost for words really.

- you wanted to say something but also stay quiet, but the quietness turned to loudness from the unexpected ring from both ends of the door.

- one from being sent and one from being received

- “ oh shit “

- the ring was a text. A text from Rowan saying “ hey are you free right now? “ thing is you know Rowan heard the ring, so obviously he looked at the door and saw a figure.

- he quickly got up and opened the door, shocked to find out it was you.

Hey thank you for reading!! I truly appreciate it!! Create a life that feels good on the inside, not one that just looks good on the outside!! Love you so much take care part two coming up!!🫶🤍⭐️

side note Someone please write me some rocky balboa fanfics<3 mwah mwah

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dragon-chica · 2 years ago

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Wednesday Preference - Chapstick Kisses

Fandom: Wednesday

For @crispinablr, and for Kent's flavor :)

Xavier Thorpe: He just used something bland like carmex or burt's bees, got a Mountain Dew one once with Ajax and would say 'gamer fuel' and kiss, lowkey disappointed when it was gone. Once you introduce him to other flavors he is hooked, to the chapstick and taste of your lips.

Wednesday Addams: One time you asked to borrow some chapstick from her and she said she actually likes the feeling of her lips splitting from aching dryness. You called bullshit because she has beautiful, healthy lips. You kiss her and swipe your tongue across her lip and glare "Funny how 'dryness' tastes like pomegranate."

Enid Sinclair: You never know what flavor Enid's kisses will be today, she had a huge collection of chapsticks, always tries out the holiday flavors (stocks up on the hot cocoa ones), lots of desert flavored ones and strawberry and cherry. You finally understand why all the songs going on about cherry chapstick.

Ajax Petropolus: His go-to is the most artificially tasting grape that even lightly tints his lips purple, you've come to love the overly sweet smell filling your nose each time you go in for a kiss.

Bianca Barclay: She wears those pretty clear lipsticks that sometimes have glitter or a little flower in them, her lips are so glossy and smell faintly of vanilla.

Kent the Siren: He likes cookie flavored ones, especially chocolate chip. Always uses good brands, he got hooked on EOS and can also entertain his boredom by tossing and catching it. Also when he can find a good strawberry shortcake one.

Divina the Siren: She prefers a lip gloss, the glittery ones that tint her lips a little bit pinker. Loves seeing how it leaves a coat on your lips after kissing, but also holding your chin and carefully applying it herself while you watch her. She's also tried some of Bianca's.

Tyler Galpin: A little vanilla off-brand tube he gets at the convenience store and he laughs and offers it to you when you ask how his lips are so soft. Lifts his hand at the last second, still within reach if you really want it, and adds "Maybe you should just kiss me more?"

Eugene Ottinger: Burt's bees :) Then he started making his own as soon as his bees were up and running.

#Wednesday x reader #Wednesday imagine #Xavier Thorpe x reader #Wednesday Addams x reader #Ajax Petropolus x reader #Divina the Siren x reader #Tyler Galpin x reader #Enid Sinclair x reader #my stuff #Bianca Barclay #Kent the Siren #Eugene Ottinger

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jojojoy1 · 2 years ago

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Kent X reader shy first kiss?

Kent Fisher x reader

Kent had finally asked you on a date after anxiously planning how to for months. He was so surprised when you said yes. He asked Divina and Yoko to help him plan the perfect date.

A picnic by the lake. The perfect date. He was so excited and nervous. He never thought he'd get this far. A date with you, that's crazy!

...

Your date started in less than an hour and you couldn't be happier. You'd liked Kent for a while and couldn't believe he asked you out. You've dreamt of this day for as long as you can remember.

...

Kent wasn't as calm though. Divina and Yoko were helping him set up and, with how nervous Kent was, they were regretting it.

"Divina, that's not right." Kent moaned again.

"Does it really matter, Kent. It's a blanket." Divina argued as Kent picked up the blanket and put it back where he wanted it. Divina and Yoko both didn't see a difference but decided it was not worth the fight.

...

So far this date seems to be going okay. Kent thought.

You had eaten the picnic and were talking about anything and everything, getting to know each other.

You were talking about your family, but all Kent could focus on was your eyes. How they lit up as you talked about the people you loved. How the light of the setting sun hit them just right so they sparkled.

"Kent, are you paying attention?" You giggled as he blushed, shaking his head.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening."

You stared at his eyes as his gaze fell to your lips. He wanted to kiss you so bad but he was too nervous to try anything that bold on your first date. Definitely a second date thing. He thought.

"You're pretty." You said, taking Kent by surprise.

"Oh, um, err, thanks." He stuttered.

"You're really shy aren't you." You moved you face closer to his, making Kent's heart start beating faster.

"I, um, I." Kent couldn't find the words to respond. You were making him nervous and you knew that.

You pressed your lips against his. The kiss was soft and sweet. It was calming, as soon as you lips made contact Kent's heart beat slowed and he seemed more relaxed. When you pulled apart you stared into his beautiful, blue eyes.

"This date was amazing." You whispered.

Kent was still speechless from the kiss.

You kissed him on the cheek before standing up.

"I'll see you tomorrow." You said as you walked away, leaving Kent to replay the kiss in his head.

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chaosofmanyfandoms · 2 years ago

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Date to the Rave'n | Kent x gn reader

"You should just ask them." Divina urged her brother for about the millionth time as they sat in the Quad.

Kent had been staring at you again, ignoring the conversation that Divina was trying to have with him.

"They would never say yes." He said, finally taking his eyes off of you to look at his sister.

"You'll never know for sure unless you try." Divina said, trying to talk him into asking you to the Rave'n.

"What if they say no?" Kent asked, nervously looking over at you again. You caught him looking and sent him a small smile before turning back to your friends.

"What if they say yes?" Divina asked, seeing the way he had lit up when you smiled at him.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I'm gonna do it." He said, watching as your friends left.

You sat by yourself at one of the tables, pulling out your homework and starting on an essay that was due in two days. You looked up as someone walked up to you.

"Can I sit with you?" Kent asked with a nervous smile.

"Of course." You said, smiling back as you sat down your pen.

Kent sat down across from you, glancing over to see Divina shooting him a thumbs up.

"I was wondering, if you don't already have a date, if you'd maybe want to go to the Rave'n with me?" He asked in one breath, speaking quickly.

Kent stared down at the table, waiting for you're answer.

"I'd love to." You replied, making him whip his head up to look at you.

"Really?"

"Really." You assured him, making him grin.

"I didn't think that you would say yes." Kent admitted.

"Well I did, so you can't back out now." You joked.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

As soon as you were ready on the night of the dance, you went to meet Kent. He was already there waiting for you, having gotten there early just to be sure that he wouldn't keep you waiting. His eyes widened as soon as he saw you.

"You look amazing." He said, smiling. Kent could still hardly believe that you were his date to the dance.

"I could say the same for you." You said, holding out your hand to him. He took it, interlacing his fingers with yours.

The two of you walked into the dance, alot of people were already there. You got drinks before sitting with Divina and her date.

"You have no idea how long it took me took me to get him to ask you to be his date, he was so nervous." Divina said, making Kent blush red and glare at her.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked you, not wanting his sister to embarress him anymore than she already had.

"Sure." You smiled, taking his hand and letting him lead you to the dancefloor.

You could tell he was a little nervous to actually touch you, so you guided his hands to your hips before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"If you can't tell, Divina loves to embarress me." Kent mumbled.

You couldn't help but laugh, kissing him on the cheek. He blushed, grinning at you.

The song changed to something more upbeat, and you went back to sit with Divina and her date. Just as Kent was about to sit down, Divina grabbed him by the arm and drug him back to the dance floor. You laughed as the two danced, laughing at eachother.

After that Kent was talked into doing the worm by a couple friends, which made everyone laugh and cheer. As soon as a slower song turned on, he was back to take you back to the dancefloor. This time he didn't hesitate to rest his hands on your hips as the two of you swayed back and forth. You rested your foreheads together, smiling at eachother.

"Can I kiss you?" Kent asked softly.

You didn't reply, pressing your lips to his. He kissed back almost instantly. The moment would have been perfect, if you hadn't felt something wet dropping on your face.

The two of you pulled apart, only to find out that it was red paint. People started to panic almost instantly. You grabbed Kent by the arm, leading him out into the hallway. Most people were running to their dorms to scrub the paint off before it stained.

The two of you, on the other hand laughed watching as everyone else was tripping over their own feet in a panic.

"This was amazing, except for the paint part." Kent said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he walked you back to your dorm.

"Yeah, it was. What would you say about an actual date, the weathervane tomorrow?" You asked.

"I'd love that." Kent grinned, stopping at the door of your dorm.

He hugged you, but when he pulled away you pecked him on the lips making him blush.

"I'll see you tomorrow." You said, finally opening your door.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow." He said as you stepped inside.

He had a real date with you, tomorrow.

#kent fisher x reader #kent wednesday #kent x reader #wednesday #divina fisher #kent x gn reader #kent the siren

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romanscoming · 2 years ago

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hi! I love your stories, can you please write a Kent x Vampire reader?

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KENT FISHER x BLACK!VAMPIRE!READER FLUFF/LIGHT-SMUT

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"He finds her sex toys and proves that he is better" - @fezandashgirlfriend & ANONYMOUS

OCEAN EYES - BILLIE EILISH

No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high Fallin' into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes

SUMMARY; Seeking out of school with kent, as he'd found your little toys you been using behind his back but almost getting caught by the cops.., he rewards you for having a plan that works but also shows you he is way better than the no good shoes you got hanging around your room.

WARNING !

Kent is a little bratty, light sex, oral (female receiving), biting, breast-play, cum eating, pussy eating, face riding, body worship to the max, pet names such as babygirl, angel and sweet girl, kent is just mostly pleasing you, ..

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YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND HAD TO BE THE MOST GOOFIEST COUPLE AT NEVERMORE, not quite popular but noticeable, not toxic but sweet and full of love, not quite rough but going through it smoothly you know.

But that must had lend to you what you guys were going tonight, you guys were quite the troublemakers, well mainly Kent, you were the one always getting him out of trouble but once you guys were dating,

It was like a game of checkers against the rest of the school.

You would play a prank so good, and play it off as if Kent did it and everyone would believe he did, but do you both have that power, a siren and a vampire who can both control another.

You controlling with just eye contact, and him luring others with his pearly, ocean blue eyes and, hypnotic singing.

The relationship was full of trust, you both maybe control one or other at least once but made a promise to only do it when it is needed, such as one not talking to the other, or needing a confession, and wanting to know what's wrong.

But nothing to personal, Leading into the moment you were in right now, panting out a breath, you'd found Kent in your dorm waiting for you, and he'd seem pretty off a little but he didn't tell you anything,

That was until you told him to wait for you outside of the build as he asked you to come with him to get something, as he left you room you noticed the shoe box unearth your bed was half way open..

You try to ignore it as you quickly got dress, not putting on any panties as you believed you would make it up to him but boy, were you wrong.

You running down the street with Kent by you side.

As you turn the corner you'd came to a dead end which left you both with a groan, Kent was babbling trying to figure out what was next, you just stared at him and just let out a puff of your breath.

Now as you were both turned around, you'd seen the flicker of the torches and flashlights coming in closer and fear filled your veins at the thought of being caught.

You swallow hard and turn towards Kent, "Do you trust me?",,

He nodded his head as you asked and looked deeply into his eyes as his hands gripped onto your waist,

Mumbling a small 'fuck it' before smashing his lips onto yours as you grip the collar of his shirt and pulled him more closer to you, closer as possible, making his back press against the wall, as he blinked into the kiss seeing how you needed this.

You pulled away just as you catch a breathe and then called out for another.

His eyes widened a little softly, but without hesitation his lips were covering yours once again.

heat instantly filled your body once again, forgetting that y'all were being followed until the sound of stuttering guards interrupted you.

"Oh! Apologies my Lord-.. I..I will leave you guys be as soon as possible." the man said as he covered his eyes and walked away, cheeks reds.

Kents eyes never left yours as he stared down at you, shocked at your little trick you played on the man,

Your cheeks warmed as you buried yourself into the boys chess and let your warm shaking breath touch the surface of it before looking up at him smiling, "That question is such a turn on for me for some reason.."

Kent hummed as he tucked a piece of you braided hair behind your ear and planting his mouth on your cheek before planting it onto your forehead leaving little kisses.

With due, you guys were in the popular cafe playing around, and running around, the lights of the small building were off, only to Kent to tap the lamp costing a small bit of light to glow in the room

You played music next to the lamp, as you guys connected with each other, attaching your body together as your head rested on his shoulders and his arms around your waist as you rocked against one and another.

As you guys were looking deeply into each others eyes, those ocean eyes.. not even a little fair as you seen all of the lust piled up inside, you notice that their was a problem,

He planted about 6 pecks around your face, and another 6 on your lips, back to back as you pulled him back for more, needing more and having to have more.

Before you knew it you were laid in on the booth table, shirtless, bra-less only with your skirt on.

Kent was caressing all over your body, squeezing your jaw making you keep eye contact with him, squeezing your thighs.

Trailing his hands up to your inner-thigh reaching for your pussy before pulling away and caressing your breast, pulling and biting at your nipples.

"I know, you know what I know." Kent told you looking deeply into your eyes.

You kissed your teeth, before he opened your mouth and spat inside of it before closing your mouth making sure you swallowed it all,

Finally letting his hand cupped your clothed pussy, he smiled to himself as he felt the wetness.

"You leaking through your draws or you decided not to wear any tonight?" He argued, "Maybe you were to busy about to play with yourself with those toy, huh-ain't that right?"

You felt yourself dripping more as he bought out your sex-toys your kept in that box under your bed,, normally you would put it away in the closet, maybe behind some boxes on the top shelf, but you just forgot to replace it back up there that evening ?

He ripped your skirt off as you whimpered at the rough touch, his hand still ghosting around your pussy as you threw your head back and moaned.

He came closer to your ear and whispered so sweetly but rough, "I could be so much better, doll..,"

"I could let you feed on me, I could touch you in the places you want to be touch, and I can pleasure you more, make you really moan and all.. all of that because you're my everything.."

"And I don't want no toys beating me at make your feel like you're my everything." He added shortly after, panting groaning in your ear as he grind on the edge of the table, needing affection.

Pulling you closer to him, he spat on his dick, palming himself a couple of times before placing himself between your pussy lips, just like a hotdog between bread,

He kissed your forehead before pushing your head into his neck whispering as you whimper and babble, "Bite me baby, you know you want to.. go ahead."

With that being side, you moaned as his mushroom tip press against your clit tapping it making your legs shake a bit.

As your vangs came out, your planted them into his shoulder.

You bit him, sucking up blood, as you eyes rolled back, and body started to go out of control, hips rocking against his cock, arms wrapped around his back, hands starching his back leaving major marks, you couldn't do anyways but shake up your body.

His blood was a addiction, like something so amazing, like sex on the beach.. just drinking gives you a orgasm and you were getting closer and closer.

Just as he felt you twitching, he pulled you off, backing you away.

He moves down your skin, cupping one of your breast and taking one into his mouth,, as your back arches and rises off of the table.

He bites down, letting a mark like you did on his neck, but pulls away looking at you deeply in your eyes.

"Want me to make you feel good, the best you haven't had.. I'll show you that you don't need them toys, only me."

He whines into the skin of your stomach as he kisses and bites down on it, his face sliding down towards your expose private.

"Gonna have to cum on my tongue,, now..?" He asks as he bites on your thighs kissing the corners of your pussy, before looking back up at you.

you whined for him to stop teasing you, telling him don't waste your time.

He slapped your clit with his hand making you whine as his got on his knees and placed your legs onto his shoulder, lowering his hand planting small kisses on your cunt over and over, staring back up at you dumbly and innocently.

He started making out with your pussy.. slurping up all of your pussy juices, all of the wetness, as it started to spill out more and more as he tried to clean it up.

"please..please please please-Kent!" you whined as your lift up getting a better look, he licked up your slit, as your back returned to the arched position, legs wrapping around his neck as one of his hands grabbed ahold of your right thigh, as the other hand squeezed at your breast,

You felt his breathe hike on your cunt just as his tongue entered your sticky hole, he kissed it as his head was buried even more into your cunt as your thighs tighten around his head.

You pause of a second as you felt yourself wet like hell, and so close to cumming, you whimpered now noticing that you were stuffing his head in your cunt and pulled them away

Letting your legs hang off of his shoulders as your hand followed his.

One hand caress his that was holding on to your boobies, and your other hand tugging on his hand thrusting it up and down trying to move his hand in the same place.

"O-ohhh god, Kent!" your moans filling up the dark room, "Keeppp-ahh~ keep going please!"

You begged and begged, "Keep doing it.. don't stop!"

He made eye contact with you as the other half of his face was deeply inside of your cunt, his tongue pushing in and out of you and back up pressing it against your clit, as he pushed about 3 fingers into your hole,

Making that back arches even higher and high, you moans kissing the air around you guys as you looked at the window and seeing ya'lls reflection.. you moaned even more.

Legs shaking even more as you babbled for more and more, "Please.. Im begging.., Kent say it please!" feeling that puddle building up inside of your belly.. breaking slowly but quicken as the pace of Kent speeded up.

"Im going to cum!" You babbled, as he rubbed your stomach, he kissed you cunt before humming against it shaking up your body even more, "Cum, butterfly.. do it."

Just as those words came out, you panted up a moan just as your orgasm came up, Kent rides out your high as you finally got the breath you been trying to catch for the longest,

He kissed your stomach, breast, shoulders and lips twice as he moved and kissed under your neck, "I love you.. you don't need them toys okay?" you heard him muffle.. you just pulled him in for a heavenly kissed before smiling and saying,, "I love you more."

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ANY MISTAKES/MISSPELLS TELL ME.

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itsmehemma · 2 years ago

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kent who didn't know that you were a siren till the poe cup.

“ 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐬 “

𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨/𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙣.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘅 𝗦𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗻! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗳𝗲𝗺! 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗲! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 :)

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: my first drabble/blurb here on tumblr! this is female implied, specify in the future if you want any male or gn readers! also, if you’re interested in Demon Slayer, follow me on Wattpad, I’m currently writing an oc backstory in the Demon Slayer universe! Wattpad user: _sleepy-head_

You bounced your leg up and down, nervous about the events that were going to unfold that day.

It was the day of the Poe Cup finale, and you were here, in your dorm, getting ready with your dorm mates, Divina and Bianca.

Bianca noticed your nervousness from where she was sitting, carefully doing her makeup in front of her mirror.

“y/n? Are you alright?”

Your roommates voice snapped you out of your daze. Divina raised her head, interested by the commotion.

“Oh yeah. Fine.” You blinked rapidly, and stood up.

Your short, white streaked hair was pulled back in a ponytail, golden glittery eyeshadow was displayed on your eyelids. Bianca had insisted on you wearing fake pearls, so they were situated at the outermost corner of your eyes.

You began to pace back and forth, causing your friends to worry more.

“Are you sure? You seem nervous. If you’re starting to have second thoughts, we can reconsider the plan entirely.” Divina suggested, taking in your worrisome state.

“No, no. It’s totally fine. I just haven’t done this in a while.”

You were a siren, but not many people knew that. You were quiet, and hated singing. Your amulet was hidden in your pocket, preventing the use of your Siren Song. You never went near water, meaning nobody could ever see your fins or tail.

You hated going into the water. It reminded you of when you were younger, when your mother would get angry at you for not being able to use your tail properly in the water. It wasn’t your fault, you were only a child, but your mother thought otherwise.

Nevermore was your safe space, far away from water, and far away from your parents. It was almost perfect. Almost. But here you were, waiting to get into the lake to sabotage the other competitors boats.

As the time neared, you began to get more and more nervous, your leg bouncing up and down, and you felt a familiar tightness in your chest.

This cannot be happening right now. You thought, glancing at your image in your vanity mirror. I cannot be panicking right now.

You tried your best to inhale, and to calm yourself. It worked, temporarily. But just like that, it was time to meet up with the rest of the Golden Bugs for the Poe Cup finale.

Divina linked her arm with yours, for reassurance. You smiled back at her, the butterflies in your stomach slowly dying off.

You followed Bianca to the lake, where the Nevermore staff and students were beginning to gather. Principal Weems was setting up her microphone stand with the help of Ms. Thornhill. She nodded at your group as you approached the canoe.

It was a beautiful, sunny day. The green forest was lush and full of life. The water was murky, with fish swimming around and seaweed moving alongside the current. It was a calming sight for others, but not for you. This was a reminder of what was to come.

Divina helped you board the canoe, and she handed you your oar.

“You’ll be fine, y/n. I promise. There’s no reason to worry.” Divina must’ve picked up on your nervousness.

“Yeah, I know. It’s something else that’s bothering me actually…” You replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Divina’s eyes widened.

“Is this about Kent?”

You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously.

“Listen,” Divina reassured. “Even if he doesn’t know that you’re a siren, I doubt he’ll care. He’s been dating you.. for how long? Two months? He loves you either way.”

“Yeah,” Bianca added in. “He might be a little shocked, but you know Kent. He hardly gets mad. And who cares if he doesn’t know about this new addition to the plan? You’re going to do great, I promise.”

You felt tears forming, but quickly wiped them away. You absolutely loved your friends.

“Thanks you guys. I.. I’ll try.”

“Good.” Divina smiled. “And if Kent complains, I promise you I’ll beat his ass for you.”

The rest of teams began to come in, boarding their canoes and whispering over their plans. Students and staff members began to trickle in, dressed in their team colors. Students were bickering excitedly along the shore.

You clutched your oar, examining the other teams. You spotted those from Ophelia Hall, dressed in cat suits. Enid glanced your way, followed by a glare from Wednesday. You turned back, focusing on the water all around you.

The next few moments were a blur.

The race had started, and the Gold Bugs were in the lead, as per usual. You spotted Kent on the hidden dock as you rowed.

He gave you a smile and a nod as he unbuttoned his shirt and jumped into the water. You began to stand, your legs shaking.

“y/n! Steady! Again, good luck!” Bianca shouted over the commotion, as one of the other teams began to cry out as their canoe fell apart.

You dropped your oar and jumped into the water, a cold rush enveloping your body. Your legs turned into a tail, and you felt yourself breathing normally again.

Remember the plan: tip over Ophelia Halls’ canoe. Your thoughts raced as you swam through the murky water. You hated that your vision was limited in this pool of aquatic plants and mud. It made you shiver at the thought of ever falling into the water without fins.

As you approached the canoe, you felt your hands shake. What if you got stuck under the canoe, or what if you tipped over the wrong canoe? You felt your chest tightening, and your breaths began to come in and leave quicker.

This cannot be happening. Not now.

You tried to steady yourself and breathe, trying to make your way towards Ophelia Halls canoe. You saw Kent there, pushing along the side of the canoe. His eyes widened as they landed on you.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. You tried to inhale, but then you realized, you couldn’t.

You glanced down, and realized that in your anxious state, your tail had disappeared. You were drowning.

You swam upwards, breaking the surface and gasping for air. Ophelia Halls canoe had continued on, meaning that Kent had failed. You shivered, and swam under, using every ounce of energy you could spare into gaining your tail back.

You swam towards the canoe, and began to claw at the bottom of it, weakening the wood underneath. You willed the water to push the canoe back, and you shoved your entire body against it.

The girls aboard the canoe exclaimed loudly, trying to hit you with their oars. Once you had pushed them off course, you swam towards your canoe. You broke the surface, and you felt arms lift you up. Divina and Bianca hauled you up onto the canoe, handing you your oar and congratulating you.

Their cheer was short lived, as the Gold Bugs had lost the Poe Cup to Ophelia Hall. At the time of the celebration, you sat with Divina, who was scolding Kent, who had a newly bruised eye, and Bianca, who was rolling her eyes, angry.

Kent looked hurt, and it wasn’t about Divina yelling at how he had cost them the race.

He was staring at you, his green blue eyes bearing into you. You smoothed your skirt and stood up from the picnic table.

“I’m going to my dorm.” You excused yourself and walked away.

You hadn’t noticed Kent had followed you, and you only noticed when he pulled you by your arm.

“Hey, what was that all about?” He asked, gently letting go of your arm.

“What do you mean?” You looked down at your shoes, crossing your arms against your chest.

Kent sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a siren? Do you not trust me enough?”

You glanced up at him. He had a hurt expression on his face, and his hands were in his pockets, something he did when he was anxious.

“It’s fine if you don’t want me to know, I understand. I’m just hurt. If you had told me I would’ve helped you during the Poe Cup.”

You began to fidget with your fingers.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that..”

“Just what?”

“I’m not a very good siren. My mother would pressure me into being better, but I could never meet her expectations. I’m not even full siren. My father is a normie. She resents him. I guess that’s why I don’t put much effort into what I do, and why I’m a bit afraid of swimming in murky water..”

Kent didn’t reply for a few seconds, leading you to worry.

“Forget what I just said.” You felt anxious, again, and decided it would be best to hunker down in your dorm for the rest of the day.

Before you could walk away, Kent pulled you into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around you.

“Hey, y/n, it’s alright. You should’ve told be earlier. I could’ve helped you. It’s okay, I’m not mad at you. I could never be.”

You hugged him tightly, burying your face into the crook of his neck, letting yours tears slip down your face.

You both stood there, in front of your dorm, holding one another.

You finally felt at home.

#wednesday #kent fisher #nevermore #kent wednesday #divina wednesday #kent x reader #siren song #bianca barclay #poe cup #i am so tired

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curawrites · 2 years ago

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Secret Admirer

Xavier Thorpe x fem! Reader

Warnings: smoking weed, skinny dipping, alcohol, nudity, reader has stalkerish tendencies but not really.

Note: binged Wednesday recently and this man is all over my fyp. This is also a bit self indulgent 💚

A new semester has started at Nevermore, which meant a bustling school filled with a bunch of new outcasts of all kinds.

Xavier felt indifferent, not excited for the new semester with everyone gossiping about his break up with Bianca.

Nevertheless he set his painting stuff down in front of a brick wall, ready to paint a new mural. He sighed and tied his hair back before grabbing a large paint brush.

Instead of feeling the familiar wood handle of the brush he felt the unexpected texture of paper.

A piece of folded paper was tied around the brush handle. Curious he untied the little string bow and unfolded the paper to reveal a drawing of a camellia flower. He smiled to himself and put the little drawing in his pocket.

His secret admire was back.

Before he got into a relationship he frequently had found little sketches, poems, and tiny paintings from an anonymous person. He found them everywhere, on his desk, in his fencing helmet, in his art shed, in his Nightshade mask and cloak, and even in his dorm like someone had slipped it under the door.

He thought it was a little weird at first but eventually he looked forward to finding the hidden little pieces of paper. The way they drew him so beautiful and with so many cheesy hearts made his heart slightly flutter whenever he opened the folded papers.

Once he got with Bianca he stopped finding them. He was a little disappointed but he was glad his secret admirer respected his relationship.

After finding a fourth drawing, Xavier decided to put more thought into who was behind them. They had to be apart of the Nightshade considering he found one in his cloak. This slimmed down his options but he still had no idea who it could be.

“Got something from my secret admire today.” He said as he sat down next to Ajax.

“Oh they’re back?” Ajax grinned elbowing the long haired boy beside him.

“Seems so.” Xavier shrugged, “Do you have any idea who it is? They have to be a Nightshade.” He asked glancing at his friend.

“I think it’s Yoko’s roomie.” Ajax stated pointing towards you with his head.

Xavier knew of you obviously, you were in the Nightshade after all. But he knew very little, all he knew was that you liked art and that you were a siren. He’s had brief interactions with you but nothing ever significant.

You were shy and always kept to yourself, only ever really talking with Yoko and the other sirens.

“You think?” Xavier questioned, “I’ve barely talked to them like ever.”

“She’s the only one other than you who can draw.” Ajax shrugged.

Xavier nodded in agreement, “True.”

The conversation faded into silence and the boys went back to eating their lunches.

Now with a slightly better ideas Xavier kept an eye out for you in your shared classes.

In fencing class he found a little canvas in his equipment, it was a very tiny painting of the Kiss by Gustav Klimt. He smiled fondly to himself before putting it in his uniform pocket.

Stepping out to the practice room, he noticed your fencing partner Yoko was missing. You stood alone to the side awkwardly.

“Hey, you wanna maybe partner up? For this class?” He asked approaching you, accidentally startling you.

“Um, don’t you usually partner up with Ajax?” You asked fidgeting with your sabre.

“Yeah but he can go one class without me. So what do you say?” He smiled down at you.

“Sure. We can partner up, Xavier.” You agreed, smiling kindly up at the boy.

“Yoko’s planing a little party at the lake Friday night.” You whispered to him while watching Bianca and Wednesday spar.

“Yeah?” He leaned down to hear you.

“Yoko is planing on making drinks, I know Ajax is bringing weed, Divina wants to skinny dip, you know Nightshade party stuff.” He nodded, listening to you.

“Do you think you’ll go?” You asked looking up at him.

Xavier thought about it, the Nightshade hadn’t had an outing to the lake in a while, “Yeah sure.” He agreed.

“Great!” You nodded, before focusing back on the two girls sparring.

Friday came faster than Xavier expected and he kept finding more little sketches. He was a bit more certain it was you. In one of your shared classes (botany) he watched you sketch, your art style was suspiciously familiar and the pages of your sketchbook were ripped. But he couldn’t be certain.

He and Ajax made their way to the lake, Ajax had the weed while Xavier was carrying their towels.

“Hey guys!” Divina greeted from the water, tail splashing in and out of the water, spraying Kent behind her.

The area was lit with decorative lights, and Yoko had set up her own area to mix drinks.

“Hey!” Ajax walked over to the dock placing down his weed on a box.

Xavier greeted some friends placing the towels down on the dock.

You were on the edge of the dock, taking off your nightgown. Your iridescent scales shined in the light, they shifted from orange to yellow to green.

“Hi.” You shyly waved at Xavier before taking off your panties and placing them with your other things.

“Hey.” He greeted returning your wave before you dove into the water.

Once you were fully submerged in the water your legs shifted into a green iridescent tail.

You swam around for a little while, scavenging for rocks and shiny things.

While you were off in your own world, Xavier got curious and started looking through your sketchbook. He flipped threw a few pages admiring your art until he landed on a drawing of him. The more he flipped threw the more he found torn pages, pages that were cut and uneven, and more little drawings of him. He quickly closed the sketchbook seeing you swim up to the dock.

You placed your findings on the edge of the dock, many rocks and lost jewelry before noticing Xavier’s hand on your sketchbook. You looked up at him shyly, a slightly guilty look in your eyes. You sank back into the water and swam towards Yoko. She made you a drink which you gladly took and started drinking.

After witnessing your reaction, Xavier started to panic, it wasn’t his intention to have you catch him. He didn’t want to scare you off, he genuinely enjoyed your admiration. He had to fix this.

Quickly he took off his clothes and got in the water. He swam over to the other dock where all the other Nightshade members were chatting, drinking and smoking weed. Ajax gave him a blunt, which he gladly took and lit.

While taking a hit of the blunt he glanced over at you. You were sipping your cocktail while chatting with Bianca and Divina.

“So girls night Sunday? Ok. That sounds great.” You nodded before downing your drink.

You swam closer to him setting your glass on the dock, “Hey Yoko? Can you make me another drink, please?” You asked politely.

“Course!” Yoko replied and took your glass.

“Thanks!” You smiled at the girl before turning to talk with the others.

Maybe it was the weed talking but Xavier couldn’t help but find you stunning. Your scales shined in the soft light, your skin and hair were wet, and of course you were topless. Your bare breasts were fully exposed, and your nipples were perked.

While he was admiring you, Yoko had finished making your drink.

“Here’s your drink!” She set the glass down on the dock

“Thanks Yoko!” You thanked grabbing the glass, before returning to the conversation you were having.

Feeling bold Xavier wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you a bit closer to his body. You glanced up at him surprised at his boldness. He smiled seeing the redness of blush bloom on your cheeks.

You were so flustered, the way Xavier looked and smiled at you made butterflies erupt in your tummy. Turning your gaze back to your drink to avoid his. You take a sip looking back at your other friends.

Xavier’s hand kept stroking your side, sometimes getting low enough to touch your more solid scales. The more you drank the more you leaned into his side, finally resting your head on his shoulder. Many people had already left to back to their dorms at this point.

“You look so pretty right now..” he murmured into your damp hair, blunt put out and left in the water.

You blushed, “Your prettier, Xavi..” you mumbled back. “I like you a lot y’know.. for a while.” you admitted.

“I know.” He smirked lazily, “I like you to.” He confessed.

You looked up at him wide eyes.

“God your so cute.” He cooed making you even more flustered.

“Stop..” you whined before downing your drink. “I’m ready to go back to my dorm.” You yawn setting down your glass.

“I’ll go with you.” Xavier offered more like stated, immediately.

You nodded and swam towards the other dock where you had your stuff. Your pushed yourself out of the water and sat on the dock, “don’t look while I dry off, Thrope.” You tease grabbing your towel.

“Same goes to you.” Xavier replied back before getting out of the water.

You started by drying your tail off until it shifted back into your legs. You put your panties back on before drying the rest of your body. You slipped your night gown back on and packed your things. Lastly you slipped your shoes back on.

“Ready?” Xavier asked, holding his now damp towel.

“Yeah.” You walked over to him, a bit wobbly because of the alcohol.

He wrapped an arm around you and helped you back to Nevermore. On the wall back you progressively started to lean and cling more and more into him until he was supporting you entirely.

The walk was long but the both of you made it to the dorms.

“Thank you Xavier.” You yawned opening your dorm door.

“It’s no problem.” He smiled and scratched the back of his neck.

The clacking of heels echoed in the silent hallways. Quickly you pull Xavier into your dorm and shut the door.

“Woah, easy there.” He said stumbling a bit.

“Sorry, just didn’t want to get caught.” You said matter of factly.

“Well.. what now hm?” He asked looking over your side of the dorm.

“You could stay the night.. um if you want..” You mumbled hanging you bag on the chair by your desk.

“Beats being caught by Thornhill.” He sighed, throwing his towel on the ground, “Where do I sleep.”

“Um..” you looked around your dorm, the effects of the alcohol had worn off by now making you much more shyer. “You could um.. sleep in my bed- or the floor I can get more blankets and pillows.” You offered, stress brushing your hair.

“I’ll take your bed over the floor. Is that ok?” He asked sitting on your bed.

“It’s all good.” You blushed and got in bed and faced the wall your bed was against.

Xavier got in after you, facing away from you.

The both of you laid in silence for a while. He could faintly feel you shiver against his back. He flipped onto his over side and wrapped an arm around you.

Half awake you scooted back into him, his body was warm and comfortable. No longer cold you quickly fell asleep.

Your soft breathing slowly lulled him to sleep.

Yoko had entered the dorm a few minutes later, seeing you and Xavier cuddled in bed made her chuckle. She took a picture of the two of you, for what? Blackmail? Perhaps. Mostly to show to the other Nightshade and win that bet she had with Kent. She grabbed her things and snuck back out to go to Divina’s dorm.

The next morning would be an interesting one to explain to your friends..

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