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wifelinkmtg · 11 months ago

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Wifelink: Murders! #sponsored

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WAIT, WE'RE DOING RAVNICA? DIDN'T YOU SKIP A COUPLE SETS

What are you, Azorius? I've never felt any fondness for Eldraine, and I really didn't vibe with the new Ixalan set, so we're doing the Ravnica Murder Mystery set. I'm not going to do every single set that comes out or this will be my full-time job by 2026.

Cold Case Cracker (art by Wayne Wu)

Some things are very simple. Good cheekbones and the classic trench coat with the wide belt. I particularly enjoy the way her hair looks more like strips of fabric or parchment.

Merchant of Truth (art by Carissa Susilo)

"Goth angel" works on me every time, and this piece is particularly gorgeous - the composition and that dress, my goodness. You don't see a lot of angels from behind in Magic, on account of you would have to figure out what the anatomy and clothing situation is where the wings connect to the back, and Carissa has solved the clothing problem rather elegantly, and refused to engage with the anatomy problem at all. I can respect that.

I've never quite understood what's going on with Orzhov angels - I think they're mostly supposed to be disillusioned ex-Boros, but they don't really get much of a voice in story. You've got the flavor text on Angel of Despair, "it is as if their duty is to an empty void," but that's a quote from the most Boros of all the angels. Perhaps it's simply that the Orzhov don't labor under the same illusions as the other white-aligned guilds - the Boros and the Azorius and as we see in this story, even the Selesnya are all firmly entrenched in the idea that they stand for what's Right and Good on Ravnica, but ultimately they stand only for themselves and their own power and pre-eminence. The Orzhov, at least, make no secret of this. Maybe that's a comfort, to an angel.

Experiment Twelve (art by Michele Giorgi)

Oh baby girl the Simic fucked you right up, didn't they. Claws and scales and some sort of muzzle - do you feel like an animal, now? Do you hate what they did to you, or do you glory in your new sharpness? Did you escape, or are you on their leash? Are you hunted, or am I?

Bubble Smuggler (art by Leesha Hannigan)

This is Glovax. I've only had them for a day but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in the room and then myself.

Honestly I'm disconsolate that this isn't a real animal that exists in the world and that I'll never get to rescue one from an aquarium and have an octopus fish best friend for life. You know that soul-sick feeling you get when you remember that Anomalocaris has been extinct for 500 million years ago and that you will never be able to pet one? Yeah. Goddammit they're going to make this a pet on Arena and I will spend real earth dollars on it.

ALL THESE TENTACLES AND STILL THE BIGGEST SUCKER IS YOU. NOW MAKE WITH THE LEGENDARIES

Etrata, Deadly Fugitive (art by Livia Prima)

I have looked at a whole lot of Etrata art, and do you want to know my considered opinion? This outfit fucking rules. It's got one and a quarter sleeves, thirteen visible buckles, a circular collar that connects only at the sternum, and a clingy ankle-length skirt with a slit damn near up to the thigh to reveal more buckles. It is the least practical outfit I can imagine an assassin wearing short of an inflatable dinosaur costume but god, it looks like it's meant for deadly stealth, and I am in love. Etrata is broody and gorgeous and has a big knife and extraordinarily naked shoulders, and what else could you want?

Judith, Carnage Connoisseur (art by Jodie Muir)

A look specifically crafted to elicit "step on me mommy"s from the general public. I'm on record as saying that there's no way Judith does any sort of aftercare, so maybe have a Selesnya cleric on speed-dial if you're gonna run that risk.

Judith, Carnage Connoisseur (alternate art by Alex Dos Diaz)

I think Loxodon Hierarch is screening my calls.

Honestly, I would do stupid, stupid things for a pretty girl with red eyes, sharp nails and facial scarring. I'm not sure what kinds of things I would do for a pretty girl with gold flame decals on her arms, but based on prior evidence, they would probably also be extremely stupid.

Izoni, Center of the Web (art by Justine Cruz)

It's weird how people get locked in your memory at the point in time you knew them. You know you've changed a lot since then, and if you thought about it you'd agree other people might well also have changed, but you don't think about it, and then you run into an old friend or an ex and the things you knew them for, the things you've tied their memory to in your mind, aren't even still part of their life.

So Izoni, my beloved Izoni, Ravnica's foremost bug girl and finder of beetles, has moved on with her life in the past six years. She's into spiders now, that's her thing. She's a spider girl. And that's cool, spiders are cool, too, but the way this went in my head I was going to tell her about the mantis-riders of Tarkir and the dune-beetles of Amonkhet and the behavioral quirks of giant ants on Innistrad and now, instead, I'm not sure what to say. "You're looking well," I suppose, or something about, "so, leading the Swarm now? How's that going for you?"

Analyze the Pollen (art by Anna Christenson)

It's not even that big a change, really. Hardly noticeable. She still has that same intensity, that same curiosity. Her brows still furrow in concentration. She's still covered in crawling things, and she is still the most beautiful woman on Ravnica. Spiders or insects, what's the difference? All it means is that six years have passed. All it means is that the places and people you love continue to move in your absence. All it means is that you're both talking past each other to your echoes, to the people you used to know, who no longer exist. Time has eaten them both.

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DO YOU THINK SHE'S GONNA BE GOOD WITH CONTENT SHE SPONSORED CALLING SOMEONE ELSE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN RAVNICA

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OR LIKE DO YOU THINK SHE'S GENERALLY COMFORTABLE SHARING THE SPOTLIGHT

...so thank you all so much for listening to this episode of Wifelink! I'm going to lay low for a bit, and if my body turns up face-down in an undercity canal, y'all know who did it.

#ravnica #murders at karlov manor

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karahofthedawn · 2 years ago

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You Owe Us One (Part 6) - The Amended Agreement

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

After a steamy argument at the Yule Ball, you are asked to meet Fred and George at your usual spot. You're tired of the back and forth and are determined to figure out just what the brothers want.

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Contains: Oral sex (male and female), vaginal and anal sex, edging and threesome. No incest.

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The stars above are nothing but a distant memory as you fumble your way back to the Yule Ball with the bitter cold winter wind nipping at your heels. There was still a sea of students on the dance floor that you carefully elbow your way through.

You aren't entirely sure how this meeting is going to go with both of the Weasley twins. Part of you is angry with George for not being truthful when you had repeatedly asked if his brother was fine with him taking you to the dance. It not only made you look like a jerk, but it caused unnecessary tension between them. If you had any clue that Fred would be so jealous, then you would have called the entire date off.

Yet, you aren't regretful of tonight either. Being in George's arms on the dance floor felt like a dream come true. The way his eyes sparkled as he looked down at you made you feel like you were dancing in the clouds. He always had the effortless ability to prove that you are the only person in his mind when he was with you.

Though learning the fact that they hadn’t intended for these rendezvous to continue is weighing heavily on your mind. It’s not like you had either, but learning that it was something they had discussed with each other and not you was a bit infuriating.

You snap out of your thoughts as you approach the table that George had been seated with his brother and friends. He was gone, leaving a very flustered Ron behind. The messy dark haired boy, Harry, looks up from his hands and gives a polite smile.

"George just left," he says and slouches back into his chair.

You notice that the girls that were with them have vanished too. You decide that it is probably why they're so glum. Being dumped by a date in the middle of a dance wouldn't be a great experience for anyone.

You move closer so that they can hear you over the Weird Sisters. "Did you see where he went?"

"I don't know and I don't care," Ron snaps and crosses his arms.

Harry rubs the bridge of his nose and quickly responds with, "he left with Fred, but I don't know where they headed off to."

Right, Fred did say he was going to get George first then meet her in the secret room. It just feels wrong leaving the Yule Ball without him. You were hoping that you could have some time to get an honest explanation on why George hid Fred's jealousy from you.

"Thanks," you say with a nod.

I guess that solves it then, you'll just have to make your way there alone and quickly. The last thing you need is to gather attention from any of the professors or your classmates.

Not just that, but the encounter with Fred pushing you against that rough stone wall left you yearning for more. There was something so different about how he touched you. It's like the ball of jealousy in his gut that was festering inside of him for weeks finally bursted when he put his hands on you. You play the scenario over and over in your head while walking through the dark tunnels. You know you're supposed to wait until later, but it was impossible when all you could think about was being around them again and possibly getting some answers.

It didn't take long for you to find that familiar damp hallway. The door is partially ajar and the dancing flames guide you to the threshold. The murmur of their argument immediately stops as you push your way into the room.

Fred and George are scowling at each other, then soften as they look at you. George is the first to reach you with outstretched arms. You take a step back away from him and close the door behind you. He scans your face, his eyebrows knotting in confusion.

"What is it, Y/N?" He asks, lowering his now wringing hands.

"Oh come off it," Fred snaps. "You couldn't hide the truth forever."

George glances between you and his brother. "What did you tell her?"

"That you both agreed that this was only supposed to be a one time thing," you answer for him. "That this was supposed to end after the first time we.. well," you trail off as you nod towards the couch. You lower your gaze and feel your cheeks grow warm.

George huffs and pulls at his tie, shooting daggers at Fred. "Because we were trying to focus on our future! But things have changed, and he knows that."

The tension in the room only thickens as Fred strides to your side and drapes an arm over your shoulders. For a moment they stare at each other. From the subtle movements and expressions from both brothers, you know that there was a battle going on in their own strange twin telepathic way. You wonder if this was normal, or if they were holding back their frustrations with each other because you are present.

"Georgie is right about that," Fred says, breaking the silence at once. "Things have changed."

George crosses his arms and his eyes flick between the both of you. His jaw clenches as Fred's arm tightens his arm around you, resembling just how his twin did in the crowd of the Yule ball. Anxiety is building in your chest as the conversation goes to another stand still.

Are you supposed to interject yourself and calm the situation? Even though it is about you, it doesn't necessarily feel like your place to do so. You watch as they continue to stare each other down like two distrustful feral cats. You can feel the muscles in Fred's forearm twitch every time George slightly shifts.

Are they really about to fight?

You see George open his mouth, and without a second thought you decide to interject with a confident and stern, "listen!"

They both raise their brows in surprise and look at you. With anxiety knotting in your stomach you pull away from Fred and stand between them, your arms tight against your chest. You aren't sure what to follow this up with, but letting them solve this themselves doesn't seem to be cutting it.

"I don't know what you both agreed on exactly before we 'officially met'," you start shakily with your gaze glued to the stone floor. "But whatever it was, I wasn't even informed of any of it until tonight. That isn't fair, especially because it seems as if you were just going to ditch me after."

As the words left your mouth the realization of how careless they both were with you hit like a ton of bricks. Being with them was something you had wanted for so long. Those few times that you were entwined with both was beyond comparable to anything. Yet, you have wanted more from the very beginning, not just a few hookups.

"It's like you hadn't even thought about how I'd feel after all of this," you hiss as you dig your nails into your biceps. "What if things hadn't changed? Was I supposed to just move on?" You feel tears sting the corners of your eyes. You blink them away quickly and finally lift your chin to face them.

Both of the boys are standing there stiffly, like two kids who just got caught doing something they shouldn't have. George is wiping his palms on his black dress robes, avoiding your gaze all together. Fred watches you with a frown pulling at his lips.

You turn on your heel and brush past them, you grab the cold metal of the door and open it. The darkness of the passageway greets you.

"Here I thought you both really liked me," you cry out, your voice echoing back at you. "But it turns out that you are just fighting over me like I'm some toy."

The door slips from your hands and it slams in front of you. You stand frozen in place as a pair of footsteps approach from behind you.

"Now that's just mean to say," one of them says.

The other finishes with, "really, is that what you think of us?"

You swing around and see them towering over you with matching concerned expressions. They both are back in sync with their arms crossed, like their argument with each other was distant history.

"We were never going to ditch you," Fred starts.

"Never!" George exclaims. "We aren't that callous."

You wipe away tears from your red cheeks and lean back against the wooden door.

"We didn't know what to make of you, Y/N." Fred says earnestly as he reaches out and gently caresses your arm with his fingers. "Sure, we wanted to focus on our future."

George finishes with, "but we just couldn't stop thinking about you. Even after we tried to get it out of our system."

"It's true!" Fred says while nodding. "Bloody hell, it's like you're a drug."

You blush and glance between the now smiling Weasley twins. Your heart skips a beat as the knowledge of how they really feel sinks in. They take one of your hands each to pull you towards them.

Here you are again now, between the two people you can never get enough of. Your thighs squeeze together as the memories and urges flood in and coarse through your mind and veins.

You nervously swallow, then ask the question that's been burning in your mind. "Then what should we do?"

The brothers regard each other for a few seconds, then George examines you as his thumb catches the last of your tears. Then the sentence that comes next from him sends you into orbit.

"We are going to share you."

“Share?” You repeat back and step back, bumping into his ginger haired twin behind you.

“I think that was always the idea,” Fred responds and places both hands on your shoulders.

George nods, his eyes squinting from his large grin. “Even if we never said it outloud.”

You are left speechless as their words echo in your brain. Is this another dream? Could this really be what they want? Before you can think of what to say, Fred turns you and holds your chin with his forefinger and thumb. His irises capture the flames from the fireplace behind you, the color perfectly matching his copper hair.

“That is, if you’ll have us,” He muses with a lifting brow. “Right, George?”

“Right,” he agrees with a chuckle. Two hands slither from your lower back and land on your hips. Your breath hitches as George’s warm breath tickles your skin. The shadows that are stretched across the floor and up the stonewall show his silhouette enveloping yours. Even quieter than before, he leans forward and whispers, “and selfishly I hope you say yes.”

You want to stay angry, to hold your ground and walk away from this situation that will no doubt become a disaster, but there was no hope of that. Their attention is already fully on you, their claws hooking into the desires that you so deeply have for them. How can you ever tell them no? You are burning for them at your very core, and it was building so rapidly that your answer came out in a hasty and breathy, “Yes.”

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you grab Fred by the collar and pull him into a hungry kiss. The taste of the punch from the Yule Ball lingers on his tongue. A ball of jealousy pangs in your chest as you wonder if Angelina had tasted him tonight as well. This only fuels you to grip onto his neck with both hands, leaving tiny crescent marks from your nails. He breathes out sharply, enjoying the sensation of you digging into his flesh. You want everyone to see it, so nobody else dares to tread on what you have with him again.

George moves fluidly with you both, brushing your hair off your shoulders so he can trail kisses over your exposed shoulder. His teeth sinks into the crook of your neck, his tongue rolling against your tender skin as he sucks lightly. You break the kiss with Fred and crane your neck to the side, tiny moans escaping as he increases his bite. Your world is spinning as they both press against you and sandwich you between their bodies.

As George releases his bite, he spins you to face him. He meets your lips softly, his palms holding your flushed face as he probes your mouth. His fingers move to tangle in your hair. Fred grips your hips with force as he pushes his erection against your ass. You gasp and hold onto the twin in front of you for support.

“Look at you,” George coos while looking down at you. “You’re so perfect.” His thumb traces your bruised lips before slipping it past your teeth and landing on your tongue. You purse your lips and swirl around him, making his eyes swim with lust.

You keep his gaze and drop to your knees on the hard cold stone floor. The Weasley twins glance at each other grinning, then quickly begin undoing their pants. Within seconds they had their identical cocks out and level with your face. You took them both in each hand, starting at the thick tips, then moving down the shafts with gentle and precise strokes.

You meet the tip of Fred's erection with your lips and begin tracing the head with your tongue. With his hand grabbing the roots of your hair, he encourages you to take him in. You start slow, letting your mouth get used to his girth. Bobbing back and forth, his member slides further towards the back of your throat.

George bucks his hips as he watches you work on his brother, your hand still gripping around him as well. You focus to make sure to be pleasing both of them, there could be no misunderstandings that you want more than the other. You are theirs to share, equally and wholly.

Fred's thick cock slips past the threshold of the back of your throat. You tense as you go to gag and back away, but he keeps you from doing so. His fist is full of your hair and he pushes himself even deeper, your chokes echo in the room. He smiles down at you as soon as you make eye contact with him.

"Hold it," he coaches. You feel him twitch in your throat, triggering another gag. Mascara stained tears stream down your face as you do your best to obey.

Finally, he pulls you back and slips out his wet cock. You take a few deep breaths in between coughs.

"Good girl," George says sweetly, reaching down to stroke your cheek.

Fred turns your head with the fist full of your hair and guides you to his brother. You take him in immediately, using your tongue to swirl around his sensitive tip and shaft. He groans, replacing his brother's firm grip in your hair with his gentleness. His hips move with you, deepening with every careful thrust. As his speed increases, you gag and your throat contracts on his cock.

"F-fuck!" George moans out and grabs your face with both hands to prevent you from continuing. "You're doing so good."

You swap between the two of them several times, allowing them to use you exactly the way they want. George, gentle and fast. Fred, rough and slow. You're becoming more aware of your aching knees on the stone floor, but you don't want to stop. Hearing them moan your name as you take them in your mouth was euphoric. Right here on the floor between them, you are their entire universe.

In a swift movement, Fred drops down and scoops you up. He carries you to the familiar red cushion that envelops you as he places you down. You sit there in your pink Yule Ball gown that Fred begged you to not change out of tonight. This time they were in front of you on their knees, George carefully guiding your legs apart.

"You're not just some toy," Fred starts, his mouth slack as he gazes upon your exposed panties.

"Not at all," George agrees. "You're so much more than that."

Fred laughs and his fingers loop between the lacy fabric and your outer thigh, then he slips your panties down your legs. Your wet cunt meets the cold air and you attempt to close your legs, but they both prevent you.

"Now," Fred says with a smile as George begins kissing his way up your thigh. You can barely focus on anything other than the boy who is inches away from where you ache. "You're going to tell us when you're close. Do you understand?"

"Y-ye- ah!" Your voice cracks as George leaves lick right up your slit, just barely grazing your clit.

Fred tilts his head with a devilish grin. "Sorry, I didn't catch that."

You scowl at him, but it's cut short by George parting your folds and running his wet tongue against your sensitive nub. You gasp and grab him by the hair, your back arches as he flicks and sucks you. Your legs shake as Fred leaves fingertip bruises from keeping them open.

George slips in a finger and you give a loud gasp. Your body feels like it's on fire as he works on you. Fred rips down your dress and exposes your breasts, his hands engulfing the left as he nips at the right.

You grip Fred by the bicep and George by his flaming red hair. "G-George! I'm close!" You shout and feel the ripples threaten to escape throughout your body.

He stops and they switch. This time Fred is lapping at you while George is muffling your moans with his mouth. Your eyes roll in the back of your skull as the twin working on your pussy wiggles his finger inside of you. It feels like only minutes that he's doing this when you become close again.

You voice it, they switch. You are throbbing now, as George is on you again. You can feel your slick running down your ass as he fingers you roughly.

"Please let me cum!" You beg Fred, who is biting above your breast so hard that you know it'll leave a perfect mouth shaped bruise.

"Not yet, darling," he says coyly.

George lifts off of you as your walls squeeze his fingers. His eyes flick to your face, so you try to plead with him. *Please, don't stop." He shakes his head and moves so his brother can continue on you.

George's lips hover over yours as he looks into your completely flushed and needing face. His chin is still wet from your cunt as he kisses you. "How many times did you almost cum?" He asks with a strangely demanding tone.

You quiver as another orgasm approaches and you can't remember. All you know is that you need release more than ever. Right before you go over the edge, Fred stops and your entire body quakes.

"How many times?" George asks again, his eyes trained on you.

You try to think back and push your head against the cushion. Your pulsating clit was making it almost impossible to focus. After a few seconds you reply with a shaky, "four.."

Fred and George grin at each other, then pull you to your feet. Your legs fail and George catches you. He guides you to the bed, climbing on top of you and giving you a long and passionate kiss.

"Please," you beg. "I need you both."

He responds by grabbing your hip and forcing you on your side. His fingers trace your jawline and run against your scalp. Fred joins behind you, his hard cock pressing against your back.

You're in such a haze that it feels like a dream. You're so pent up that it's all you can think about as the twins position themselves around you. It wasn't until you feel the pressure of their cocks on both of your entrances that you realize what they want.

"I never did this before," you admit to George nervously.

He kisses your forehead and coos, "relax for us, Y/N. We got you."

You do as you're told and release any tension in your hips and core. George starts first, he angles his hips and pushes the head of his cock past your folds. You're so slick that he slides in with ease. You shake and hold onto his biceps as his hips finally meet yours. He thrusts carefully as he reaches his hand down and rubs your sensitive clit with his thumb.

It is Fred's turn, and he holds your hips tightly as he enters you from behind. You are being stretched somewhere new, bringing a burning and strange sensation that almost immediately tips you over the edge. He's gentle as he carefully finishes pushing the head of his erection past your gripping entrance.

You're crying out with your arms tightly around George's neck. He pauses and watches you patiently, waiting for you to get accustomed to the both of them. Fred's hips are against your ass now, and you know that he is completely inside of you. The thought alone makes your body shake in anticipation. They remain still until you grind your hips to let them know you're ready for them to continue.

George starts first, thrusting slowly into your dripping cunt. Fred rolls his hips and stretches you, sending another shockwave of pleasure down your spine. They are sync like nothing before, pushing in while the other pulls out. Your screams of pleasure fill the air as they increase their speed. George's thumb is still on your clit, leaving you a shaking mess as you get close for the fifth time in the night.

"P-Please, can I?" You beg through tears, your quavering body being jostled around from their thrusting.

George grips you by the hair and stares deep into your eyes. "Can you P-Please what?" He teases, mocking your stuttering. "Use your words and tell us what you want."

"I want to cum! Please!" You yell and collapse against his chest pathetically as you have another wave of intense shaking take over you. You become ever more aware of the squeaking bed beneath you as their speed increases.

Fred slaps your ass so hard with his palm that you squeal with pleasure. The heat in your chest rises and you feel yourself start to come undone. You didn't think they heard you, and you aren't sure if you ever have the strength to ask again. Their cocks slide in and out of you, your cunt pulsates and you know you're just about at your peak.

"Please," you sob and dig your nails into George's shoulders. "Please!!"

Fred speaks up from behind you. "Cum for us, right now," he demands while panting.

Without a second's hesitation, you let go. A tremor releases throughout your body, and you cry out. Your back arches and your walls spasm and clench their cocks as another shockwave hits you. A haze takes over your brain as you dissolve into pleasure and you collapse against George's chest, your running mascara smudging against his shirt.

With one final thrust from each of them, they groan out in unison. Their cum fills both of your holes, trickles of it escape onto your thigh. They stay buried deep inside of you with their shafts pulsating.

Fred and George are both panting. George smiles at you, his hair stuck to the beads of sweat on his forehead. You wince and gasp as they both pull out of you, leaving the rest of their cum to pour onto the sheets. You tremble and lay squeezed between them.

"Merlin's pants," Fred laughs and wipes at his forehead.

"You can say that again," George sighs happily and pulls you flush against his chest. Fred snakes an arm around your waist.

"And to think we were going to attend that stupid ball all evening," Fred scoffs. "We would have really been missing out."

"I don't regret making an appearance though," George remarks and kisses the top of your head. "I did have the prettiest date, after all."

After a long silence, Fred grumbles, "thanks for rubbing it in."

You burst out laughing and they both join

in. That feud was far behind all of you now.

You lay entwined with them for the next few hours, and even though your classmates are dancing, having fun and making memories across the castle; there is no place on Earth you'd rather be than nestled between Fred and George.

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10yearsatleast · 4 months ago

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Yknow I feel like watching the world burn today so let's do some playful and not so playful jab at some AoT Ships >;}

Warning: THIS IS JUST FOR FUN- Don't be pulling a Reiner on me and feeding me to Titans cause they're your OTP we all just F-ing around right now and it's MY take. I haven't really been exposed to why some ships work or not I'm sorta ignorant.

Warning 2: I KNOW VERY LITTLE- These are MY GUESSES as to why peeps ship this and just my take on them. I kind of like some of them but some of them I'm side eying so let's all share and be chill like that.

Ready? Let's go!

ErenxMikasa: You ship this because it's the first ship/heteronormative couple Shonen writers always prop up and as a fan you accept whatever Isayama gives you regardless of chemistry and logic.

ErenxArmin: You ship this because you've seen these two grow together and notice they have a closeness the token Canon "Hetero" couple doesn't. History will say they were close friends.

ErenxHistoria: You ship this because you saw there was chemistry and feel it had the strongest ground to grow but got screwed over and feel bitter because the first ship always wins and logic be damned.

ErenxSasha: You ship this because honestly.... Why do you ship this? I mean I get it but I don't yknow??

ErenxAnnie: You exist?

ErenxConnie: You ship this because damn it they're both bastards and you love more chaotic bastards in your life.

ErenxJean: You ship this because you have the hots for a rival dynamic and you like to believe any call outs and aggression can be solved by saying it's sexual tension.

ErenxReiner: You ship this because you got a thing for bigger guys railing the scrub even if the tension isn't as prevalent.

ErenxBertholdt: You ship this?

ErenxLevi: You ship this because the bare minimum of emotion Levi showed to Eren was enough to get you riled and you haven't recovered from your Fujoshi mindset yet. Plus age be damned by your take.

Erenx[Minor Character]: You're a mad lad.

Erenx[Other]: You fight a battle not many would

ArminxMikasa: You ship this because you know deep down neither of them could function in a relationship without Eren so they're coping hard and so are you.

ArminxAnnie: You ship this because you saw the chemistry and love the malewifexgirlboss trope and also love that just like you Armin ignores real atrocities for cute guys/girls

ArminxHistoria: You ship this because.... Wait you ship this?

ArminxSasha: You ship this because you love the dumb girl x smart boy trope even though you're fighting a losing battle given their limited time

ArminxConnie: You love the straight man and clown dynamic

ArminxJean: You ship this because you feel like Jean is the only one who truly saw Armin but at the same time you also know Jean deserves better and probably ship them because it's the silver medal to JeanxMarco in your head.

ArminxReiner: You love the stereotypical jock x nerd trope and feel like it's pseudo ReinerxBertholdt since Bert had to die for Armin to live

ArminxBertholdt: They're underrated and you're obsessed because you feel like if they had a chance they'd be closer friends than Eren and Reiner were to them

ArminxLevi: You and Levi are both coping with the fact Erwin is dead and you ship it because you don't care about the age gap and know Levi sees Armin as the replacement.

Arminx[Minor Character]: You deserve more.

Arminx[Other]: You choose the nonsensical battles and consequence be damned

MikasaxHistoria: You ship them because you feel like they're too good for Eren and they're the equivalent of LevixErwin just fem and younger.

MikasaxSasha: You ship them because you recognize that Sasha is the first friend Mikasa had outside of her childhood friend group and you think if Mikasa touched grass she'd be better off.

MikasaxAnnie: You ship them because you love strong girls and have a strong thing for the short gremlin girlfriend and her tall handler. Plus you get scaroused by tension and they had a lot of it too

MikasaxConnie: Wait you ship them??

MikasaxJean: You ship them because you like Jean and you feel like he deserved a W even though you know the two have different values and he will always be the silver medal in Mikasa's life.

MikasaxReiner: I'm assuming you ship them because they both were top in their class and you love the perfect duo even though we all know one of them would end up dead in the street if we aren't careful

MikasaxBertholdt: You are a unicorn hidden in the rough

MikasaxLevi: You ship them because you feel they're practically the same person and as the token bad ass of their trio you want them together because "like attracts like". That and to you the age gap and genetics don't matter.

Mikasax[Minor Character]: You're a brave soul for assuming Mikasa would notice anyone else.

Mikasax[Other]: You are one soldier in a sea of teams and armies against you.

HistoriaxYmir: You ship them because you are desperate for LGBTQ rep in anime and don't mind it falls into the stereotypical token gay/lesbian ship because problematic representation is better than no representation.

HistoriaxSasha: You ship them because you like cute girls??

HistoriaxAnnie: You either like the tough girl x soft girl ship or you REALLY like blonde haired blue eyed girls.

HistoriaxConnie: .... You are a unique breed

HistoriaxJean: You think Eren doesn't deserve someone like Historia/Mikasa and you think Jean doesn't deserve/deserves better than Mikasa

HistoriaxReiner: You supported Reiner sniffing her letter.

HistoriaxBertholdt: ????

HistoriaxLevi: You live vicariously through her even though Levi choked the shit out of her that one time.

Historiax[Minor Character]: You think Historia is too good for the main cast

Historiax[Other]: You crave change

SashaxAnnie: You feel like Sasha could fix her better than Armin could.

SashaxConnie: You ship them because you think they're a fun dynamic and love their friendship and honestly they're the best two of the whole series so it felt natural to you

SashaxJean: You love that they're both idiots but one tries to be fake while the other owns their nonsense. You may also feel like Jean deserves more with someone he spends more time with

SashaxReiner: You feel like if given a chance they would be the sweetest couple and probably live out your RoguexWarrior through them

SashaxBertholdt: No really you people exist?

SashaxLevi: You ship it because Sasha is the only one with balls to tell Levi when he talks too much. Plus you don't mind ignoring age gaps.

Sashax[Minor Character]: You just want your girl happy

Sashax[Other]: You crave better

AnniexConnie: You love the Idiot Guy x Girlboss dynamic and you don't care if it don't make sense. Connie is the trophy husband.

AnniexJean: You feel like Annie's attitude makes Jean scareoused

AnniexReiner: You ship them because they're the two bastards who didn't deserve a 2nd chance at life and are probably both going to hell but at least it's together

AnniexBertholdt: You ship them because you think Bertholdt deserved better and would've loved to see it explored if a brunette didn't have to be sacrificed for it.

AnniexLevi: You don't wanna get shit for shipping Levi with Mikasa so you ship him with Annie since it's a decent substitute age gap be damned

Anniex[Minor Character]: You feel like Annie deserves better

Anniex[Other]: You believe if she had someone who was an outsider to it all she may have been better than what she was

ConniexJean: You ship them because you love that they're both idiots and can flip flop between bros and bros who experimented while being nonchalant about it

ConniexReiner: You ship them because you like how close he and Reiner were and you feel like despite the bullshit they would've been happier without pussy

ConniexBertholdt: You ship them..... Idk why??

ConniexLevi: NANI!?!?

Conniex[Minor Character]: You feel like your boy could pull random strangers

Conniex[Other]: You're a unicorn fighting a war

JeanxReiner: You ship them because you feel like their bond is strong and despite being oppositional they grew close. Plus you don't mind ignoring that Reiner killed Marco.

JeanxBertholdt: Seriously you exist?

JeanxLevi: Age gap be damned you like what you see!

JeanxPieck: You ship it because you don't want Jean and Mikasa together but you do want Jean to have his black haired beauty still

JeanxMarco: You ship them because you love their friendship and you feel like they could've been gay husbands with a pet cat if given a chance lol

Jeanx[Minor Character]: You feel like anyone outside of the main cast would've been better for Jean than what he got

Jeanx[Other]: You just want Jean to have better.

ReinerxBertholdt: You ship them because they were childhood friends and you feel like they're both pretty enough and knowing each other as kids is enough to let a ship sail

ReinerxLevi: No but like really why? Is it cause Erwin's dead and you don't care about age gaps?

Reinerx[Minor Character]: You feel like that minor character could fix Reiner's baggage

Reinerx[Other]: You feel like any character could fix Reiner's baggage.

BertholdtxLevi: What?

Bertholdtx[Minor Character]: You feel like he could bag them if given a chance

Bertholdtx[Other]: You want Bertholdt happy.

LevixHange: You ship them because with how small Levi's dating pool is you felt like it was the strongest and you're obsessed with the "Polar Opposites Attract" trope even though Levi has to touch Hange with three layers of gloves.

LevixErwin: You ship them because you like dilfs and you feel like Erwin shouldve become colossal titan.

LevixMiche: What?

LevixPetra: You ship them because Petra was the one female character who was close to him/in his circle and you love the SunshinexStormy vibes they give.

Levix[Minor Character]: You feel like this Minor Character could change things up with him

Levix[Other]: You're an intriguing creature.

AoT CharacterxOC/ OCxCanon: You're an awesome ass peep who wants these characters to have better than what they're given- And you're simping bad too

And there we go that's most of the ships I could think of- Some strong some not so much.

Remember this was just for FUN- If you ship them GREAT if not that's Cool. Let's all be chill and if you feel called out just know it's not that deep.

Anyways if you think I should do an "Anti Ship" Version lemme know. Fair's fair after all!

#attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan ships #aot ships #snk ships #attack on titan shitpost #aot shitpost #dont worry im just memeing/bullshitting if you genuinely love these ships then keep loving them #im just giving you my read cause i get some content for some of them and as someone just glancing in i gotta share my takes.#i kinda feel like sasha and eren couldve been cool ngl

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CLYDE. I was thinking about the RWBY vs Ace Ops fight again because it's one my least favourite moments in the entire show and I realised that Qrow/Clover/Robyn weren't part of the conversation prior, nor were they ever acknowledged. Nothing of the effect that "Hey, maybe we should wait for Qrow/Robyn/Clover's opinion on this plan before moving onwards, considering their experience and leadership skills?" before being shut down that time is of the essence and they can't wait for them. It just feels illogical to have the Ace Ops leader, Mantle's primary representative and the leader of the Happy Huntresses and one of James' closest allies be completely absence from one the most impactful turning points of the Volume. It feels they were either purposely left out arbitrarily for the sake of two poorly conceived fights or the writers just forgot...which wouldn't be the first time. This show is very...frustrating to say the least.

YEAH. The other day I was thinking about RWBY and ludonarrative dissonance in video games. Specifically, the number of action/adventure games I've played that have a, "OMG COMPLETE THIS MISSION IMMEDIATELY TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE SOMEONE IS GONNA DIE!!" narrative paired with a "Look at all these fun side quests populating the map, you should totally spend a month of in-game time leisurely exploring them" gameplay. RWBY feels similar to me (minus the interactive elements, obviously). The narrative continually pushes the urgency of the situation, but what the characters do don't align with that. Waiting in the mansion is the classic, go-to example of this, but it's also seen in questions like, "If the group is so concerned with the safety of the Relic why don't they.... put it in the vault?" and "If Qrow needs to speak to Ironwood so badly, why doesn't he just... go to Ironwood in handcuffs rather than starting a fight that, unforeseen airship crash or not, is gonna SUPER delay him getting there." Importantly, these moments go beyond the characters simply making impulsive, fallible, human decisions. It always feels like the writers haven't thought through the situation, or are so focused on one (badly chosen) outcome that they'll ignore all logic to get there.

So, same idea with this fight. I completely understand Ironwood's position because there is a clear line of logic here. Salem is about to attack, the group has consistently lied/undermined him, ergo he is removing a potential threat by locking them up until this battle/escape is complete. No one has to agree with him, but I think the reasoning makes sense both in general and for his specific character. (Which is also one of the reasons why I think some fans are willing to hear consider his side: his writing, however messy in other places, is leagues beyond the group's, particularly in the first half of the Atlas arc.) The girls though? They're all over the place. They don't want secrets but they're going to keep them from Ironwood. But they're also going to spill them all to Robyn, someone they don't know and shouldn't trust. They want to save everyone but have no idea how and can't/won't troubleshoot an answer. They're determined to unite the people but are simultaneously determined to solve their problems with a fight. They start said fight and then Ruby immediately tries to talk her way out of it again. And, as you say, they ignore that unity/experience/help available to them by not looping the others in because, supposedly, there's just no time... but then we have long scenes where they just sit around the mansion, tearfully bemoaning the fact that they don't know what to do and getting angry that no one has magically shown up to help.

I can EASILY picture a better-if-not-perfect scenario where the girls' decisions in that fight actually follow their proclaimed intentions AND the not-actually-very-critical timeline they have (because remember, even after all this Salem just sits there for an extended time.) What if Ruby ordered the team to let themselves get arrested and then we got a cool break out of jail scene? (I mean... Ruby blasts through Ironwood's steel doors that are meant to keep people in + they sneak into Atlas HQ. Clearly this would not have been difficult for them.) What if they ran into Qrow and Robyn while in their cells? Or what if they escaped, realized they needed their uncle, and started a help Mantle/find Qrow dual mission? What if instead of broadcasting a horrifying and near incomprehensible message to the whole world, they spoke to all their allies in Atlas about the plan they'd come up with, calling them together? Maybe coded so Cinder wouldn't understand. Maybe bluntly honest like a gauntlet throw-down: we know you're here, but we're ready for you this time.

Instead Ruby forgets she exists...

There are just SO many things you can do with that fight/the aftermath that don't completely undermine the themes, the tension, the proclaimed desires, and the narrative expectations. If there has to be a battle of ally vs. ally when Salem is on her way and half our villains are roaming the streets (god I can't emphasize that enough), why is everyone with the wrong person? Why isn't Robyn fighting the Ace Ops, her political enemy long before the girls showed up? Why isn't Qrow fighting Ironwood, the guy he (stupidly) blames for Clover's death? Why isn't Clover with his team? Why isn't Ruby facing Salem? Why the hell would you have Qrow team up with Tyrian?

As a side note, I've seen a resurgence of discussion about Ruby's breakdown in Volume 9 and everything above re-emphasizes for me just how much she HAS demanded this power and responsibility. "Hey, maybe we should wait for Qrow/Robyn/Clover's opinion on this plan before moving onwards, considering their experience and leadership skills?" is one of MANY considerations when weighing the question of whether Ruby has truly been burdened with the unwanted expectations of others... because they've never been unwanted and she has never down a thing to lessen that burden. She doesn't wait. She doesn't ask. She doesn't lean on others' experience and leadership. And this goes all the way back to Ruby responding, "Yes, I want to attend Beacon and take on all the responsibilities of that despite not being old enough," but there is also a LOT in the Atlas arc - right before her Volume 9 breakdown, literal hours in-world - where Ruby stood her ground and said, "No, we're doing this my way and my team, whether they've disagreed with this decision, or suggested this course of action in the first place, will ultimately follow me because I am the leader." She told Qrow to stand down and let her continue fighting Cordovin. She made the decision to lie to Ironwood and talked the others out of coming clean. She made the call to attack the Ace Ops instead of submitting to arrest. Using the Relic and dropping Atlas was a group suggestion, but Ruby sanctioned it. Based on literally 8 Volumes of content, if anyone HAD said no to her Ruby would not have listened to them. That is an overt, consistent characterization of hers.

And then Volume 9 expects me to feel bad because she's going, "Everyone expects me to take the lead"??? Like sure, in a very general, "That's indeed stressful no matter who's at the helm" sense, but Ruby has spent years at this point loudly yelling, "I'M THE PERSON YOU SHOULD LOOK TO AND I'LL FIX IT. IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY PLAN I'LL FIGHT YOU :)" Not roping Qrow and the others in is a part of all that. Not overtly on screen - we don't have a scene where Ruby goes, "We don't need to talk to them" - but the story doesn't think their input is important. We get the closeup on her smiling face when she thinks of using the Relic and then the others just inform Winter of what is happening when she happens to call. Major decisions in RWBY have often been collaborative when it comes to suggestions, but the final call is always Ruby. Whether we're talking about "This is my fight too!" when Qrow warns her to stay back, or using the Lamp's question when Ozpin is begging her not to, or shrugging off Yang's concern that she lied to Ironwood, or telling the whole damn world about Salem when numerous people with more experience than her have said, "That's a terrible idea" for generations, Ruby forcibly takes the lead and will not back down no matter who is asking that of her, or how they're asking. In fact, I'd say that is the most OVERT and CONSISTENT way in which she displays agency in this show (which, ugh).

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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Everybody fucking minds and always doing it the no sexy way 😞😔

Do love no war babygirls

If we're very decided we can solve all of this in bed! The sexy way

Or play UNO and whoever wins is the top

Sincerely, after watching the dress... Totally would think they're doing some kinky shit 🤣

Beelzebub: we can hold hands if you want 🥺 totally platonic no second intentions here

Percy: *didn't hear anything, cared no shit for what's happening, wants a hot dog with meat that probably is from a rat* what did you say?

Percy watching Sally being happier without her, her friends being happy with some girl... Queen, totally trauma, I'd cry and beg my mom to hold me even if that makes us miserable

Beelzebub, your yandere tendencies are showing. Giving her traumas and comforting her after. Get a man that can do both (please don't get you a man that can do that)

(Give us moooooore I'm starving)

(Waiting for what you're going to do with that, Percy progress- maybe fall is the correct word- is showing queen. Love it)

Anyway, can someone please draw them on their date? 😭 That's so cute, they're literally so perfect together, like that couple that is the black cat boyfriend with his golden retriever girlfriend and they're precious 💞

(Beelzebub worrying about her suicidal thoughts and he admitting he doesn't want to die so much... *Cheff kiss* we love an emo boy that is self aware)

Now, Loki?

Loki, my boy, your panic is beautiful to watch, horrific to endure.

I'm wondering how they are going to deal with being in the same harem? Fight to be the favorite concubine? Seduce their way to Percy's bed?

Percy: you're just a pathetic simp pretending to be an alpha man and you just go destroy mode whenever you're confronted with your own emotions. You love me so much that is making you look pathetic

Loki:

Him switching sides in the moment he accepts he loves her is gold.

He may be crazy, sadistic and a psychopath, but by the gods he's not going to fool himself.

He loves the girl, now he needs to kill all the other people that love the same girl.

Assassination! His favorite hobby! She's so much fun and they haven't even had sex yet! Wonderful wife indeed

And starting with Beelzebub is a wise move, you know? From all of them he's the one that she's the most comfortable with, he could play the slow game he's the one she'd fall at the end (you know, once she forgets about the other world, that he could make happen too).

Right now Beelzebub is that best friend that is the one for her (the other, even if I love them, aren't so close to her). He just needs to wait, fool her and she'd be his

(as if the other are going to let that happen, but is the scent, you know?)

Loki is right to be jealous of him, no one (with a dick) is close to her like him, she's herself with him and is the only one that likes him with his depressive tendencies.

He could say: Percy, for medical reasons, undress yourself and let me study your body. It may end in sexy medical porn, depending on my self control

And she wouldn't see no wrong.

Is Beelzebub! Her bestie! She can trust him with her security (poor navy girl, you can't never trust a man that much). Even if he has feelings for her she wouldn't worry about him doing anything to her, just worry about the uncomfortable situation.

Wondering if they're going to guilty trappe her to stay (You made us love you! We are learning to be open and to accept love and you want to leave us? Leave us in a world where we're fated to yearn for you for eternity and be alone again?), Percy would suffer whatever if she thinks she's saving people, such a naive and dumb girl, too good to this world.

This whole situation is pure chaos, they're planning so many things just to crash with each other. Would be funny to see them working together but also don't know how that situation would happen.

Anyway, thanks for the amazing chapter Queen! 👑

im sorry but this part cracked me up 😭

"for medical reasons we may need to fuck 😔"

"yeah sure ok"

😭😭😭

IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER!!

i had a blast writing this chapter lmao, and im currently writing another chapter (not the next one) that's gonna be even better

maybe... idk. all i can say is that beel digs an even deeper grave in this one chapter and i just love watching him lose his shit

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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indigosabyss · 2 months ago

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Gwen Poole: Informant Ex Machina

[@luimnigh made a joke while liveblogging watching the marvels if the dossier on Kamala was written by Gwenpool, which an anon followed up on, and I really liked it. So, while I was getting some gov identification stuff done I wrote this scene. Might follow up with more stuff maybe]

The mystery of the anomalous CMBR readings had been solved to reveal the 1970s sitcom encoded in it, which just sparked so many more questions.

Technically speaking, if some faceless entity could brainwash a town, revive an Avenger, and trap them too, this was an Avengers-level threat. But there weren't any Avengers anymore, so it was on Darcy to sit and watch TV all day, while still being on payroll.

She didn't want to say it was out of her league, because it wasn't. But she would also like to know she wasn't going to be warped into this nightmare sitcom just like all the townspeople. It was a scary thought, okay?

"Hey, scoot some?" a voice said next to her. Darcy looked up to see a young woman dragging a chair with one arm and holding a notebook and pen with the other.

She moved to let her sit, obviously, and the woman immediately flipped open the notebook to start writing, as the episode progressed on the screen.

"What's your specialty?" Darcy asked, not remembering her from her earlier tour. And this one had pink hair, so she should have stuck in her mind.

"Superheroics," the woman replied, making a quick sketch. "I'm Gwendolyn Poole. SWORD sent me over when they realized that this involved some interesting people."

"Superheroes are being studied now?" Darcy shook her head. She looked a bit too young to be anything but an undergrad, if she was in academia.

"I don't study them. I know and live and breathe them," Gwen said, with far too much intensity as she threw the pen onto the table. "And when I came to this universe, I really thought I would be done looking at characters through a screen!"

"Okay chill, girl," Darcy told her nervously. "So, if you're the expert you say you are, who do you think is doing this?"

Gwen perked up at that, "Well, obviously they're playing with them both, so I wanna say Arcade. Maybe the Beyonder? He's got that Battleworld thing going on."

Darcy couldn't understand anything she was saying. She didn't know who any of these people were. Had she really been cut off from the news this badly?

Gwen was still ranting, "But I don't think that's it. You're coming at it with the perspective that the villain is external."

Something about this train of thought wasn't sitting right with her, but Darcy nodded, "Keep going..."

"I'm just saying, this whole thing is giving House of M vibes," Gwen said, shrugging.

"What's that?"

"You know, where the Scarlet Witch transforms the world to fit her own image?"

"Wait, who's the Scarlet Witch?" Darcy couldn't keep up with these leaps in logic.

Gwen groaned, "Do you not read the dossier? I specifically outline that Wanda Maximoff is the Scarlet Witch, she can manipulate reality, and she may or may not be a Nexus Being in this dimension."

"Manipulate reality as in... mind control," Darcy checked.

"Manipulate reality as in rewrite currently existing things so that they then become something different. Please, I've outlined this in her dossier, just read it," Gwen leaned back, feet resting on the table and eyes glued to the screen.

But that's impossible. If she could do that much- well, people would be making a much bigger deal about it.

"How do you know this?" she asked. Gwen smiled enigmatically, "Same way I know Wanda's going to have twins."

This episode was airing in real time. There was no way Gwen knew that was going to happen. Darcy settled in and watched as the sprinkler system finally gave up.

But she was right.

They were twins.

#marvel #gwen poole #gwenpool #darcy lewis #wandavision #mcu

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ornii · 2 years ago

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Bitterly Beautiful, Part 3

Part 3: “Do You See what I see?”

"Let's assess this situation, shall we? There's Bag over my head for, whatever reason. My wrists tied tight enough to cut off circulation, and no idea if I'm going to live or die. Wednesday is probably upset I somehow didn't see this coming, as Corny as that was."

(Y/n) and Wednesday sit side by side in chairs, bound by rope and Bagged. Their bags are removed. They're still within the library, surrounded by masked and cloaked individuals.

"Hmmm, what's the best response, a cry for help? A plead for a deal? Perhaps I'll yell at them to let us go, oh! I have it!" He thinks and spoke up.

"Just a word of advice before you guys do another kidnapping, it's pretty offensive to put a bag over the head of a guy who can't see to begin with. Be better." He says, and one of the members steps up.

"Who dares breach our inner sanctum?" They say.

"You can take the mask off, Bianca." Wednesday said, and Bianca removes her mask.

"Ah, I knew that voice had a distinct bitchy tone."

"And just like that, my hopes were dashed against the rocks of bitter disappointment. My foe was no psychotic killer. More like a bunch of high school clowns." Wednesday thought. "Wait, I preferred you with it on."

"How did you get down here?"

"I tracked the watermark to the Poe statue." Wednesday said.

"Then I solved the riddle to get in here." (Y/n) chimes in.

"Wait, there's a riddle? I thought we just snapped twice." One member asks.

"Wow, this is probably the least threatening group of Kidnappers i have ever seen, it's not many I've seen but still."

"Well, aren't you the brightest in the bunch?"

"The Nightshades are an elite social club." Bianca said, and Xavier steps up, revealing he himself is also one with Ajax and others. "Emphasis on elite."

"We have roof parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny-dip."

"And Yoko's an amateur mixologist. She makes a killer virgin mojito. It can get pretty wild."

"Wow. Do you guys even have a bedtime?" Wednesday said. "Last I heard, the Nightshades had been disbanded."

"Yeah, the group kind of lost its charter 30 years ago after some normie kid died." Xavier adds in.

"But we have a lot of wealthy alumni, so Weems looks the other way as long as nobody makes any waves." Yoko said.

"Someone like Rowan?" Wednesday asked.

"We booted that loser last semester. Question is, what are we gonna do with them? Only members are allowed in this library." One asks, and Xavier steps up next to them.

"I say we invite them to pledge. They're both legacies, Especially (Y/n), son of King Buarainech, the last leader of the Fomorians."

"After the crap they pulled in the Poe Cup, there's no way in hell. We talk about not making waves? She's a tsunami and he's just a thunderstorm brewing."

"Just because I beat you at your own game? Let me save you the trouble. I'm not interested in joining." Wednesday said.

"You're seriously turning us down?" One asks.

"Can you believe it?" Wednesday responds coldly.

"Untie her."

"I freed myself five minutes ago." Wednesday stands up, showing her untied rope.

"It's amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name. Anyway when you're done with toying with the Bootleg Secret Society (Y/n), I'll be waiting." Wednesday left, they stood there, looking a bit dumb, only the silence to be halted off by laughing. (Y/n)'s subsequently.

"That girl.. she's a force of nature.." he says smiling, he sighs eventually and cracks his neck.

"As much as I'd enjoy the parties and Skinny dipping, I'd rather do that by myself than a bunch of rich elitism bearing assholes, so...Go dtuga gaotha Sídhe saor m'anam."

A gust hits his bindings and unties him, he stands up and dusts himself off. He heads upstairs, leaving the elite looking even more dumbfounded.

"There were so many threads to my investigation, I could weave a burial shroud. I still have no idea how Rowan mysteriously rose from the dead. Or why that monster is prowling the woods. But right now, nothing intrigues me more than this book. If I'm going to be responsible for Nevermore's demise, the question is, why am I sharing this apocalypse with a pilgrim?"

The Next Morning Rose Like an undead zombie , early and still. Students stand in the courtyard to gather for what Principal Weems has to say, (Y/n) arrives as Enid drags him along out of bed.

"All students will report for their volunteer jobs at 10:00 a.m. sharp, followed by a community lunch at 1:00. As you know, this year Outreach Day culminates in a very special event, the dedication of a new memorial statue in the town square, which will also include performances by Nevermore students." She begins, while (Y/n) and Enid catch up.

"So, what's the deets between you and Wednesday?" She asks, her interest in his relationships was, off putting a bit.

"I.. haven't a faintest clue what you mean." He says acting dumb

"You can't play dumb, your best asset is that you're insanely Smart and like, Super Hot. Like a tragic poet. But seriously everyone sees you prowling around with her." Enid says, and has a hint of jealousy in her voice. "We haven't been spending as much time together." She says and he lets out a soft sigh.

"I know, sorry about that, I'm just showing her the ropes and, admittedly she isn't as bad as i thought she would have been. She can be absolutely terrifying but I mean who can't? You can be pretty scary when the Kittys claws come out." He says, which is reassuring to Enid.

"Well, at least I know I'm not losing my Bestie." She says warmly and takes his hand. Wednesday tilts her attention towards it, watching.

"Of course not, we can hang out after Outreach day. I'll smooth everything over with Ajax for you too, he's not as, cloud minded as i thought." He says, they're approached by another school member and handed Pamphlets, Enid opens hers and squeaks a bit.

"Yes! Yes! I got Pilgrim World. I have natural people skills and a love of performing, so it's kind of the obvi choice." She says, he hands her his and she checks it. "You got it too! This is perfect! All we need is Wednesday—"

As if speaking the Devils name and she appears, Wednesday approaches them as she’s watching their very... friendly, interaction.

"Wednesday, What'd you get?" Enid asks.

"Uriah's Heap, whatever that is." She replies.

"Ew. It's this weird, creepy antique store." Enid explains, (Y/n) taps his cane on the ground.

"It actually had some pretty neat stuff, it's where I got my cane, You'll love it though." He said, they're shuttled to Jericho, they depart off the bus and to their respective locations, but Wednesday approaches Enid with an offer.

"Enid. Switch volunteer assignments."

"What? No. Uriah's Heap is definitely not my bag."

"It's an emergency. I need to check out Pilgrim World." Wednesday says, and Enid frowns at her.

"You know you can go a day without (Y/n), it's toxic to get so dependent on someone." Enid says, trying to help Wednesday, who was actually a bit stunned by that. Her jaw locks and she stiffens up a bit, keeping her emotions in check but internally boiling at the thought of her and (Y/n), Together? Perhaps it's anger, Perhaps it's embarrassment, perhaps it's wanting. Wednesday, as usual, shoves her emotions down deep and calms herself.

"(Y/n) and I work a professional relationship to investigate something, nothing more. Nothing less." Wednesday said through her gritting teeth. Enid just sighs.

"Denial is the first Symptom, of Love Struck-itis." Enid says, much to the annoyance of Wednesday

"Why would I agree to spend the entire day at some dumpy emporium of crapola?" She said, and Wednesday offers her a very enticing offer.

"Because Ajax is volunteering there. Thing sneaked a peek at his assignment. But if you're not interested..."

"No! Oh my God, thank you. You're the best!" Enid takes it and runs off, Wednesday heads to pilgrim World with an awaiting (Y/n) he turns to Wednesday, sending the dread approaching.

"Hey, want to take a Pilgrim group photo?" He Says Smiling, which Wednesday just stares daggers at him.

"Guess not." He says shrugging. They're interrupted by a woman dressed as such a pilgrim.

"Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin. I am Mistress Arlene. A real OC..." she begins, which confuses most. "Original colonist. Now prithee, put your cell phones on vibrate and make haste, for you are about to travel back in time to the year of our Lord 1625, to Jericho's first pilgrim settlement. Yonder. Behold, the meeting house. Inside is a collection of artifacts related to Jericho's most beloved and pious founder, Joseph Crackstone. And beyond is our privy, America's first gender-neutral restroom."

"I haveth a query." Wednesday chirps up from the ground, standing by the wayside with (Y/n), who feigned interest.

"Pray, be quick, child." She replies.

"In the meeting house, which of Joseph Crackstone's artifacts are on display?"

"It is truly a treasure trove, including original farm tools, tableware, even the Crackstone family chamber pot."

"Riveting" (Y/n) said sarcastically.

"I volunteer to work in there." Wednesday says.

"Pray, no. That exhibit is being renovated. Today, thou will all be working at the beating heart of Pilgrim World." She says and Leads them to a building, with a sign (Y/n) looks up towards.

"...So, what does it say?" He asks Wednesday.

"I'm not your personal eyes." She says with her cold classic demeanor.

"Please?" He asks, turning up his cuteness, which just makes Wednesday want to vomit. She scoffs.

"Only to make you stop making those faces, it says "Ye Olde Fudgery"..More like ye olde diabetes in a box."

"Volunteers, prick up thine ears. Fudge is the lifeblood of our humble community. And samples equal sales, so grab a uniform and a box and make our forefathers proud." The woman hands the two uniforms of that of ancient pilgrims. The two look at them and take them, reluctantly the two dress as pilgrims and prepare to serve the people, Wednesday, being as creepy as she usually is, prepares blocks of fudge and speaks in fluent German.

"Enjoy your "authentic" pilgrim fudge made with cacao beans procured by the oppressed indigenous people of the Amazon. All proceeds go to uphold this pathetic whitewashing of American history. Also, fudge wasn't invented for another 258 years. Any takers?" She says offering to the German tourists, who do not take it, she takes this opportunity to walk off, and find her partner in crime, which (Y/n) was using a knife to, with scary precision, cut blocks of Fudge into tiny squares, he halts as he sensed Wednesday. Her lack of Heartbeat and Cold aura was easily detectable.

"So, enjoying Tormenting Tourists?" He said and jams the knife into the table, she stands there.

"Come with me, there is something we need to investigate."

"Hm, I thought you were flying solo." He said, "You know, no friends and that." He said and Wednesday looks at him, no hesitation in her eyes.

"As Annoying, egotistical, overbearing and as much of a nuisance as you are, you're valuable to the investigation." She says, he smiles and walks over to her, and with no fear in his heart, pats her head, which causes her to scowl at him.

"Thanks Shortie... okay, lead away." He says, they sneak away as (Y/n) follows.

"So, besides you hating everything about me, why do you tag me along?"

"You remind me of my brother, sans the desire to strangle him every waking moment. Now follow me. I need to know more about this Crackstone. We have a meeting house to break into." she says and they get to a door, Wednesday, using a hairpin picks the lock and the door opens, they slowly open it and peer inside, they step in and close themselves in to investigate the old museum, which has glass displays of items back from that time, even a statue of Crackstone.

"My grandmother once told me secrets are like zombies... they never truly die. I'm not sure what secret Crackstone is hiding, but I have a strange feeling the answers to my future lie in the past." Wednesday says, the two look around, his hands slide across something, it's indented, he can make out words.

"The Old Meeting House, 1625. Wednesday.." he says, she walks over to see it.

"(Y/n), this is the girl I've seen . She's even holding the same book. That black one she had outside Crackstone's crypt." Wednesday says, they turn around and (Y/n) turns around to a display case. Wednesday peers into it.

"This is the book! Codex Umbrarum. That's Latin for "Book of Shadows." She says, she opens the case and picks it up, flipping through it, which the pages are blank.

"They're Blank, the pages."

"Hm.. sounds like my kind of book." (Y/n) said.

"It's a fake. I don't know who Etsy is, but I doubt she was an outcast settler." Wednesday said, (Y/n) folds his arms.

"Cheap Props then, where the real one?" He asks, before the door bursts open.

"Just what the fudge are you two doing in here?" She said, glaring at the two.

"Mistress Arlene. How now?" Wednesday said.

"How now, indeed. I proclaimed the meeting house is under repair. I know thoust heard me."

"mistress, We're simply dying to learn more about Crackstone." (Y/n) says trying to Wesel his way out of it,

"Yes, and this display case was already open."

"That book's a replica."

"You don't say." Wednesday said sarcastically.

"The original was stolen last month during the two o'clock witch trial."

"It was probably the only authentic thing you have in here, yet you still charge $29.95 a ticket?"

"Hold thy tongue. I'm reassigning you both. To fudge-churning duty." She said to them, (Y/n) shrugs.

"Fine."

"The original meeting house, the one in that painting, where is it?" Wednesday asks, and the Mistress finally drops her Gimmick.

"How the hell should I know? I only moved here from Scottsdale in April." She says, and sends them off to churning, which they easily escape from as well, changing attire, the two head off to the cafe.

"So, were leaving again?"

"I deserted it while my sanity was still intact." Wednesday said, "Okay, then what are we here for?" He asks.

"I'm actually here for Tyler."

"Tyler? You mean the Normie working there, why talk to him?" He asks, and Wednesday cuts him down.

"Who I speak to is my business." she says; they stop at the door and (Y/n) just scoffs, "Fine, do what you need to do then, I'll be waiting." He says, "Outside." He sits at a bench, not wanting to go in. Wednesday enters to find Tyler and Xavier.

"Want the usual?" Tyler asks approaching.

"And some help. You know the original pilgrim meeting house, the one from the 1600s? You know if it's still around?" Wednesday pulls out a map of Jericho and places it upon a table.

"What's left is out in Cobham Woods, but it's pretty much a ruin."

"Show me." She said, and he put his finger on the map.

"Uh... There, but, look, it's kind of sketchy. Squatters and meth heads use that place as a crash pad. My dad has it cleared out every couple weeks. What's this about?"

"Nothing."

"You're becoming obsessed with this monster in the woods thing."

"Would you rather I develop an obsession with horses and boy bands? Thank you for the help."

"Hey, listen, the ruins are kind of tricky to find. I could take you this afternoon. My shift ends at 2:00." Tyler ask, Wednesday does consider it, "Principal Weems would hang, draw and quarter me if I miss the big statue dedication. And as enticing as that sounds, I'd prefer to keep a low profile. Besides, I know my way around the great outdoors."

"Don't tell me you were a Girl Scout."

"I could eat Girl Scouts for breakfast. I have an uncle who went to prison for that." She says before leaving, she exits the Cafe where (Y/n) continues to sit, listening to the wind rolls along the sky. He feels someone stand in front of him, but he ignores her.

"Ready?"

"..." he began to ignore Thrace raven haired girl.

"You haven't gone deaf as well? You'd be useless at that point."

"No, I have not." He replies, Wednesday frowns slightly.

"You’d do your best to Cheer up, your smile is your only appeasing feature." She says, he scoffs at it but laughs.

"God aren't you just the charmer." He says before standing up.

"Okay, where to Short stuff." He asks, and (Y/n) and Wednesday leave, trudging through the forest, their journey comes to An end, finally entering a rundown burned down, building. Thing exits Wednesday backpack to assist searching.

"So, how do you know that you're going to destroy Nevermore exactly?" (Y/n) asks.

"A vision I had, from what I understand my, mother had them as well." Wednesday explains, but the two find nothing.

"Hm, empty..." he says.

"I was expecting more too."

Who "you talking to, little girl?" A man says. The two turn around to an obviously homeless man, long beard and disheveled look.

"Use "little" and "girl" to address me again and I can't guarantee your safety."

"This is my place. Get out!" The man yells, Wednesday turns left to (Y/n), "(Y/n), a hand here?" She says he sighs and walks over and picks up a leaf, he crushes the leaves into a dust.

"Go dtuga Do Bhrionglóidí Oíche Uafásach Ifrinn ar ceal." He says calmly and blows them in the man's face, he tries to swat it away, before all he sees is Fire, his arms; legs, hair all ablaze, he screams and runs out of the place. But to Wednesday, (Y/n) simply blew clumps of crushed leaves into his face and he ran away.

"What did you just do?" She asks.

"I put a hex on him, making him believe he's on fire. Good thing about being a Fomorian is you learn how to curse people at a young age."

"Curses? Hexes? You must Teach me that."

"I'm not teaching you how to curse people, if I did you'd just curse anyone that's a minor inconvenience to you to death." He says, "Anyway. Can't you just touch something and a vision occurs?"

"No, I can't just touch something. My visions seem to happen spontaneously." Wednesday says.

"Okay... why not ask your Mom? If she had visions before." (Y/n) says, and Thing agrees:

"I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice."

"Sounds like you just don't want to try." He says, which raises the ire of Miss Addams.

"Oh, you want me to prove it to you?" She says and begins to touch things.

"No. Nothing. Ah, I bet this will give us some real insight." She holds up a Taco Bell bag and shakes it at (Y/n) who folds his arms.

"Well jokes on you, i can't read that anyway." He says smugly, Wednesdays scoffs at him and walks back to the gate.

"My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks." She says and touches the door; her body looks like it was struck by lightning, she stiffens like a corpse in Rigor Mortis. (Y/n) quickly rushes to her before she falls on the ground; and he holds her, like the Corpse of a Bride.

"Wednesday? Wednesday can you hear me? Thing! What's happening?!" He yells; Thing makes motions but (Y/n) shakes his head.

"I know I know!" He yells; and a storm begins to brew.

"We gotta get out of here, I hope you're okay Wednesday." He says as he walks with her in his arms, her vision was much more vivid; this time she was in a completely different place, watching a mob of pilgrims surround a woman.

"Burn her! Burn her!"

"Devil spawn! Devil spawn!"

"Beast! Witch! Repent! Begone! Witch!"

"Stand aside!" A voice bellows through the crowd, adorned with fire and pitchforks, they split like the Red Sea to the founding father, Joseph Crackstone.

"Goody Addams! You have been judged before God and found guilty. You are a witch, a sorceress, Lucifer's mistress herself. For your sins, you will burn this night, and suffer the flames of eternal hellfire." He says, and they cheer, Goody looks at him. As her resemblance to Wednesday was uncanny; besides the blonde hair, she was picture perfect.

"I am innocent. It is you, Joseph Crackstone, that should be tried. We were here before you, living in harmony with nature and the native folk. But you have stolen our land. You have slaughtered the innocent. You have robbed us of our peaceful spirit. You are the true monster. All of you!" she yells, and he laughs at her falsehoods.

"You are abominations in the Devil's grip! I will not stop till I have expunged this New World of every outcast. Godless creatures! Set it ablaze!" He yells, they drag Goody to a building and toss her inside and locks her within. Wednesday follows and sees Goody look around, and she sees someone, a man who looks eerily similar to (Y/n) she rushes to his side.

"Cianán! Cianán!" She says, his weary head looks up, but it was obvious from the dark rings around his eyes, something happened. She grasps his wrists.

"There's no time, my Love. Leave me. Save yourself. He's chained us all to the floor." He says, Goody sees the bindings upon his wrist. "Crackstone, he laid black tar upon my eyes, I cannot see any more." His heartbroken Irish accent whispered sadness into her ears.

"I shan't leave without you." Goody grasps him, holding him so desperately. Her hands raise and gently grasp the sides of his chin. Tears flow solemnly down her cheeks.

"I shall only be a burden, Please. My Sweet Goody, Run. Run as fast as you can. You are our only hope." He said, his hands rose and gently took her wrists, She leaned into his face and laid her lips upon his, a long kiss of farewells, he whispers gently into her ears.

"I mBás, beidh grá agam duit i gcónaí"

And Goody leaves, escaping as flames dance along the building. Even now she's longing for the embrace of her love, Wednesday watches their kiss and departure, but smoke begins to fill her lungs, and she finds herself surrounded in the dark, mist swoons the ground and Goody runs up to her:

"He won't stop until he's killed us all! He's here." She runs, and Wednesday turns around to Crackstone staring her down.

"There will be no escape for you!" He yells and trips her up, she falls back and awakens from her vision, she lies on the ground, wet. She sits up to see herself not within the broken down building, but a small bear cave and a lit fire next to her body to attempt to warm her up, it was (Y/n) who was also wet.

"Back?" He asks, Wednesday stood up and looked around.

"Rainfall, had to drag my Corpse Bride to safely... that's you." He said, "Thing helped." He adds in, thing is sitting next to (Y/n) on the back of his palm. He can feel the slight shiver on her body and he tosses another piece of wood into the flames.

"You're shivering, Cmon sit." He says and Wednesday opens her mouth to speak.

"Look, before you say anything, just shut up and let me help you. It's not wrong to ask people for help, and if you think I'm somehow a threat then you're probably as blind as I am." He says, Wednesday stares at him, but then slowly obliges and sits next to him, warming herself in the flames.

"So, saw anything in your Vision?" He asks.

"The girl from my visions. Her name is Goody Addams, and I believe she's my ancestor from 400 years ago." she explains, the rain pours, but Wednesdays focus was on the shadow that rushes past the entrance. Wednesday gives chase and (Y/n) stands up.

"W-Wednesday? Wednesday!" He yells, he runs after her, barely able to keep up. He finally reaches her as she's kneeling down.

"What are you looking at?" He says. And She stands up and turns to him.

"The monster is human. Its tracks turned from monster prints to human ones." She explains, (Y/n) kneels down and feels only water.

"Hm.. that's just water to me. I can't smell anything the waters washed the scent away... your visions, When did they start?"

"About a year ago. When they happen, it feels like I'm touching live wire. I usually enjoy that sensation."

"Yeah, but you can't control it and that freaks you out, doesn't it?" He says, "What could you possibly know about me?" Wednesday said.

"You like to be in control of everything, your life, your feelings, so when something comes in that changes it, you push it away, out of the fear of something you can't control. You're a force of nature... it's terrifying and, at the same time, I can't keep my.. heh, eyes off of it." He says, tuning his attention to Wednesday, there was silence between them, a slight bloom of emotion came from Wednesday, but she quickly buried those feelings.

"Anyway, your visions seem, erratic, I don't think we can trust them."

"I saw Joseph Crackstone in front of me as clearly as I'm seeing you now. He gathered all the outcasts in the meeting house and burned them alive."

"It was 400 years ago, what does that have to do with you?"

"Rowan's drawing. Crackstone was standing in the quad."

" it sounds like You're creating a story in your head and using visions to back it up. They're telling you what you want to see.

"Are you mansplaining my power?"

"Is me saving you from a creepy old man "Man-Saving" or is that just me doing my job? All I'm saying is that you can't rely on things you can't always be sure of." He said.

"I believe Rowan was right. Something bad is going to happen, and I need to stop it. Starting with that monster. Whoever it is."

Wednesday and (Y/n) finally reach Nevermore and Wednesday poses a question.

"You Speak Gaelic." She says.

"Gaelic Irish, Yes."

"When I was having my vision, someone said something I want you to Translate: "I mBás, beidh grá agam duit i gcónaí" Wednesday Said, relaying the words Goodys lover one said to her, (Y/n) takes these words and seemingly processes them in his head, his hard ass demeanor slowly fades.

"If my translation is correct, and it usually is... the person said. "In Death, I will love you always." He says, meaning the final words Cianán said to his lover Goody, is that even in his death he will love her in the after life. Wednesday begins to consider things much, drastically. Could history be repeating itself? And could the Man talking to her end up dying for her? For his Love? Will She end up falling for him and watching him suffer a miserable death all the same?

"Hello? Earth to Wednesday?" He asks, she finally looks at him and he asks again.

"Who said it? The message." He asks, and Wednesday kept her deadpan expression.

"I don't know, I couldn't make out their face." She replies, (Y/n) shrugs and decides to trust he, as scary as that was, the end of the is slowly rolling in and students arrive at the heart of Jericho for the celebration, stufende gather and specifically for the music presentation. (Y/n) and Wednesday walk together towards the gather.

"I thought nothing scared me, but that was before I stared into the eyes of Joseph Crackstone. I don't believe in heaven or hell. But I do believe in revenge. I usually serve it warm with a side of pain, but I've never faced an adversary cast in bronze"

(Y/n) sits down, and Enid scoots over to be next to him, he smiles and they watch and or listen to the Mayor as he stands before a podium, a statue and outdoor fountain combination, made of striking bronze.

"Thank you. It is my honor to celebrate our town's history and Jericho's noble forefather, Joseph Crackstone. Now, he believed that with a happy heart and an open ear, there was nothing our town couldn't achieve. So together as one, our community and our friends at Nevermore Academy, we've built a monument to celebrate his memory. Now, may the spirit of Joseph Crackstone be memorialized for eternity." The Mayor Says, and the class begins to do a rendition of "Don't Stop" by Fleetwood Mac, A Water Like liquid begins move within it, splitting out like said fountain. (Y/n)'s nose crinkles up.

"Enid..do you smell that?"

"No, is it my breath?" She asks panicked, "I was really close to Ajax and I hope it didn't—"

"No, you're fine, it's odd it smells like—"

Before his nose could discover the origin of the scent, a flash of burning heat washed over him like a fuming blanket. He couldn't make it out perfectly but he could easily tell that the statue was burning. Students ran, teachers and adults struggled to understand what was going on. What cut though most of the screaming was music, (Y/n) tried to understand where it was coming from, and he eventually did as the harrowing strings of Vivaldi's "Winter" bellows from the side, he can only imagine that's it's coming from one person. Wednesday Addams, and it all slowly began to piece together who was behind this, while it couldn't be proven. (Y/n) wasn't the only person to figure this all out. Weems, who dragged Wednesday into her office was more than upset, she was enthralled with rage.

"That was a disaster. The mayor is furious! I've lost count of the angry phone calls, emails, and people in the town, alumni and parents. They want answers and so do I."

"I would lead the inquisition, but I left my thumbscrews and rack at home."

"Miss Addams... you're already on thin ice. Wafer-thin ice. I swear on my late scorpion's soul, my hands are clean." she said, which is only partly true. As the only "Hand" involved was Thing.

"I may not have hard evidence, but I see you. You're a trouble magnet." Weems glares at the child, who stands up, literally for herself.

LIf trouble means standing up to lies, decades of discrimination, centuries of treating outcasts like second-class citizens or worse..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Jericho. Why does this town even have an Outreach Day? Don't you know its real history with outcasts? The actual story of Joseph Crackstone?" Wednesdays asks, and Weems frowns, admittedly nodding.

"I do. To an extent."

"Then why be complicit in its cover up? Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.

"That's where you and I differ. Where you see doom, I see opportunity. Maybe this is a chance to rewrite the wrongs, to start a new chapter in the normie-outcast relations."

"Nothing has changed since Crackstone. They still hate us. Only now they sugarcoat it with platitudes and smiles. If you're unwilling to fight for truth—"

"You don't think I want the truth? Of course I do. But the world isn't always black and white. There are shades of gray. Maybe for you.

"But it's either they write our story or we do. You can't have it both ways."

"...You're exhausting." Weems sighs, but Wednesday hasn't moved an inch.

"I know."

"..Goodnight, Miss Addams. But you should know... I don't tire easily." Weems says, before Wednesday is excused back to her room. Wednesday types on her vintage Typewriter, as on the other side of the room Enid was trying on clothes, as (Y/n) was sitting on her bed, helping her choose. Enid shows different styles one of a pot heirs of colors.

"Too much?" She asks.

"So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD. I didn't even get to do my dance routine."

"Wow, What a tragedy." (Y/n) says.

"What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event?" Enid asks, (Y/n) slyly smirks and shrugs.

"You're going to be late." (y/n) says as she gets dressed, Enid gives him a reassuring hug.

"Wish me luck."

"If he breaks your heart I'll curse him and his family for all eternity." He says and Enid leaves, (Y/n) and Wednesday are alone together. He lets out a sigh and turns to face her.

"So, gonna Just act like you didn't Blow the statue up?" He says as he approaches her, she continues to type. "Weems was pretty ticked off, angriest I've seen her in a while. So I have to ask, why?" He says. Wednesday continues to type, not paying attention to him.

"To Send a message, I don't believe in mandatory volunteer work, sugar-coated history, or happy endings, but most of all... I don't believe in coincidences. To paraphrase Agatha Christie, one coincidence is just a coincidence, two are a clue....and three are proof. Rowan's drawing of me and Crackstone happens sometime in the future. Goody Addams' warnings about Crackstone were in the past. And the monster is here in the present. Three coincidences that I know are connected. That monster could be anyone. The sheriff thinks they only exist behind the walls of this school. The truth is, there are monsters everywhere. And sometimes the monsters we least suspect are the most dangerous. They don't need teeth and claws to terrify. They hide in the shadows until no one is looking. And then they strike. But I'm looking now. And I won't stop until I find the truth." She says euch such intensity, she truly believes in herself and her words, and (Y/n) feels, confidence in that.

“I mean I get that you want to figure this all out, but you have to be more careful. And try and play nice with others.” He said.

"And if I don't?" Wednesday said, still working and tapping.

"Then I'll be forced to... Hmm. punish you." He said, and he could hear Wednesday scoff dryly.

"What could a blind warlock possible do to—" she says, before Wednesdays face freezes up like ice, her entire body stuff, and she just stares forward. She felt the warm arms and body of (Y/n) as he snuck up behind her for a soft hug. Wednesday had never been hugged, her intimidation was more than enough to keep most people away, but then again, (Y/n) really isn't "Most People".

“See? I know your weakness, Human interaction.” he laughed for a moment, before he can even say her name; Wednesday had him pinned down on the ground, full Mount with a pair of sharp pointed scissors aimed at him, she gripped them hard, and with her other hand she tightly grasped his shirt. Despite her petite form and body she was surprisingly well built and versatile.

"Tell me why, I shouldn't kill you.. Right now." Wednesday voice had no emotion, cold and for most to hear would be absolutely terrifying. But (Y/n) just laughed a bit, his focus was on her, even if he couldn't see.

"I told you I could get you, you know when we got captured by that Society, I told them that you.. Wednesday are a force of nature, and.. it's amazing. You're amazing.." He says, which somehow cools her boiling rage and for the first time in her life Wednesday Addams, is embarrassed; and the tiniest hint of red was on her pale skin, she stands up, getting off of him and tosses her scissors down near his neck.

"Leave, Now." She says, she turns around and he just stands up, Chuckling.

"Okay, okay, sorry for upsetting you... I'll see you tomorrow?" He asks. Hopeful.

"....I'll consider it." She replies and he smiles a bit wider.

"Well..be seeing you, Miss Addams." He said as he leaves the room, letting Wednesday have a shaky sigh. She looks at her hands, and clenches them, wondering one thing.

"What is this.. odd feeling in her heart?"

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heyy, hope ur doing well <33

so i have a request for thomas tmr x glader fem!reader, where they both came up together in the box and like the entire time theyre in the glade theyre js inseparable. so when thomas goes into the maze to save minho n alby, reader gets rlly worried and as soon as minho and thomas come back reader feels so relieved and gets emotional and thomas says something like 'dont worry, im never leaving you'. and one of them confesses to the other at the end <333

Oooo finally! I get to write for Tommy boy- that man does not get enough recognition in his own series lmao. He's the main character for a reason.

WAITING GAME

MASTERLIST | THOMAS MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, sappy stuff, that's really it.

Thomas was the first person you ever met. Well, the first person you can remember meeting.

In the Box, screeching metal surrounding you with a (admittedly handsome) teenage boy freaking out, trying to wake you up. For some reason, you were a lot calmer than Thomas was. He was bouncing off of the walls and you were just sat on the floor trying to process what was going on.

Then the ceiling opened and Thomas became a human shield.

The Gladers that you would come to know, treated you like an object and a piece of meat, bar a few exceptions. They'd never seen a girl before, but Thomas was there to protect you and make sure they didn't dare lay a hand on you.

Not that it mattered because the second you were both out of the Box, the boy grabbed your wrist and made a sprint for it.

It had somehow silently been decided that you were going to stick with each other. Which included tripping over him when he fumbled over himself and face-planted, as Newt would say.

Though, after the initial shock, you both started to relax more. Joined at the hip, wherever one of you went, the other wouldn't be too far behind.

You learnt about each other at the same rate you learnt about yourselves.

Thomas is reckless- he acts before he thinks and isn't scared of getting in a fight. He also asks a lot of questions and is more than willing to tell everyone his opinion.

You, however, are calmer. You think things through and explore more options. You prefer to let Thomas do the talking and get himself in trouble whilst you're there to try and solve whatever problem he's caused.

And you learnt this is a very small space of time.

Apart from Thomas, you get along with Newt, probably because he is one of the most respectful, and Alby, because he's more than willing to kill anyone that hurts you. Oh, and Chuck- Thomas thinks he's kind of annoying, but you already adore the small boy.

So, when Thomas gets attacked by Ben and Alby and Minho have to go into the Maze after his Banishment, you have a bad feeling about it.

You join Thomas and Newt at the giant Glade Doors, staring down the incredibly long and daunting corridor that almost feels twisting and nauseating. How Minho spends every day out there is beyond you- not that you've ever actually spoken to the guy.

Chuck stands next to you, anxiously looking between Thomas and a very stoic looking Newt. You put your hand on his shoulder.

"They're gonna be fine, Chuck," you smile at him. "Promise."

Glancing at Thomas, you brush your hand against his, making him look at you before he accepts the gesture. Intertwining his fingers with yours, you attempt to playfully nudge him.

Thomas has already become very passionate and caring about everyone here. And with his determination to be a Runner, you can tell he holds Minho very highly despite neither of you having anything to do with him.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" He scoffs, taking a second to let your reassuring presence calm him.

He hesitates. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't developed a crush on you. Well, a lot of people have developed a crush on you because you're the only girl, but you and Thomas have some kind of connection. It's obvious the creators see it too, since you came up with him.

And the feeling is mutual.

"If Minho and Alby don't come back, what are our chances of actually getting out of here?" Thomas says. You understand what he means. Minho knows the Maze better than anyone, and Alby has survived all this time.

"They're gonna make it." Newt repeats himself for what must be the fifth time.

"Newt, they-"

"He's right," you cut Thomas off. "They're gonna make it."

Over time, a crowd begins to form, and Thomas is starting to squeeze your hand a lot harder, shifting on his feet and fiddling with anything he can find. The boy is stressed. At some point, Chuck decided to hold your other hand, so now your holding the hands of two very anxious teenage boys, acting like their mother.

The Doors closing time is drawing dangerous near, and you're starting to get stressed yourself. You stare at the ground, only for your breath to catch in your throat when you look back up.

"There!" You shout, a blur of motion catching your attention as Minho struggles to carry your unconscious leader.

Almost as soon as they emerge, the Doors start to move.

"They're not gonna make it," Newt mumbles. You and Chuck exchange glances, seemingly having the same idea. Letting go of both boys, you cup your hands around your mouth.

"Minho! Come on!" You shout. "You can do it!"

"Come on, Minho!" Chuck joins in, and soon the entire Glade is cheering on the Keeper to return. Some people even telling him to leave Alby, and it doesn't take a genius to tell that Minho isn't going to do that.

"I'm sorry," Thomas grabs your wrist, making you look at him.

"What?"

Without warning, Thomas bolts forward into the Maze. Newt tries to grab him but misses as he squeezes through the Doors, which close with a thud as he just about makes it to the other side.

The crowd stands there in a stunned silence.

You, Newt and Chuck all remain where you stand, almost like if you move, what just happened will become real.

You look at Newt, who stands with his fists balled. Your hand comes to the Doors, your face crunshing as you touch the stone, almost like you're willing it to open.

Newt takes a deep breath. "Everyone bed, now." He commands.

"But, Newt-" Zart starts.

"Now." He sighs. "We can't do anything about this now- and Alby's left me in charge. Bed. Go!"

The crowd disperses, slowly, until it's just you and Chuck left, with Newt standing just behind you.

Your forehead bumps against the stone as a sob shakes your body. The situation has finally set in and you can't stop the tears.

"Hey," Newt puts his hand on your shoulder, "if anyone can survive out there; it's Minho." You raise your head, looking at him and pushing your lips into a thin line. "Get some rest." He gives you a friendly boyish tap and turns to leave.

You look at Chuck, who is sitting on the floor now.

Thomas was the first person you ever met and the only person here you actually trust, so the weird feeling of loneliness and presumptuous guilt hits more than you expected.

You also sit down, taking your place next to Chuck and ignoring Newt's orders.

"They might make it," Chuck says. "Minho knows the Maze more than anyone- if Thomas is with him, he might be okay."

You sit there for what feels like forever, but you have no intention of leaving. Neither does Chuck.

Newt comes over several times in an attempt to get either of you to move, which falls completely flat and he eventually gives up. Though, he does bring you both blankets.

Chuck falls asleep after a while, and you let him use your leg as a pillow. But you stay awake.

You've known Thomas for only a few days but it feels like your whole entire life. You, for some reason, even liked Thomas when he was just a random boy you were trapped in a box with that didn't even know his name.

And now he was gone.

You were drifting in and out of consciousness when Chuck jumps up. That and the loud sounds of the Doors opening startles you back to reality. Sitting in the same position all night definitely wasn't good for your back but you have different priorities.

Scrambling to your feet, Chuck gets the other Gladers' attention and a small crowd forms, Newt leading the group.

It's like your surroundings become static and nothing feels real as the corridor remains empty.

People start to move away, with Newt putting his hand on the small of your back in an attempt to comfort you, making you look at him.

"No way," Zart mumbles, making your attention snap back to the Maze. Rounding the corner is Thomas and Minho, both exhausted and struggling to drag Alby back to the Maze.

You freeze, relief and shock overwhelming you as you stare at them. Cheers break out as they reach the Glade, dropping to their knees and panting.

"Did you see a Griever?" Chuck asks- because of course he does.

"Yeah," Thomas pants, "I saw one."

"He didn't just see it; he killed it." Minho adds, causing a new air of unease to spread across the crowd.

"Alright," Newt clears his throat, "get to the Med hut- all of you. We gotta make sure you're not shuckin' dyin' or some klunk."

Clint and Jeff help grab Alby. Minho and Thomas pick themselves up.

Thomas pauses, looking at you.

"You're a fucking idiot," you say, watching as Thomas nervously swallows, opening his mouth but he doesn't get chance to speak.

"Oi, Greenie," Minho calls after him, "let's go!"

You jolt your head in the direction of the Keeper, silently telling Thomas to go.

"Are you happy to see him or do you wanna se him?" Chuck asks, clearly more chipper than you.

"Both?"

He laughs.

You leave them to it as Thomas and Minho get patched up. But it's a weird feeling. You replayed it in your head- you expected to dive into his arms, confess your feelings or some shit.

But you just stood there.

Unmoving. And unsure what to do.

You watch Thomas leave the hut, talking briefly to Newt before making a beline for you as you sit at the edge of the Deadheads.

You look up at him from your seat in front of an old tree, pushing your lips into a thin line.

"Hi." He says.

"Hey." You respond.

"Newt wants us to have some Gathering in Council Hall." He awkwardly rocks on his heels. "He wants us all there. The Glade' goin' crazy."

"Why would you do that?"

"What?"

"Run into the Maze?"

"I had to help," he sighs, "I couldn't just leave them-"

"You could've died!" You snap, making Thomas jump. Your voice breaks slightly, the emotions of last night coming back up. "I would've lost you." The last part comes out as more of a whisper.

Thomas sighs, moving and crouching so he can sit next to you.

"Don't worry," he looks at you, slipping his fingers into yours as your arms fall falt at your sides. "I'm never leaving you."

You look at him out of the corner of your eye. Overwhelmed by feelings and unsure what else to do, you lean in.

Kissing him in the cheek, Thomas' body immediately tenses and his skin quickly becomes warm and red. You pull back, struggling to repress the smirk of your flustered friend.

"You know," he mumbles, facing you properly, "Minho ran off and left me, and all I could do was think about getting back to you. I was going to get back to you- whatever it took."

Your heart beat picks up as he glances at your lips for a second. "I like you, (Y/N). I feel... connected to you. I don't get it and I don't remember why, but you're all I think about even though I spend all my time with you. And I guess nearly dying has made me say it."

You smiles, and the images somehow makes him more flustered. "I- uh, I want- I mean-"

"Shut up, Thomas," you lean in, brushing you nose against his and giving him a hint, which he takes.

Your body feels on fire when he kisses you, and the relief that he's still here hits you all over again. He's safe here, and he's not going anywhere.

"Oi!" Newt's voice scares the shit out of you both. "I told you shanks we have a Gathering! Quit makin' out and get your sorry butts to Council Hall!"

You sit there, both of you blinking at Newt, who clearly isn't properly equipped to deal with this because he leaves pretty quick.

Thomas chuckles, standing up and offering you a hand. You smile, taking it and allowing him to help you up.

He isn't going anywhere, and he's yours.

Woooooo Thomas request- Done! I absolutely adore Minho, but it is nice to write for other characters sometimes.

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