#Jericho Sleep Alone

[softgreengrass]

Sun to Me

Wednesday Addams x reader

Summary: Wednesday isn't a great girlfriend.

Words: 2.0k

Warnings: none, implied f!reader, reader referred to as girlfriend

Author's Note: angst sorry not sorry. inspired by sun to me by zach bryan,, first fic i've published so any feedback is appreciated!

Pt. 2

When you first met Wednesday, you were absolutely terrified of her. But she had taken an interest in you, from the very beginning, and soon you found yourself laughing at her morbid jokes and thinking about her every night before you fell asleep.

Wednesday would never admit it, but when she couldn’t sleep, her mind would wander to far-off places. She saw your smile, your hand in hers, and she saw a love like her parents had. 

Now, half a year later, you feel like you know more about Wednesday than you ever wanted to. You know every last quirk, every microexpression she lets grace her face. You know exactly the way she lights up when she sees you, even if to others it looks like a regular glare. Wednesday lets you sleep in her bed; she lets you braid her hair; she lets you lounge about during her writing time. It’s normal stuff, but it isn’t, because it’s Wednesday. Hell, seeing her smile is rarer than Halley’s Comet, let alone getting into her personal space.

Wednesday doesn’t know why she’s so enthralled by you, but she is. You’re patient with her, even when you probably shouldn’t be, and you jump at the chance to take care of her. It feels good.

“Thank god that’s over,” you say, flopping face-down onto her bed. Thing jumps out from under the covers, scurrying away.

The history exam you’ve just completed was the last one on your schedule — you’re free. For a week of break, anyways. Wednesday had helped you study for it (you flipped through a textbook while she rattled off every piece of evidence she had collected for her newest investigation).

“How did it go?” she asks, standing up from her chair and popping a piece of black licorice into her mouth.

“Bad,” you say, voice muffled. “But it’s over.”

She hums.

“How were yours?” You roll over, watching as she walks over to the bulletin board pinned full of documents and sticky notes.

“Unchallenging.”

That was Wednesday. Always too smart for her own good. “What do you want to do tonight? No homework,” you grin.

“I need to go to Jericho High School,” she says plainly, staring at the board.

Your face falls, even though at this point it shouldn’t. It’s a common occurrence: Wednesday too caught up in her hyperfixation to make time for you or your feelings. You shouldn’t be surprised anymore. You swallow, making sure your voice stays level. “What are you gonna find there?”

She looks over her shoulder, eyes flashing annoyance. “I don’t know. That’s the point of going.”

Right.

The thing is, you can’t blame her. She told you, again and again, that you shouldn’t devote your time or energy to her. For the first few weeks of your relationship, she was a broken record: “this is a bad idea,” “you shouldn’t care about me,” “you’d be better off alone.” You, enamored with her jet-black hair and the dusting of freckles across her nose, had taken it as a challenge.

More and more, you found yourself regretting that.

Then Wednesday says your name, tentatively, and your gaze snaps to her.

“I’m sorry,” she chokes out, the words unnatural in her stony voice. “Was that insensitive?”

You shake your head, putting on a smile. You’re still Wednesday Addams’ girlfriend. You get her heart, at the end of the day. “It’s okay.”

“I’m hoping to find something that points me to the culprit.”

You nod, wishing for her to just drop it. You’d rather move on, figure out plans with one of your friends instead.

“Would you like to do something tomorrow?” Her eyes are hesitant, but genuine, and just like that your heart melts again.

“There’s an art gallery opening a couple towns over,” you blurt, too excited to let this opportunity pass. “We could… drive over and see it?”

She’s turned back to the board. “How long would that take?”

You ignore the slight sting in your heart. “I don’t know, it depends on how long we spend there. We could make a whole day out of it.”

“I told Eugene I’d help him prepare the hives for the next harvest,” she says blankly. “That won’t work.”

It kills you that she can’t concentrate on you for more than a few seconds at a time. Especially since you know that if you were to ignore her in the same way, even just for an hour, she would shut down and close herself off. “Can you at least look at me?”

There’s emotion bubbling up inside of you, emotion that you don’t want to express right now, but she’s facing you.

“I’m working on being more delicate, you know that,” Wednesday says, her voice tight. You know her defenses are up.

“It’s not that,” you scoff, blinking back stubborn tears. “You never try. Do you know how many things I’ve compromised on for you?”

Her eyes flick around the room, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“The movies, for one,” you say, shuddering at the thought of the true-crime documentaries you’re plagued to watch nearly every night. “The no-touching. The no-compliments. The not-telling-anyone-about-us?”

“You agreed to all of that.”

“Exactly!” you cry. “That’s my point! What have you agreed to?”

Wednesday hates the feeling creeping up her chest. The burning feeling in her throat, the cold dread in the pit of her stomach. That she’s hurting someone she cares about without even realizing it. Again. She wants desperately to make it right, to understand exactly what you want her to do, but the moment you raise your voice, her reflexes kick in. 

“I agreed to being your girlfriend!” she says, louder than she meant to.

Your heart sinks into your stomach. She isn’t even trying to understand. “That was that big of a sacrifice for you, huh?”

Wednesday licks her lips nervously, hating the look in your eyes, hating how hurt you are and how angry she is. Now, the thought of a relationship like her parents’ is distant and sickening. She can’t imagine having the patience to communicate with someone for so many years — all she can think about is how much easier it would be to do it all alone.

But then her eyes find yours, desperate and heartbroken and filled with tears, and she wants to tear her hair out.

“I’m not enough for you, I know that,” you say quietly, and Wednesday’s heart twists in a way it never has before. “But I… I just thought you would try.”

She calls your name, reaches out a hand, but you’ve already left her dorm. You rush down the hallway, hoping she leaves you alone and chases after you all at once. The tears are hot down your cheeks, and the lump in your throat just won’t leave. You had trusted Wednesday with your heart. You had given it to her, even though your mom knew and your best friend knew and you knew that you shouldn’t have.

Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you, your mom would say, whenever you asked her questions about love far too big for a six-year-old. She would tell you that your heart was a treasure, and that someday you’d find someone who bettered you in every single way.

You had known, you had always known that that wasn’t Wednesday. But she kissed you, she opened up to you, she looked at you in ways that said you were the most special person in the world. And for a while, you were. You were the only one who got to know Wednesday Addams. But you had invested too much, and she never changed: the same inexplicable mystery that had drawn you to her was now pulling you apart from the inside out. She wasn’t built for the kind of relationship that you needed, even if she could make your day just by meeting your eyes.

You find your way to your room through tear-blurred vision, thanking the stars above that your roommate had left early to spend break with her parents.

You collapse onto your bed, sobbing. You feel silly, stupid, used, thinking about every sacrifice you’ve made for her and how little she’s done in return. How unfair it is: she’s trying, you know she’s trying, but trying to Wednesday is the bare minimum to you, and you can’t change what you need.

You cry until your head pounds and your throat is raw, and even then you can’t stop picturing her dark eyes and scarce, golden smiles. You hear your mother’s voice in your head. Your heart clenches.

Eventually, you fall into a restless sleep, thoughts racing and palms sweating. You want more than anything to go to Wednesday’s room to rant about all of your emotions, knowing she’s only half-listening, and to persuade her to cuddle with you in bed, to hold her tight.

Nausea comes and goes in waves.

You don’t want to answer the knock at your door, except it comes from low down on the ground, and you’d never turn Thing away.

He’s holding an envelope between his second and third fingers.

An envelope, with your name scrawled across it in messy cursive. Thing drops it and takes a small bow, hurrying down the hall. You pick it up and shut the door with a sniff, wiping your nose. You’ve never been so grateful for deserted hallways.

You rip it open on your bed, entirely unprepared for the rush of emotion that hits you when you smell Wednesday’s typewriter ink.

I can’t say things to your face, but you need to know them, so I’ve decided to write them.  If I am a black dahlia, you are a sunflower. You are the sweetest of the sunflowers; you are the sun to me. I loathe myself for every moment I have spent upsetting you. I know that I am selfish, and that you are selfless, and that I hurt you even when I’m not trying to. Sorry isn’t enough of a word.

For my entire life, I believed love was nothing but a weakness to be exploited. I thought people like you, who love and give endlessly into this world, were oblivious to the reality of the world. But then I met you, and you cared for someone who least deserved it. The time of day was more than I deserved, and you gave me so much more than that. You have parted the clouds, you have brought sunlight into my life, you have brought me more joy and peace than I care to admit. And to repay you, I hurt you.

You are the sweetest of the sunflowers, and I will never again let myself forget it. I vow to do my utmost to provide you with everything you desire, if you allow me. I’m sorry, my love.

Wednesday nearly jumps when Thing returns, asking him how you looked and if you took the letter. She waits, bouncing her leg, tapping her fingers, thinking about why time travel hasn’t been invented yet. Her mouth is dry, her heart hammering against her ribs. She’s never been so anxious before.

 She barely remembers to smooth out her hair before answering the knock that eventually comes at her door.

“Hi,” you mumble, holding the letter in your hands.

“Hi,” she breathes.

“Do I get another chance?” she asks in a rush. You don’t think you’ve ever heard her this forward.

“I’m out of patience,” you say, and she nods quickly, blinking red-rimmed eyes.

A younger version of you would be reeling at the sight of such blatant emotion on her face.

“Can I hug you?”

Her eyebrows lift, eyes widening ever so slightly.

You can’t stand being mad at her.

Her arms wrap around you tightly, holding you close, her face buried into the crook of your neck. You take a deep breath.

[simpforboys]

can u do xavier and reader being enemies/rivals and theyre roommates and they have like a heated fight but when theyre sleeping reader gets cold so they wake up xavier for cuddles and xavier confesses to reader and maybe some making out 🧎‍♀️

not so bad after all

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: when your rival and enemy xavier thorpe stands up for you, it leads to an argument. and maybe a few confessions.

warnings: swearing, fluff ending, some angst, enemies/rivals to lovers, sexual comments/harassment

combining this request with this!!!

this is kinda cliché but its cute so idc!

when rowan left nevermore academy, principal weems approached you with a room change.

you, who had put in a room change request a few weeks ago, immediately accepted it.

unfortunately you didn’t know your new roommate was going to be xavier thorpe.

xavier thorpe. he had been your academic rival and turned enemy ever since your first year.

he purposely pissed you off and it annoyed you like crazy. his dumb art, smarts, face.

he drove you nuts.

you guys have been roommates for about two months now. there was always a fight every day and it would result in you closing off the make-shift wall you created.

but for now, you sat on the outskirts of nevermore. there was a little grassy area you liked to hang out on, a nice blanket to protect your skin from the cold grass.

laying on your stomach with your feet in the air, you flipped the pages of your book. the place was quiet enough for you to read and get some fresh air, you claimed it was your “get away.”

unfortunately, since it was kinda secluded, that also meant some unwanted company from time to time.

“what’s up, y/n?”

you turned your head and looked up to see a boy named greg. he was around 5’10, short blond hair, with an oval face.

he loved making you uncomfortable, worse than xavier. it didn’t help that his friends were jackasses too and only egged greg on.

“the hell do you want, greg?”

“what’s a pretty mouth like yours talking like that for?”

“go fuck off.”

greg and his friends began to circle your little blanket. you quickly stood up as the four boys stared at you, like animals looking at their prey hungrily.

“now now, y/n. that’s not really nice, is it?” greg’s crooked teeth smirked at you and it made you nauseous.

“can you just leave me alone?”

“no can do. see, you have something i want.”

“i can’t imagine i have anything you would want, you fucking egg head.”

your anger was starting to get the best of you, and you can tell greg was getting heated the way his pale face went red.

when greg grabbed your wrists harshly, you immediately knew you were in trouble.

but before you could fight back, a tall figure pushed greg onto the grass. you looked at who the boy was in complete shock.

xavier thorpe.

“stay the fuck away from her, understand me?”

greg got up and scurried away along with his friends.

“the hell are you doing out here, y/n?”

xavier’s hair was half up half down, a frustrated expression on his sharp features.

“none of your fucking business, xavier.”

“you made it my business by being stupid. there’s plenty of other places in nevermore.”

“so then what are you doing out here, asshole?”

xavier stared at you.

“just- just don’t hang out in this area anymore, okay? it’s where the assholes hang out.”

you rolled your eyes, grabbing your blanket and book. you quickly walked away and felt xavier’s eyes on you.

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that night, you were curled up in your bed trying to find warmth. the freezing jericho air crept through xavier’s window and it was making you freezing.

you hadn’t spoken to xavier since the argument. he appeared to be sleeping over in his twin bed.

you were shivering with your two blankets, pj pants, and sweater. for some reason, you couldn’t keep warm.

your teeth began chattering when you checked the time on your phone. 2:14am.

without thinking, you walked over to xavier’s bed and gently opened the blanket.

he was sleeping in lamb pajama bottoms and a grey shirt, his hair unkept and messy on the pillow.

you quietly got in his bed and immediately you were engulfed by the body heat.

it felt amazing to finally have some sense of warmth. when xavier’s legs accidentally met yours, it felt like a shock of electricity went off and you jolted in bed.

xavier woke up to your jolt and jumped.

“what are you doing over here?”

he groggily asked.

“it’s fucking freezing and you’re warm. shut up and go back to bed.”

surprisingly, xavier complied and you soon heard little snores coming from his mouth.

maybe it was the way he seemed so at peace while he slept, maybe it was the way his long hair was so gracefully placed on his pillow, or maybe it was the way you were staring at his face that was illuminated in the moonlight.

feelings began to erupt in you, feelings that were kept deep down inside you. but, you tried to ignore it and turned over, closing your eyes and softly drifted off.

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unfortunately, you didn’t sleep long. you woke up an hour and a half later to xavier nearly pushing you off the bed.

“stop moving, asshole.”

“you’re in my bed, y/n.”

you didn’t even realize the way xavier began to hold you in his half-asleep stature.

you would be lying if you said it didn’t feel nice. “xavier, you’re cuddling me.”

“can you just shut up and go to sleep?”

his voice was soft and you could tell he wasn’t being mean. you hesitantly laid your head on his chest, hearing the way his heart beat began to speed up.

“am i making you nervous, xavier?” you whispered out, not fully expecting an answer.

“of course i’m nervous, a pretty girl is in my bed.” he mumbled back to you.

xavier could feel your smile against him and he moved his hand to gently scratch the back of your head, trying to get you to fall asleep.

“you know… as much as you like to believe i purposely piss you off, you’re wrong completely.”

you gently lifted your head. your eyes made direct contact with xavier’s, the moon reflecting off the blueish-green color.

“then why do you always gotta be better than me?”

“i’m not better than you, y/n. i do it so i can talk to you.”

“is that why you came out of nowhere earlier?”

“i was coming back from my art shed and saw those dickheads harassing you. i helped you out.”

“what, are you in love with me or something?” you joked, trying to ease the tone in his voice.

“i think so.”

his answer was so nonchalant you almost didn’t hear it correctly.

“huh-“

you went to question him, but xavier gently grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a kiss.

his lips were soft, gentle, and warm. he didn’t force you to stay, and you easily could have pulled back if you wanted. but you didn’t.

you didn’t want to be away from him.

xavier held you against him as you kissed him like your life depended on it.

after a few minutes of plain making out, xavier pulled away from you. his eyes were big and full of admiration.

“let’s get some sleep, yeah?”

you nodded, sleep overcoming your body as you laid back on his chest. he began to rub your back and you closed your eyes.

“you’re not so bad after all, xavier.” you tiredly joked.

he laughed, the vibration against your head making butterflies erupt into your stomach.

“goodnight, y/n.”

“goodnight, xavier.”

[green-eyedfirework]

Dick didn’t remember drifting off to sleep, but he was rudely awakened by a spike in alpha aggressiveness and someone inconsiderately yanking the pup from his arms.  Dick growled instinctively, but the voice that growled back was a lot deeper and a lot angrier.

He fought to get his eyes open, and then scrambled all the way up when he realized he was being loomed over by four alphas in orange-and-black.

Right.  The creepy beta.  Deathstroke’s pack.  The bites.

Dick tried not to shiver as he noticed he was still half-naked in comparison to the fully dressed alphas, but all of the enhanced mercenaries caught his twitch.

“What the fuck kind of game is this?” Deathstroke hissed, Respawn tucked under his arm.

Not in rut anymore.  Good to know.

“What makes you think I know?” Dick snapped back, voice hoarser than he’d like.  The room was still thick with the scent of alpha aggression and Dick felt...unclean.  Unsafe.  Alone and unprotected.  “I was locked in here, same as you.”

He didn’t realize he was reaching to bonds that were no longer there until he ended up brushing the ones that were.

There was another spike of anger as the alphas responded to the motion.

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” Deathstroke snarled.  “This is just the kind of game a hero would set up.  What is this supposed to be, some kind of rehabilitation attempt?  Did they think that if you seduced your way into our pack, that we’d give up our jobs?”

“Seduced?!” Dick spluttered in growing indignation.  He’d wanted no fucking part of this, and especially not being claimed by Deathstroke and his pack.

“What do you call drugging us into rut to get us to bite you?” Ravager shoved forward to snap in Dick’s face and Dick growled back, ignore the prickle of fear of stand his ground.  He was not going to be pushed around by a pack of mercenary alphas.

Even if they were all stronger than him.  Even if he was exhausted to his bones.  Even if all he wanted to do was curl up in a small ball and cry.

“And how do I know this isn’t your idea?” Dick hissed.  “You expect me to believe you and your entire fucking pack was stupid enough to get drugged?  That it was just a coincidence that you’re in my city?”

“Your city, omega?” Grant snarled.  “I don’t see your name on it.”  He was leaking enough alpha challenge to make Dick’s teeth grind.

“You know full well—”

“This is all your fucking fault—”

“How can you blame me for your own incompetence—”

“Oh, and what’s your excuse, Nightwing—”

“Enough.”

The word was filled with enough alpha command to make Dick’s knees go weak.  He locked them and continued glaring.  The pup had been passed on to Nightshade and Jericho while Deathstroke advanced on him.

“You bound yourself to us, kid,” Deathstroke said, low and dangerous, and every one of Dick’s instincts were on screaming alert.  “Tell us what you know, or I’ll break the bond to splinters and leave you choking on it.”

“I don’t know,” Ravager drawled before Dick could respond to the threat or the sharp flare of terror it caused.  He did a once-over of Dick, obvious even with the mask, and Dick fought the urge to cover himself with his arms.  “I kinda like the thought of Nightwing on his knees.”  Dick swallowed, and twitched back a step.  “What do you say, omega?  You can win the claim the hard way.”

“Go to hell,” Dick bared his teeth, as vicious as he could make it, flaring his scent in aggression.  But there was one of him and five of them and the resulting spike in alpha scent left him dizzy.  “I will make you regret even trying—”

“Down.”

His knees throbbed in sudden pain and he was suddenly looking up at all of them.  The realization took a second to catch up to his sluggish mind, and he wasn’t able to entirely keep the shock off his face.

“Aww,” Ravager chuckled, “Looks like you do recognize your place.”

Dick’s fragile hold on his temper, worn razor-thin by stress and pain and exhaustion, snapped.  He had to be the calm one, the rational one, he was the vigilante, the older brother, the leader, he always had to deescalate—except right now, all Dick cared about was tearing out the Ravager’s throat.

Alphas were absolutely vicious in defense of their territory and the worst place to be was between an alpha and something they were protecting.  But an omega was truly dangerous when they were backed into a corner.

Dick didn’t care about the bruises, the sharp flares of pain around his nipples, the throbbing pulses of bite marks on his throat—his anger coalesced into one smirking target.

Ravager clearly wasn’t expecting Dick to hit as hard as he did and the older alpha went down with a shout, Dick twisting free of his grip to go for another jab.  The cell erupted in angry yells and Dick ignored them all, laser focused, fear and pain and upset all combining to feed his rage.

He got in two more punches and a kick—he felt Ravager’s ribs snap under the force of the blow—gloves raking at any part of the alpha he could reach, before they were separated.  Violently.  Dick’s last clear sight was Deathstroke’s furious face before teeth sank into the side of his neck.

Dick crumpled like a ragdoll.

It wasn’t like the first time.  He couldn’t fight the submission, not even slightly, the tide overwhelming him as he drowned in emotions that weren’t his.

Rage—"the fucking little bitch, going to teach him a lesson”—frustration—a sharp, stinging pain in his scalp—wariness—"guys, wait, I don’t think”—fear—a quiet, scared pup sound—"stop, you’re hurting him!”

He could smell milk again.  His own milk, overproducing in response to the alpha rage, an omegan defense mechanism in the face of a hostile pack.

No.  Nonononono.  This wasn’t right.  His pack.  Where was his pack?  Dick rifled through the bonds he could feel, all unfamiliar, rage and frustration directed towards him, but none of them were right.  Where was his pack?

Another set of teeth, closing on the jut of his collarbone, vicious and sharp and take-it-omega-know-your-place-satisfaction-rage and Dick choked under the onslaught.  The grip in his hair vanished and Dick fell.

He didn’t stop falling.

Is this what Mom and Dad felt? a shred of coherent thought drifted amongst the screaming.  Someone was crying, awful, tearing sobs interspersed with desperate omega whimpers, and Dick thought dully that he should help them.  But he couldn’t, paralyzed as he fell and fell and fell, until he stopped fearing the ground and waited for the impact.

There were other noises too.  Snarls and growls.  Words, too fast for Dick to understand.  A quiet, wavering call, pup to pack-omega, and Dick instinctively reached towards it.

Turned out he could move after all.  He grabbed the pup and curled around them, so that he would hit the ground first and save the pup.  But why was the pup falling?  Dick was the only one on the tightrope.

The pup snuggled closer, still making quiet calls, overemphasized like they weren’t used to making them, and Dick crooned in response, reassuring them that pack-omega was there and they were safe.  He pulled the bond too, a reassuring tug of comfort in the oasis of terror.

Dick could smell the acrid scent of fear everywhere and swiped a gentle hand over the pup to wipe it off of him.  Pups should be safe and happy.

The other bonds inside him thrummed and Dick slowly poked down them.  They were muted, controlled, but the one nearest was emitting soft pulses of safe-shh-protect and Dick followed it to alpha-sister and fingers stroking through his hair.  He opened his eyes and saw her leaning over him, his head in her lap.

He wasn’t falling.

Dick blinked again and realized he was curled up on the ground, clutching a white-haired pup.  Respawn.  The other alpha was Nightshade.  He was in the cell.

He slowly turned his head and went very still when he saw the other alphas.  Ravager was crouching next to him, Jericho standing at his shoulder.  He couldn’t see Deathstroke but he could hear banging on the door.

“Are you done?” Ravager snapped brusquely.

Dick didn’t realize he’d flinched back until Nightshade made a warning growl.

Ravager growled back at her, “Oh, like I was supposed to know he’d go into some kind of screaming fit.”

Dick’s throat was very hoarse.  It felt like he’d swallowed sandpaper.

“Look,” Ravager said tersely, “just tell us how to get out of here and we’ll leave you alone.  It’s a fair trade.”

“I don’t know,” Dick rasped.

“What?”

“I don’t know how to get out.  I was drugged and dragged here.”

“You’re really going to stick to that story?” Ravager huffed.

“Not a story,” Dick narrowed his eyes, voice creaking under the strain.  “What part of this makes you think I want to be here?”

Ravager sat back on his heels and glanced at Dick, this time more scanning and less leering.  The bruises were probably obvious, enhanced strength leaving marks from all the manhandling.  Dick didn’t even want to know what the bruises looked like.

When it didn’t look like Ravager was going to respond, Dick turned away from him and curled up tighter, cuddling the pup.  If he closed his eyes, he could pretend it was Damian.  He had to imagine the tutting and Damian’s supercilious huffs.

He wondered what Damian felt when Dick’s bond suddenly snapped.  If he thought Dick had abandoned him.  If he—if he was—if his pup was—

“Stop that,” came the snarl above him and Dick realized he was crying again, tears slipping down his face.  He hastily wiped at them but they continued to fall.  He could do nothing about the grief filling his chest.

“So sorry my emotions are inconveniencing you,” he said thickly.  He felt a thrum of annoyance through the bond, before it snapped to alertness and all the alphas turned towards the ceiling.

Dick squinted up as well, but it took him a couple more seconds to hear the hiss of gas escaping into the room.

“What is it?” Ravager growled.

“Don’t know,” Deathstroke replied tersely.  “Get down, all of you.”

Dick let his head thunk back down.  Of course.  Creepy scientist guy hadn’t gotten what he wanted.

“It’s probably another rut inducer,” Dick said wearily.  “There’s this crazy scientist who wants to study baby metas.”  If the guy had the facilities to contain a whole mercenary pack, then he definitely had the facilities to keep Nightwing locked up for his mad plan.  How long would his family continue to look for him if they believed he was dead?  “Wants one of you to put a pup inside me.”

The looks of appalled shock were slightly reassuring.  But Dick could tell that the room was filling with gas and the alphas were beginning to get affected.

“That’s not how ruts work,” Nightshade protested, her voice deepening.

“Feel free to give the man a physiology lesson once you get out,” Dick offered, nestling back down with the pup.

He was going to take a nap this time.  He didn’t have the energy to even worry about what the alphas would do, much less calm them, and if he wanted to escape from here, he needed some space to think.

“If he wants a pup from you,” Deathstroke growled, low and dark.  “Then he needs you alive, doesn’t he.”

It wasn’t a question.  Dick’s eyes snapped back open and he slowly turned to face the alphas.

He met only hard glares.

Dick swallowed and curled trembling fingers into fists.

[jangofettjamz]

Doctor Wednesday Pt2

Gentle!Wednesday x Selective!Mute!Male!Reader

Reader is on the Autism spectrum.

Summary: You feel overwhelmed and Wednesday comforts you because you're her favourite person.

Words: 1786

Wednesday POV

"Is he okay?" Enid asked me, worried for Y/Ns condition.

"He'll be fine soon enough, his fever is getting better, though not yet in the normal range. He's still quite congested. I'm constantly checking him over. I haven't left his side." I say to the werewolf. "I won't leave him alone until I'm confident that he's well enough to resume classes."

She smiled at me, deviously. "What?" I ask her, wanting to know what she found so obviously amusing.

"You're so in love, Wednesday it's insane." She laughed as she spoke. I hate to admit it, but Enid is most certainly correct. I am in love with my beautiful Y/N, and I'm not ashamed to admit that, not at all. Though I am ashamed to admit that Enid is proven right.

I let out a sharp exhalation, expressing my annoyance with the werewolf. "You're enjoying the fact that you're right about me, aren't you?" A rhetorical question, but she answers anyway.

"Umm absolutely! You're so in love with him. And now you're basically his personal doctor. How romantic!" She exclaims excitedly, luckily no one heard as we were in our dorm.

"I didn't want to take him to the infirmary. The nurses completely disregard his needs everytime he goes there. I won't put him through any unnecessary discomfort if I can prevent it. Besides, I'm far more qualified to take care of him than those pitiful excuses for nursing staff" I scoff, their incompetence definitely shows.

My eyes dart over to Y/N sleeping figure, I only hope he's not in anymore pain when he regains consciousness.

"Anyways, would you like to go out with me and Yoko to Jericho this afternoon?" She asked, but I gave her a look of disapproval.

"Go out with you and the vampire while Y/N remains alone in bed? No thank you, I have a patient to look after. Like I said, I'm not leaving him." I say, shutting down Enid's suggestion immediately.

Y/N began to stir in his sleep, whimpers of discomfort causing worry to flow through me. "Enid leave now. Y/N isn't comfortable with guests at the moment." She nods and immediately heads out, she may be foolish but she knows Y/N isn't in the mood right now.

I walked over to Y/N, who's still laying on my bed. I sat down on his bedside to gently comfort him. "Shhhh it's okay sweet boy, it's okay. I'm here." I cooed, pressing my lips to his forehead.

His eyes slowly opened, my hands stroking the top of his head as he awoke from his slumber. I smile down at him, letting him know that's he safe. "Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?"

He couldn't speak too well so he began signing instead "Can I have some water please? My throat's really dry" He asked.

"Of course you can, darling" I grabbed a water bottle and held it to his lips, gently guiding the water down his throat in small increments. "Small sips, my love" he gulped down the water, soothing his dry thoat. "Your IV has finished. I'll re-examine you in a moment, but I'll give you some time since you just woke up." He nodded and began signing again.

"Can I have a hug please?" He looked embarrassed at the request. Usually I'd gag at the prospect of cuddling someone, but he's very special to me, and I love hugging him.

I smile at him and cup his face "You can have as many hugs as you want, mi amor. Don't be afraid to ask me that. Come here" I gently wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my chest, careful not to cause any unnecessary discomfort.

"I know you're still not feeling the best, my lovely. But I'll make you all better soon I promise. It's the weekend so we can spend the next few days together." He smiled and I reciprocated, holding even tighter to my chest.

"Are you feeling okay sensory wise?" He signs that he's not feeling great. "Is the material for the blankets and pillows okay?" He nodded. "Is it your chest that's feeling weird?" He nods again "How does your chest feel?"

He began to speak with words this time. "Umm it still feels little bit tight. I still have shortness of breath." I nod at his words.

"Can you sit up for me? I'm gonna have a listen to your chest, sweet boy" he did as I asked. I took the stethoscope from around my neck and put in my ears, warming up the diaphragm against my palm for his comfort.

I placed the stethoscope onto his chest to listen. "Is that too cold, sweetheart?" He shook his head and I smiled, kissing his temple shortly afterwards. His heart was racing, at least 90bpm.

"Hey, sweet boy it's okay. Are you panicking a little?" He nods his head frantically, his chest rose and fell rapidly as his breathing became more rapid. He began to stim, tapping his knees and playing with his fingers. He's gonna have a meltdown.

His heart rate had risen more, so has his breathing. "Oh sweetheart come here" I cooed. He leaned sideways into my shoulder, my arms securing his body. "We'll rock together while I listen to your heart so I can calm you down. Does that sound okay, my love?" He nodded and snuggled into me further.

His body was shaking a tremendous amount, as though his entire nervous system was in overdrive. I held him close to me while listening to his chest, wanting to hear his heartbeat slow down while I rocked him. "Shhhh you're okay, Y/N. You're okay. I've got you. You're safe in my arms." I reassured, hoping it would slow down his heart rate.

"I'm sorry!" He cried into me.

"What an earth for, my love?" I haven't the faintest idea why he's so upset.

"I'm sorry for not getting better. I'm such a burden, taking up all your time to look after me. I'm so sorry Wednesday!" My heart broke. I could never be mad at him for needing me to take care of him, he's sick and needs his partner to help him.

"Shh shh shh I'm not mad at you, mi amor. I could never be mad. Your illness is just being stubborn is all, it's not your fault." I say whilst holding him, rocking him gently, listening to the sound of his heart slow down at my reassuring words.

"You're doing so well, my love. Your heart is calming down a bit too. Take deep breaths for me, I'll do them with you." He followed my deep breathing techniques, his heart slowed because of it which caused relief to flow through me.

His heart rate became steady enough for my liking. Now that he was more relaxed, it was time to listen to his breathing. I moved the stethoscope down to his ribs to listen to the lung sounds. "A couple more deep breaths for me, sweet boy." He followed my instructions, the crackling in his lungs was still present, but not as prominent as last night.

I took off my stethoscope and put it around my neck. "You're lungs are clearing a bit, which means your condition is definitely improving." I feel his forehead to get a gauge of his temperature. "Your temp is lower too. How's your stomach feeling?"

"A little better than last night, still hurts a bit though." He says while still snuggled in my arms. I nod at his words and lean him onto his back, preparing some medicine for him.

I pour the medicine onto a spoon, he grimaced as he did so. "Alright darling open up" he sighed and reluctantly opened his mouth, accepting the spoonful of medicine. I patted his back to make the consumption of the horrible spoonful more bearable to swallow.

"Good job, Y/N. Are you feeling more relaxed now, my love?" He nods, but unable to talk. "Are you feeling non-verbal?" He nods again. "That's okay, you can sign if you want to. Can I take your blood pressure again?" He nodded and I kissed him on the cheek gently.

"Stick your arm out, my love" he does as he's told and I wrap the cuff around his bicep, making sure it's not too tight. "Does that feel okay?" He gave a thumbs up as response to my question. I put the stethoscope back in my ears, placing the diaphragm on the crook of his elbow where the brachial artery is located. I began squeezing the pump.

I stopped pumping the cuff and listened, his blood pressure had definitely improved. "130/86, better than last night. You're getting better my love" I smile softly and kiss his forehead. A sense of relief washes over Y/N. I put the stethoscope back around my neck and took the cuff off his arm.

"I know you probably won't feel better for atleast a couple days, maybe even a week. But, once you're all better I'll take you anywhere you want. The harvest festival is on soon. I know you don't like crowds but I promise I'll keep you safe and protected. We can get ice cream too" He smiled brightly which I happily reciprocated.

I cupped his face, my thumb rubbing in circles on his cheek. "But, like I said, we can go anywhere you want. My treat for being such a good patient" I open my arms for him rest his head against my chest, he gladly accept my embrace and moved himself to be held in my grasp as I sat on his bedside.

"I love you, Wednesday" He mumbled against my chest.

"I love you too, mi amor. My special boy" I kiss the top of his head and held him tight, not wanting this moment to end.

A/N

Thanks for reading this fic. I know Wednesday is quite out of character here which may be jarring to some people. If you'd like more stories where Wednesday is really gentle only for Y/N, please let me know.

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Both of Them? Pt. III

[summary]: Wednesday and Enid are not happy while you, Ajax and Yoko are having way too much fun.

[warnings]: swearing

[pairings]: Wenclair x Reader

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Later that day Wednesday and Enid are in the quad, waiting for Ajax and Yoko to arrive.” What exactly are we going to say to them? “ Asked Enid, looking at Wednesday with furrowed eyebrows.

“ We are going to ask them why they had done what they did. “ She answered in a monotone voice, without even taking a glance at Enid. 

Enid looked at her with a frown on her face “ You mean, let Y/N stay at their dorm so she doesn't have to walk home to Jericho in heavy rain? “ She raised her eyebrows at her girlfriend.” Come on, Wednesday! I know that you are upset that she was sleeping in my ex’s clothes and all that stuff. Trust me I am too! But we can’t exactly, just tell them to back off. No one knows that we have feelings for her. “ She whispered the last part so nobody could hear.

Wednesday was about to say something when she saw Yoko and Ajax walking into the quad and towards them. “ Wednesday! Enid! My dear friends, I am so glad to see you both ! “ Yoko tried to cover up the awkwardness with a smile on her face.

“ Stop this bullshit right now. I wanna know what happened last night “ Said Wednesday with her usual glare.

“ Nothing. We just helped your friend. Besides, that’s pretty much all I know. I was at Divinas last night. “ Yoko said as she sat down beside Enid on the edge of the fountain. 

“ You left her alone with Ajax?! “ Enid finally spoke up. Well more like shouted, but yeah. Yoko nodded slowly, not knowing what was wrong with that.

“ Ouch “ Mumbled Ajax under his breath. “ Listen, nothing happened! I had given her my clothes, yes. But that does not mean I tried to get into her pants. “

“ You better not have. Otherwise i—” Enid elbowed her in the side so that she would stop talking.

Ajax huffs then his phone dings, signaling that he has gotten a notification. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and turns it on to see a text from you, asking when you guys are going to meet up. He replies with a quick ‘ We’ll be there in a minute ‘ and puts his phone back away and whispers to Yoko; “ She just texted. We should hurry “ Yoko nods and looks at the couple who is looking at them suspiciously. 

“ Look, we understand your concern for your normie friend, but we really have to go right now. We are meeting up with Divina and Xavier for a double date. “ She smirks at the end of her sentence. Wednesday and Enid looked at Ajax, shocked. He laughed and nodded, quickly grabbing Yoko’s arm and pulling her away after he said a quiet goodbye. 

“ A double date?! Seriously?! “ Ajax exclaimed as they started walking towards the entrance of The Nevermore Academy. “ You couldn’t think of any other excuse? “ 

Yoko laughs and Ajax just stares at her in disbelief. 

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You are waiting in-front of a small restaurant in Jericho, scrolling through your gallery endlessly. Suddenly you hear laughing and look up; seeing Yoko laughing and Ajax walking next to her with a deep frown on his face. As they approach you, you put your phone away and say, “ I- …..have a feeling I don't want to know what is happening. Anyway, I made a table reservation already so..let’s go inside “

You guys go inside and sit at your table “ So, tell us about yourself. “ Says Ajax.

You and Yoko give him the ‘ seriously?’ face and Yoko says, “ You know, most people i know hate small talk, Ajax. So please can you not? “ 

You laugh and then a waitress comes to take your order “ Hey, Y/N! The usual? “ You nod and he turns to Yoko and Ajax “ And what can I get for  you guys? “ 

They quickly order and the waitress walks away. You turn your head to see them staring at you “ What? “ You laugh. 

“ So, you know the waitress? “ Yoko asks as she leans back in her chair; she raises her eyebrows, waiting for you to answer.

“ Well, not exactly, I just come here often. “ You tell them with a smile on your lips, remembering all the memories you have made here. Whether it’d be with friends or alone, it was always an escape from reality. They nod at your answer and Ajax perks up.

“ Hey, next time we can go to a clothes store! “ He says, excited.

“ Are you saying I have a shitty style? “ You ask, faking the offended look on your face. He quickly picked his head up.

“ No ! I-I was ju- “ He stops as he sees both you and Yoko Laughing “ Haha, real funny. “

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That night, you were getting ready for bed when you heard your phone ding on your desk. You go up to it and pick your phone up, seeing a text from you, Enid and Wednesday’s group chat.

You open it up and read it. It says; ‘ HI, Y/N! Wanna hang out with us tomorrow?’ You smile at the text before answering; ‘ Yeah, sure. When? ‘

This time it was Wednesday who texted, ‘ Around 3 pm? ‘ You frown as you look at the text, realizing that you still have classes at 3 pm tomorrow; ‘ Shit. That’s not good for me. How about 5 pm? ‘ within seconds you see agreeing emoji’s on your screen.

You put down your phone and walk over to you bed, glad that you are finally in your own one. 

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A/N: that's it for today, guy's! Hope you liked it.

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EOM Headcannons

Marius would love Oliva Rodrigos song 'Vampire'. Do i think he would actually listen to it no, but damn it would be funny if he did.

Farryn would like Ashniko, and also Florence Welsh

Jericho would love Hoizer and Noah Kahan

none of these motherfuckers can cook. Lethica and Yorgrim might know some basic stuff but that's about it.

Farryn thinks shes a great cook and she is just only for herself and maybe Jericho

Lethica loves skincare. she has so many creams and serums in Bag, how else would her skin look that flawless after wearing a mask 24/7.

Yorgrim gives the best cuddles enough said

When Yorgrim and Briggsy are hanging out alone they end up canceling out whatever braincells they have. So they end up doing a bunch of stupid shit together. like Briggsy would make a bet that Yorgrim cant pick up the couch with Marius sleeping on it and Yorgrim would 100% take that bet

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So I’m like severely sick rn, with a cough, fever, allergies and all the types of bodily pain you can think of.

Would you be so kind as to write a cute little Larissa x reader sick fic? Full creatives rights to you, write what comes to you and what you like. Thank you, darling:)<3

-comet ☄️

Sweet thing

*authors note~ I’m so sorry you’re sick lovely, I know this is a bit late but I hope this is okay? Taking an kinktober break to post this! Next instalment of kink is coming to a screen near you soon ;) Can always pop me a message and tell me anything you wanna change or add! It was written on a train so it sort of inspired this :)*

Trigger warnings~ little r cg Larissa anxiety brought on by trains illness fever sickness headaches just generally feeling crap ?? Probably more tbh😂

Prompt~see ask^^^

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You knew you felt like shit today, it hit you as soon as you were awake, coughs wracking through your body as if it was nothing more than a meet bowling pin. The headache you went to bed with was never quite leaving you. In fact it seemed to have rested and come back with a vengeance, and of course it was the one day you couldn’t deal with this. You are meant to catch a train a little before two thirty to travel to Jericho and see your girlfriend for the month. Having time off from your school due to some building work gave you the perfect opportunity to discuss your idea of moving to Nevermore to teach with the blonde principal. You were more on edge as you knew the last “Normie” teacher the school had almost tried to kill your lover, but not being with her all the time kills you. Yet this sickness seemed to have other ideas for you.

Deciding you had some time you attempted to sleep off the worst of this sickness before dosing your self up on pain medicine and dragging yourself to the train station. Only this time when you awoke, your whole body ached, your eyes leaking moisture, nose running like a tap and this ungodly cold sensation all over your body. Instinctively, you wanted to borrow under the blankets and sleep for eternity but you simply didn't have the time for that. So instead, you hauled yourself out of bed, shoving on the comfiest pair of clothes you could find before readying your tired body to leave your room.

Rushing to the train station was all blur, but some how you made it and you couldn't be more grateful that you managed to secure a seat before the train got to busy. By the first stop, the train had began to pack up and in the sick haze you swore your heart was beating so fast it could be considered a rocket with the speed it was trying to take off with. your right leg began to bounce as you felt eyes on you from every direction of the train carriage. Paranoia seeped into your bones as you felt as if you'd been dunked into flames judging by the now uncomfortable heat spreading over your skin. The earbuds you strategically place in your ears to dull the noise now seemed to be failing as your head felt ready to explode. As soon as you heard your stop being announced you could've cried with joy as you escaped the train, promising yourself that you would never put yourself through that anxiety educing activity again. Especially not alone.

The taxis for Jericho are far and few between, in fact there is not any. so you enlisted the help of Nevermore's very own troublesome raven haired student and her werewolf girlfriend. It turned out to be brilliant timing as some of the Nevermore students happened to be in Jericho shopping for the raven, so you were able to sneak onto the shuttle using your abilities to help you blend in with the other students. Thankfully Coach Vald wasn't too observant otherwise he would've surly notice the sick teenager sat between Wednesday and Eind, who clearly wasn't there before.

Arriving at Nevermore took your breath away every time, yet this time it could be argued that it was the cough that was trying to force itself free from your chest that did it. With a quick thank you to the girls and reassurance that Wednesday, Enid's and things skills your luggage would make its way to the Principles office you slipped off to find your lover. As you walked the halls of Nevermore your body was slowly giving up, the pain overwhelming you, the fever causing you to shift into a much younger version of yourself. The need to find the Principal was now at an all new high, luckily she found your things before she found you. You'd have to thank Enid for spilling what was meant to be a surprise when you felt better.

"Hello love bug" you heard from down the hall. Your momma. once you turned to face her she could see just what Enid had described. you were really sick and yet somehow made your way to Nevermore to surprise the blonde. You must have told her a later train time in hopes to surprise her. Rather adorable, but she would have to remind you that you need too look after your health when you felt better. "Momma, no feel goods" you whimpered before your little body gave out and made friends with the floor.

Scooping you up of the floor and cradling your small frame to her chest, she could feel the heat radiating from you, yet shivers racked your frame as if it was winter weather. She immediately took you back to her private chambers where she could care for you more discreetly. Being placed on her bed, you immediately wriggled over to burrow your face in her pillow before snuggling into her blankets. With a small chuckle, the blonde gently rouses you to give medicine and cool your temperature down. "No Momma, no more" you whined trying to wriggle away as much as your weak body would allow you to. "I know little love, but we have to get you feeling better don't we?" to which you nodded and reached out for the older woman to hold you. Only when you were wrapped in her arms did you feel better, "magical nuggles momma" you yawned causing a huge smile for the Principal of Nevermore, the amount of love you brought her was magical. "Only for you my love, can you tell momma how you got here when you are feeling so icky darling?"

You sleepily recounted how you made your way to Nevermore and the reason why you were so determined to get to her. Even when you were this sick, Larissa was all you could think about and need. "Wanna live momma ever an ever" you mumbled before the medicine knocked you out, snuggled onto the principals chest, your home and safe space. Larissa held you while you slept wondering how she could reprimand for needing her? she just couldn't but if you lived and worked in Nevermore then she could most definitely keep an eye on you.

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[missmonsters2]

Keeping You Warm

[Pairing]: WENCLAIR (Wednesday x Enid)

[Summary]: Wednesday had warned Enid to dress warm for the weather, knowing the blonde had a penchant for thinking she was invincible because she was a werewolf. Because if Enid caught a cold...

Prompt: "Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that."

[Warnings]: Soft. Wednesday being unable to say no to Enid. Jealous!Wednesday. They Held Hands™️. Xavier chokes. Bianca's annoyed.

[Note]: Your honor I love them.

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Wednesday's eyes narrowed in on Enid's form from across the courtyard.

The cold season had settled in, a blanket of white snow covering the ground. The air was biting and nipping at people's skin.

It was evident in the way Enid's nose, ears, and cheeks were rosy red. Wednesday watched as Enid talked animatedly with Yoko while the rest of their little ragtag group hung around, most likely waiting for her. 

The day had started early with Wednesday waking up to Enid's face at the edge of her bed, half obscured. The surprising sight would've normally frightened someone, but Wednesday merely glared.

"What are you doing, Enid?"

"Wednesday," Enid whined, and the dark-haired girl was tempted to turn around and go back to sleep immediately. Enid whining never meant good things. "Come to the Jericho Yule Festival with me and everyone else today!

"No," Wednesday monotoned. "I already went with you to the Christmas Lights last week."

"And now it's the Yule Festive this week," Enid rebutted.

Wednesday remained silent but internally sighed. Why was it so difficult to say no to Enid firmly? Still, Wednesday kept her mouth shut and closed her eyes. Saying nothing wasn't saying yes.

Then, the sound of Enid's forlorn sigh filled the room. 

"Okay," the blond conceded as she straightened her back before getting up to sit on the edge of Wednesday's bed with a slouch. "I guess I could partner up with Ajax for the couple's activities."

Wednesday's eyes opened back, trailing to the side to look at Enid's back. She was wearing that colorful sweater that looked like a unicorn puked on it. 

"What?" was the only word to come out of Wednesday's mouth. 

But Enid understood and blabbered away. "Well, Ajax's date canceled on him yesterday, so he can't do any of the partner activities since if you were coming, it would've made the numbers odd. But I guess since you're not coming, I can do stuff with Ajax."

That sentence alone sounded all wrong to Wednesday, bringing up unpleasant feelings she was unfamiliar with. But then again, Enid brought forth a lot of feelings she wasn't familiar with lately. 

Some were good, and some made her...feel violently sick—in a good way?

"I thought you two broke up," Wednesday commented instead. 

"Yeah," Enid shrugged, and Wednesday couldn't tell what the blonde felt about it without seeing her face. "But we ended on good terms and all the prizes for the couple activities are really, really cool. I want to win them all."

The idea of Ajax and Enid working in tandem and cheering, and hugging each other in victory (because Enid was definitely most likely going to hug him out of excitement) had Wednesday begrudgingly say—

"Fine. I'll go."

Enid immediately turned around, her face bright and excited. "Really?" She squealed. "I'm so excited! I just know we're going to crush everyone else."

"Of course," Wednesday looked unperturbed. "I want to see Bianca's face of utter defeat." Then, Wednesday raised her brow at Enid. "Dress warmly. Ever since you wolfed out, you have suddenly lost a few brain cells and think you're immune to the cold. I will end you if you get sick."

Enid merely rolled her eyes before she pounced onto Wednesday, her body half-pressed into her and arms wrapped around her neck.

"Enid," Wednesday grouched.

Yet, despite her stern warning for Enid to dress appropriately for the weather, there the blonde was: no hat, no scarf, and no gloves. 

Not even her hideous snood.

Wednesday walked forward, and Xavier was the first to greet her. She nodded in acknowledgment to the entire group before glaring at Enid.

"Why aren't you dressed appropriately for the weather?" 

"You aren't either!" Enid scrunched her nose at Wednesday as she took in the other girl's attire. "Except for your gloves, I guess."

"That's because my body is naturally colder than the weather," Wednesday raised her brow.

"Well, that's simply not true," Enid smirked, and if Wednesday could, she would have blushed.

"Let's just get going," Bianca curled her lips in annoyance at the weird display Enid and Wednesday have been putting on lately. "The cabs are already here."

The group began making their way toward the entrance of the school quickly. Despite ordering two cabs, Wednesday still felt claustrophobic being pressed up against someone as she sat next to the door. 

The ride was noisy, but Wednesday found it was easy to drown out if she focused on Enid's chattering. Soon enough, they arrived in the town. If Wednesday thought last week they had over-decorated, this was pure Christmas vomit. Apparently, Yule Fest was their biggest event of the year.

The group decided to walk around first to check out the area, but not even a quarter way in, Wednesday could feel Enid shivering against her when she walked too close.

But it was only when Enid sneezed that Wednesday stopped walking.

"Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that," Wednesday snapped. 

Her tone made everyone jump, but Enid merely sneezed again and looked pitiful. 

Suddenly, Wednesday yanked on Xavier's scarf, making him momentarily choke as it unraveled around his neck. 

"What the hell, Wed—" He started to say, but his jaw dropped.

Wednesday lifted her arms and used his scarf to wrap around Enid's neck delicately.

"What do you think will happen if you get sick?" Wednesday frowned. "Do you expect me to make you soup and nurse you back to health?"

"I wouldn't dream of it," Enid smiled, watching as Wednesday then turned to Yoko and sniped the girl's hat, ignoring the vampire's grunt and glare.

"No, you should not because I will leave you to perish," Wednesday said as Enid lowered her head slightly so that she could put the hat onto the blonde. 

"Thing will take care of me," Enid grins in a mischievous way that has Wednesday glaring at her through her brows and cheeks more angular than usual when she pursed her lips. "Or not," Enid quickly amended.

"C'mon," Bianca looked at the remaining group. "Let's get going before Enid's stupidity costs us all of our winter wear."

Wednesday gave the siren a dark look.

Bianca was unfazed as she smirked before gathering the group to walk along, leaving the two to trail slowly behind. 

"Sorry," Enid mumbled as they walked. "And thank you."

Wednesday could feel their hands brush against each other occasionally and pursed her lip. Enid's hand felt cold to her, which was saying something because Wednesday's hand temperature was probably close to freezing.

Wednesday stopped walking again, causing the werewolf to jerk to a stop as well. 

Enid looked at Wednesday curiously as the dark raven sighed, pulling off one of her gloves and handing it to her.

"I'm not giving you both," Wednesday warned. 

Enid smiled as she took the glove and wore it on the hand that faced the outside. "You don't need to," Enid said but then looked mischievous as she wriggled her fingers on her bare hand. "But there is a way to keep both our hands warm."

Wednesday looked at her curiously. 

Enid took Wednesday's gloveless hand, causing the other girl to tense up. Ignoring it, Enid stuck both their hands into her jacket pocket and started walking, giving no choice but for Wednesday to begin moving too. 

"Enid," Wednesday frowned.

"Shh," Enid comforted. "It's fine. They're not going to look behind because they're too scared you'll probably stab their eyes out."

With that reassurance (not that Wednesday needed it), Wednesday allowed the contact, walking quietly next to the blonde and keeping her warm. 

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siren song v - xavier thorpe

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requested: yes! requests: open!

A/N: another part of siren song! i am pretty sure that this might be the second to last episode, as after all of this, it will all go down >:) i hope you enjoy reading, and let me know what you think!

wordcount: 4.423 warnings: she/her reader, angst, wednesday is mean, sad xavier

When Xavier doesn't respond to any of your texts, you find yourself stranded at the Weathervane. He really needs your help.

Even after waking up, there was no trace of Xavier. You had messaged and called him, but there was no response.

Y/N ♡

good morning! weathervane today? see you there? :)

Maybe he was still sleeping. Then you surely don't want to wake him up. Hopefully, he had not forgotten about meeting up at the cafe. Surely not. He was excited yesterday, and if he would have changed his mind, then he would send you a message.

You change out of your pajamas and into a more presentable outfit, packing your bag with some essentials before you exit your dorm. It is quite strange that you had not gotten any message back from him yet. But, as you exit the Weathervane gate, you see that the blue bike is missing.

Hm, he must have left already.

The walk to Jericho is quiet. There is not too much traffic or people. Most of the people are at Nevermore anyway as today is the last day of Visiting Week. Maybe Xavier was already sitting in the Weathervane at your usual spot.

You finally reach the warm cafe as you enter it, the bell above your head ringing yet again. The cafe had some occupied tables, yet Xavier was nowhere to be seen.

You quietly wait in the short line, smiling at Tyler as he greets you.

"Y/N, hey! Alone this time?"

"Oh, no!" You shake your head with a smile. "Xavier is still sleeping, but he should be on his way."

Tyler looks at you for a second before smiling, nodding as he stands up a bit straighter.

"Hot chocolate, whipped cream, and caramel?"

You nod with a smile on your face.

"And one cappuccino, please."

He clicks some buttons on the register, but as you go to give him the money, he shakes his head.

"No worries. This one is on me."

"Oh, come on, Tyler," you let out a laugh. "How about all those snacks you keep giving me? The Weathervane will go bankrupt if you keep doing that."

The boy shrugs, leaning over the counter a bit as he looks at you.

"I will not make your order if you pay."

You squint your eyes at him for a second. More people stand behind you in the line, and you really don't want to hold them up. With a deep breath, you finally nod.

"I will make sure to leave a big tip then."

You move out of the way before sitting down in your usual booth, your book in front of you as you let out a sigh. Still no messages on your phone - something kind of weird. Normally, even during classes, you and Xavier would send texts to each other. But now, the texts aren't even seen.

He is just sleeping. Maybe he is on his way right now. You don't want to bother him while he is on his bike. He might get into an accident or fall off his bike. You can't have that happen.

Your nails make soft clicking noises as you tap the table nervously, your leg bouncing up and down as you twist a strand of your hair around your fingers. A sigh leaves your lips as it tangles around your finger, pulling the strand of hair off of it again.

"Your favorite drink," Tyler approaches you, tray in hand. "And a cappuccino."

"Thanks, Tyler," you smile for a second before taking a deep breath.

He pauses for a second, the empty tray still in his hands as he looks at you. It is strange for him to see you without Xavier. The last few visits to the Weathervane were always with Xavier, but right now, the boy is nowhere to be seen. Did he stand you up? If he did, he would be an idiot.

"Hey, uh," Tyler awkwardly chuckles. "You alright?"

"Oh," you quickly nod. "Yes! Of course. I am just waiting."

His eyebrow raises for a second before nodding. Who is he to judge?

"Let me know if you need anything."

After a smile and a 'thank you', he leaves you be again. It is quiet, too quiet. Normally, your booth would be filled with talking, laughs, and sometimes even the sound of funny videos that you would watch together. But right now, there is absolutely nothing.

Y/N ♡

im sitting in our usual booth! ordered you a cappuccino :)

A photo of the filled cup gets sent as well, but neither message is read. One minute passes. Five minutes pass. Before you know it, half an hour has passed without him responding. Not even a walk to Jericho would take this long.

You open your book back up before sipping your drink. He wouldn't just leave you on your own, right? Especially not without saying anything. Is he mad that you went to study yesterday? Xavier told you that he didn't mind.

The letters on the pages seem to be dancing as you can not read one word. Your focus is gone, somewhere hidden, but not anywhere near you or your book. Even after reading so many pages and nearing the end of the story, you can't even be slightly interested in what it will bring you.

People pass by your table as even Thornhill comes in for a drink.

"Y/N!" She looks at you surprised, her to-go cup in her hands. "I'm surprised to see you here! Where are your parents? Visiting Week is not over yet."

"Oh, they didn't show up," you shrug, a small smile on your face as you look up at your teacher. "I'm just waiting for Xavier."

"Ah," she hums, sipping her cup. "Well, I am sure that he will be here soon. I will see you in class!"

She walks off again, leaving you on your own in the busy cafe.

You look back at your phone, the messages still not read by the boy. As your cup was already empty, his was still filled to the brim, though almost as cold as ice now. It had been standing there for an hour already. But, you can't complain. Maybe he overslept? What if you call him?

You scroll through your contacts, stopping when you see 'Xav!'. His name has been the same for a while, even when you didn't remember him. You stare at the 'call' button for a good minute before finally pushing it.

The only thing you hear is beeps.

"Hey, it's Xavier! I uh- I can't pick up right now-"

You end the call, dropping your phone back on the table as you lean back. Still, nothing. It doesn't feel very in character for him. For the last few days, you had shared different stories and even deep secrets, ones that you both used to know before the Song.

By now it is four p.m., three hours since you got here. The cup of cappuccino still sits in its original place, the foam and the coffee mixed together into something unrecognizable. It's cold already. It was already cold two and a half hours ago.

You don't look up from your book when you hear footsteps next to you. There have been so many customers at the Weathervane already, you didn't quite expect Xavier to come in this late. Instead, your eyes are focused on the book, still on the same exact page as earlier.

What does make you look up is your old cup being taken and replaced by a new one. One filled with your hot chocolate, whipped cream, and caramel drizzle.

"Is uh... Is this seat taken?"

Tyler stands by your side, a small smile on his face as he holds a plate with a waffle in his hands, eyeing the seat opposite you. You just shake your head, closing the book before shoving it to the side. The boy sits down, pushing the small plate toward you.

"Feel like you could use it," he awkwardly laughs. "You've been here for a while."

"Thank you, Tyler," you whisper, just a faint smile on your face as you look back at him.

He still has the apron on which is now slightly stained with coffee. When he sees you look, he presses his lips together, leaning back a little bit.

"I'm on my break," he explains. "Weathervane closes in around two hours. But I didn't have a break yet, so..."

"So you sit with a lonely customer?"

The boy looks at you for a second, not sure how you mean it. Negative? Maybe positive? He has no idea. But, when you crack a smile, he also lets out a laugh.

"More like my favorite customer. I tried your order earlier, by the way," he points to your mug. "It's a good combo. Though I am more of a coffee person."

"Thank you."

It's quiet for a second. There are no other customers in the Weathervane, only you and Tyler sitting in the booths. Most of the folks in Jericho have already gotten their coffee, now back to their work, school, or other things.

"Would you mind if I stayed here?" You suddenly ask. "I can even help you close. I just uh, I have to wait. In case Xavier comes by."

"Uh, sure!"

Tyler smiles at you, fiddling with the spoon that lies next to the cold cappuccino. The small bell rings again, making Tyler look up. One more customer.

"I gotta get back to it," he mumbles, standing up. "I'll talk to you in a little bit, okay?"

He leaves your table together with the cold cappuccino which gets spilled down the drain. No use for it if no one is there to drink it.

"Hi! How can I help you?"

You zone out yet again, staring at the steam that comes from your cup. You stir the whipped cream and caramel into the chocolate, your head leaning onto one hand. There was still no trace of Xavier. Not outside, not on your phone, nothing. He always had his phone with him.

-

With a sigh, Tyler finally switches the sign from 'Open!' to 'Closed!'. It had been a long day for him with tons of different people, but now was finally the time to relax. At least, after the Weathervane was cleaned and officially closed.

The boy walks to the back, grabbing a broom together with a mop and a bucket. You follow him with your eyes, standing up yourself before walking over to him.

"I can clean the tables? To pay back for the free drinks and sweets."

"Sure," a big smile forms on his face. "Thank you."

He turns the radio on a bit louder, filling the empty space with music as he starts sweeping the floor. Sure, cleaning up tables was not really the best way to spend your time, but after sitting at a booth for hours and getting free drinks, it was the least you could do.

Together with the spray and cloth, you get started wiping everything down. Your eyes still often focus on the street outside, hoping to see a glimpse of Xavier. There is no possible way that he could be hours late.

Tyler starts on cleaning out all the machines as you sit on the counter, watching his moves. He had taken all the leftover cookies, muffins, and other goods, dividing them into small containers for both you and him to take home.

All the machines, cups, and tables have been cleaned, only leaving the two of you to throw out the trash bags and lock the door. Just as Tyler pulls out the trash bag, the bell above the door rings yet again. What a strange time.

"We're closed," Tyler says without looking up, placing the closed trash bag on the ground.

"Then you should lock your doors."

You turn around on your chair, spotting Wednesday standing in the middle of the cafe. What is she doing here? You know that she often comes in for a quad, but the Weathervane has been officially closed for around an hour, if not more.

"There are some real sick people out there," Wednesday continues, raising one eyebrow.

"Hey, Wednesday," you greet her, reaching for your bag. "Can I ask you a question?"

"How many times do I have to say it? You already are. Get on with it."

"Right," you whisper, straightening your back before continuing. "I was just wondering if you saw Xavier at Nevermore today? I have been waiting for him for a while and he never responded to my texts."

The pig-tailed girl almost grimaces as she grips the straps of her bag.

"Why would you hang out with a monster?"

A monster?

It must be the one that she spoke about before. That monster, supposedly, killed Rowan and hurt Eugene. The one running around in the woods. Wednesday was scarily obsessed with it, something you should have guessed from someone so obsessed with the strange and unusual.

You had heard of it from Xavier, and also back when you were in the Nightshade library. She had been looking for someone with a strange name and then proceeded to talk to Xavier about something weird.

"That one that supposedly killed Rowan?" You raise your eyebrows. "Wednesday, we all saw Rowan leave in the car with Thornhill. Very much alive."

"You can't possibly believe that," she sneers, not moving from her spot. "He was killed. Right in front of me. By Xavier. I just know it."

You let out a shocked laugh, standing up from your seat as Tyler nervously watches you two. He hasn't really seen the two of you together since the Rave'n. He had seen Xavier walk away from you to end up with Wednesday.

"You can't honestly believe that, Wednesday. What did he ever do to you?"

"He hurt Eugene," she grits her teeth. "And I can believe it. I have evidence, proof, I know it's him."

Her words make you want to throw up. Sure, Wednesday never really showed interest in the boy, except for the invitation to the Rave'n, but to accuse him of murder? Of being a horrible monster that would actually murder his own roommate and hurt many more?

You just can't believe how she is so convinced that Xavier is the monster. No one at Nevermore seems like they would do this - no one. Not Xavier, not anyone else. The one most likely would even be Wednesday.

"You know nothing about him," you hiss as you step closer to her. "You know absolutely nothing about Xavier-"

"Oh, and you do?"

Wednesday scoffs, though still standing in the same position. Her face is deadpanned and her murderous gaze is set on you. One eyebrow is raised as she looks you straight in the eyes.

"How much could you possibly remember of Xavier if you used a Siren Song to forget about him? One that surely is still working."

Your entire body tenses up as you can do nothing but look at her. How would she know about the Siren Song? Bianca and you never ever told anyone else. No one knew of it, except for you, Bianca, and Xavier.

"What? You think no one would find out?" She sneers. "It's so pathetic. You felt so bad. Though I don't blame you for wanting to forget someone who is a murderer, monster, and awful human being. If I can even call him a human. He is the monster, Y/N. You might not know him as well as you think."

She gives you one last look.

"Though I doubt that you remember anything about him."

"Fuck you, Wednesday," a whisper leaves your lips as you tightly grip your bag, walking out of the Weathervane.

The walk back to Nevermore was messy, cold, and wet. It wasn't quite raining, yet your body still got wet from the small droplets that did manage to fall down. Your shoes are covered in mud and everything in your bag must be drenched by now. Your phone died a while ago and your energy was gone.

You are muttering out words, still pissed at Wednesday. Sure, Xavier was acting a bit odd today, not answering his phone or showing up, but he isn't a murderer. You hung out with him every single day, how would he possibly be able to kill someone? Besides, he is a sweetheart. He would not even hold a knife up to someone, much less mutilate their body.

Your footsteps are heavy as you climb up the stairs to your dorm. Your shoes leave behind imprints on the ground, the mud leaving a trail behind you. When you reach your door, you push it open, dropping your bag on the ground immediately. Time for a shower - you are freezing and covered in sand.

A knock on the door sounds just as you placed the towel on your head. Is it Xavier?

"Coming!" You shout from out of your bathroom.

You quickly hurry to the door as another knock sounds on it. As it opens, it reveals Enid, a worried look on her face.

"Where have you been all day? Are you okay?"

"The Weathervane," you step to the side to let her in. "I was waiting for a while and then decided to help Tyler close up. Why?"

"Who were you waiting for?"

The blonde turns around, looking at you nervously. She pulls on her sweater before sitting down on your bed.

"Xavier. Why?"

It is quiet for a second.

It makes you nervous.

"You didn't hear?"

Enid nervously looks up at you, fiddling with her hands as she tries to think about how to break the news to you.

"Hear what?" You raise your eyebrows. The blonde stays quiet. "Enid?"

"I'm so sorry," she whispers. "I didn't know she would do this-"

"Do what? Enid, you are genuinely creeping me out."

"Xavier has been arrested by Sherriff Galpin. Wednesday says he's the Hyde."

Xavier actually got arrested? Your heart almost stops beating, though, in reality, it is beating the fastest it ever has. You place your hands on the girl's shoulders, looking her straight in the eyes.

"Xavier has been arrested?"

"They found everything in his shed. Kinbott's necklace, Rowan's inhaler-"

"Kinbott died?"

The werewolf looks at you, her eyebrows creased as a look of pity flashes across her face.

"You really haven't heard anything of the monster?"

You slowly let go of Enid's shoulders, looking at the ground before quickly walking to your closet. You pull out your pajama pants, a sweater, and socks before taking your shoes from under your bed.

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

"I'm going to prove that murderer-loving girl wrong," you grit your teeth, changing out of your old clothes. "I know she is your friend, Enid, but she is wrong. Xavier is not a murderer."

You throw some stuff in your backpack before grabbing your keys and looking at Enid.

"I'm going to get him out of there."

-

"Xavier!"

You knock on the door of his shed, the knocks getting more and more desperate. But then, you notice that there is no lock on his door anymore. The usual chain that hung around the handles before, is gone. You quickly open the door, finding nothing but paint supplies inside. Everything is still in its place, and after frantically looking around, you see his phone. It lays untouched, hidden underneath some paintbrushes.

His password wasn't hard - he had added your face to it a while ago, causing it to immediately unlock. A ton of missed notifications, including all of yours.

"Shit," you mumble before throwing the phone in your backpack, hurrying out of the cold shed and back into the woods.

It is already dark outside, it is probably around eight p.m. Surely, the Sherriff's Department must still be open. You don't have any time to waste. You know Xavier is not at fault. He is not the monster.

The walk, or run, to Jericho, was long. Your legs were hurting as you sprinted to the town. Sure, you did Fencing which is considered a sport, but you surely do not have any stamina. The only reason why you are still able to move is the adrenaline in your body. Your ribs are hurting and with every step that you take, it feels like your heart is being punctured. But you have to get to the Sheriff's Department.

The white building soon comes into your sight as you run past the Weathervane. You don't stop - you might not be able to walk anymore if you do. Instead, you open the doors with your telekinesis before running in, finally catching your breath.

"Hey, hey!"

A lady runs up to you, placing her hand on your shoulder.

"What is it? Do you want some water? I am Bernice."

The sweet lady sits you down on a chair, grabbing you a paper cup of water before sitting down behind her desk, looking at you with pity.

"Any emergency? Are you hurt?"

You drink the entire cup of water, looking at the cop in front of you.

"I am here to see someone."

"See someone?"

"Xavier Thorpe," you nod, thanking the lady for the water before standing up. "I really, really need to see him."

She flips through some papers. A Xavier Thorpe being here? Ah, there it is. She grimaces, looking up at you.

"I'm not sure if I can do that. It's dangerous, you know."

"Please?"

You look up at her, frustrated tears in your eyes. If only Wednesday never came to Nevermore. Your entire life would have been so different - never having to forget Xavier, not having him locked up, and living a peaceful life.

Bernice takes a deep breath before looking around. The only person here, is you and her. She reaches for the keys in her drawers, slowly standing up before nodding her head to a door at the back of the building.

"Not a word to Sherriff Galpin. I could lose my job for this."

The big collection of keys is the only sound as the heavy door gets unlocked, Bernice allowing you in. On one side of the room are iron bars, as the other side only has a row of wooden benches against it.

"I can't give you a lot of time," she mumbles.

"Thank you, Bernice."

In the room you hear shuffling and the sound of chains and shackles. The heavy door behind you gets closed as you take a deep breath, walking down the dark hallway. They couldn't have put some lights here.

As you get to the last cell, you see him. Xavier's back is towards you as he walks back and forth, his body covered in chains that are restraining him from moving around too much.

"Xavier?"

His head whips around, a look of disbelief in his eyes as he shakes his head. You had stood there multiple times before. Accusing him of being the Hyde, telling him that you regretted befriending him at all. Maybe it was really you, maybe it was the dark playing tricks on him.

You slowly step closer to the bars, your face only mere centimeters away as he only looks at you.

"I'm not the Hyde, I-I promise," he whispers, his eyebrows creased as you quickly nod.

"I know, Xav."

He slowly steps a bit closer to you, hesitant to get too close. All the other times he had tried only resulted in you fading away, leaving him alone in the dark cell again.

"You do?"

His voice sounds soft, shaky, and insecure. Whatever Wednesday did to him completely changed the boy. You slowly sit down in front of the bars, sticking your hands through the bars. Xavier also slowly sits down, the chains making loud noises as he looks from your face to your hands. His hands are twitching, wanting to reach for yours, but he is terrified. What if you disappear again? What if he is only imagining things yet again?

"You're okay, Xavier," you whisper. "I will get you out of here, I promise."

His hands fall into yours. You aren't fading away and you haven't screamed at him yet.

"It's actually you."

All of his emotions flow out at once, tears streaming down his face as his head falls against the metal bars. There is a thick chain around his neck, torso, and waist. Your heart breaks as you hear his sobs, trying your best to calm him down through the barrier.

Your left hand tightly holds his as you use your right hand to run your hand through his knotted hair.

"I'm sorry I never showed up," he sniffles, making you laugh sadly.

"Xavier," you look at him, a small smile on your face. "Wednesday locked you up in here. There is no possible way for you to have shown up. Besides, you didn't do it on purpose."

Even while stuck behind bars and tangled in chains, he still only thought of you. How he had no way to contact you, let you know he was framed, nothing. His face hardens as you mention Wednesday.

"I will do anything to get you out of here, Xavier. I promise you."

You might not remember a thing about him from before the Song, but you know that it isn't him going around while killing people. Wednesday can say whatever she pleases, but you know it. You are one hundred percent sure that she is wrong.

The heavy door opens again, revealing Bernice.

"Uh, you have to get out. Sheriff Galpin is back on his way."

You only nod, your hand still connected with Xaviers as you can only blink.

"I will get you out of here," you whisper, your other hand on his cheek. "Even if it is the last thing I'll do."

A quick kiss on his hand before standing up, having to leave the boy behind in the dark once more. As you leave the cells, you see Sheriff Galpin coming in, Principal Weems, Wednesday, and Tyler with him. You raise an eyebrow as the Principal looks at you, frowning.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?"

"I uh, I visited Xavier."

She wants to say something but instead follows Sheriff Galpin and Wednesday into an office. Tyler is filling out some paperwork, standing with Bernice as she gives out another cup of water. You quickly greet him, exiting the building to make your way back to Nevermore.

You will do anything to get Xavier out of there.

Anything.

[nikimisery]

Supernatural Season 1 Episode 1: Pilot

Pairings: Dean Winchester x OC (eventual)

Tags/Warnings: Cussing

All Freya had known, her entire life was pain, in one shape or another. Physical pain, from all the days spent in the foster care system, emotional pain from the death of her parents and older brother… She carried her scars like badges of honor. She had known right from the start that she wasn’t like the other kids. Sometimes, when she got angry, her fingernails got really sharp, or sometimes, if she clenched a glass just a little too tightly, it would shatter. She could hear the conversations of her neighbors four houses down, she could smell the chocolate bar, still in the wrapper, in the pocket of her jacket downstairs, and she could see in the dark, just as well as she could see during the daylight, but she never knew why. Her parents and older brother had been killed when she was five. The only thing she still had from them was her mother’s journal. It didn’t give her a lot of information on who or what she was, but she did learn all about everything that goes bump in the night. Ghosts? Easy, salt and burn them, baby! Demons? Holy water and exorcisms. But there was one thing in her journal that didn’t make sense. The name John Winchester, a phone number, and the simple phrase that says, “Freya, find him.” So when she turned 18 and she was turned out of the foster care system, she decided to start looking for him. She wouldn’t find him until five years later, completely by accident, when she was trying to catch a few hours of sleep on a small bridge on the way out of a small town called Jericho, California.

Laying on this bridge to try and catch some sleep was, admittingly, not one of my best ideas, but maybe if I positioned myself under the railing, just right, I could, maybe, get a little shelter from the cold. However, the bolts from the old wooden planks were digging into my back and the creaking metal was so loud in my ears, it was probably going to be impossible to get any sleep. It was better than my other options though. I wasn’t going to sleep down by the river, it was too cold, not to mention the smell of absolute shit that was wafting off of the water that made my eyes sting and I wasn’t even down there by it! Couldn’t sleep in town, the cops there had already warned me off. Couldn’t have ‘vagabonds’ littering the town square, even if they were ‘easy on the eyes’ as Officer Jaffe had so nicely put it, so this was my only option. I would get a few hours of sleep, then move on to the next town. I had heard rumors of a Winchester being in the area, and I could only hope it was the one from my mom’s journal. 

I had just started to nod off when I saw the headlights, blinding me, even with my eyes closed. Sometimes the heightened senses really pissed me off. It took me a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust after the lights hit my eyes, but I saw a man coming around the front of a black 1983 Sierra. Tall, broad shoulders, salt and pepper hair… overall not bad on the eyes. 

“You okay, kid?” he asked me.

“Ummm, yeah. Just trying to lay down for a few minutes.” I said wearily. I didn’t know this guy, and while I was fairly confident that I could take him in a fight if it came down to it, I was just so tired. I just wanted to sleep and be left alone.

“Where are your parents?” 

“Dead.” I replied bluntly. 

“You got anywhere to sleep tonight out of the cold?” 

“Right here…” I said quietly. 

“What’s your name, kid?” He asked me, kindly.

“Freya.” 

“You got a last name, Freya?” 

“Do you?”

“That’s fair. If I told you my name, would you let me get you some food? Maybe a pillow?” 

“It’s possible.” I replied, again wary of this stranger. He didn’t smell off, each person had their own unique scent, I had noticed, demons smelled like rotting eggs, regardless of their host, so I knew he wasn’t one. He smelled like engine oil and freshly cut grass. It was a weird combination, but it worked for him. He reminded me of my dad a little. 

“My name is John. John Winchester.” As soon as the words left his mouth, I could feel myself freezing. This was it. This was the man I had been looking for. Holy shit, how lucky could I get?

“Winchester? I’ve been looking for you.” It was his turn to look a little wary, at that. “My mom’s journal. She wrote in there, your name and the sentence ‘find him’.” I told him.

“What is your last name kid,” He asked me.

“Ashford.” 

“Get in the truck, kid. Looks like we have a lot to talk about.” He said simply, turning on his heel and getting back in his truck. Getting up off the ground, I grabbed my backpack that I was using as a pillow, dusted myself off and walked over to the passenger side of the truck. 

“This is an ’83, right? My dad had one almost just like it, before he died.” I said to him. 

“You know cars?” he asked me

“My dad was a mechanic. I may have only had five years with him, but I remember how much he loved them. I’ve tried to teach myself as much as I can. I’d hope he would be proud of that much, at least.” I answered him honestly. 

“Your dad was a good man. I knew them both, your mom and your dad. They were good people.” 

“You knew them? Then, maybe…” I trailed off. How the hell was I going to ask this dude I just met if he knew what I was? He knew my parents, maybe he knew what they were, or he knew nothing and would think I was crazy and there would go my dinner and a warm bed. 

“Maybe, what?” he pressed.

“Nothing, it’s stupid.” 

“No, go ahead.” 

“You’ll think it’s crazy.” I said. He kind of chuckled to himself at that, shaking his head a little. 

“You’d be surprised. Try me.” Thinking about it for a few more seconds, I considered my options. At this point in my life, what did I have to lose? We had just pulled into a cheap motel parking lot and he killed the truck as he turned to me, waiting on my response. Taking a deep breath, I decided to try my luck. 

“Do you know what I am?” I asked him quietly. He regarded me for a moment, just looking over my face, while he thought about his answer. 

“Lets go inside and we can talk about this more, where it’s a little more comfortable.” He said, as he opened the door, grabbing his coat. “And warm.” He added. Nodding, I got out of the truck, grabbing my bag and following him inside. 

Stepping into the room, I realized when I looked around at the news articles covering the walls, that this dude might actually be able to help me. This looked a lot like the stuff in my moms journal, so that made me feel a lot better about being here and trusting him, just a little.

I didn’t know how long it had been since John had left me here in this motel room. After our talk, he ran out to get us something to eat. After we ate, he told me to take a shower, gave me one of his shirts and told me to get some sleep. He had talked to me about this case he was working on, a ghost who was killing men out on the old highway. But he had left a couple of days ago to talk to the husband, giving me strict instructions to stay here “until I come get you” and I haven’t seen him since. I knew it had to be at least 3 days, but I had slept a lot, seeing as how this was the first time I had gotten to sleep in an actual bed and wasn’t running for my life. I took full advantage of it, but at this point, I was drinking water out of the sink, seeing as how I ran out of the water in the bottles yesterday. 

“Where are you John?” I thought out loud to myself. “Great. Now I’m talking to myself… and I’m answering myself… Jesus Christ, I need help.” I paced for a bit, my legs were getting a bit stiff sitting on the bed the whole time. It was getting close to dark at this point. The tv was on in the background, giving me something to listen to so I didn’t go completely crazy, but there was only so much daytime tv that I could watch without going absolutely crazy. I had just settled back down on the bed, tv remote in hand, when I heard the door handle rattling. John had a key, that wasn’t the sound of someone unlocking the door with a room key, that was the sound of someone trying to pick the lock. “Fuck.” I swore to myself. I quickly shut the TV off and looked around. Under the bed might work, but it would take too long, they are almost in. Small closet by the bathroom door? Better than nothing. Fear crept into the back of my mind as I threw myself into that small closet and closed the door, just in time too, as the front door opened and I could hear two sets of footprints coming in the room. I couldn’t see much out of the crack in the door, but I could smell them. One of them smelled like opening up my favorite book, that clean scent of paper, and coffee. Weird combination, but hey, whatever works, right? The second person? He smelled like the river, covered in shit. I couldn’t get a read on his personal scent, because that was so overpowering. It was nauseating, honestly. How anyone could stand to stay like that was beyond her, but hey, who was she to judge? She didn’t even have a place to shower, she couldn’t talk much. 

“Whoa.” Coffee smell said. I could tell it was him, his voice sounded further away, and the strong smell of that river water shit was closer to the closet door. I could hear them walking around the room, then the click of the lamp by the bed. 

“I don’t think he’s been here for a couple days, at least.” Said shit smell. He did have a REALLY nice sounding voice. Gruff, deep, sexy…. I could listen to that all day, I won’t lie. 

“Salt, cats-eye shells… he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in.” Said coffee. “What have you got here?” I could hear his footsteps moving closer to the second voice. 

“Centennial Highway victims. I don’t get it. I mean, different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There’s always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?” 

They had to be talking about the case John was working on, which means they haven’t figured out what is going on. Woman in white. That’s what John had said anyways, she didn’t exactly know what it was, but he said it shouldn’t be an issue to deal with. 

“Dad figured it out.” Coffee said. Dad? John’s kids? She had seen the picture on the mirror he had out, two boys, a long time ago, on the hood of a beautiful impala. Could these be those boys? 

“What do you mean?” 

“He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She’s a woman in white.” 

“You sly dogs.” Shit smell said. “All right, so if we’re dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it.” Destroyed it? Right, salt and burned it. That would mean that a woman in white was a ghost. Okay, I can work with that. 

“She might have another weakness.” 

“Well, Dad would want to make sure. He’d dig her up. Does it say where she’s buried?” Ohhhhhh I knew that one! John had mentioned it was behind her old house! 

“No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I’d go ask her husband. If he’s still alive.” Husband. Right. Joseph Welch. He was still alive. She even remembered the address John had said he was living at now. 

“All right. Why don’t you, uh, see if you can find an address, I’m gonna go get cleaned up.” Oh thank god. She wasn’t sure she could handle that smell much longer. 

“Hey, Dean?” Said Coffee smell. Dean. The name attached to shit smell. I rolled the name around in my head a bit. Dean Winchester. I liked that name, probably a little more than I should. “What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I’m sorry.” 

“No chick-flick moments.” Said Dean. Coffee smell let out a little laugh at that, even she was shanking her head with a smile. She liked him. 

“All right. Jerk.” 

“Bitch.” 

Hearing another small laugh, then the door to the bathroom opened and closed, which stirred up some of the dust in the small closet from under the door. Oh fuck. No…. not right now… please….. I do NOT need to sneeze. I heard the water turn on in the shower, and I tried to think about strawberries, blueberries, anything to keep this stupid sneeze in. But no, this time, luck was not on her side. 

“Achoo! Dammit!” 

Fuck. I closed my eyes, holding my hand up to my mouth, fear was really pushing at the front of my brain. I’m pretty sure these are John’s boys, but fucking hell, I didn’t know them. What if they tried to kill me? John had said that I needed to be careful, hunters out there wouldn’t stop to ask questions, they would try to kill me for being different. If I got caught, he was going to be so mad at me. Just when I finally found him, finally getting the help I needed to figure myself out, he was going to leave me… 

The door jerked open a few seconds later and I couldn’t help but let out a little scream-squeak thing. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, don’t hurt me!” I said as quickly as I could. I had ducked my head and covered it with my arms. I would rather my arms take the brunt of the impacts than my head. I healed quickly, but the head always hurt the worst. 

“I’m not going to hurt you. Take a deep breath. Can you come out? Maybe we could talk? And you could tell me why you’re hiding in my dad’s motel room closet?” He said softly, adding a little chuckle at the end of his words. 

“John is your dad?” I asked him. No harm in making sure, right?

“Yeah, my name is Sam. Can you tell me your name?” He asked me. Sam Winchester, nice name. Since he’s John’s son, maybe he won’t be so angry that I am speaking to him…

“Freya. My name is Freya.” I said quietly. Past experiences have proven that I should stay quiet and unseen. Logically, I knew that I was stronger than him. I could very easily overpower him, but I couldn’t get past the fear that was still there, and I think he could tell, no matter how hard I tried to hide it. I looked up at him, noticing the shaggy hair. He was tall, really tall, his head reaching past the doorway to the closet. He was cute, with hazel eyes, long brown hair, and a big heavy jacket. 

“Would you like to come out of there, Freya? It can’t be too comfortable.” He asked me. Honestly, what’s the worst that’s going to happen? Lead pipe to the head again? Been there, done that, plus there wasn’t anything in the room that he could use that would hurt me too bad, so maybe it would be okay. But then remembering there was a second one, Dean, I glanced over at the bathroom door, thinking. Two of them might actually be able to overpower me. I don’t really know how strong I am. Is it worth the risk? “I promise I’m not going to hurt you.” Sam says. “And neither will my brother.” So he did notice my glance, my fear. Great. Not a good first impression. Fuck it. I can do this, plus, I’m not really seeing any other options. So I reached up and very slowly put my hand in his outstretched one. He smiled at me a little bit as he was helping me out of the closet, he seemed to be trying to put me at ease and the only thing I could smell coming off of him was confusion and curiosity, so maybe I’m safe. Climbing out of the closet, he led me over to the bed so I could sit down, and at that exact moment, the bathroom door opens and out comes a bunch of steam, and a shirtless Dean Winchester. Holy shit, I’m pretty sure I forgot to breathe for a second. Short, dark blonde, almost brunette hair, piercing green eyes, not quite as tall as Sam, but he was still pretty tall. At 5’5, I wasn’t exactly a basketball player, so they both easily towered over me. Broad shoulders, small scars scattered across his chest and stomach. He had a towel in his hand, running it over his short hair. A couple of drops of water he missed escaped down his neck to run down his chest and I found myself following their path with my eyes. 

“Ummm… Hi? Who are you?” He asked me, breaking me out of my stupid little day dream. “Who is she? Getting the party started a little early there, Sammy? Don’t you have a girlfriend?” He turned to Sam before I had the chance to answer. My brain was still a little foggy from the vision that was Dean Winchester, so the statement didn’t fully register at first. 

“Don’t be an ass, Dean.” He gave his brother a look. “I found her hiding in the closet.” He pointed to the door by the bathroom as he spoke. 

“Hiding… in the closet… of dad’s motel room? That’s not creepy, at all.” He says, rolling his eyes. 

“Well, if you could maybe not be a jerk for the next few minutes, I was just about to ask why.” Sam replied as he turned back to me. Next thing I know, both brothers are staring at me, but feeling the weight of their stares, I lowered my head, looking at the floor. Quiet and unseen. Quiet and unseen. I kept repeating it to myself. 

“He told me I wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone else, I’m not sure…” I trailed off. I could hear Dean sign, but it was Sam who spoke up.

“John, our dad, is missing and maybe if you could help us, tell us why you’re with him, it could help us find him.” His words caused a snort to leave my lips. Super attractive, Freya. 

“I highly doubt that, he told me he was going to ask some questions and to stay here. I only met him about two weeks ago. He said I needed to stay in the room and not talk to anyone else. He hasn’t been here in about three or four days, I think… I slept a lot, I’m sorry…” I trailed off again. This time it was Dean who spoke up. I still couldn’t make myself look up at them. 

“What’s your name?” He asked her

“Freya.” Still speaking quietly. 

“Freya,” He started. He was speaking softly, matching her tone. She loved the way his voice curled around her name. She wanted to hear him say it again. “Could you look at me?” He requested. Slowly I raised my head and the moment my eyes locked on his, it was like all the breath had been knocked out of my body. I couldn’t breathe. He even staggered back a couple of steps, his breathing becoming uneven. I felt like I had lived an entire lifetime in the few seconds I had looked into his eyes. The spell was soon broken when Sam moved the chair in the corner, catching it on the leg of the desk it was under. “Our dad is missing, he left me a voicemail, telling me that we were all in danger, and now we can’t find him. Even if you don’t think it would help us find him, maybe you could still tell us why you’re with him and maybe, we could help each other.” I couldn’t help but keep looking at his eyes, and the longer I stared, the more I could feel the tension slowly leaving my shoulders. Sighing, I realized, I didn’t really have anything to lose by telling them. If John was really missing, that meant that I was alone again. 

“I met your dad on the bridge out of town. It was dark and he was out looking for Constance.” I said, pointing at the article of said ghost. “Her husband is still alive, by the way, and she’s buried out behind her old house. Your dad mentioned it before he left.” I paused to take another deep breath before continuing. “I was trying to get some sleep, I hadn’t been there for very long when he pulled up and found me. Honestly I had been looking for him, so it was nothing short of a stroke of luck that he drove up on that bridge. He asked me what I was doing there, and why I wasn’t at home. I told him the same thing I’m about to tell you. My mom and dad both died when I was a baby, I bounced around from foster home to foster home my whole life and when I turned 18, I was turned out and left on my own, I don’t have a home. So then he asked me what my name was and when I told him, he asked me if I would like somewhere to stay out of the cold for the night.” This time, when I paused, emotions were swirling in my head, I could feel my body shuddering as I took another breath. “When he told me his name, I couldn’t believe it. My mom’s journal said I needed to find him, and I had been searching for him for five years, so imagine my surprise.” I said with a small chuckle. “He said he could help me.” 

“Help you with what?” Sam asked. Glancing between the boys, I had the fleeting thought, what if they are like the hunters John had warned me about? Would they try to kill me? I think they could see the fear on my face because Dean spoke up not long after.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, you don’t have to be scared of us.” He said. I could feel the blush hit my cheeks as soon as the nickname was out of his mouth. I had hoped that maybe he hadn’t noticed, but the smirk on his face said otherwise.

“I asked him if he could help me figure out what I was…” I heard Dean’s sharp inhale as soon as the words left my mouth, I could see his body tensing out of the corner of my eye. 

“What do you mean, what you are?” Sam asked me. Looking back and forth between the brothers again, I could feel my anxiety rising. My eyes caught Dean’s as he simply gave me a small nod to continue.

“My parents and older brother died when I was five, in a car wreck. I didn’t get the chance to really know my family, so I have had no one to walk me through whatever is going on with me. My whole life, I’ve been able to hear things I shouldn’t, smell things, see better than all of the other kids in the foster home, I’m stronger than anyone else I’ve ever met, you can cut me and in the next few minutes it will be like it was never there. Sometimes, when I get really scared, my body changes. I don’t know why. I don’t know anything about my family. He said he knew my parents…” I trailed off, desperately trying to hide the tears in my eyes. 

“What all did our dad have to say?” Dean asked me. The tension in his body seemed to have doubled.

“Well, he asked me a bunch of questions, touched me with one of his knives…” thinking for a second before I continued. “He told me a little about my parents. He said he didn’t really know my brother, but he said my parents were special, so he figured I was as well. He said he didn’t know exactly what I was, but he thought I would at least be able to help him at times.”

“What happened when he touched you with the blade?” Sam asked. She could hear Dean’s breath catch when he asked me that. 

“Nothing.” I replied. “Nothing at all happened. I’m not a werewolf, that much I know.” Looking up at the brothers, I could tell they were relaxing a little bit at my response, but Dean held his right hand out to me. Not sure what he wanted, I looked at him and raised my eyebrow at him. 

“All you have to do is shake my hand,” He said to me. He was still trying to keep his voice soft, but when I locked eyes with him again, I could see the apprehension there. So I reached out and put my hand in his. His hand dwarfed mine, but it felt nice. His calloused palm scratched against the soft skin of my wrist, sending flutters through my stomach. “It’s a pure silver ring.” He explained, turning our hands over to show me. “It’s not reacting to your skin, which tells us, you’re right, you aren’t a werewolf.” He said with a small chuckle. “That’s good news, sweetheart.” He said, causing her cheeks to heat up again. She saw Sam sitting back in the chair out of the corner of her eye, just watching the two of them with a look on his face she couldn’t quite read. 

“What questions did he ask you?” Sam cut in. 

“Well, he asked me about my appetite. How strong I was, how my body changed… we didn’t talk about a whole lot, he said he wanted to get this case finished up first, so he could focus on helping me. Then he left to get us some food, came back, we slept and then he went about trying to figure everything out.” I said with a hand gesturing around at all of the new articles and papers covering the walls. “He left to speak to a witness, told me not to open the door for anyone and not to speak to anyone that wasn’t him. I haven’t seen him since.” 

“Can you tell us the answers to those questions?” Sam probed gently.

“Yeah, okay. Food. Honestly, a bacon cheeseburger and a slice of apple pie sound heavenly right about now.” I said with a small chuckle. Apple pie was my weakness. I noticed a small smile grace Dean’s lips for a second, before it was gone and he was back to the brooding gentlemen he had been all night. “As for how strong I am, I’m not 100% sure, if I’m being honest, but I could lift the engine bay of his truck off the ground.” I said. Glancing between the brothers to gauge their reaction, all I could see was curiosity and Dean almost looked like he might be a bit impressed. “I know that when I get scared, my fingernails change. They get longer, sharper. I grow fangs, like a wolf, but we’ve already established I’m not a werewolf, so it’s all very confusing. Your dad also mentioned my eyes were glowing, but that’s it.” I could see how both brothers tensed up again when I spoke, so my next words were spoken quickly and quietly. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me. Please don’t hurt me.” I hated how scared I sounded, but there was just something in me that couldn’t help but cower. They were hunters, I knew that much from John, but I still didn’t know they weren’t going to kill me where I sat. 

“Hey, hey. Take a deep breath. We aren’t mad at you, it’s okay.” Sam said. 

“If our dad didn’t hurt you, we aren’t going to hurt you either, sweetheart. You don’t have to be scared of us.” Dean followed up.

“Promise?” I hated that the stupid small sentence Dean had just uttered to me caused more hope to flare up in my chest than I had felt in a long time. They could be lying. 

“Have you ever killed a human?” He asked me.

“No. I’ve never killed anyone or anything before.” I responded with no hesitation. I hated the thought of hurting anyone. Not like I had been hurt in the past. 

“Then there you go. No reason to hurt you. Just breathe.” Sam said. “It’s getting pretty late. Why don’t we sleep on it, we can talk more tomorrow.” 

“You’ll still be here in the morning?” I asked quietly. 

“Yeah, sweetheart. We’ll still be here.” Dean responded. Nodding, satisfied with his answer, I stood up, walked back to the closet to get the extra blanket up on the shelf and made a small spot on the floor at the end of the bed to lay down on. 

“What are you doing?” Sam asked me. 

“I’m used to sleeping on the ground. I can sleep here, you guys can take the beds.” I responded. 

“Are you sure?” Dean asked me. “You don’t have to be uncomfortable.” 

“I’m sure. It’s all I’ve known for half a decade. I’ll be okay.” I said as I moved past him to grab a pillow off the bed. “Can I use this?” 

“You don’t have to ask, there are plenty of pillows.” Dean said. He almost looked confused as to why I asked. 

“Thank you.” I said as I laid down, closing my eyes. I heard the boys shuffling around a little more before the lights went out and everyone got quiet. Breathing evened out on the beds, and I finally felt like I would be safe to sleep for a few hours.

Morning came faster than I had expected, I can’t remember the last time I slept that long when I was around other people. Dean was coming out of the bathroom, slipping his jacket on as I sat up and leaned against the wall, trying to shake the sleepiness from my body.

            “Hey, man. I’m starving, I’m gonna grab a little something to eat from that diner down the street. You two want anything?” Dean asked.

            “No.” Sam said, but he was a bit distracted, staring at his phone in his hand.

            “Aframian’s buying.” He says, lifting his hand, waving a credit card around, but Sam only shakes his head.  “Sweetheart?” he says, turning his head towards me. Damnit with that fucking nickname. I could feel my cheeks heating up again as he looked at me, waiting for my answer.

            “No thank you, I don’t want to bother you.” I said quietly. Quiet and unseen. Quiet and unseen.

            “Nonsense, everyone needs to eat!” He said with a grin on his face. “Bacon cheeseburger and apple pie, right?” He asked me. Shocked, I smiled shyly at him, ducking my head and nodding lightly. Apparently both of the brothers thought that was funny because they both laughed in response. I was surprised he remembered. “Don’t look so surprised, Freya, I listen.” He says, almost sounding a little insulted.

            “Thank you.” I smiled at him. My mom used to tell me to remember to be kind, a smile always makes the world a bit more bright. Maybe, she wasn’t so wrong. Dean nodded at her, as if saying ‘you’re welcome’ before grabbing his keys and leaving through the front door. I found myself staring at the door, not used to someone looking out for me like that, when I heard a woman’s voice. Glancing at Sam, I noticed he had his phone up to his ear, listening to a voicemail.

            “Hey, it’s me, it’s about 10:27 Saturday night –“ I zoned out for a second, listening to the sounds outside, I didn’t want to listen in to his private voicemails from, who I assumed was his girlfriend. But I could hear the sounds of Jaffe, the officer who had made me uncomfortable before, outside talking to the motel manager. “So come home soon, okay? I love you.”

            “She sounds really nice.” I said to him as soon as he shut his phone. “What’s her name?”

            “Jessica. Jess. She’s my girlfriend.” He answered with a soft smile on his face. He opened his mouth to say something else when his phone beeped again, cutting him off. He looked down at it, pressed the green button and raised it back to his ear.

            “What?” He says into the phone.

            “Dude, 5-0, take off.” She heard Dean say.

            “What about you?”

            “Uh, they kinda spotted me. Get Freya, go find dad.” Dean replied, ending the call. Sam turned to me, with a look of panic in his eye. Standing up, he slipped his phone back in his pocket as he made his way over to the window, moving the curtain to look out at what was happening. I could hear the officers talking to Dean outside and had to hold my laughter in when I heard him say his boobs were real.

“They are walking this way, Sam. I can hear them.”

            “We need to leave. There is a window in the bathroom. Let’s go. Get your bag.” He instructed me and he moved towards the bathroom door. I had just grabbed my bag when I heard him. “Shit. It’s not big enough for us to fit through.” I could hear them on the sidewalk just outside the door, so without thinking I grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him into the small closet he had caught me hiding in. The space was clearly way too small for him, let alone both of us, but he put his arm around my shoulders and stayed very still. If it weren’t for the cops walking around the room outside and the whole, holding our breath so we don’t get caught thing, it would almost feel like a hug. I could hear the officers shuffling around outside of the door. One of them quietly shuffled through some of the papers. “What the fuck?” I heard him say. “Man, let’s get out of here. This place gives me the creeps.”

            “You said you’ve got really good hearing?” Sam whispered in my ear. Instead of answering him, I just nodded. “What can you hear now?” Closing my eyes, I concentrated.

            “Three, maybe four people walking around outside. They are getting in their cars. I can hear Dean griping about the cuffs being too tight. Tires on gravel… They’re gone.” I relayed to him in real time.

            “Good. They won’t be gone for long, we need to move.” He said to me as he opened the closet door. Making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything in my haste, I looked around. My jacket was on the back of the chair and the current book I was reading was on the nightstand. I quickly gathered them up and Sam made his way over to the front door and peaked out, confirming that the coast was clear. He motioned me to follow him, then made his way out into the parking lot. Dean’s keys were still in the car door from where he was unlocking it, so Sam pulled them out and opened the door.

            “This is your car? Holy shit. 1967 Chevy Impala. She’s beautiful!” I said, forgetting the whole quiet and unseen thing for a second as I admired the black beauty in front of me.

            “It’s Dean’s. He calls it his baby.” He said as he laughed at me. “Are you petting the car?” He said between laughs as I ran my hand over her hood.

            “Hush, I’m just saying hello!” I said to him, which only made him laugh that much harder.

            “Oh, I’m definitely telling Dean. He’ll love this.”

            “You wouldn’t.” I said, slightly mortified about Dean finding out.

            “I definitely would. Now get in the damn car.” He said laughing again. “Do you remember Joseph’s address?” He asked me after he had calmed down and started the car up. Good lord the way she purred…. “Freya.” He said again.

            “Huh?”

            “I asked if you remembered where Joseph lived?” He said with a small smile on his face.

            “Oh yeah. Your dad told me the address.” I said. Embarrassed, I had been caught admiring the car again. I rattled off the address at him as I sat back in the seat. It was clear this car had been very well taken care of. The seats were a soft, black leather I couldn’t help but sink into. The scent of the leather and gunpowder was strong in the car, but I didn’t mind it. It was comforting.

            They pulled up to Mr. Welch’s house and Sam killed the engine, then turned to face me.

            “You can stay in the car if you’d like, or you can come with me. It’s your choice.” He said. My choice. He was letting me choose what I wanted to do. I thought about it for a second, and came to the conclusion that I can only learn so much about this world, my world, from a book.

            “Can I come with you? Is that okay?” I asked him tentatively. I wanted to learn, but I didn’t want to overstep.

            “Absolutely.” He smiled at me. That smile put me at ease. Made me feel like I had made the right decision.

            “Okay. Great.”

            We both climbed out of the car and shut the doors. I let him walk in front, taking the lead. I couldn’t wait to learn more about this case. I followed him to the door as he knocked on it. Not a few seconds later, it was opened by an older looking man wearing a baseball cap.

            “Hi. Are you Joseph Welch?”

“Yeah.”

            “Do you mind if we ask you a couple of questions?” Sam asked him. Closing the door behind him, Joseph stepped out of the house and started walking down the driveway. Sam pulled out the picture he had found of Dean, his dad and himself and showed it to Joseph as they walked, and asked him if he had come to see him.

           “Yeah, he was older, but that's him. He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter.”

“That's right. We're working on a story together.”

            “Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me?”

“About your wife Constance?”

“He asked me where she was buried.”

“And where is that again?”

“What, I gotta go through this twice?”

“It's fact-checking. If you don't mind.”

“In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge.”

“And why did you move?”

            “I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died.” Both men stop walking, turning to each other.

“Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?” Sam asked him.

“No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever knew.”

             “So you had a happy marriage?” I looked at Sam funny at that one. What did that have to do with anything? But I did notice Joseph’s hesitation.

“Definitely.”

            “Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time.” Sam said as he put his hand on my elbow, starting to guide me back towards the impala, but he paused for a moment, looking back at Joseph. “Mr. Welch, did you ever hear of a woman in white?” That’s what John had said he was looking for. Turning back around, Joseph responded to him.

“A what?”

            “A woman in white. Or sometimes weeping woman?” Noticing Joseph’s silence, Sam continued on, “It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really.” Taking a few steps back in Joseph’s direction, Sam kept talking. “Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women. You understand. But all share the same story.”

            “Boy, I don't care much for nonsense.” Joseph replied angrily as he turned and started to walk away from Sam.

            “See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them. And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children.” At this, Joseph stopped and turned on Sam with tears in his eyes, glaring at him. “Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him. And that man is never seen again.”

           “You think...you think that has something to do with...Constance? You smartass!” He replies. I could smell the anger coming off of him as he took a step back in our direction. It scared me, more than I would like to admit, so I took a step closer to Sam. Glancing back at me, he focused his attention back on Joseph, positioning himself between us.

“You tell me.”

            “I mean, maybe...maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here! And you don't come back!” As Joseph turned to walk away from us, I grabbed Sam’s elbow.

“Can we leave now?” I asked him quietly.

            “Yeah. Yeah, we can leave now.” He nodded to me. As we turned around to head back to the car, he set his hand on my back, guiding me. It’s strange how the smallest things can make you feel so much more comfortable with a situation. I felt so much better knowing he was there. I think he could tell how unsettled Joseph’s anger made me, but he didn’t comment on it as he opened my door for me, closing it as soon as I was settled. Climbing into the driver's seat, he put the key in the ignition and started the car up. As we pulled out of the driveway, back onto the main road, he glanced over in my direction.

           “We need a way to get Dean out of jail. Some sort of distraction so he can get out of there.” He said to me.

“I may have an idea, but it’s a bit illegal.” I said to him, ducking my head as I spoke.

“Let’s hear it.”

            “You got a gun in here?” I asked him. He pulled back his jacket to show the pistol he had tucked into his jacket. “Can I use your phone?” I asked him as I motioned for the gun and held my hand out for the gun. He eyed me warily, but decided to trust me with both the gun and the phone. Once I had the phone secured in my hand, I checked that the gun was loaded, leaned over and rolled the passenger window down, opened the phone, dialed 9-1-1 and clicked the safety off.

“9-1-1, what’s the location of your emergency?” I heard the dispatcher say.

            “Oh my god! You’ve got to help me!” I screamed into the phone “They are shooting at each other! Someone’s going to get killed! Please help me!” I continued as I held the phone closer to Sam, held the gun out of the window, pointed it towards the sky and let off a few rounds.

“Ma’am, where are you located?”

            “Out on Saddlebrook road. Please hurry!” I screamed, letting off one more shot before I closed the phone, put the safety back on and handed them both back to Sam. Silence rained for several minutes as he just kept looking back and forth between me and the road before he lost it and just started laughing so hard I thought he was going to wreck the car.

            “That was the best thing I think I have ever seen. That was amazing!” he says between laughs.

            “Thank you, Thank you.” I say as I giggle, bowing to him as well as I can in the front seat. Our laughter was cut off by his phone ringing a few minutes later.

            “Fake 9-1-1 phone call? Sammy, I don’t know, that’s pretty illegal.” Dean says when Sam answered the phone

            “It was actually Freya’s idea, she made the call, blame her.” He said with a small laugh.

            “You’re welcome!” I yell out towards the phone and I can hear Dean let out a small chuckle.

“Listen, we gotta talk.”

            “Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she’s buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad’s next stop.”

“Sammy, would you shut up for a second?”

“I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet.”

“Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho.”

“What? How do you know?”

“I've got his journal.”

“He doesn't go anywhere without that thing.”

“Yeah, well, he did this time.”

“What's it say?”

            “Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going. And a note about helping Freya.”

“Coordinates. Where to? What did the note say?”

            “I'm not sure yet. The note didn’t say much, just that she needed help and protection and he intended to do both.”

            “I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?”

            “Sam, look out!” I yelled. There, standing in the middle of the road, was Constance. He slammed on the breaks, but the car went right through her before it stopped. “I’m guessing that’s our Casper?” I asked him. He didn’t get a chance to answer me before she showed up in the backseat.

“Sam? Freya? Sam!” I could hear Dean yelling at us through the phone, but I couldn’t see it anywhere. It must have fallen on Sam's floorboard, but honestly, that was the least of my worries right now. My mom’s journal said that iron and salt can deflect ghosts, but looking around the small space of the car, I wasn’t seeing a whole lot of either.

             “Take me home.” The ghost said. When we didn’t reply, she got a bit more forceful with it. “Take me home!” She demanded.

              “No.” Sam replied. I didn’t say anything, I just kept my eyes on her. Noticing the glare on her face, I decided to speak up.

              “Hey, Sam, Casper the friendly ghost isn’t looking so friendly right now.” He didn’t answer me, but Constance decided that was the perfect time to turn her glare on me, locking the doors and pressing down on the gas pedal. “Sam, are you doing this?” I asked him as the car started to move.

               “Nope! Not me!” he replied. We both kept trying to unlock the doors, hit the brakes, anything to get the car to stop, but we weren’t having much luck in that department.

               A few minutes later, the car finally rolled to a stop in front of a run down, two story house. The sun had set, so it was dark out at this point.

“Don’t do this.” Sam said to Constance, as she flickers in the backseat.

“I can never go home.” She said, sounding sad as she looked out the window.

            “You’re scared to go home.” Realization set in, but before either of us could comment, the back of the seat slammed down and I found myself pinned in place, I couldn’t move a muscle. Panic began to creep up my throat, but I tried to force it down when I noticed that Constance was now straddling Sam’s lap, leaning down over him.

“Hold me. I’m so cold.”

“You can’t kill me. I’m not unfaithful. I’ve never been!”

            “You will be. Just hold me.” She says as she leans back down over him and kisses him. He struggled against her, trying to reach the keys, but he was having a hard time. I finally was able to move, so I sat up as quickly as I could and put the keys in his hand. Constance pulled back at that point, her face flickering into her true form for a moment, before she vanished.

“Where did she go?” I asked him

            “I don’t know.” He responded, glancing around before all of the sudden throwing himself back against the seat, yelling out in pain and pulling at his jacket. Five holes, five finger shaped holes are burned through his shirt and into his chest, right over his heart, Constance flickering back into view with her hand trying to dig its way into his chest.

            “Freya, drop!” Dean’s voice vaguely registers in my head before I land on the floorboard. Gunshots ring out and glass flies all over the seat, embedding itself in my cheek.

            “I’m taking you home.” I heard Sam say and before I had the chance to climb back into the seat, the car was flying through the side of the house. The ringing in my ears is all I can hear for a second, I must have hit my head on the dash when the car came to a stop.

“Sam! Sam! You okay?” Dean yells.

“I think…”

“Can you move?”

“Yeah. Help me?”

             I can see Dean’s hand coming through the window to help Sam, pulling him out of the car. I was finally able to crawl out of the floorboard, sitting myself down on the passenger seat, my eyes immediately finding Constance.

            “Hey, Casper, whatcha got there?” I asked her, of course she isn’t going to answer me, I think to myself as I step out of the car, eyes on her. Instead, she dropped the picture frame, backed up and sent a bureau flying at the three of us, pinning us to the side of the car. “Fuck.” I let out.

“You okay?” Dean asks me, trying to help Sam push the bureau off of us. 

             “Peachy. Pretty sure the bitchy spook just broke a couple of my ribs.” Again, my eyes are on Constance. She had started walking towards us, but she paused when the lights started to flicker. Normally, I would revel in the fact that she looked scared out of her mind, but then, that just means that something else is headed our way… great…

“You’ve come home to us, Mommy.”

            “Aww fuck. Why is it always kids? Man… kids are creepy!” I complained. Of course, the brothers just laugh at me. “Am I wrong? Even Casper looks freaked!” I said to them.

             Suddenly, the children appear behind their mom, hugging her tightly as she starts screaming, their image flickering. In a surge of energy, still screaming, Constance and the two Children melted into a puddle on the floor, and we were finally able to shove the bureau off of us. The boys walked over to where Constance and her children vanished, looking at the spot on the floor.

“So this is where she drowned her kids.” Dean says.

            Nodding, Sam replied, “That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them.”

            “You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy.” He said as he smacked Sam in the chest, right where Constance dug her fingers.

            “Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?” he said with a laugh, wincing at the sore spot on his chest.

            “Hey. Saved your ass.” he replied as he walked over to me. Taking my face in his hands, he examined my forehead. “Sweetheart, you okay?” Fucking hell with that nickname! I could literally feel the blood rushing to my face as he spoke.

“I’m okay, it will be healed in a couple of minutes” I said, smiling at him.

           “Well that’s handy…” I kept my eyes on his as the cut literally healed as he watched it, looking for any signs of danger, but all I saw on his face was fascination. Once he was satisfied my head was okay, he grabbed the edge of my shirt, lifting it slightly to check on my ribs, but upon seeing nothing, he just nodded to himself and turned back around to face Sam. “I’ll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car? I’ll kill you.”

I couldn’t help it at that point, I started laughing, Sam joining in almost immediately.

           “Yeah, yeah, okay, you two, get in the damn car. I gotta get her out of this shithole.” Dean said, shaking his head at us. 

We were driving down the road, listening to the radio as Sam had his flashlight on, John’s journal and a map sitting in his lap. I found myself bobbing my head to the song, sitting up, sitting my elbows on the front seat between the boys as I spoke up.

             “Hey, is that AC/DC?” I asked Dean. Turning down the radio, he leaned a little closer to me.

             “Hell yeah, it is!” he smirks.    

         “I love this song.” I reply with a small smile.

“Okay, here’s where Dad went.” Sam cuts in. “It’s called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.”

             Nodding, Dean responds, “Charming. How far?”

             “About 600 miles.”

             “Hey, if we shag ass, we could make it by morning.”

             “Dean, I, um…” I could feel the mood shifting in the car, so I sat back in my seat, looking at the floorboard. I didn’t want to intrude on the moment.

             “You’re not going.” Dean said. That caught my attention, I didn’t want Sam to leave. His presence was comforting.

             “The interview’s in like, 10 hours. I gotta be there.”

             “Yeah. Yeah, whatever.” Not only could I hear the disappointment in the sound of his voice, but I could smell it in the air. Dean’s scent had finally, fully hit me a little while earlier when we first got in the car. Whiskey, gunpowder, and pine trees. It was a very intoxicating scent, but to have it soured by the disappointment in the car, made me sad. “I’ll take you home.”

             “What interview?” I asked Sam, as he clicked off the flashlight, putting everything away.

             “Law School. I’m hoping for a full ride.”

             “I’m gonna be honest with you, I’m not sure what that means. Why do you need to interview for school?”

             “It’s an admissions interview. It’s how the schools gauge the fit of the potential student.”

             “That sounds…. Fancy.” I said with a bit of a laugh. “I barely finished high school.” I’m thinking he may be a bit too smart, that’s not intimidating, at all….

             “Hey, don’t feel bad, sweetheart, I got a GED.” Dean piped up. Catching his eye through the rear view mirror, he winked at me, causing me to blush even harder. The fuck is up with this guy, man? Smiling at him, I couldn’t help but duck my head again. But I caught the smirk on his face as I turned away. Laying down in the back seat, it wasn’t long before the rumble of the engine lulled me to sleep.

             “Hey, sleepyhead.” I heard as I slowly opened my eyes. Sam was leaning over the back seat, trying to get me to wake up. “This is my stop. I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.” He smiled at me. Sitting up, I looked up at him. “You gotta do me a favor and keep this one in line, yeah?” He nodded to Dean as he spoke, and I could hear him let out a little scoff at that. He turned back to his brother before he spoke again. “Call me if you find him?” Dean just nodded to him as he climbed out of the car, leaning down to the widow. “And maybe I can meet up with you two later, huh?”          

   “Yeah, all right.” Was Dean’s response, but he still wouldn’t look at him. Sam patted the door twice, looked at me one more then, then turned and started walking away. “Sam?” Dean called after him, leaning towards the passenger door, one arm going over the back of the seat. “You know, we made a hell of a team back there.”

“Yeah.”

             Nodding his head one more time, Dean put the car in gear and drove out of the parking lot, leaving Sam behind.

             “You want to ride up here with me?”

             “Umm, yeah. Sure, okay.” I smiled at him as I climbed over the seat, settling in the passenger seat. “Thank you. For taking me with you. You didn’t have to, you don’t have to keep helping me. I don’t want to impose or cause any issues.” I said quietly to him.

             “What are you talking about? You’ve already ‘pet’ my car, it would be rude to leave her now!” he said, teasing me.

             “He didn’t…”

             “He did! Even mentioned you were ‘saying hello’” He says with a laugh. I couldn’t help the blood rushing to my face, so I put my hand over my cheeks, covering myself up. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart! It’s cute! She is a pretty car!” He laughs again

             “I can’t with you!” I laughed back, finally uncovering my face to look at him, but I noticed his watch had stopped working.

             “What?” he asked me, catching me staring at his wrist.

             “Oh I’m sorry, your watch battery is dead.”

             “What do you mean?”

             “Your watch, it stopped. The battery died, I guess.” I said, poking his watch a couple of times to make my point. He pulls it back to his face so he can look at it, but instead of brushing it off, like I expected him to, his face turns hard. “What’s wrong?” I asked him

             “Hold on.” Was all he said as he flipped the car around, pushing on the gas and rushing back towards Sam’s apartment.

             As he pulled up, he slammed the car into park and yelled at me, not even bothering to close his door after he got out, rushing towards the apartment building. “Stay in the car. No matter what happens, don’t come out until you see me, do you understand?” Nodding at him, I move to close his door. “Words, sweetheart.” He speaks again, impatience coloring his tone.

             “Yes, of course. Go. Be careful.” I barely got the words out before he disappeared into the building. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before he appears again, this time dragging Sam along with him, but he’s struggling against Dean, fighting to get back into the building.

             “Freya, a little help?” Dean called out to me, having a hard time keeping Sam back. Just as I got the door open, flames burst out of the windows of the building.

             “Holy fuck…” I muttered to myself.

             “Freya!” Dean’s voice broke me out of my daze as I rushed over to help him. Grabbing Sam by the shoulders, I noticed the tears streaming down his face. I backed him up against the car and hugged him. I wouldn’t let him go no matter how hard he fought me. I could feel his body shaking as he started to sob into my shoulder. Fire trucks fill the parking lot, one after the other, fighting to get the flames under control. Listening to Dean answering the questions for Sam, I started to piece together what had happened. Sam found Jess, pinned to the ceiling, stomach cut open, flames bursting out of her. The more I hear, the more I can’t help but just hug him tighter. He just lost the love of his life. I can see Dean glancing over at us every now and then, but all I could focus on was Sam.

             After he finished up with the questions, Dean made his way back over to us, a silent question in his eyes when he looked at me, but all I could do was shake my head. Sam had finally stopped shaking, but I could still feel the tears. When he caught sight of his brother, though, he sat up, wiped his tears away and made his way to the trunk.

             “We’ve got work to do.” 

Picture of Freya

[thecoddaughter]

Pearl, Gem, & Lizzie as The History of Man by Maisie Peters

Tale as old as honey

Pearl being created, surrounded by watchers

A moment everybody knows

The moment turning into the stainglass style of big moments 

Yeah, I'm sure there was heartbreak

Each of the victors standing in front of their glass

Inside the walls of Jericho

Zooms out to see the exterior of the Hall of Memories floating in the Void 

I couldn't believe it

Younger Pearl floating through the Void, staring down an elder Watcher

How you could just stop wanting me?

Being exiled to Evo

You burnt down Easter Island

Evo building up to the entering the End together

As if it wasn't sacred, as if it wasn't sacred to me

Being forced to fight the Dragon alone, floating in the Void alone

I've seen it, in the poems and the sands

Exiting the End, with the Watcher’s reading out how Grian joined them again, landing on an isolated beach

I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans

Her finding her way back to the Void and convincing them to send her somewhere

I tried to rewrite it but I can't

Sitting in her tower, aware Grain had infiltrated the Empires Realm risking it all 

It's the history, the history of man

A portal opening and her getting access to the Hermit Realm

She stays up, he's sleeping like a lamb

Pearl working hard to figure things out, Sausage asleep nearby

She begs him, he says he doesn't understand

Pearl’s “death” in the Empires Realm and King Sasuage’s death 

She loves him, more than anyone ever has in the history, the history of man

Saint Pearlo being founded 

It's the history of man (yep)

Sausage of Santuary dedicating his life to Saint Pearlo

You didn't even falter

Gem looking at Fwhip after he destroyed the Empires Realm

Didn't look back once, did you?

Escaping with him, only to take a portal one day and not return herself

So Samson blamed Delilah, but given half the chance I

Gem watching all the Hermits having these strange pre-determined friendships no one can’t even explain

I would have made him weaker too

Her looking at Pearl and feeling that unexplainable friendship 

Sirens sounded, trumpets blaring

GeminiSlay being titled, fight scenes and whatnot

You walked out oh, without sweating

Spinning around Gem altering forms, unknowingly teleporting most nights

I've seen it, in the poems and the sands

Gem landing in Secret Life feeling something off

I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans

Gem unknowingly picking a former victor and a runner-up place for her team

I tried to rewrite it but I can't

Her staring confused at her gibberish spellbook next to her secret book

It's the history, the history of man

She fiddles with the Watcher charm Pearl gave her while staring at the secret keeper

She stays up, he's sleeping like a lamb

Gem staying over at Etho’s, questioning why something feels wrong about him being her brother

She begs him, he says he doesn't understand

She her charm symbol scratched into Scar’s floor and asks but he won’t tell 

She loves him more than anyone ever has in the history (history)

Images flickering between Fwhip and Etho

The history of man

Gem lingering in portals longer than safe

He stole her youth and promised heaven

Pearl fighting with the Watchers 

The men start wars yet Troy hates Helen

Grian get punished with being in charge of the Death Games, but still Pearl gets the short end of the stick

Women's hearts are lethal weapons

Gem going through the effects of the Boogieman Curse

Did you hold mine and feel threatened?

Her kneeling bloody in front of Pearl 

Hear my lyrics, taste my venom

Gem floating through the void and losing her memory again

You are still my great obsession

Gem finding Pearl and staying close to her

I've seen it, in the poems and the sands

Lizzie washing up on the beach in Empires Realm as the Ocean Queen

I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans

Lizzie falling through the Void after dying, meeting the watchers

I tried to rewrite it but I can't

Flashes of Jimmy dying soon after

It's the history (history), the history of man

Lizzie trying to hold onto her memories as they flash before her

I stay up, you're sleeping like a lamb

Lizzie waking up in SOS Realm [there may not be lore, but there is always lore]

I beg you and you don't understand

She tries to explain it to Joel but his memories are too blocked

I hold on, I try to hold your hand

Them holding hands but Joel looking distant

I save you a seat, and then you say you wanna stand

She watches him as he mindlessly portal jumps

So you'll lose me, the best you'll ever have

Lizzie sitting alone on SOS Realm

It's the history, the history of man

Flashes to Pearl and Gem feeling like they are missing someone

[tiny-puppy-dog]

Yk what? I like you *regresses your avantris*

Torbek:

-Very shy when regressed, tends to keep to himself out of anxiety

-When he is being watched he's very cuddly, always snuggling and babbling softly

-Regresses 7-2 years old, all depends on his mood

-Frost and Gricko are main caretakers, Gricko more so bit Frost helps with more serious stuff

-has a sewn teddy bear that he carries everywhere him, their name is stitches

-shy around Kremy and Gideon, continues to call Kremy "mr Kremy"

-Tries to make himself look smaller when cuddling

-Loves Gricko's jokes and games

-Loves when Frost reads to him

Skrimm:

-Regresses 6-2 years old

-Taishen will sometimes regress with him

-Loves to cuddle and be near someone at all times, velcro baby

-Very jittery and fidgety, has to have something to bite because of this

-Liked to climb and hide in certain places, loves small places

-Has a stuffed animal that Taishen had (horribly) sewn together, loves it endlessly

-Likes to hang onto Barnabos and Jornir's backs a lot, has a makeshift sling because of this

-Likes to play with Queenie's hair, his favorite thing to do is braid it

-Has a bunch of wooden toys and blocks that were gifted to him

Jericho:

-Very quiet when regressed, hums songs to himself

-Likes to be near Lethica a lot, she makes him feel safe

-Very prone to nightmares and night terrors, can't sleep alone

-Doesn't own a stuffed animal but does own a blanket he can't sleep without

-Likes to be outside when regressed, likes the feel of the air

-Likes to be near Briggsy, Briggsy doesn't understand and tends to mess up a lot but he tries

-Marius also doesn't understand but he certainly tries

-A very sweet baby, regresses to about 4 usually

Grumley(With a hint of Booker):

-Peggy surprisingly knows how to handle little Grumley, she claims to have experience

-Regresses to about 3-5 usually

-Booker doesn't understand how to help him or take care of him and ends up regressing himself

-Peggy watches over them both

-Bitsy isn't allowed near them, she will make them cry

-Hazel doesn't fully understand how to help but likes to play games with him

-Loves cuddle piles with everyone, makes him happy

-His favorite name is little pup, makes him feel small

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Note: Hi welcome to my Wednesday Addams Masterlist! All fics are for 18+ reader. These are hurt/comfort or sicfics with some fluff and maybe some angst. All fics are for Sick / injured Fem!reader (expect series which have it but not the whole time) there is no smut in any of this they are just sicfics and series. Enjoy :)

TITLE || TYPE OF FIC* || NO.K WORDS || RELATIONSHIP / TYPE OF FIC* || ROLE / TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP || PROGRESS

* A = angst || F = Fluff || SF = Sic Fic || W = Whump || PF = Period Fic || VW = Vomit Warning || AR = Agere

* REQUST || SICTEMBER || PROMPT

SERIES

SCARS AND SECRETS

|| F / W / A? / SF || 0.0K WORDS || WEEMS x THORNHILL x R || STUDENT PLATONIC R || WIP

|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 …

After a day gone wrong in the middle of a heatwave your secret, which is still very new to you as well, is shared with your principle and teacher who promise to help you. After you start on the road to discovering and learning more about yourself and this new secret life becomes much more interesting. Old secrets are discovered and your past gets a little more clear.

ONESHOTS

PRINCIPLE WEEMS x READER

Desperate to Decompress || F / W / SF / A? || 2.6K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader needs some time for herself to gather her thoughts and hides herself away. When Ms Thornhill notices your absence she reports to Weems, who goes to investigate.

Nightmares and Nosebleeds || F / W / SF || 3.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader has been having trouble sleeping and weems helps you get some much-needed rest.

Sickness and Sprains (+ asthma) || F / W / SF || 3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader is sick and it triggers her asthma badly which leads to getting injuried as well. Weems helps you out.

Nosebleed || F / W / SF || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets a nosebleed in class and make a run for it.

Good Intentions || F / W / SF / VW || 1.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader usually always stays behind from Jericho so when weems finally notices she insists and drives you herself. However, you get bad motion sickness but felt too embarrassed to say something.

Nurse Weems || F / W / SF / VW || 1.3K WORDS || TEACHER PLATONIC R

Reader is a teacher and gets sick, but you can only hide it from students and staff for so long. What happens when Wednesday catches you and calls in Principle Weems?

Stuck storming || F / W / SF || 3.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets sick after being trapped in Burlington due to a storm and flooding. Luckily Weems is with her.

Stuck storming part 2 || F / W / SF || 1.7K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader and Weems are still waiting for the flooding to go down. In the mean time your still sick and kind of bored.

Sickness and spiders || F / W / SF / VW || 1.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Readers gets in trouble for something she didn’t fully understand, the whole time she’s feeling sick as and Weems is yet too notice.

Schedules and sicknesses || F / W / SF || 2.1K WORDS || TEACHER PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader can’t miss this meeting. But Weems notices your sick… what happens now?

A Little Sick || F / W / SF / AR || 1.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets sick and regresses alone in her dorm.

A home in your heart || F / W / SF || 1.8K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets sick and yoko goes to fetch you some help.

Chronic pain in my butt || F / W / SF || 1.0K WORDS || STUDENT DAUGHTER R || REQUEST

Reader has chronic pain, and her mother is there for her.

MS THORNHILL X READER

Exam Season || F / W / SF / A? || 1.6K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader has been in some pain and finally finds a solution.

Attack of the pot plants || F / W / SF || 2.1K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader hides an injury and it turns out badly for you. Luckily Ms Thornhill cares for you.

Attack of the pot plants PT 2 || F / W / SF || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader needs some TLC and Thornhill finds out what you did.

PRINCIPLE WEEMS x MS THORNHILL x READER

Sick day in the dorms || F / W / SF/ VW || 1.8K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader doesn’t show up for class so Weems and Thornhill grow concerned. What happens when your too sick to let them into your dorm?

The Sickness Excuse || F / W / SF/ VW || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader has used the “sick” excuse one too many times, what happens now she’s actually sick and can’t leave class?

The Sickness Excuse Part 2 || F / W / SF || 1.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader has been resting after being brought back to the principal's office, Weems and Thornhill want to know more and make sure you're ok.

Shes a Sleepy Softie || F / W / SF || 3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Readers been having some trouble sleeping, what happens when you do?

Exhausting Excursions || F / W / A / SF / VW || 3.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader gets sick on an excursion and Weems is concerned.

Ms Sniffles || F / W / A / SF || 2.5K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader is an alleged troublemaker who had been on Weems nerves all week, but now you're sick and Weems is feeling guilty.

Safe and Warm || F / W / A || 1.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets bullied and ends up somewhere she really doesn’t want to be. Small spaces always made her scared. But now she’s locked in.

Passing (out) in Botany class || F / W / SF / VW || 1.5K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader passes out in class and manages to get a nice concussion.

Studying sickness || F / W / SF || 1.7K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader passes out from studying for too long. Principal Weems and Ms Thornhill look after you.

The Addams Allergy || F / W / SF / A || 1.7K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader's allergy is a thing of myth, and someone decides to do some myth-busting. This won't end well for anyone.

The Black Towel || F / W / PF || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader ends up in the principals office … but you didn’t do anything wrong. Well, nothing that deserved being here at least.

Exam Anxiety Sickness || F / W / VW / SF || 1.4K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader worries about her exam to a point of sickness

A Little Sick Part 2 || F / W / SF / AR || 1.2K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader gets some cuddles and a nap as well as seeing some new faces.

Texts from the ex || F / W / SF || 1.1K WORDS || TEACHER R

Reader is a fairly new teacher, and you have a panic attack at school luckily not in class.

First Visions || F / W / SF / VW? || 1.9K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R

Reader has her first vision and ends up injured and in need of help.

First Visions Pt. 2 || F / W / SF / VW || 2.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader is taken care of after part one.

Tonsil troubles || F / W / SF || 1.9K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader has been ignoring their body, Weems and Thornhill intervene.

Tonsil troubles Pt. 2 || F / W / SF || 1.3K WORDS || STUDENT PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader is looked after following her surgery in part one.

Momma Bear || F / W / SF || 1.9K WORDS || TEACHER PLATONIC R || REQUEST

Reader is struggling with some pains and exhaustion while trying to find her feet at a new job. It's your scary boss that seems to be your saviour.

ENID x READER

Coming soon!

WEDNESDAY x READER

Coming soon!

WENCLAIR X READER

Coming soon!

OTHER

Motion Sickness Secrets || F / SF / W / VW || 1.8K WORDS || WEEMS X WEDNESDAY || PLATONIC

Wednesday faces the consequences of keeping secrets.

Inconvenient hours of overtime || F / W / PF || 1.7K WORDS || WEEMS X WEDNESDAY || PLATONIC

Wednesday finds herself in a stick situation and ends up tying weems into it.

The baby monitor || F / W / SF / A || 1.9K WORDS || WEEMS X WEDNESDAY || PLATONIC

Wednesday hasn’t been looking after herself

[maryannecrimsworth]

Version 1 of the sequel of Only Silence(without you), honestly super duper excited, THE SONG FOR THIS IS "Billie Eilish - Happier than Ever". Ive already talked about it in the reblog of OSWY but ill be putting it in summarized form instead of ramble form.

Wednesday x Singer!Reader

After that last concert in Jericho, you and your crew left without any problems and you started your preparation to move on from Wednesday with putting away that Crystal ball that the Addams Family gifted to you to be in contact with Wednesday, you touch the Crystal ball and reminisce all those talks between you two, you let out a breath that you didnt know you were holding and decided on contacting them to inform them of the break up between you two, anxiety and paranoia would strike you. You think that they will not take it well, you think they will hunt you for breaking up with Wednesday. You take a deep breath and took that leap of faith and called them and informed them of your situation (you decide their reaction, would they be understanding or will they cut you off from their lives), and you also inform them of you putting away the crystal ball and that if they need you, just give you a letter or text.

The fact that the concert was the last one of your tour, you were afraid that with nothing much to do, your head might get filled with thoughts of her, but surprisingly you were a lil inspired so you write and write, compose and compose until you are satisfied. You gave yourself a pat on the back, you have outdone yourself as you knew your song is gonna go big but your grin becomes a melancholic smile. You look up at the ceiling and clench ur fists while letting out a stuttering breath and you lay down and sleep for the night hoping that the night will wash your feelings away.

The next morning you ask your manager if you could do a live stream Q&A cuz you always liked to do fan interactions. After a few days of pleading, Your manager gave in and you gave a cheer also telling them ur inviting a famous friend. Past forward a week later, everything was prepared and all set up, you and ur friend are side by side answering questions about ur tour and life etc etc. By the end of the stream, you sneakily said that you have a song cooked up and grabbed ur instrument and started singing the song.

(NOW ITS UP TO YOU AUTHOR FOR THIS TO END CUZ LEGIT ive run out of things to type for this and do please have fun -love, Tundra)

After listening very carefully to all the songs you suggested, I chose one --- and this version practically wrote itself. I hope you like this pure sadness

Sequel(1) of Only Silence(Without You) / Sequel (2)

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Singer! Gn! Reader

Warning: Memories; heart-break; moving on; sad end; reader pranks the local church(no offense directed at any religion, it's just the reader's background)

Author's note: This is the Version 1(aka angsty end). There will be an Version 2(aka hurt and comfort) soon

I am alone(In The Stars)

Reason.

That was what Wednesday kept looking for: reason. 

For what reason did she remain quiet? For what reason did she ignore your letters, your calls? For what reason did she choose Tyler, for what reason did she kiss him, knowing his lips would never taste like yours? Why did she ruin you, you two — her everything. 

The person who never cheated, lied, or used her — you were always there for her, no matter what; bad or good, criminal or legal, and now you weren’t. 

You were not by her side, and you would never be again. You were her partner, a part of her life — a part of her, and now you are missing. 

Now you are gone, far away and her day feels empty. She sits on the last seat of the empty church, and her body shivers as her mind remembers you. She itches, scratches, trembles like she’s sick, like something has been violently ripped from her — like a phantom limb lingering, hurting, aching, screaming and bawling in despair, even though it is not really there. And this is what hurts: its absence, your absence. You are missing. She misses you. 

And the church's quiet inside just made her notice how empty she felt without you. 

Sunday mornings were your favorite

I used to meet you down on Woods Creek Road

It was almost comical how you behaved. Every single week, every single Sunday, you would sneak into the church — under the priest’s nose, to your aunt’s disgrain — and watch the saints and symbols as if they were real deities. As if your father could be among them, singing with the choir, listening to the sermon, watching and praying like you were. Then someone would yawn, a teen would scoff, an old man would curse and you were shattered. The deities disappeared, being placed with pale, old statues, as you stood up and laughed. You laughed loudly, scornfully, wickedly and the whole church would look at you. The priest would grasp your arm as you shoot questions at him, your aunt would slap you in the face and take you out of the temple. It was your theater, your show, your little spectacle to make all the believers shiver and tremble in their feet. To make them regret rejecting you and your father — to make them remember what you have done on your first day in the city. On the day you first met her. 

Your posture was as straight and confident as always: you were not older than 10, but you lifted your chin and watched the people in the funeral as if they were plebs, farseers, as if they were worms. Worms crawling up to your father’s corpse, on display in the middle of the pulpit — you despised them, you despised their hypocrisy, you despised how they pretended to care after kicking your father out of town. After expelling a man in need, a man with a newborn — you — and acting as if they were right, as if they had the right to do it. 

No deity would allow this, no deity would accept believers this dissembling — no deity would allow its followers to sin like this in complete silence. 

So you broke the silence — you interrupted your aunt's speech of empty, lying words — you made the statues sing and sob while the believers turned pale. The symbols and faces you always look at sang in a motionless choir — the Saints spoke and rebuked their bad testimonies, Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus scolded all the relatives you have never talked to. Your family trembled and cried, begging the heavens to stop, begging for forgiveness, promising they would be better — the priest was in despair, and screams took over the church until your laughter arose. Sitting next to Wednesday, hidden by her side, watching the chaos with her, you were witnessing your own show from outside, feeling pleasure for the despair of your family. 

And before she could notice, Wednesday was laughing too. Your aunt got you before you could talk to her — but you saw her. You heard her low laugh and turned your head in an abrupt motion, and you saw her. You smiled at her while you were being dragged out of the church.

You did your hair up like you were famous

Even though it's only church where we were goin'

That was where she met you. That was where she always met you — at church, on the Sunday morning, and she would watch your show, your display of anger and revolt, and she would smirk back at you as you were being kicked out of the temple once again. In the beginning, you were testing her — you wanted to know if she was truly enjoying your spectacle. She was — and that’s why you kept doing it. 

At church, then at her house; after a few months meeting at the temple, changing nothing but a few glances, you followed her home — to the haunted mansion of the city — and waited for the dusk. When the silence came and the fog arose among the gravestones of the Addams' yard, you started to sing. Your voice sounded like thunder at first, shaking the whole building with a supernatural power. 

“Hello darkness, my old friend!” The singing resounded inside her room, and Wednesday jumped from her seat immediately — her eyes wandered fastly around the place, looking for the source of the song. “I've come to talk with you again.” 

She opened her window and saw you standing in the middle of the garden. 

You were smiling at her. 

You will never sing to her again.

Now, Sunday mornings, I just sleep in

It's like I buried my faith with you

She was the only one in the church now. The funeral was over — the dead had already been buried, the priest had already spoken, the widow had already cried. The sky and nature were mourning — the whole city was quiet, grieving, reminiscing. Ever since you left, silence has taken over everything. Wednesday used to enjoy it, but now it tortured her — now, while the outside was quiet and still, her mind was disrupted by you; by your singings, by your voice, by your serenades and by your letters. By every single part of you she had lost. 

I'm screamin' at a God, I don't know if I believe in

'Cause I don't know what else I can do

‘Ma noirceur’. It was how you signed all your letters: to Ma noirceur. My darkness; that was how you used to call her when you were alone. In front of other people, you called her Nessie, because she was as ‘mysterious and scary’ as the Loch Ness monster — and because it fitted her. An unknown monster, hiding in the depths of water, powerful and lonely, unreachable for the cowards and ordinary — just like her: you saw how Wednesday behaved, how her blank expression was nothing but a barrer, and you smiled at it. “Lucky me” you used to say “that I’m quirky and bold!” 

“You mean dumb and reckless.” She used to argue back. Then you used to laugh and kiss her. 

Used to.

Just like you used to leave messages in the crystal ball she was now holding. 

“My parents have no say in the matter.” Wednesday said to Thing after watching him gesticulate. “Neither do you.” She shoved him out of the bench; he fell to the ground and signed angrily to her. “Leave me alone.” She ordered, without lowering her gaze to him — without letting her watery eyes be seen. 

The air in the graveyard behind the church was even heavier than before; the oxygen was thick, cold, a warning of the coming storm. The heavens were about to cry, to tear up, to paint the whole city with their melancholy and grieve — and still, they were silent. The clouds moved fastly in the sky, but there was not a sound in the air: no wind blowing, no rain dropping, no branch cracking. There was only Wednesday and you, inside her mind. 

I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone

I don't wanna say goodbye, 'cause this one means forever

In days like this, sad, cloudy Sundays, you would take her home after church, and stay: you would smile and make her parents laugh with your awful jokes; you would teach Pugsley some of your worst prank; you would arm-wrestle Thing, and lose every time; you would nag Lurch until he played the piano while you sang for all of them; you would woke up all the spirits of the cemetery with your voice and all the Addams would watch your performance; then you would say good night, and leave the house for a few minutes. The rain would fall, the grass would turn to mud and Wednesday would look out of her window. And she would see you there, sitting under a dry tree, waiting for her.

“You will die under this rain.” She said, stepping slowly closer to you. 

“I will only die in your arms, Ma noirceur.” You reached her, and she moved like she had done so many times before: she sat by your side as your arms enfolded her tightly. “That’s better.” You whispered in her ear, your hot breath reaching her face as she turned to look at you. The water falling down on both of you froze your bodies, you were cold, trembling, soaked, and yet, somehow, your voice made her core burn; her face flamed while you smiled at her. But you were kind — you never stared at her for too long, you never laughed or talked about her blushed cheeks, you never asked her to hug you back; you simply held her as the sky collapsed above you. 

You flinched every time a lighting shone on the heavens, and your hands loosened around her ever so slightly. 

She never knew — and she would never know — if you did it on purpose. If moving away after embracing her so kindly was some kind of intentional torture. Because, for her, it was: her skin shivered as you distanced yourself, and she grasped you closer in a reflex. In an urge. In a need she would only show to you — only then, under the rain, when the sounds of the thunders and whispers of the winds sounded like the most beautiful choir around you. When, under her touch, you were hers, and hers alone; When you smiled while her lips found yours.

While her world spinned at the perfect pace, even though her heart was beating like never before. 

You tasted cold, soaked yet sweet; natural, like dew, and her head got light once you moved slightly away.

“I love you, Wednesday Addams.” You spoke between laughs before kissing her again. 

You were completely different from Tyler. 

Tyler’s lips were warm, bitter, almost dry. His kiss made her stomach churn as yours torched her whole skin. He opened her eyes while you could keep her in the dark forever. 

Now she missed it: she missed the darkness, she missed the rain, she missed you.

The storm wasn’t the same without you. The silence reigned without you by her side. It was torture, of the worst kind. 

Then she asked herself again: for what reason?

For what reason did she make you go forever?

Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far

Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

“The dead will miss you, my dearest.” Morticia sounded sad. It was disturbing to hear such a sweet, calm voice speaking like this. Like you were dead. You felt like you were — and now, you were indeed dead for the Addams. No matter how much you loved Gomez, Morticia and Pugsley, you couldn’t handle seeing them. You couldn’t bear talking and laughing with them while every single thing made you remember Wednesday — made you remember the boy she kissed while ignoring your letters. Made you remember her betrayal. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to meet one last time?” Meet her. Gomez was still hoping for a reconciliation between you two. “You can always come here, you know that, mi cariño.” 

“I know, sir, and I appreciate it.” Gomez frowned as you spoke. You haven't called him "sir" in years. “But I don’t think Wednesday would like it.” You tried to smile, but failed. Tears were about to fall from your eyes again. “I’m really sorry but I think…I think it’s really over.” You whispered. “Please send Pugsley my goodbye.”

You lost Wednesday. Now you lost your family too. 

“We will, Y/N.”

“Adíos.”

Oh, it hurts so hard

For a million different reasons

You took the best of my heart

And left the rest in pieces

“Come on, Y/N!” Your friend held your feet and dragged you across the bedroom floor. “We didn't make your manager go through hell to back off now!”

“I hate you!” You grunted from the ground, your voice muffled by your hands. “Let me suffer.” You whined. “This is what makes a good artist!”

“Exactly! Turn this into something!” 

You took your hands off your face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean ‘stop crying and get yourself together!’” She grabbed you by your shoulders and made you sit up. “Let’s answer the questions from the fans and then you can play your new song.” Your friend held your face, forcing you to look at her. “Please.” She pleaded. “I haven’t heard your voice in days.”

“I don’t have a new song.” You mumbled.

“You do. I know you do!” She bit her lips, shaking her head in order to not shake you. “Get. Up.”

A week. You were in your bedroom for a week now and you wrote like never before. You have already done most of your new album. There was only one song missing — the song you have been mulling inside your head over and over again, incapable of singing it. You remained in silence for days because you could not force yourself to sing it — you could not say goodbye for her, not yet. 

But you had to. 

“HELL YES!” Your friend cheered as you stood up. “I’ll grab your guitar!”

I'm still holdin' on

Holdin' on, holdin' on

Your phone vibrated inside your coat’s pocket. You saw the screen and frowned immediately: an unknown number.

The call was answered and you held the phone to your ear.

“Hi, Y/N.”

Wednesday. 

“I…I have to…” 

You closed your eyes — a tear ran down your cheek as your breath faltered. Your whole body trembled as you struggled to remain in silence. 

“Y/N?”  You put the cell phone away. “Are you there?”

You ended the call.

I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone

I don't wanna say goodbye 'cause this one means forever

Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far

Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

Wednesday continued to sit alone, watching the rain fall over the cemetery while your friend returned with the camera and your guitar. She stayed silent as questions and likes popped up

on your cell phone screen. The rain mingled with her tears as your eyes finally dried. 

It was over. It was over.

The last question from your fans finally made you accept it. 

“Any new song?” Your friend read the question on the screen. You were already holding your guitar by the time she turned around to smile at you. “What is your answer, Y/N L/N?”

You started to sing. 

It was your goodbye.

Oh, it hurts so hard

For a million different reasons

You took the best of my heart

Left the rest in pieces

@tundra1029 @unknownvibesve @carolcunha7 @myfturn

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Come back to bed darling |fluff

*Authors note~ wanted to try my hand at some pure fluff. It's currently half 3 in the morning when I’m writing this so if there's any grammar mistakes I apologise. This is from when i had only been writing a few days so please let me know any feedback so I can improve.*

Prompt~ person a wakes up to find person b not in bed and finds them in the kitchen nursing a drink. "Come back to bed darling" fluff ensured. I hope I can do this justice for you.

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It had been an exhausting day at Nevermore. Wednesday was stubbornly set on discovering what was occurring in the town of Jericho and was not above breaking the rules to find the answers. You're heart broke for your lover as she came back to your shared quarters in an absolute state of exhaustion after dealing with yet another of Wednesday's theory's. You had to admit she was a clever young lady but still seeing your love this exhausted shattered your heart. Knowing that the tall beauty was neglecting her basic needs such as sleep is what led you to this moment of being able to wrap your delicate arms around the stunning principle. Gently pulling her flush to your body you both drifted into a peaceful slumber.

It was the lack of warmth on your right side that woke you. Now there's some cruel things in the world but the panic of waking up at 3:30 in the morning and not seeing your lover in her rightful place? That was the cruelest of them all. Blinking back the haze of the sleep you had previously enjoyed you give a quick glance around the room just hoping in your exhausted state you had missed sight of your lover. Your heart shattered when you had found no signs of her. Immediately you grabbed your robe and set off to find the women who had your heart in hopes to coax her back into the bed you shared. After eliminating the bedroom and the bathroom you made your way to the kitchen. The carpet muffled the sounds of your steps so it was no shock to you when you spotted Larissa completely oblivious by your arrival.

Your lover stood in her robe, seemingly transfixed by the trees outside the window swaying in the wind. You were quick to notice a glass of untouched water was sat on the counter top seemingly forgotten about. It wasn't hard to come to the conclusion that Larissa must have woken during the night and come out for some water but must have been distracted by her own thoughts which led you to the current situation.

As of you were a hunter stalking prey you made your way over to the stunningly gorgeous women who still didn't seem to know of your presence now joining her. Ever so carefully as not to spook the taller women you slipped your hands around the beautiful curves, effectively pulling her flush to your front. You rested your chin on her shoulder, hardly reaching even on tiptoes. It was times like these that your cursed your height.

It was this action that elicited a gasp from the older women before a smile settled across her face as she lent back into you. In the semi lit kitchen you stood holding her in your arms and you knew this was all you ever wanted. Larissa was all you ever wanted, dreamed of and needed in your life. She is absolutely perfect for you. The missing piece to your puzzle. Moments like these reminded you that you'd die to save her, that you'd do anything to make her smile and you'd protect her at all costs. Nothing means

more than she does.

The body in front of you shivered ever so slightly but you felt it. Only then did you realise she must be freezing. God knows how long she was stood out here alone. The thought made your heart clench. You never wanted Larissa to feel alone. Hell you would stay up all night just to make sure she was okay. You couldn't resist pressing feather light kisses to the exposed skin of her neck, trailing up to her ear where you mumbled "come back to bed darling." Sleep had caused a thickness to your voice which caused another shiver from the women in your arms. Without waiting for a reply you slowly ghosted your hands down her sides found your way to her hands. Interlocking them with a smile tugging at your lips you gently lead Larissa back to your room.

Settling into bed you gently pulled Larissa to face you. She looks so gorgeous in the pale moonlight that you can't help but pepper kisses all over her face neck and exposed shoulders. "Gods Larissa, your absolutely beautiful. I can't believe your mine." A content sigh escaped your lips when the other women's response was to shuffle closer laying her head in the crook of your neck and leaving a light lingering kiss there. Daft fingers found their way through her silvery curls that only you had the privilege to see and with a gently kiss to the crown of her head hands running up and down her spine, you whispered into the night "sleep baby, im right here."

It wasn't long before the soft breathes were tickling the little hairs on your neck, signalling to you that your companion had entered a slumber. Ever so carefully as not to wake her you shifted to get slightly more comfortable, you may not know what had woken Larissa yet and you made the mental note to ask her tomorrow but for now you wanted to enjoy the moment. Sleep overtook you once more as a slightly mumbled "good night Larissa" left your lips.

Word count~ 963

[blondelover2772]

The Book

CHAPTER 3

Larissa Weems x (adult) Wednesday Addams

WARNINGS: angst, drama, romance, comfort, fluff, Christmas, age difference, adult Wednesday, lonely Larissa, sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, sexual inexperience, love, cat and happy ending :)

WORD COUNT: 20,000+

about conscience, about forgiveness and about love

The last chapter with our beautiful ladies.

Enjoy.

Standing at a large window, covered with frosty patterns, Larissa looked with a smile at the snow-covered trees, that looked like bizarre ice sculptures. Snowflakes, like small fluffs, cleansed nature with a soft and white blanket, erasing disgusting dirt and gloomy blackness. Stroking the soft fur of Donut sitting on the windowsill and also closely watching the falling snow, the woman thought about everything. Two days ago, she could not have imagined that she would be waiting with such trembling impatience for Christmas to come, so that she could decorate the Christmas tree with Wednesday Addams. Life can turn an established routine into an unexpected direction so quickly that a person sometimes does not understand when and how everything has changed so dramatically. But such changes are not always bad. Now a small but hope has settled in Larissa's soul. The hope for something light and kind. What an irony. After all, this something seems to be brought by the darkest person she has ever known. Although now such a description was more suitable for the past Wednesday. During these two days, they became so close that Larissa knew for sure that today's Wednesday could feel and experience strong emotions. Guilt, regret, sadness, fear — all were molded into a kind of painful lump, which, unable to withstand the strain, simply exploded into bitter tears, revealing the real Wednesday and exposing her vulnerable soul. And forcing Larissa to bare her own in return. Two souls, so cruelly wounded by Thornhill, Crackstone and all subsequent events, finally opened up to each other. And these wounded souls will celebrate Christmas together today.

Larissa went to the huge steel stove and examined the contents of a clay baking tray. Knowing the deepest traumas of the girl's soul the woman had no idea what kind of food Wednesday preferred. Therefore, she decided that the most suitable dish would be baked vegetables. Neatly sliced zucchini, eggplant, tomatoes, peppers, potatoes and mushrooms, richly flavored with marinade according to a secret recipe, were just waiting to go into the oven for the arrival of the guest. Larissa has always loved cooking. It was one of the few hobbies that distracted her from the constant string of unpredictable events at the academy. Cooking had a truly calming effect on her, comparable to deep meditation.

Choosing Pinot noir for vegetables the woman placed crystal glasses on a white round table. She can't even remember the last time she had dined at it. Usually Larissa had breakfast at the bar reading the daily newspaper Jericho News, lunch predictably always took place in the native walls of Nevermore, and the woman preferred to have dinner on the couch watching some old movie about love, which she desperately needed right now. But today everything will be different. She won't be alone today. Whatever unknown intentions Wednesday had, she still agreed to come. And this already says a lot. The girl never does what she doesn't want to do. But what does she want from Larissa now? Confirmation of forgiveness? Become a friend for her? Or there is something more? Wednesday's strange behavior and reactions to Larissa's proximity suggested such crazy thoughts. And is the woman ready to give her something in return? Perhaps soon she will get answers to these questions.

“Today you sleep in your bed.” The woman looked reproachfully at Donut, which constantly lay down on the table, as if there was no other suitable place to sleep in the entire apartment.

Glancing at the two white candles that she had put on the dining table in the morning Larissa doubted whether the meeting of two... Two whom? Would seem too romantic?

At the same moment, the huge clock struck three times, and at the same time the doorbell rang.

Wednesday. Punctual this time.

Reaching the mirror next to the front door Larissa carefully examined her reflection: immaculately styled hair, luminous porcelain skin, bright red lips, a snow-white silk dress above the knee, favorably emphasizing the figure, and classic white pumps. Perfect and flawless. Satisfied with her appearance Larissa exhaled and opened the door with a radiant smile.

What a beautiful creature appeared before her eyes. Wednesday was gorgeous: tight-fitting trousers, in which were tucked a top that delicately accentuated the cleavage area, a straight unbuttoned coat with a collar and shoes with huge heels. All the wardrobe items, of course, are black. The girl was incredibly beautiful. Small snowflakes in her loose, slightly curly hair added charm to her already cute face.

Finally teared herself from contemplating the charming picture, Larissa opened the door wider, inviting the girl to go inside.

“Wednesday.”

“Larissa.”

After exchanging formal greetings, Wednesday followed the woman into the bright apartment. Suddenly, a four-legged friend jumped out from around the corner, like a small hurricane, examining an unfamiliar guest with interest.

“This is Donut.” The woman introduced her cat to Wednesday.

“Donut?” The girl couldn't hide her surprised smile as she examined the fluffy pet.

“It's a long story.” Larissa waved her hand, not wanting to admit to Wednesday the true reason for choosing such an unusual name for the cat.

Going into the living room, the woman took one last look at the box with Christmas toys and the tree, which she took out in advance and put next to the dining table so as not to shorten the already unknown duration of the meeting.

“I decided to bake vegetables,” Larissa went to the stove and placed the clay baking tray in the oven, turning on the timer. “Unfortunately, I am not aware of your taste preferences, so vegetables seemed to me the best option.” The woman turned away from the stove and noticed that Wednesday had already taken off her coat. Without it, her figure was perfect, the top accentuated her small rounded breasts, and the trousers seductively hugged her perfect buttocks. Larissa automatically licked her lips, examining the girl, receiving in response the same examining look, but already of her own wardrobe.

“This is the most correct option. Because I respect death and never eat the flesh of suffering animals.” Wednesday gently stroked Donut and looked at the Christmas tree.

“We can start right now.” Larissa suggested, catching the girl's eye.

“Yes,” Wednesday came closer to the bar, “but first I would like something to drink.” The girl asked, either from thirst, or from embarrassment.

Larissa understandingly approached the dining table and took the crystal glasses. Placing them on the countertop next to the girl, the woman opened the wine cabinet and took out a worn bottle of wine that she was saving for a special occasion. Today can definitely be considered that way. Deftly removing the cork, Larissa poured the fragrant wine, feeling Wednesday's gaze on her.

“Pinot noir, vintage 1989. It's a divine thing.” The woman said, handing the girl a crystal glass.

Wednesday looked at Larissa carefully, and then at the wine.

“Or did you want something else?” A sudden realization came over the woman. “You can't drink alcohol yet.” Larissa often forgot that the smart, precocious girl had not yet turned twenty-one, the age when she can drink strong drinks.

“Do I look like a person who follows the established rules?” Wednesday raised an eyebrow and took the proffered glass from the woman's hand.

Larissa looked at Wednesday with a smile. Still, at least this cheeky girl is eighteen.

“Well, Merry Christmas.” The woman said and reached for Wednesday’s glass.

“Merry Christmas.” The girl echoed her, and the pleasant tinkle of crystal rang through the living room.

The wine, gently pouring over the body, added a pleasant calmness. Right now, that's exactly what Larissa needed. Wednesday, as in the case with coffee, drank almost the entire glass in one gulp and put it on the countertop.

“Be careful, the wine is very strong and aged. It can turn your head quickly.” The woman cautioned carefully, not yet ready to imagine what she can expect from Wednesday under the influence of a lot of alcohol.

“Maybe I want something aged and strong to turn my head.” The girl took a last sip of Pinot noir, and her gaze slowly slid over Larissa's body, stopping at her lips.

Now all this did not look at all like a game of the sick imagination of a lonely woman. Wednesday seemed to test the woman with her seductive gaze, from which several scenarios of the desired end of tonight flashed through Larissa's head at the moment. And one is more vulgar than the other.

A sudden rustling at the Christmas tree made the woman distract herself from indecent thoughts. Donut was sitting next to the box and was intently chewing on a Christmas garland.

“I'm afraid if we don't start right now, there will be nothing to decorate the tree with.” Larissa smiled at the girl.

Wednesday shifted her gaze to the cat and smiled too. It was incredibly pleasant to watch such unusual and positive emotions on her face.

Approaching Donut, the girl freed the garland of sharp teeth.

“After such a meal, your stomach will hurt a lot.” Wednesday gently patted the cat behind the ears.

From such a touching picture, the smile on Larissa's face spread even wider. She went closer to the box with toys and took out a large red ball from it.

“The last time I decorated a Christmas tree was about ten years ago.” Larissa nostalgically recalled her Christmas tree, which she joyfully decorated for Christmas, when she was appointed as the principal of Nevermore Academy.

“And what has changed this year?” Larissa felt the girl was very close. Turning around, the woman saw Wednesday's face so close that she could see all her freckles. How she wanted to run my hand over her cheek right now.

“A new kind of outcasts appeared in Nevermore, the mayor of Jericho finally went to prison for corruption, and Sheriff Galpin voluntarily resigned, handing over his place to a very promising young man,” Larissa answered not the question that the girl really asked her. Deciding to continue the stupid game, the woman turned to Wednesday. “What has changed for you this year?” Larissa's gaze did not leave the charming face.

The girl began to concentrate on hanging red balloons on fluffy branches.

“I've almost published my first book, I'm going to take the Harvard entrance exams soon, and...” Suddenly Wednesday stopped talking.

Larissa stared at the girl expectantly, for some reason afraid to hear more.

Instead of answering, Wednesday stretched out her hand to the very top of the tree, trying to reach the branch. The strap of her top wrapped up a little, treacherously exposing the red strap of her bra. Larissa's pupils instantly dilated, and her throat went dry. The girl, without even noticing it, was simply driving her crazy with her direct sexuality.

“And even with those high heels, I can't reach the top of the tree.” Wednesday gave up trying to hang the balloon on the branch and handed it to the woman.

Larissa, as if mesmerized, examined the shoulder of the girl with the sticking out red strap. The idea of drinking wine with Wednesday was a bad one. Very bad. The girl, apparently noticing the lack of reaction, followed the woman's gaze and abruptly adjusted the top to a decent position. Larissa looked into Wednesday's black eyes, not hiding the desire in her own eyes. For some reason, she no longer cared that the girl would see it.

Finally, taking the ball from Wednesday's hands, the woman slid her fingers over the girl's hand, from which she exhaled loudly and closed her eyes.

The sudden squeak of the oven announced the readiness of the dish.

“The vegetables are ready.” Quickly pulling her hand back, Larissa hung the ball on the very top of the Christmas tree and went to the stove.

After taking out the steaming vegetables, all she could think about right now was Wednesday's body in red underwear. Larissa slammed the oven door loudly, the temperature of which was now definitely below her body temperature. Hearing the approaching sound of heels behind her, the woman turned around.

“They're so hot,” Wednesday said, examining Larissa's lips, “I need something so I don't get burned.” The girl looked at the baking tray and smiled.

This girl will be definitely the death of her.

Without further ado, the woman handed Wednesday a large towel, in which the girl immediately wrapped the baking tray and carried the dish to the dining table. Having brought her breathing back to normal a little, Larissa followed and saw the girl was already lighting candles. The woman arched an eyebrow questioningly.

“They can't just stand there. Although I would prefer black or red, but judging by the exterior decoration, these colors definitely do not fall into the category of favorites.” The girl blew out the match and slowly glanced at Larissa's snow-white dress, causing a wave of goosebumps and inappropriate feelings all over her body.

The woman pushed back a high chair and sat down, watching as Wednesday, picking up a spatula lying on the table, began gallantly putting vegetables on a plate.

“That's enough,” Larissa said politely and added. “Large portions of food are detrimental to my figure.”

“I don't think that such an ideal figure can be ruined by something.” Without looking up, the girl put more vegetables in Larissa's plate and repeated the same thing with her plate.

Trying to control her emotions from Wednesday's words, the woman took a deep breath and began to look around the living room. The fireplace crackled softly, fluffy snow was falling outside the window, Donut finally went to sleep in his bed, an appetizing dish was on the table. Even two. The second is in the form of her former student, shamelessly provoking the woman.

Frustrated, Larissa reached for the open bottle of wine and poured new portions of a soothing potion into the glasses.

“These are the most delicious vegetables I've eaten in my entire life.” The girl closed her eyes and slowly licked her fork.

“Thank you.” Finally starting dinner, the woman thanked, carefully chewing each piece. “I cook very rarely, but I really love this activity.”

“Is it as rare as a Christmas tree appears in this apartment?”Returning to her favorite sarcastic path, the girl examined the not fully decorated Christmas tree.

“A little more often,” Larissa smiled and continued, “I practically have no time for anything other than the academy.” Finishing the rest of the wine, the woman looked carefully at Wednesday. “Including my personal life, as you accurately noticed in the Weathervane.” Larissa did not really want to bring up unpleasant memories but she really wanted to get the girl to talk.

Wednesday tensed a little, picking at the vegetables on her plate with a fork.

“Sometimes I say things that...” the girl looked at Larissa, “I'm sorry if my words could hurt you.” Wednesday took a sip of wine, obviously trying to calm herself from an uncharacteristic act of apology.

“Wednesday, everything is fine,” Larissa dabbed her lips with a napkin. “You told the truth. And it's stupid to be offended by the truth, no matter what it is.” The woman did not want to pretend to be a heroine-lover after the girl revealed her innermost feelings to her. But Larissa desperately wanted to know more about Wednesday's personal life.

“What about you?” The woman took a sip of wine, trying to find the right words. “Is there any special person in your life?”

Wednesday tensed even more and silently looked at the vegetables on her plate. The silence was becoming unbearable.

“Yes, but this person does not know that he is so special to me,” the girl finally raised her head and her gaze went over the woman's body again, as if she meant ... No. This can't be happening. Or maybe?

“Maybe you should give that person a hint about that.” Larissa herself did not understand why she was saying all this. Probably because of the illusory hope that this special person might be herself. The wine definitely went to her head.

“Maybe.” Having finished with the vegetables, Wednesday pushed her empty plate away and looked out the window, making it clear that she did not intend to continue talking about personal matters anymore.

Larissa understandingly gathered the plates and the baking tray from the dining table and put everything in the dishwasher. Maybe next time she'll be able to get more of personal information out of the girl. After wiping her hands with a towel, the woman turned around and found Wednesday with the garland in her hands.

“It seems to me that it was right to hang it before the toys.” The girl carefully traced a thin wire around the fluffy branches, trying not to drop the hanging balls.

“Do you see the right people here somewhere?” With a smile, Larissa approached Wednesday, helping to throw the wires of the garland to the very top.

The girl smiled sweetly back at her. The woman wish that smile would never leave girl’s charming face.

Finally wrapping the whole garland around the Christmas tree, the woman put the plug into the socket, and the living room lit up with a warm flickering light.

“Now it's perfect,” Larissa looked at Wednesday, who, like a small child, was smiling at the lighted Christmas tree, “only Christmas gifts are missing.”

Suddenly, the girl's cheerful gaze became serious, and she walked over to the chair where her bag was lying. After a few seconds, Wednesday pulled out something red and flat.

“Merry Christmas,” The girl came up to Larissa and held out, what now the woman saw, an old record. “It...” Wednesday paused, as if choosing the right words, “Its color is very similar to the lips of the special person.” The girl's eyes ran over the Christmas tree, toys and everything else, but not the eyes opposite.

Larissa looked at the title on the record with interest. The best love songs. In sincere perplexity, the woman mechanically ran her finger over her lips. Red lips. And then she seemed to be electrocuted. Wednesday gave her the record with love songs, the red box of which reminds the girl of the lips of the special person. Is this all a sick mind game, or does Wednesday really want to tell Larissa what she's thinking? Trying to collect her jumping thoughts, the woman hypnotized the box with her gaze, as if the answer could magically appear on it.

“Thank you.” Larissa finally looked at the girl, whose cheeks were now covered with a barely perceptible blush.

Pulling the record out of the box, the woman walked over to the fireplace, next to which there was an old vinyl record player. After simple manipulations, the soft voice of Bryan Adams sounded in the living room, unwilling to voice his feelings in words, further confusing Larissa's thoughts. After throwing a few logs into the fireplace, the woman felt that Wednesday was already standing behind her. Turning around, Larissa found the girl indecently close.

“This…” Wednesday said softly, “is the second gift.”

Larissa saw a small blue book in the girl's hands and was surprised to find her favorite novel, which she had just taken off the shelf in Wednesday's apartment yesterday.

“It resembles the eyes of the special person. The same blue and infinitely deep.” The girl said, this time not hiding her gaze from the woman.

Larissa stared into the black eyes opposite, completely having no idea what to say or do.

“More wine?” The woman suggested, just to buy time and distract Wednesday, who was looking at her intently, waiting for some kind of reaction.

"With pleasure.” Said the girl, who now sounded disappointed.

Larissa went to the bar and filled glasses with wine, pondering the unexpected information. Is she really that special person? The woman just couldn't believe it. There must be another logical explanation for all this. Picking up two glasses, Larissa walked over to Wednesday, who was standing by the crackling fireplace.

“We can move to the couch. It will be more convenient for us there,” the woman realized in horror how ambiguous such an invitation sounded, and added, “it will be more convenient to talk.”

Wednesday smiled at Larissa's obvious embarrassment and took the glass from her hands. Similarly to the previous ones, the girl drank it in one gulp and put it on a small table by the fireplace. It looks like Wednesday is just as nervous as her.

Sitting down on the sofa, Larissa motioned for the girl to join, who immediately turned out to be very close. After drinking some wine, the woman looked into the burning flame. Right now, she just wanted to talk about safe topics. And don't think about Wednesday‘s special person, who, apparently, is Larissa herself. Glancing at the book the girl had given her, the woman remembered that she had wanted to ask Wednesday yesterday, but the right moment had not come.

“I noticed that there are thirteen chapters in the contents of your book, and you wrote only twelve.” Larissa looked from the fireplace to the girl, now so beautifully illuminated by the soft light of the fire. How she would like to lose herself in her warmth and tenderness right now. Wednesday watched the logs crackle slowly in the fireplace.

“The thirteenth chapter could not have been written then,” the girl turned her gaze to Larissa, “then I still did not know how the complicated relationships of the main characters would end up.”

After these words, Larissa understood without any doubt what this cheeky girl was talking about. She had come to Jericho not only for forgiveness, but also for the woman's reaction. Wednesday is waiting for her reaction to finally complete her book.

“And now?” Larissa, no longer able to hide her desire, glanced at the curves of the girl's body, stopping at the contemplation of plump and such inviting lips. “Now do you know?”

Wednesday didn't say anything and got up from the couch and walked over to the chair with her bag. Bending down a little, the girl pulled something out of it. But all Larissa could see was a view of her breasts in the red lace bra and black hair cascading down her shoulders. The wine only increased the insatiable desire to possess this girl.

Returning to the sofa, Wednesday looked at Larissa carefully. Now she saw a crumpled piece of paper in the girl's hands, which she carefully unfolded and began to smooth out. The woman did not take her eyes off the beautiful face while Wednesday looked at the sheet in some indecision.

“I always knew what one of the heroines wanted,” the girl finally handed Larissa the crumpled piece of paper, “and now my book has a real title.”

The woman took the crumpled sheet from Wednesday's hand. Her heart was beating at breakneck speed, her thoughts were in a chaotic heap. What can be written there? Exhaling a little, Larissa looked at the long-suffering first page of the manuscript, which now actually has a title.

The book about conscience, about forgiveness and about love.

Love. The woman's heart did a sharp somersault.

But there was no love in the book. Yet. Wednesday couldn't write thirteen chapter back then, not knowing if the feelings of the main characters would be mutual. The woman easily translated the metaphorical language of the narrative into an understandable human one — Wednesday is in love. She is really in love. And Larissa is the special person the girl is in love with. This obnoxious and arrogant girl confessed her love to the woman in such a sophisticated way. But a person like Wednesday couldn't have done it any other way. She would never say it directly. The girl is just afraid of her feelings. She is afraid to even say it out loud. She is afraid that Larissa will cause her pain and suffering again. But how could she? Of all the people in this vast world, Wednesday chose her. The woman who practically threw the girl into the arms of death. A woman twice her age. A woman who lives at work. A woman who just doesn't remember what it's like to have a loved one around. And a woman who now wants to remember it. Life is cruel. Life throws challenges and trials every day. Life is very short. And that is why life is worth throwing away all stupid doubts and plunging headlong into the most powerful and wonderful feeling.

Larissa carefully placed the confession sheet on the low table and finally looked at Wednesday. The girl's face was still beautiful, but now there was an incredible relief in her gaze, as if Wednesday had finally revealed to her all that she had been hiding for so long. Now her eyes roamed freely over Larissa's eyes, lips, arms, chest and body. The girl's face became even more beautiful in its sincere frankness.

“Your book deserves a happy ending.” The woman said softly and covered Wednesday's hand with her own. For the first time, the interlaced fingers caused a pleasant wave of warmth and arousal in Larissa. And now she was not at all ashamed to openly look at the girl's cleavage. Wednesday looked at the interlaced fingers, exhaled raggedly and closed her eyes. The woman licked her lips, looking at the girl's parted lips, which she wanted to kiss right this second. Squeezing Wednesday's hand tighter, Larissa heard rapid breathing. But it was quite obvious that the girl was still afraid to take the first step, she was waiting for some kind of reaction or action from the woman. Moving closer so that their legs were now touching, Larissa touched the girl's chin with her free hand. Black eyelashes opened, and Wednesday's eyes looked at the woman with undisguised desire. Larissa removed a strand of black hair that had fallen on the girl's face and slowly ran her fingers over the soft white cheek. To hell with the doubts. To hell with the pain. To hell with the loneliness. To hell with everything.

“Kiss me.” Larissa whispered softly.

Wednesday froze, apparently in disbelief at her own ears. After a few seconds, the girl's fingers painfully slowly and hesitantly slid over her forearm, neck and stopped at her lips. At the last touch, Larissa closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. Suddenly, the pleasant touches disappeared. When she opened her eyes, she saw Wednesday's face very close. And at that moment, the plump lips of the girl gently covered Larissa's lips, frozen in anticipation of a response. And the woman answered with great joy. Finally feeling those beautiful soft lips on her own, Larissa's heart began to beat like it had never beaten in her long life. The sweet wine taste of Wednesday's lips was more intoxicating than the most expensive wine. The girl let out a soft moan of pleasure, which became the last straw, and Larissa's tongue penetrated into Wednesday's expectant mouth. The kiss was getting faster, hotter, more desperate. The woman's arms hugged the girl tightly, as if wishing to never let her go. To protect and to love Wednesday was all that mattered in Larissa Weems' life now.

***

Wednesday's heart was about to burst out of her chest, and its rhythmic pounding was the only discernible sound that was now throbbing in her ears. All her explicit dreams, erotic fantasies and arousing visions combined could not be compared to the real feeling of Larissa's hot lips on her own. The sweet scent of lipstick, mixed with the special scent of the woman, practically lifted Wednesday to the top of sexual pleasure.

“Oh, my God…” Due to lack of air, the girl tore herself away from the sweet lips and, breathing raggedly, looked attentively at Larissa. Her usually blue eyes were now almost black, and the flames of the burning fireplace were reflected in the huge pupils. Wednesday's much-loved red lipstick was now smeared over lips swollen from the kiss, making them seem even more tempting and desirable. Is this real and not some kind of dream?

Looking down at Larissa's chest, which was rising and falling rapidly from rapid breathing, Wednesday tentatively covered it with her hand and pulled the woman back to her lips. Through the thin silk of the dress, the girl felt lace underwear, which hid a pleasant and warm softness. Already simply unable to resist the arousal that burned in her, Wednesday deftly climbed onto Larissa's lap, straddling her lush hips covered with snow-white silk.

At the same moment, the girl felt the confident touch of hands on her buttocks, slowly moving to her back and finally covering her breasts. Wednesday leaned forward and felt that she was already on the verge of orgasm. Never in her life had the girl turned on so quickly. But with Larissa, everything was different. She wasn’t like anyone else. She was the special person.

Tearing herself away from so sweet lips, Wednesday attacked with wet kisses porcelain and so soft neck, which she dreamed of so much on lonely nights. The woman's perfume was simply intoxicating, awakening a whirlwind of unknown emotions and feelings throughout her body.

“You're incredible.” Larissa whispered softly, sliding her hot tongue over the girl's neck, driving her almost into a frenzy.

The next thing Wednesday felt was the woman's fingers penetrating the tight waistband of her trousers and releasing the tucked-in top. Now there are no barriers left between Larissa's beautiful hands and the girl's skin. As if in a daze, Wednesday pulled away from the woman and looked into the bottomless blue eyes.

“I really want these hands...” without taking her eyes off Larissa, the girl brought her hand to her lips and began showering delicate kisses on her elegant fingers, “but in a different place.”

With a knowing smile, the woman arched an eyebrow.

“And where is it?” Larissa touched the girl's flat stomach with her free hand, tracing simple patterns on it with short red nails.

From such touches, Wednesday almost entered a state of absolute ecstasy. Now she really doubted that she could hold out until Larissa touched her where the girl wanted it most.

Abruptly releasing the woman's hand and causing confusion in her eyes, Wednesday took off her top in one motion and threw it somewhere in the direction of the dining table. If Larissa's gaze had been hungry before, now it has become simply devouring. Reaching for the clasp of the red lace bra, the girl freed herself from the last detail of the wardrobe, separating her bare breasts from Larissa's greedy eyes and lips.

Without taking her eyes off the perfect face for a second, Wednesday slowly began to unbutton her trousers with her right hand, revealing the red lace of underwear to the woman's misty gaze. Larissa, as if mesmerized, watched the intimate process, breathing even faster. Wednesday took Larissa's hand again and, closing her eyes, slowly dipped her fingers into her mouth. Those fingers were perfect. A real work of art, which should be celebrated by the great artists of the world on their canvases.

A sweet moan of pleasure escaped from the red lips, and Wednesday felt Larissa's legs tighten under her weight. After that, the girl was no longer able to give herself up to foreplay. Freeing her now wet fingers from her hot mouth, Wednesday confidently guided the woman's hand into her unbuttoned trousers to meet the main source of pleasure.

From the first contact of Larissa's fingers with the aroused flesh, the girl exhaled and threw her head back from incredible pleasure. The woman let out a long moan, apparently satisfied with how aroused Wednesday was. Her red lace underwear was soaked through.

“Now red will become my favorite color.” Larissa said in a languid voice and pulled the girl closer to her, showering her neck with insatiable kisses. “You are so wet, my girl.”

With these words, the woman began to slowly move her hand, forcing Wednesday to forget about everything and only breathe quickly from the long-awaited touches.

“My girl...” Wednesday opened her eyes with an effort and looked at Larissa, “I like how it sounds.”

“Do you?” The woman's hand moved faster, but did not penetrate inside. “That's exactly how you are recorded in my phone,” Larissa's lips touched the tangled hair, kissing the delicate skin next to her ear. “Seeing you that evening, in wet clothes, so incredibly sexy, all I could think about was that I want you to be mine. And you are mine, aren't you?”

“I am…” Wednesday was overwhelmed with emotions from skillful finger movements and the realization that Larissa had wanted her all this time. She wanted her in the Weathervane, she wanted her at home, she wanted her in the kitchen. The girl did’t make it up.

At the same moment, Wednesday felt a hot tongue slowly slide off her neck and move to her chest. Larissa's lips gently wrapped around a hardened nipple. Exhaling raggedly, Wednesday pressed the woman's head tighter, allowing her to work incredible miracles with her aroused body.

Burying her hands in the perfectly coiffed hairstyle, Wednesday began to randomly pull the pins out of her hair, allowing Larissa's large curls to fall over her graceful shoulders. The woman pulled away from the girl's chest and looked up at her. Now Wednesday was taller, now Wednesday could see what only a select few could see: a slight blush on her cheeks, lips swollen from hot kisses and loose hair, Larissa looked at her with such animal desire that the girl simply could no longer restrain herself. The first orgasm that Larissa gave her was the culmination of the pleasure of intimacy with this magnificent woman. Wednesday's breathing was so labored, as if she had run a marathon. The best and most enjoyable marathon of her entire life.

Larissa took her hand out of Wednesday's underwear and, bringing her wet fingers to her mouth, slowly began to lick off the traces of orgasm with her tongue.

“You're so delicious, my girl.” Larissa said softly, without taking her blue eyes off Wednesday.

From such a sensual sight and teasing words, a new wave of arousal overwhelmed the girl. She couldn't imagine wanting so much after the release that had just occurred. Wednesday eagerly covered Larissa's lips, feeling her own taste in the woman's mouth. The girl really wanted more. But this time she wanted more, she wanted deeper, she wanted to absorb Larissa with her body.

Pulling away from the woman's lips, Wednesday slid her tongue along woman’s chin, moving closer to her ear.

“I want these fingers to be inside me now.” The girl began to cover the woman's neck with kisses as light as butterfly touches.

“And you turn out to be insatiable,” Larissa said with a smile and, slightly pushing Wednesday's head away from her neck, added, “take off all your clothes.”

The girl didn't have to be told twice. The woman's imperious tone wanted to obey implicitly. Getting up from Larissa's lap, Wednesday stood next to the blazing fireplace and took off her shoes, which now seemed completely out of place. They were followed by black trousers. Only in her underwear, the girl caught the demanding gaze of the woman. Not even wanting to resist it, Wednesday pulled off her red panties and threw them aside. Finally completely naked, the girl looked at Larissa. The woman slowly lifted the hem of her dress up and slightly spread her perfectly straight legs, revealing the white lace of underwear to Wednesday's greedy gaze.

The invitation was accepted, and the girl was back on Larissa's lap. The feeling of bare thighs on hot and equally bare thighs was simply incredible. Hugging Larissa tighter, Wednesday felt her flesh come into contact with the lace of woman’s underwear, which caused another moan of pleasure to escape from her chest. Already in a complete frenzy, the girl crushed her lips into the woman's parted lips. Now the kiss was rough, desperate, and very wet. Just like the girl herself. As well as the silk hem of Larissa's dress, absorbing the juices of the incessant arousal of Wednesday.

Without interrupting the kiss, the girl felt the woman's hand drop from her back, getting closer to the expiring entrance. Larissa slowly inserted one finger. The girl leaned forward, sitting deeper. But it wasn't enough. She wanted more.

“More,”Wednesday said raggedly, and added softly, “please.”

“Are you sure?” The woman looked at the girl carefully and smiled. “I have very long fingers.”

“Yes…” In fact, Wednesday was sure that after the terrible first time with that guy in the bar, she would be hurt from any penetration. But Larissa's skilled hands brought only pleasant pleasure, which she only wanted to multiply.

Finally, feeling the second finger slowly enter the her, Wednesday tore herself away from Larissa's lips and buried her head in snow-white hair.

“God...” Wednesday breathed out softly. “You are the most beautiful woman.” The girl clumsily tried to cover with kisses any part of Larissa's body that she could only reach in this position. “My woman…”

Flushed, Larissa covered Wednesday's lips with her lips, merging again in a hot and desperate kiss. The woman's hand increased its speed, her fingers curved at a perfect angle, and Wednesday felt everything inside contract pleasantly, and the second orgasm of this wonderful evening spread sweetly all over her body. The melodious voice of Dee Dee Bridgewater rang through the living room, promising to protect love with a wall. And Wednesday is ready to believe that Larissa will really protect all her worries and fears with her love.

Gently kissing the woman's lips, Wednesday for the first time in her life did not know what to say. And is it necessary to say anything at all in such situations? All she can do is to show Larissa her endless love and longing.

With such thoughts, the girl reached for the woman’s perfect back and, without taking her eyes off Larissa, gently pulled down the clasp of the snow-white dress. The woman watched the action without resistance with a smile. Wednesday slowly lifted the silk hem of her dress and gently pulled it up. Larissa elegantly raised her hands, helping the girl to get rid of an obviously superfluous detail. Throwing the dress into a pile with clothes already lying on the floor, Wednesday caught Larissa's gaze, obviously very unhappy with how rudely the girl treats her expensive piece of clothing. But Wednesday didn't care. That disapproving look only made her more excited. Finally, the girl got up from the woman's lap and eagerly began to study the exposed naked parts of Larissa's body: small breasts in a perfectly fitting white bra, a soft, slightly protruding belly, hips with traces of small stretch marks. And in all this imperfection, Wednesday found Larissa to be the most perfect woman in this imperfect world.

Kneeling down, the girl ran her hand over a slender leg. Larissa looked so sexy in her underwear and high heels that Wednesday decided not to take off her shoes.

Instead, the girl leaned forward, and feeling the incredible heat from the woman's body, she hooked the clasp of the bra, freeing her breasts from the lace captivity. Larissa's nipples were so tempting, as if inviting Wednesday to her. Well, is it possible to refuse such an invitation? The girl eagerly pressed her lips to Larissa's chest, from which the woman let out the most beautiful moan of pleasure that Wednesday had heard in her life. Moving to the second breast, the girl's hand gently stroked the inner surface of the soft thigh.

“Wednesday...” It was all that the woman could say as her moans grew louder.

Pulling away from the soft chest, Wednesday looked at Larissa. There was a real fire going on in her eyes, in which she wanted to burn without a trace.

“You're so beautiful…” Wednesday returned to the woman’s swollen lips and kissed them passionately. Meanwhile, the girl's hand went lower, and she felt an incredible heat. The woman's underwear was soaked from overflowing arousal. Slowly running her fingers through the wet lace, Wednesday heard a soft guttural exhalation that instantly awakened another desire in the girl. It was as if the woman had a magic button that triggered emotions and feelings unknown to that moment in Wednesday. But not now. Now everything is just for Larissa's pleasure.

Finally, kneeling down, the girl picked up the last detail of the wardrobe with both hands, separating Larissa and her from complete nudity. Throwing the unwanted object aside, Wednesday spread the woman's legs wider and, leaning forward, greedily pressed her lips to the aroused flesh.

Larissa, unlike Wednesday, did not try to hide her real emotions at all and moaned loudly from the first contact of the girl's tongue with her body.

Having never done this, Wednesday nevertheless intuitively knew what the woman liked, judging by her moans. Larissa's hand was in Wednesday's tangled hair, pushing the girl's head closer to the source of pleasure.

“Yes…” The woman's velvety voice, like honey, poured in her ears. “My girl…”

Encouraged by these words, Wednesday moved her tongue faster and slowly inserted her finger into the aroused woman. Everything was very wet and hot inside. Larissa moaned even louder, and her breathing became ragged and faster. The girl had never imagined that giving pleasure to someone could be so pleasant. Adding a second finger, the girl tore herself away from the woman's lips and looked up at her.

Larissa's chest rose and fell quickly from her labored breathing, her head was thrown back a little, her fingers with a perfect red manicure tightly clutched the armrest of the soft sofa, tousled hair beautifully flowed down her shoulders, her beloved blue eyes were closed and her lips were open, making beautiful moans of pleasure. It's the sexiest thing Wednesday has ever seen in her life. And the most delicious. The girl pressed her lips to the woman again, moving her fingers faster. After a few seconds, Wednesday felt the walls of her vagina tighten, and warm moisture spread over Wednesday's fingers and lips. Larissa's orgasm was more beautiful than the girl imagined it. Licking her lips from the woman's juices, Wednesday straddled Larissa's knees again, but this time they were not separated by extra clothes. Only direct contact of the naked body with the same naked body.

And then it dawned on the girl that this was exactly the moment that she constantly saw in her visions. It was in such sweet bliss that their bodies touched each other, indulging in the most beautiful art of love.

Wednesday wrapped Larissa in a slow kiss.

“Now I know for sure that my visions always come true.” The girl smiled, catching the woman's questioning look at herself.

“Did you see that?” Larissa ran her fingers between the naked bodies, outlining the situation.

“As soon as we touched each other, this scene appeared in my head.” The girl slowly ran her hands through Larissa's soft hair.

“It turns out that everything is much worse than I thought.” The woman laughed sincerely and immediately received a light blow on the shoulder with her hand.

“I can't control my visions.” Wednesday pouted resentfully.

“I know, my girl, I know,” Larissa looked at the girl with tenderness and her gaze became more serious. “Wednesday, are you not afraid of our...” The woman paused, apparently choosing the right words. “Are you not afraid of how different we are?”

“I do not see any problem. I rate people solely by brain size, not by age, gender, or status. And what really scares me is the impossibility of being with you, and at best, enjoying my visions.” The girl looked at the woman carefully, hoping that her words sounded convincing.

“So I should be grateful to my big brain for everything that happened?” Larissa laughed loudly.

From the woman's laughter, Wednesday smiled back, and then looked into the blue eyes with complete seriousness.

“I do not know who to thank,” The girl began, without taking her eyes off Larissa. “Perhaps I should thank those guys who tormented my brother Pugsley, or my crazy parents who forced me to come to Nevermore, perhaps my inability to sit still and thirst for justice, which brought me to your office over and over again.” The girl ran her hand over Larissa's delicate cheek. “Even then, I was subconsciously looking for any meetings with you. Perhaps I should thank Enid, who carefully nurtured different feelings in me day by day, pouring pink vanilla stories about love, friendship and devotion. Maybe I should thank Tyler, who showed that I'm not attracted to guys at all, maybe I should thank Xavier for giving me the phone, or I should thank Thornhill and Crackstone for the long separation from you, which inspired me to write not only the book, but also helped me sort out my confused feelings and emotions. And not just me. It helped me to tell you all this.” Wednesday looked at Larissa tenderly. “I'm just grateful that I can finally kiss these beautiful red lips.” Wednesday's fingers slowly walked over the woman's parted lips. “Look into those bottomless blue eyes, bury my hands in such soft blond hair, caress the most delicate neck and touch the perfect soft breasts.” Wednesday's hand slid over Larissa's chest. “I know the only thing is that whoever or whatever was the reason that brought us to this wonderful moment, I am grateful. Because I'm madly, endlessly, and irrevocably...” Suddenly Wednesday stopped talking. “Because now I'm with the most beautiful and special woman in this disgusting world.”

In obvious amazement at such a sincere monologue from Wednesday, Larissa carefully looked into the girl's eyes, the woman's lips opened and closed, as if wanting to say something. Instead of words, Larissa took Wednesday's hand and put it on her heart, and put her own on the girl's heart.

It was like an electric shock to Wednesday. Their hearts beat together in rhythmic unison.

“You know,” the woman began, “you are the most stubborn, the most intractable and the most unbearable person I know.” Wednesday immediately felt an unpleasant anxiety arising inside. “But at the same time you are the smartest, most loyal, bravest and sexiest girl I have met in my life. And this…" Larissa shifted her gaze to the lonely piece of the manuscript lying on the table. “This is the most beautiful...” The woman suddenly fell silent. “These are the most beautiful words. And...”

“And?” Wednesday asked, although she wasn't sure if she was ready to hear more.

Larissa slowly removed Wednesday's hand from her chest and, lifting the girl from her lap, got up from the sofa. Wednesday watched the naked blonde goddess in fascination. High heels still adorned Larissa's long legs, making them simply endless. With an elegant gait, the woman gracefully disappeared from the girl's view, apparently into one of the rooms.

Not understanding what was happening, Wednesday looked at the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree and remembered her wish made yesterday. Which actually came true. After all, Christmas is a magical time to fulfill your most cherished desires.

Breaking into a silly smile, the girl saw Larissa return to the living room. There was an object in her hand. The woman, without taking her eyes off Wednesday, went to the smoldering fireplace, and taking off her shoes, knelt down near the table. Now the girl realized that the mysterious object in Larissa's hand was an ordinary pen. The woman looked thoughtfully at the long-suffering piece of paper and carefully began to write something on it. Getting up, Larissa approached the girl and with a radiant smile held out the crumpled sheet.

Wednesday looked with genuine interest first at the woman, and then at the first page of her manuscript, on which new words were written in calligraphic handwriting in the traces of dried coffee:

The book about the pangs of conscience, about the power of forgiveness and about mutual love.

Mutual love. Smiling like a Cheshire cat, Wednesday put her lucky sheet on the table and pulled Larissa to her for a gentle kiss.

Now the girl finally knows what the thirteenth chapter will be about. And most importantly, Wednesday knows that her book will have the happiest ending.

P.S. I can't get this story out of my head. So I decided to write a sequel based on their future relationship :)

P.S.S. For those who are curios about the songs.

Bryan Addams - Do I have to say the words?

Dee Dee Bridgewater - Wall of love

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