#do people even search ajax....

[kuni-is-daddy]

Kitty!Scara smelling other cats or people in you, and getting jealous that your spending time with people that aren’t him. So he resorts to making you smell like him by being a lil too touchy and eventually fucking, with him cumming inside of course.

Switch|Catboy! Scara x Female reader.

'Goodboy or brat?'

Word count: 1.45k

Ft: Has sub and dom themes, F/ngering, Scara is 'jealous', Mommy kink, Praising, Reader calls him a goodboy and a brat.

CW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PAST THE CUT! THIS IS A NSFW POST.

ScaraMasterlist | Subby cat scara | Sub wanderer

Catboy! Scara would be so surprised at first, usually when you come home he's hopelessly flicking through the channels on tv Until he hears the door click thanks to his keen senses. He'd turn his head quickly at the sound of the door opening and shifted into his purple cat form, Leaving behind a trail of thin smoke and running towards you meowing while You smile and leaned down in your heels to catch him as he purr'd at you. Licking along your neck and longing for your amazing scent.

But wait- sniff sniff, sakura? Catscara! would hiss at the smell and jump back on the floor,light on his paws and confused. In another puff of smoke he transformed back, wearing a sleeveless turtleneck and some shorts.

Cat scara! Quickly going to his cold touch starved ways after hearing you've been with your co-worker "Lani" and her pet "stokey" for tasks and even hanging out together. When you bring him out during a lunch break he's quickly hopping out your bag to run to stokey, 'the sakura animal' (He nicknamed him)' At first you and lani both think the two are going to play together, but your conversation is cut short after hearing Stokey hiss and let out light yelps after he 'fell' in the fountain. Lani yells and runs after him while you search for your own brat- Not even making it far after you look down to see him licking his paw right beside you as if he never left.

Catboy! Scara getting punished, and ohh how he wasnt expecting you to put your foot down. While your at work or out for the day he has to stay home all alone or 'find something better to do or hang out with his fox friend ajax.' He goes in your room while your gone to play with your clothes you 'left' on your neat bed, softly rutting against it only to notice they also smell like sakura blossom :((. He starts whimpering and dryly fists his length to pictures he's saved of you on his phone. But even those pictures get him worked up over your smell. He lays back in your bed against the pillow, fisting himself faster while his tail wrapped around your vacant stockings. "Hnm…Mommy please~ I-i need it, i need you please! mmm i cant- please~" He wanted mommy to punish him, just not like this.

Its 4pm and another boring day at work comes to aclose, Your eyes are drearing with heavy bags from exhaustion and All you can think of is speeding home to be greeted by your Devious yet adorable pet & lover, scaramouche. However, your daze is cut short when you hear a light knock along the side of your car window, You jump up out of shock and fumble for the keys to the car until you hear a familiar voice. "Hey! y/n? You good babes?" It sounded like a women's voice, A oddly high pitch. You side eye'd the window to see a woman in a flashy button up suit and tie, along with a big purse hanging on the side of her shoulders. It was lani, You sighed and scratched your eyes after clicking the button for the window to peak down. She peaked through the mirror while her 'fashionably' dressed black cat purr'd at the sight of you. "Oh.. Lani! Sorry- Im kinda..In a rush right now." lani hummed and pulled out her phone. "No its alright y/n!" You glanced up as her cat began slipping out the bag from her lack of attention. He pounched onto your lap, and moved in circles, quickly getting comfortable on your lap by swaying his tail further. "I- oh my gosh im so sorry y/n! Heh- I dont know whats gotten into him, He's been so restless lately." Lani put her phone in her pocket and retrieved stokey. "No no, Its fine lani. I like cats." you smiled, and lani's eyes lit up. "Wheres your cat? His name was..Rara? or something." She said. You made a straight face and looked back at lani, "Scaramouche, His name is scaramouche lani." "Ohhh scaramouche, Sorry- I always hear you shouting scara! scara! around the cafe so I didnt think his name was that long." She teased.

Of course your always shouting for that cute brat. He's always causing mischivous for your attention. Hopping on tables, Eating your lunch even though he 'claims to dislike sweet foods.' Sometimes even getting you kicked out of cafes. Cats we're always attracted to you and you never knew why. Was it your scent? Your clothes? Even poor little scara didnt understand. Well..He had reasons of his own which made your heart ache even more. His 'mother' as he said, not 'owner.' abandoned him many years ago and left him to wander the streets despairingly finding a place to call home. So, you took catscara! in after finding him hidden under his kasa hat during a rainy day of work and ever since then he's been captivated with you.

----smutt

You pulled up to your garage and stepped out the car, After a faint click from your keys the car locked and you walked out to the front door. You turned the knob and to your surprise scara was nowhere in sight, He wasnt in the kitchen sleeping on the table with cuddling his little ornament or by the couch. "Scara~? You home baby?" You put your bag down and walked throughout the house, He wasnt in the living room or kitchen..Maybe he did find something to do. You walked into your empty shared room, The door quickly closed behind you. As you turned around scara quickly caught you off guard, Grabbing you and pulling you into a sloppy kiss against the wall. At first your dissmissive about it but once you realize its him, When your cleavage pressed against his chest. He grins and proceeds further since mommy is letting him take the lead. "Mm..Scara~ I see your eager arent you? Did you learn your lesson now? Your gonna be good for mommy?" You teased him again, and trailed your hands down to his half put on boxers. "S-shut up.." He muttered and began licking on your neck, his ears furr'd down a bit.

'Looks like he did really learn his lesson.' You smiled, "At least help me with these first~" You pointed to your clothes and laid down on your bed. scara nodded, unButtoning your blouse and immedately blushing at the sight of your cleavage, hidden by your black bra. He wanted to touch you right then but stopped for your approval. "Its okay~ you've been a good boy so you can touch." With no hesitation he unclipped your straps, He held and rubbed your breast in circles while kissing along your neck. "Ah..~ mmnn.." You bit your lip from his touch, he was so quiet you swore you've never seen him more focused. "Scara~ B-baby ah…" His tail creeped up towards your thigh, softly rubbing at your skin. "Does it feel good?" Scara started sandwich'ing you inbetween him and the bed, pressing his body closer on yours. "Y-yeah~ Your doing so good for me~" he rubbed his thumb along your nipple until he saw you already in a wet daze. Scara removed his hand from your chest and moved down under your skirt as you whined out for him. "F-fuck…Your so wet mommy~ Did you miss me that much?" He rubbed his index finger around your clit.

"Mnh..Mhm…Missed my good boy~" Scara smirked again. "Hm? Your what~?" Suddenly, He inserted 2 fingers, Stretching you from the inside. "Ah~ I missed my good boy..mn..So much~" Scara moved his fingers back and forth, Thrusting into your wet slit. "Yeah- Im your good boy~ So fucking good..Just for you mommy~" With his free hand scara pulled out his length, stroking it as you pressed deeper onto his fingers. "Mn…Inside~ Scara- Hurry~" He pulled his fingers away at your request, Then licked up your juices. "Hurry? Hah- you want me that bad mommy?" "Yes~ Scara~ mmm..make me cum~" He stopped stroking his length and bucked your legs over his shoulders. Slowly, He inserted himself inside your warmth. "Ah- Oh shit mommy~ nh..You feel so good." Scara held onto your waist, Moving in and out of your wet hole with sharp moans. He was so fixated on fucking you his tail couldnt stop swaying back and forth behind him as your nails dug into his skin. "Scara~ Mmm Faster please! ah~ oh god.." Your tongue lolled out a bit at his pace, scaras hips bucked back and forth while your skin slapped together. "Nnh Yes-Ah~ I'll go faster for you mommy! I'm your good boy~ Ah! I'm close- I'm gonna~ y/n!!" Scara dug into your neck again, sticking his tongue out then biting into your shoulder. You moaned out in a mix of pain and pleasure While his warm seed coated your walls.

After calming down from your high, your vision seemed a bit blurry as if all your exhaustion from earlier kicked in. You leaned back in the pillow sighing and wiping the drool off your lip. Through your hazy gaze scara pulled away, purring as he pulled out and licked his own lips. His tail still swayed but more calmly. he noticed your tired form and tried cleaning you up as best as he could. Then pulled a blanket over your body. He disappeared in a form of purple smoke while your vision clouded and was replaced with catscara. His ornament dangling in your face as you drifted to sleep.

//Character tropes🧍//

Lani. Aka 'Dum human'-(Scara calls her that): Too rich to 'work' and have a job yet has to anyway because of her parents. You helped her out on her first day and ever since then she's clinged onto you like 'an annoying bug'. Deeming you as her 'bestie with the bad cat'

Stokey: Lani's glamour'd cat who doesn't like scara after the fountain incident. He wished he had Y/n as a owner rather than lani since she spoils him too much and wants more genuine time with her, despite that he loves when she gives him warm baths and trips to work because he can see you work with Lani.

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[zarnzarn]

new fic, tw rescue from a kidnapping and s/a (calypso), illiad modern spy au

They find him in the place they were told they would.

The lot of them almost don't make it past the door with how all of them fight to get inside first. The woman inside screams and drops her basket of fruits as they storm into the kitchen, staring at them with wide, piteous eyes as they all point their swords at her.

"Where is he?" Eurylochus snarls, half-bear in his rage. The guilt has been ripping him apart, whatever he and Odysseus disagreed on before he disappeared into thin air all those months ago, driving him wild. Menelaus nearly flinches himself when he roars louder, "WHERE IS HE?"

"Have you people never heard of politeness?" The woman demands starchly, even though she's still pressed back against the counter. Menelaus sees her eyes flash with power as she scowls at them, and takes a deep breath, readying his sword.

If he dies fighting her- if any of them do- the rest will understand. It's only because of Odysseus that any of them were alive at all.

"We were told that the merchant Xen'ath made a sale to you, seven months ago," Diomedes cuts in, voice cold. "An illegal one, even for a protected one like you."

She snorts, jewellery tinkling. She looks kind, and for a desperate moment Menelaus hopes.

"What will you do, put me in jail?" Calypso giggles. "Besides, a sale is a sale. He's mine, fair and square, so if you all would kindly-"

A vase crashes by her head, scattering muddy water and making her scream.

Patroclus hasn't recovered much from the coma, but he's just as angry as any of them and wouldn't be talked out of not coming along, even though he has to use a cane. He doesn't know about how they all fell apart while he was under, but has informed them all quite clearly that not only does he not care, in this situation it does not matter.

Menelaus holds out a hand to signal him to back down, knowing that they are all barely holding onto their fury enough to get answers.

"Where is he?" Ajax cuts in quietly. They point their swords again.

She scans them all calculatingly, grimacing. Then recovers, tossing her hair over her shoulder proudly, hmphing at them.

"In the basement," She says casually, and Menelaus' heart drops. Horror suffuses the faces around him, with many eyes closing in pained resignation, even though they already knew the truth. Knew what kind of sale it had been.

Penelope had recovered over fifteen hundred victims in her search for her husband, and all of them had the same story.

"He tried to run last week," She sighs, putting her hands on her hips and talking with such casual disappointment that it makes his blood run cold, makes him want to throw up. "Honestly, I made sure that he had everything one could need, I don't know what on earth-"

"Shut up," Polites snaps. "Just- shut up!"

"Why, you-" Calypso growls, eyes turning pink as she calls her power, and with a roar of fury, Achilles rounds the table and attacks.

Menelaus whistles to the others and they all scatter. He comes out at the veranda, opening every door and cursing when there's nothing beyond. It's a beautiful house- idyllic and pristine and packed with luxury, and it makes Menelaus want to claw off his own skin.

"HERE!" Someone shouts inside, and Menelaus skids to a stop and changes direction. They all reach the door at the same time, and he holds back the dizzying wave of horror at the lock on the outside as they all hack at the wood like crazed people to get in.

The door crashes down and Menelaus charges down the stairs into the dark room, scrambling for his torch.

"ODYSSEUS!" He shouts, moving it around. "ODY-"

They all go dead silent.

Odysseus scrabbles back, eyes glinting and wild in the light of the torch. He's still in the same outfit they have the last sighting of him in, dirtied and torn now, but the man wearing it is completely different- hair overgrown and body rail-thin, so much so that Menelaus for a heart-stopping second doesn't recognise him.

There's a chain around his leg, connected to the floor. A collar with an owl on it, made of metal that's been welded shut straight on and rope on his wrists. A dirty cloth stuffed in his mouth.

Blood on his legs.

"Odysseus!" Polites is the first to break their standstill, a huge grin of pained relief on his face as he rushes forward. It falls as Odysseus gives a small scream of terror and tries to get away from him, making the metal dig into his already scarred ankle.

Of terror. Of terror. Ten years of knowing him, and Menelaus has never seen Odysseus afraid.

Odysseus spits out the cloth. "Please," He whispers, voice wrecked, and they all flinch. The Odysseus in Menelaus' memory shines bright and golden, charming and funny and kind and angry and humble, despite having run missions for his kingdom since he was thirteen, sharper and swifter than all of them. This is not his friend. "Please, not them, not them, don't wear their faces too, please."

And-

Menelaus comes to with his face pressed against the wall, tears streaming down his face. Sick with rage and guilt and fury and horror. The others aren't faring any better when someone snaps over the microphones for them to hurry up and he turns back around- Eurylochus is sitting on the floor with his head in his hands, two others are vomiting, Polites has disappeared and the rest are just standing there frozen, crying. Patroclus is the only one who's kept his head on enough to attempt quiet reassurance, crouched near a trembling, animal version of their best spy and talking softly to him, trying to coax him away from cutting into his own skin with the rusted metal.

He tried to run away last week, Menelaus grasps onto desperately. It means he's still in there, fighting.

He can't take his eyes off the blood. There's so much of it.

"Eurylochus!" Polites snaps as he comes back down the stairs, a blowtorch in hand. "Hold him."

Odysseus screams at their approach and Menelaus does not have the courage to keep looking, places both hands over his ears like a child, unable to bear it.

(Penelope had opened the door to the group of them; twelve men Odysseus had run with for ten years who had no idea he disappeared until someone casually mentioned that Penelope had gone rogue and was on the watchlist for having tortured and murdered Circe.

Her eyes had been frigid. "Welcome," She said, as if they were strangers and not close friends. "You're quite lucky you decided to visit, you know. I had plans of killing you lot next."

Menelaus doesn't blame her.

She'd sent them all message after message, call after call- begging, pleading, bargaining; that they all ignored out of grudges and anger, until she'd stopped asking and done it herself. None of the fights Odysseus had had with them had even been that bad- it was just, somehow, every single one of them had just been that little bit extra annoyed as to not pick up when it had been her calling; and then Xen'ath had all Penelope's calls rerouted, so she couldn't reach them anyway.

"Queen of Ithaka," He'd bowed, Helen bowing lower at his side. "... Penelope. I- We are all so incredibly sorry-"

"Save it," She'd said, holding up a hand. "Just answer me this- would you rather run a mission or guard Telemachus? And what is your price?"

That had thrown them.

"Penelope," Diomedes had stepped forward hesitantly, looking heartbroken. "We would- all of us, any of us- we would do anything to save your husband. You don't need to fucking pay us to rescue him- we are his friends. We are your friends."

"Then WHERE WERE YOU?" Penelope screams, and her mask finally cracks with it, eyes filled with tears and mouth curled in rage. "Where were any of you when he- when I-" Diomedes grabs her and pulls her into a hug and she breaks down sobbing. "Where were all of you when we needed you?"

"Penelope," Menelaus says, stepping forward to place a hand on her shoulder. Glass crunches under his feet and guilt overcomes him again- all this while he'd been living in luxury, unburdened, his sister-in-law had given up everything to run missions on her own, feeding her people and taking down enemy after enemy while living in squalor herself, in a building full of unsavory men. Tears come to his own eyes. "Please, I beg you to believe me. None of us, not a single one- we did not know. We did not know your husband never made it home, Penelope, I swear on the Styx."

"Then you should have picked up my calls," She snarls, venomous, and gathers herself back up to push Diomedes and him away. "Now. Mission or Telemachus?")

When he takes his hands off, the silence is ringingly loud, the phantom screams still stuck in his ears. Menelaus looks when Odysseus whimpers suddenly and sees his sister's husband holding him down while Polites melts the collar off, Ajax silently working on the chain around his ankle.

Achilles shouts from upstairs and Diomedes calls back, and he comes into the room with grim eyes. "How is he?"

None of them can bring themselves to reply. The collar falls off with a thud.

"Odysseus, hey, we've come to rescue you," Polites tries again, smiling at him and holding his head in his hands so they can meet his eyes. "Don't worry now, we're here."

Odysseus is still. Too still.

Diomedes steps forward, eyes hard, and carefully pulls Polites' hands away. "He'll attack you. If shapeshifting is involved-"

Silence.

"What is wrong with all of you?" Patroclus says suddenly, scowling. "Did you lose your training along with your brains when I was unconscious? Soldiers, post-rescue protocol, now."

The command shocks him back to adrenaline, and they all burst into familiar movements, collecting pictures and pulling out shock blankets. Someone grabs Odysseus as the chain unravels and holds him still while they cut him free, and another talks gently to him as they inject him with a sedative. Menelaus is just glad it isn't him, because he doesn't think that even with his hardened nerves he could bear to face the fact that- to treat Odysseus like-

He looks away as Achilles grabs the other in a fireman's carry and makes his way to the door instead, pushing the debris out of the way to let them through.

Calypso isn't going to be held back for long.

"NO!" She screeches as she bursts through a wall, three times bigger than they left her. Menelaus slashes and she cowers back, baring her teeth in fear. Her face falls as she catches sight of Achilles running out the door, and tears well up in her eyes instead. "No, please, I can't be alone again! I can't be locked in here, please, I can't be alone, send anything, anyone, please!"

"Go fuck yourself," Ajax says savagely as he swings at her, and Menelaus grabs the person closest and yells for a retreat.

The van rumbles along. The windshield wipers swing.

"How long does the sedative last?" Menelaus hears himself ask.

"Should be done by now," Polites says, voice similarly bleak, turning to Odysseus. "Ody?"

Odysseus is crouched in the far corner of the van, staring at them all with sharp, hate-filled paranoia. Menelaus swallows and slows the vehicle, the rest of them turning to look.

"You're safe," Ajax says, softer than he's ever heard from him. "We got you out, Odysseus, you're going back home."

Odysseus narrows his eyes and snarls. Menelaus braces himself for something biting and sharp about how they could have done it earlier, better, faster. Except- "I'm not falling for another illusion, Calypso. Drop the fucking act."

Menelaus hits the brakes and closes his eyes as he presses his face against the steering wheel. "It's not an illusion, Ody, we promise. We're actually here."

"You don't have your chains any more, see?" Eurylochus tries. When he turns, they're all clearly holding themselves back from rushing forward in heartbreak; Odysseus had been the touchy one amongst them, winding around them like a hyperactive snake and hanging off them and hugging them tight and offering handshakes and high-fives, no matter that they were all hardened warriors. To have him clearly ready to throw a punch if they approach hurts. "Your collar is off- why would Calypso do that?"

Odysseus' face spasms and he grabs for his neck. Feels around as if it might be a trick, expression blank.

"Athena," He says abruptly, and Menelaus is extremely confused for a second before he recalls the owl etched into the metal and catches Diomedes' eyes in sudden horrified agony. Of all the terrible-

"Athena," Odysseus breathes, bending over with eyes wide in disbelief, saying it as if he can't believe he can. Hope flares in his eyes, before crumpling at the sudden landslide of grief that follows, tears Menelaus never saw from him at the worst of the Troy mission dripping down his face. "Athena. Athena. Athena! ATHENA! ATHENA!"

His voice is agonizing to hear, crazed and desperate, and someone rushes forward with a tranquilizer, before-

A loud clap, blinding light, and Athena, the goddess herself, appears in their mission vehicle.

"What the fuck," Ajax whispers next to him, grabbing Menelaus by the arm. They're both trembling. Everyone is. "What the fuck- that's actually her."

Athena snaps her neck around to study them all with blank eyes, nodding to a terrified Diomedes, before looking down at Odysseus. Studies him.

Oh shit, Menelaus thinks, remembering the rumors of Medusa, and motions for someone to intervene as he struggles with the seatbelt.

She dissolves her spear suddenly and- holds out her arms.

"What?" Odysseus says faintly, which sums that up too.

"What?" Athena returns, sounding- defensive? Confused? "You were the one who insisted on hugs and physical touch to be added to the rescue recovery manual."

Menelaus finally makes it over the barrier to the back of the van and gets to watch everyone's brains break slightly, and for Odysseus' mouth to drop open in sheer disbelief. Menelaus still knows him enough to recognise the look of him very much wanting to say that is not something you say in a situation like this before a smile suddenly pulls at his lips. A threadbare, incredulous giggle escapes him, then rickety, mirthful laughter and Menelaus breathes a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, I did," Odysseus grins slightly, and walks closer- hugging the goddess without a lick of fear, of course he does. The gods are famous for their pride and detachment and untouchability and of course this crazy man goes and hugs the most closed-off of them like an old friend.

Although, the way they talked to each other, and the implications-

"I'm not thinking of this anymore," Ajax mutters, rubbing at his face. "Odysseus, you believe this ain't an illusion yet, my dude?"

He pulls back and stares around at them like he's seeing them for the first time. His face twitches, like he can't decide whether to smile or be devastated, and quietly says, "You're here. You all came?"

The van bursts out in noise as they all trip over their sorrowful reassurances and apologies, almost shouting. Odysseus trembles. Blood drips to the floor.

Achilles steps forward and Menelaus feels the same alarm of a disaster incoming from earlier; he and Odysseus had never quite gotten over their irritation at dragging each other into the Troy mission and argued plenty during- he'd even heard word that they'd let a target escape once because they'd got into a fistfight.

But Achilles just gives Athena a wary look and a wide berth, and then pulls Odysseus into his arms. Menelaus suddenly remembers who'd been the first to run to Achilles and hold him when he'd sunk to the floor at Patroclus' diagnosis.

"We're here," He murmurs. "We came late, but we came. You're out."

"I'm out," Odysseus repeats, letting his tense posture drop as he leans into the embrace. "I'm out."

"You are," Athena confirms clinically, then- surprise on surprises, she kneels down to pull him closer as well.

Menelaus smiles, then climbs back to the front of the vehicle, satisfying himself with the flickering relief that slowly takes over Odysseus' expression. Gives his friend the privacy he can when he starts to have the breakdown delayed seven months, turns the keys to start the engine.

It's still a long journey to get Odysseus back to Penelope, then back to the Ithaka headquarters. But they have him now, and they'll get him back.

Menelaus, and the rest of them, will have to content themselves with that. That at least, the most they can do now, is bring him home.

He taps on his earpiece, and it crackles to life. "We have him," He tells her. "We're bringing him back to you by morning. Rest, please, Penny."

She sobs over the comms and the car drives on.

[silvervinewine]

childe, tartaglia, ajax: a man of many names

↪ childe, noun, a young man of noble birth

childe, was the name you first knew him as. after all it was the name most used within the fatui. casual and pleasant, thats what you came to know him as. a real funny guy, could make friends anywhere, a one dimensional nice guy. yet as work conversations became private, and meetings became hangouts you came to know more of childe.

you were enjoying spending time with a harbinger, you knew he was. the 11th harbinger, a killing machine owned and controlled by the tsaritsa. yet as you store into his eyes, his coy grin and the way his freckles contorted when he laughed, you couldnt ever guess that who he was supposed to be.

~

"comrade i think we are heading the wrong way." , he grimaced looking at the run down alley in front of you.

you looked down at the map, and then at the alley ahead, "childe... based on instructions alone, i believe this is it."

and so you walked, close together weapons in hand. down a run down alley, in a gang ridden part of town.

"scared for your life are you?", you looked the other way but his tone implied a heavy grin.

you squinted your eyes trying to focus in the dark, "no? are you?"

"you know comrade, around these parts there are several snakes to be lurking around...", he paused cautiously, "their venom can kill 30 men in one minute."

you shivered, his comments were not helping with the mood.

"its dark, so it should be the prime time for snakes to search for prey," his voice sullen in tone, "and when you least expect them to... they strike at you and pierce your skin and you die terrifically!"

you felt something touching your leg and you jumped up, a meek scream coming out of your mouth. your eyes widened as you heard laughs, laughs... as you looked down in the complete darkness. but there was nothing and didn't see any snakes, but you definetly did see the boisterous face of your team member.

you were definetly going to kill him now.

↪ tartaglia, italian for stutterer, most commonly a "comedia dell'arte" character

"tartaglia, huh?" you punched him, a form of banter between you two, "how fancy of you."

he sighed a hand over his chest, "its a title, a badge of honor to my affiliation with the tsaritsa."

you could never understand him, "so much for the tsaritsa is it ?"

he furrowed his brows at you, "just because you don't understand my dedication, doesn't mean everyone does. i do it for myself foremost, for my country and for my family."

"its alright tarti, man its alright", you put a friendly hand on his shoulder.

his face changed colors and he clenched his fists while raising his voice, "hey don't you ever call me that, that is not ever okay!"

you could only smile at him.

~

tartaglia, a government name or a work alias. a more formal name, used within business transactions and deals. accompanied with the glamourous, "11th harbinger" title and being a title in its own right.

the name was dangerous, scary and frankly powerful. a name which invokes fear in the hearts of enemies, but you could never see him as such. so much for being a man of many faces, you werent going to deny his battle prowess, but you werent going to deny his good humour either.

he was a good man, a killing machine but a good man. being a family man, he talked of his siblings in a land far away. a good ally, being present in every meeting and leading with an iron fist. a good friend, a best friend, for everyone and especially for you.

↪ ajax, a strong and brave hero from greek myth

his name, his real name. only ever known to the people closest to him. few fallen friends, his family, the harbingers... that was the extent of who knew his name.

identities were a big deal within the fatui, you knew the fact and so did he. was it intentional ? the more you thought of it the more it drove you crazy. ajax, a semi common name in snezhnaya, but it meant so much more when you thought of ajax, your ajax.

did you even have a right to call him yours ? you didnt even know.

~

"you were looking for me ? ", ajax called amongst the crowd, sticking his hand out as you say him a few meters away from you.

the crowd was pushing and your time was ticking. your mission was due and your boat would leave. lateness was not rewarded within your line of work, and you were bound to be shipped off far away. far away, to a place where you wouldnt see him, you wouldnt tell him what you wanted, what you felt.

"yes! but its too late!", you were pushed and pulled and squished, but you made your way through, you had to.

"it didnt matter anyways, dont worry about it! get off me!" you bumped against someone.

"i know its late, i know everything's not the way i wanted it and i had everything planned out i promise, but-" ajax screamed out, "i love you, i-, hey back off!"

grunting and curses in a language you didnt understand was heard across a multitude as you digested, what was admitedly a surprise to you.

you felt two familiar arms grip your shoulder, as he pushed strangers out of the way. you looked at him as he did the same and you couldn't describe it but he looked beautiful.

you loved him, loved the way he smiled. tbe way he laughed when you teased him, the way his eyes lit up when he pulled a prank on you. in that moment his eyes looked like those of a man in love, his smile lines present in the soft smile he gave you. his freckles, his eyes, he looked gorgeous.

"i love you too, a..", it slipped out, slipped out when you least wanted it to. you could say so much more, but you couldn't, "lot actually."

he was right in front of you and he looked gorgeous, even more so when he put his forehead against yours and he rubbed your nose against his.

"you can send cards while youre away, i dont care. take pictures will you ?" his eyes softened and he looked you straight in the eyes.

the word spread and you could hear it, ten minutes until the last passanger could board. the crowd cleared and you could see him.

ajax, your ajax.

he raised your hand and he pressed a single kiss before looking at you warmly, "better leave you know."

you nodded quickly and he chuckled nervously, "so letters ?"

he nodded as he started walking away, "letters."

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A/N: back after a pathetic year of not writing, haha hello ! not spelling checked, not peer read or anything. written at 12 am and im rawdogging this completely.

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—AMBEDO | NINE

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x OFC/Fem!Reader

Summary: You've been taken from right under Wednesday's nose. Finding you is a given, but it's really a question of who is saving whom. Wednesday shouldn't be surprised that she's complete entranced by the sight of a fallen faerie.

Warnings: canon level violence. long villain monologues. Enid & gang doing their best.

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Part Eight

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Ambedo: Noun. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.

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Wednesday touches item after item in your studio. She holds whatever Thing passes her and tosses it when nothing happens. Wednesday knows she can't force a vision, but that doesn't stop her from trying. Her hands run along the ground, trees, and furniture. 

Something—anything in this forsaken room should give her a clue as to what happened to you or where she could find you. 

"Wednesday?"

The voice was quiet, timid even. 

Wednesday doesn't need to turn to know who it is. She grabs one of your books, gripping it with force, willing a vision to happen. When it doesn't, Wednesday tosses it aside. "What is it, Enid?" She asks, her voice flat but frustration laced around her tone. 

"I've got everyone spread out and looking around," Enid updates. "I texted Ajax, and he's got some of his friends out searching too."

Wednesday merely nods tersely. 

"I'm going with Yoko to search, but I just wanted to tell you something before I left," Enid bit her lip. 

Wednesday turns, her eyes boring into Enid's with a dark intensity that her roommate is both used to and still finds unsettling. "Go on."

"I—" Enid sighs lightly. "I didn't want to say this in front of everyone else in case I was wrong, but I'm pretty sure now. I can smell someone else in here. The scent is stale like yours and Fae's, but it's a little stronger, more recent."

"Who else was in here, Enid?" Wednesday demands immediately. While certain people knew you had a studio, no one except Wednesday knew where it was. 

"Um," Enid murmurs, her brows furrowing. "That guy—the one who's always around Fae. Yoko said his father is an alumnus here. Harry?"

"Henry," Wednesday seethes, her eyes flashing and jaw clenched.

"Yes, him!" Enid exclaims. "Yoko and I are going to see if we can find him, but if we can't..." The words drag, but Wednesday already knows the truth of it. 

If they couldn't find Henry, then they'd found their culprit. 

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Enid: can't find him.

Enid: roommate says he hasn't seen him at all today and said he's been barely in his room. He usually apparently only returns around 1 to 2am lately.

Enid: I'm gonna search around in my wolf form with yoko. She'll text u with my phone with any updates.

Enid: also the black fuzzy blanket you had earlier in our room is gone. Did you take it?

Wednesday doesn't reply and clicks her phone to turn off the screen before putting it back into her pocket. 

1 to 2AM was when the two of you finished your nightly meet-up.

Wednesday definitely didn't move the blanket. Her eyes look back to the blanket in question. She recalls you telling her that Henry was a psychic who could create things. And based on what she's deduced so far, he could materialize his mindscapes into reality, but it seems that anything taken out of his mindscape couldn't last for prolonged hours if he wasn't focusing on it. 

Wednesday has touched everything inside this studio, and nothing has conjured a vision. It leads her to believe that you weren't taken in your studio. She exits and begins to look around. 

The first thing she noticed now that she was not blinded with rage and panic when she first searched for you was one of the tree trunks partially rotten. It was hard to tell with it being so dark, but Wednesday could spot the strange shape of the rot. She walks over to it and finds a single black feather resting on the ground directly underneath. 

Wednesday bends down to grab the quill of the feather, and the live wire shredding at her skin comes forth.

Wednesday sees you walking out of your studio. The day has rewound, and the sun is only starting to set. 

You look happy, with a serene smile and a single feather in your hand. But only after a few steps out do you tilt your head and refuse to take a step further.

Wednesday can hear it from your perspective. The way the wind oddly ruffles the leaves. There's a certain discomfort in her spine. 

"Who's out there?" Wednesday watches you call out and place the hand on the tree trunk. "You can't hide from me in the forest and whatever trap you've set, I can sense it."

There's a moment of tense silence, but you refuse to budge. 

A twig snaps as someone moves behind a tree. 

Henry steps out, and you relax slightly but keep her hand on the trunk.

"Henry," you look confused. "Why are you following me?"

"Well, this is annoying," Henry sighs. "You didn't notice the mindscape of your studio, but now you won't step into the new one I made? I wonder if it's because Wednesday's energy is so intertwined with the studio one I made. You lower your guard down so much when she's around," he hums. 

You look wary. "What do you want?"

"I want you to follow me," Henry smiles, but his eyes are hidden, and you can't determine his full expression. "Quietly."

"What are you talking about?" You frown at him. 

"Your wings," Henry says in a cavalier tone. "I need your wings. So, I need you to come with me to Crackstone's crypt so I can perform the ritual there. I still have some things to prep, but if you go to meet with Wednesday for your date, I'll miss my chance and the sap wont be potent anymore."

As you step back, you narrow your eyes at him, full-on in defensive mode. You're opening your mouth to say something, but Henry pulls out a small blowgun and shoots a needle that lands right into your neck. 

You stagger, hand at your neck to pull out the needle, and you instantly know it's made out of draeconium. You slump to your knees first before falling onto your front completely, groaning. 

Henry approaches with a syringe filled with a cobalt teal liquid. He steals you away, and all that's left is your feather and the rot you placed in the trunk.

Wednesday returns to reality, her hand on the trunk and the grip of your feather in her other hand. She pulls out her phone, typing a quick message to Enid before she takes off.

Wednesday: Meet me at Crackstone's crypt. 

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The room was dimly lit by candles. Where Crackstone's crypt used to be now stood a giant rectangle stone table. There were inscriptions carved into the table, and Wednesday knew immediately that it was a ritual for your wings.

Wednesday's eyes lay upon your limp form lying in the middle of the table. There was a chained collar around your neck bolted to the table. It was only long enough to likely let you sit up, but no further than that. She can see your body rising and falling with each breath, and there's a sense of relief. She's about to walk to you and wake you up when someone steps out of the shadows.

"I didn't think you'd actually find us."

That lanky, stuttering boy. Except he wasn't stuttering now. Wednesday's uncontrollable rage simmers inside her, but she tempers it. She needs to be rational if she wants to save you. 

Henry's long fringe normally covers his eyes, but tonight, they're pushed out of his face, combed stylishly over his head. It was no wonder that he covered his eyes, Wednesday thought. They would draw too much attention with their pale silvery glassy look. His eyes lacked pupils, but Wednesday was sure they were why he had such powers. 

"Of course, I'd find you," Wednesday sneers at him. "Only a moron would come back to Crackstone's crypt. How unoriginal."

Henry smiles at her, and it's utterly disgusting. "I suppose after your glory stories of last year, I expected you would and that you'd come here stupidly alone."

"I don't need a group to make you wish you were never born," Wednesday's face was stoic. "What exactly can you do? Your little tricks won't work on me now that I know what you can create. It's not real."

Wednesday takes a step closer, but Henry pulls out a knife. The blade was a pale pearl white with ridges, and the handle was made from wood. There was no doubt it was made from draeconium.

"Move any closer, and I'll plunge this right into her," Henry threatens. "I only need her alive, she doesn't need to be unharmed."

There's a moment that Wednesday hesitates, thinking about her chances. She has a knife in her own boot that she could use to cut his throat. But Wednesday eventually decides against it as she doesn't know where he might stab you and if it'll accidentally be fatal. He looks like an idiot.

Wednesday's eyes trail to you. Even though you're unconscious, your wings are slowly appearing from your back, unfurling slowly, and you haven't moved one bit. She eyes the chain in detest and wills you to wake up to no avail.

"I know her wings are injured, but I'm pretty cautious," Henry sighs but doesn't relax his form as he turns to point the knife at her. "I can't risk her potentially flying."

"What did you do to her?" Wednesday demands, her stance tense as she keeps a distance from the boy. "Why isn't she waking up?"

"She won't," Henry shakes her head. "I know she's told you about how draeconium sap can cut her wings out, but they can do so, so much more."

"Makes me wonder why she didn't tell you. Maybe she doesn't trust you as much as you think." Henry smirks at her. "Draeconium petals can be crushed into a powder and mixed into a liquid that will put faeries to deep sleep. It's poisonous and makes their body numb and unable to control their movements."

That would explain why your wings were coming out.

"How did you find out where we were?" Henry narrows his eyes at her. "I hear you're a witch, but I have yet to see you do anything amazing. If anything, you're insufferable."

"Thank you."

"You're always hanging around her, hovering like a goddamn vulture," Henry huffs. 

"Flattery won't get you anywhere," Wednesday raises her brow. 

Henry rolls his eyes. "I thought for sure her fae abilities would catch me following her around. At first, I couldn't get too close without her constantly turning around and nearly catching me. Before you started to get closer to her, I was trying to figure out for weeks where she was going every single day and night."

Henry smiles lightly at her. "The night you followed her after the siren's party, she heard both you and I were following her. But for some reason, she dismissed it and kept going. Your presence has always masked mine perfectly."

Then he smiles haughtily at her, his eyes filled with malice. "Thank you, Wednesday. Because of you, I was able to get closer to Fae without her noticing. And since then, the two of you haven't even noticed you've been in and out of my mindscapes for months."

Wednesday thinks back to the night she first followed you to your studio. You had turned around, and Wednesday thought it was her, but it was probably Henry you'd sensed. But her presence distracted you, and you kept going. 

She thinks back to Parents' Day and how she couldn't find you anywhere. She had gone to her room first to change before looking. Yet, you told her you'd been in her room waiting for half an hour.

Wednesday recalls the time you came to meet her, saying you just came from seeing Henry, but he couldn't conjure anything. But he had, and you just couldn't tell you were already experiencing it.

Wednesday thinks back to the day before the Poe Cup Race and how the three of you had been standing in the hallway. She had heard footsteps, but when she turned around, it was just Henry sitting at one of the arches. Those footsteps were probably from the outside of the mindscape. 

Wednesday grinds her teeth, keeping her mouth shut as she looks around the room for anything she can use. Her phone is in her pocket, and she can tell Enid has likely been sending her messages incessantly by the sporadic vibrations. Wednesday hopes that Enid will call her so she can try to pick it up, keeping it open in her pocket before she starts spouting things that will tell Enid where she is. 

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"This is weird," Enid mutters. "This is the crypt, isn't it?"

"It should be," Xavier looks around. "Something feels off, though."

Yoko is walking around, her glasses are off, and she looks up to see the moon. "This isn't right. Something feels wrong," Yoko says as she turns to the group. "This moonlight feels synthetic. It's making my eyes hurt."

Bianca looks around. "Henry was a psychic, right? What classes was he taking?"

"Um," Enid thinks of some of the classes they shared, but it was generic. Then she snaps her fingers. "Oh! He was taking psychitech! You know, the class where you can use your psychic powers to build things."

"What if this is one of them?" Bianca suggests as she looks back to the group. "What if this is what he could build? Fake rooms?"

"How the hell are we supposed to get out of this? It looks way too real," Xavier sighs, rubbings his face. 

"Let me try calling Wednesday," Enid pulls out her phone and dials. It picks up after the 4th ring, and Enid almost shouts into the phone when voices are already coming through.

"—couple relents, and an agreement is formed."

"Hold on," Enid says quietly, putting the phone on speakerphone. "I think Wednesday picked up, but she's with Henry right now."

The group listens to him speak, gauging the story with tense interest. 

"That's weird," Enid whispers. "It's quiet, but I can kind of hear an echo now."

"Hey Enid," Eugene whispers as he looks at her. "You put flowers in the Crypt when we came back to school, didn't you?"

Enid screws her brows in thought but nods when she remembers. "I did in the corner...to remember Rowan."

"What flower did you put?"

"I put a potted tristeria in there because they don't require any care. I didn't want to come back to look after it."

Eugene smiles. "I think I know how we can find our way in." He summons a single bee. 

"As long as there's pollen in there, this bee will find it." 

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"So?" Wednesday raises her brow at Henry. "Aren't you going to reveal your grand master plan? What your wish will be?"

"And why would I do that?"

"Because cliche villains like you can't help it," Wednesday drawls. "It's why you're all so embarrassing. You think you're so clever and the need to show your cleverness to someone overrides any smart brain cell in your head to be efficient."

Henry looks at her contemptuously, but he looks up through the open sunroof and realizes the full moon isn't in position yet, and he has time. 

"I'm an only child," Henry begins to talk.

"Here we go," Wednesday mutters under her breath, rolling her eyes.

"My father was an alumnus here. We come from a long history of psychics and old money, so coming to this school is really the only choice. My father eventually graduated and married another socialite. You know, the type that's well-bred and genetically compatible to produce another strong psychic to pass on the legacy," Henry continues to point the knife at Wednesday but waves his other hand whimsically to emphasize his point.

"Except," Henry sighs, like the next part will be tragic. "The well-bred socialite turned out to be barren in the womb. Oh, whatever will they do? How will they pass down this enriched legacy? They need another psychic to pass it down to!"

Henry smiles like a bright idea comes to his head. It looks unhinged, which Wednesday would normally find charming, but Henry's face disgusts her to her stomach.

"Of course, the only answer is to find a surrogate. Secretly, of course. It's too shameful to let anyone know. And that means our lovely little couple finds an outcast struggling to make ends meet three states over. She's barely got any psychic abilities, but she's better than nothing, right?"

Wednesday's listening, but her eyes are taking in his stance. He doesn't stand like he has extensive combat abilities like she does, and she's confident in her odds there. 

"The couple promised riches. They promised a better house and food that wasn't stale and enough money to let her live her days out comfortably. But our soft-spoken, poor outcast says she can't agree. She loves children, and if she were to have a child, she'd want to be able to see her visit that child. The couple relents, and an agreement is formed."

Wednesday stares at the room around her without moving her eyes. This was real, wasn't it? There were limitations to Henry's powers. How many rooms could be kept active, how long he could keep them engaged, and the objects inside the mindscape can't stay outside for prolonged periods.

Henry must've brought you here because he couldn't mimic the magic residue that surrounded this crypt. 

That meant the surrounding area of his crypt would be made up of mindscapes so no one could find them.

Wednesday wonders if Enid and the rest of the group were currently lost in one of his mindscapes, and they were closer than she thought.

"Everything seems fine at first," Henry's voice interrupts her thoughts. "The pregnancy goes without a hitch, but on the day of her birth, there were complications, and she passed away soon after. Still, she gives birth to a lovely, healthy son. All should be well, right?" The way Henry says it is filled with sarcasm.

"But what should be filled with fulfilling days is just scorn. The well-bred socialite can't love a son who isn't really hers. His eyes are a constant reminder that he's someone else's child. She doesn't want to hold him, touch him, or even look at him if she doesn't have to. The father has great expectations, but when his son can't achieve them, he's distant. They don't tell him the origins of his birth, so the child is left to believe his parents just can't love a disappointment like him."

Great, Wednesday thinks, another idiot with mommy issues. "That was entirely uninteresting and cliche," Wednesday stifles a yawn, annoying Henry.

"Yes, but I'm not quite done."

"Hurry on then. I'm considering dying might be better than listening to the rest of this."

Henry sneers at her but continues on. "The child thinks he's just unloveable. That it's just the way he is, and that's why his parents cannot love him. Until one day, he's rummaging through his father's study in hopes that there's something there that could help him strengthen his psychic abilities."

"Let me guess," Wednesday drones. "You found a letter from either the doctor or the coroner about the day your birth mother had you but your father had her killed right after."

Henry looks surprised.

"Amateurs," Wednesday huffs. 

"Yes," Henry looks miffed that his plot twist was ruined. "The doctor injected nightshade into her IV, and because she was poor, her death was never looked into after the report the doctor gave."

"So?" Wednesday raises her brow. "What are you going to wish for? Your birth mother to come back so someone might love you as pathetic as you are?"

"I'm going to rewind time," Henry reveals, scowling at her. "I'm going to go back in time and kill Tyler before he can awaken as a hyde."

"Why?" Wednesday demands. "That mongrel is already behind bars and rotting. Even if you rewind back time, he's not going to awaken his hyde for you. He has severe mommy issues just like you do, and you don't seem like the motherly type."

"Not to kill my parents," Henry snaps. "For me, for my life at Nevermore. Everything was perfect before Tyler came along."

Wednesday furrows her brows. "What the hell do you—"

"If Tyler didn't come along, Miss Thornhill would still be here and she'd be focusing on me!" Henry shouts, gripping his knife tightly until veins become visible on his arms. 

Wednesday's eyes scrunch up in disgust, her head bobbing back with disbelief. "You're doing all this for Thornhill?" Her tone hides none of the contempt she feels. "Are you an absolute imbecile? Thornhill was using Tyler because she hates outcasts. She hates you too, you stupid—"

"That's not true!" Henry thunderously shouts at her. "Tyler and I were different. She cared about us but she chose Tyler because he was stronger! I'm different now! I can help her achieve her goals and we will be happy after."

"No," Wednesday curls her lip at Henry. "You were her puppet until she decided you were useless and Tyler could help her kill everyone. You do realize that was her goal, right? You'd only be kept alive until she decides she doesn't need you in her normie world."

"Shut up!" Henry's red in the face as he roars at her, stomping toward her. 

Wednesday hardens her stance, bending her knees slightly to keep her grounded. She blocks Henry's attempt to stab her before using her other elbow to dig into his sternum. It makes Henry stagger back, coughing, and grip his chest, but he hangs onto the knife. He recovers quickly before he moves back towards her, swinging the knife back and forth.

Wednesday dodges, but Henry extends his arm, and it nicks her cheek. The cut stings, and Henry grunts as he tackles her to the ground. He meant to stab her in the neck, but Wednesday moved her arm just in time and stabbed the outside of her bicep. Wednesday grunts in pain when he rips it out. 

His height difference gives him the advantage, and they're rolling on the ground. The force of the tackle made the back of Wednesday's head slam into the ground. She can feel a warm liquid dripping down the back of her head, but she doesn't let it stop her. 

Wednesday knees him in his groin, which makes him drop the knife, roll onto his back, and hold the tender area with a groan. Wednesday quickly kicks the knife away and gets on top of him, punching him in the face before she wraps her fingers around his neck and squeezes.

Henry is struggling and wheezing, his hand wrapped around his wrist, attempting to rip them away, but Wednesday's grip is firm. She can feel his Adam's apple giving, and she squeezes tighter. 

Henry flails around, winding the back of his hand, and punches Wednesday in her temple. He wore a ring that dug into Wednesday's skin and ripped it open. 

The force and cut of it make Wednesday dizzy, and she's forced to let go as she staggers to the side. Henry is gasping for air but immediately scrambles for the knife. He has a cut on his brow from where Wednesday punched him, and his neck was wrung red. 

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Henry shouts, enraged as he grabs the knife. 

Wednesday is still lying on the floor, holding herself up on her elbow as she is holding her temple while her own blood coats her hand. 

The noise is deafening, and it makes you breathe deeply. 

You begin to stir, your fingers twitching. The sound of your leg moving grates against the stone table.

Henry and Wednesday snap their heads in your direction. 

"How did you..." Henry starts to say.

"Don't...touch her..." your voice is raspy and lethargic as you slowly sit up.

"Don't move," Henry threatens, grabbing the collar of Wednesday's shirt and pressing the knife against her throat. "Don't move, or I'll slice her neck open!"

Wednesday is staring at you. It's hard to see your eyes with your head tilted down and your palm pressed against your eye.

"How the hell did you wake up?' Henry seethes. "The draeconium should've kept you unconscious even when I started to cut your wings. You shouldn't have fought against it. This would've made all of it less painful."

The chain rattles as you move your palm away and look up at them. Wednesday could feel Henry tense, and she could understand why. 

Your eyes have transformed, and they were completely pitch black—even your sclera. You looked more like a demon than a faerie, and Wednesday felt her heart skip. She's entranced, eyes unable to look away. 

"I'm a high lord's daughter," your voice rumbles quietly, your eyes narrowing on them. "I'm a night faerie. You think I wouldn't be trained to have resistance against draeconium poison?"

Henry's jaw clenches, and Wednesday can't tell for certain, but she's pretty sure your eyes drop to look at the knife against her neck. 

"Let her go," you demand. "Let us both go, and the worst that will happen to you is an expulsion."

Your voice isn't threatening in any way. It's almost calm, and Wednesday almost scoffs that you'd think this psychopath would listen to you. 

"Expulsion?" Henry laughs. "The second Weems learns what I did, there's no way I won't be going to jail. My parents might just execute me out of shame."

"You could probably use your last meal to request to see your beloved Thornhill first, if she even agrees to see you," Wednesday mutters. The knife presses further into her neck threateningly. A thin slit of blood drips down from Wednesday's neck.

"There's only one way I'll let her go," Henry looks at you warily, trying to bargain. "Your wings for her life. I'll tie Wednesday up as leverage but the second I have your wings, I'll let her go."

"Only a moron would believe that," Wednesday drones, her face impassive. 

"She can't wait that long," you argue back, ignoring Wednesday. "She's losing blood in her arm."

"It's not fatal," Henry shakes his head. "I'll let you seal the wound up, but if I don't have your wings before the moon moves from the highest point in the sky, I will kill her."

"Don't bargain with me," you warn him, but your delicate tone doesn't scare Henry at all. 

Henry glares at you. He's losing his patience as he presses the knife further into Wednesday's neck, and she can feel it cut into her skin more. "There's nothing you can do but accept my bargain. You're lucky I'm even offering to let Wednesday go. I could kill her right now and still take your wings—"

Your eyes, filled with nothing but darkness, flash dangerously at him.

"Shit!" Henry suddenly curses, tenses up, and Wednesday sees his eyes cloud over. She knows that he can no longer see the way he's frantically looking around. She moves her head back, so the knife is no longer pressed against her neck. 

You suddenly spread your wings to their full span. Your wounds rip open, and blood rapidly rushes down, soaking your fingers and staining the stone table. They fill in the carved inscriptions but pour over onto the ground. 

You flap your wings, rising. The chain initially resists, but with another flap, it breaks like a measly string. 

You're hovering in the air, held up by your wings. Blood coats your shirt and cheek when your wings flap, splattering blood everywhere. 

It's terrifying how much blood you're losing, but Wednesday can't help the hitch of breath in the back of her throat. 

You look like a fallen angel. Like you fought tooth and nail before heaven cast you out.

You force your wings to their full wingspan and flap them with a reckoning force. The wind you create is so powerful that it forces Henry to fly back. He collides with a pillar, his body arches from the impact, and he gasps painfully. He drops the knife and falls onto his knees, coughing. 

You swoop down towards him, standing in front of him as you grab the collar of his shirt with both your hands, pressing him against the pillar to hold him up as he can't even stand. Henry is sure you've broken his ribs. 

"Lucky?" You snarled before seething at him. "Did you think because I smiled at you that I was kind? That I wasn't capable of hurting you?"

Wednesday looks down at her hand, covered in blood and soaked feathers that fell when you flew over her. The air is hard to breathe after your wings disrupt the air, almost like she's choking. 

This was what her vision meant. 

How utterly useless to figure it out now. 

All Wednesday can smell is blood, all she can hear is your breathing and the sound of your wings. Your voice—raspy and rumbling—is all she can hear. Even when she closes her eyes, the image of you in the air with your bloodied wings is imprinted—burned into the back of her eyes. 

Everything about you has taken Wednesday's senses hostage.

"Say, Henry," you say, and Wednesday feels a chill down her spine in the calm and light way you say it. "What do you think would happen to you if I dropped you from 1500ft? Do you think you'd die, or do you think you'd survive and just become paralyzed?"

"Please—" Henry whimpers, begging. He screws his eyes shut despite the fact that even if they're open, he can't see anything but pitch black. It's just instinct at this point.

"Let's see who's really lucky," you tell him, pulling him from the pillar, your wings fluttering. "You or me."

You're about to take off when you feel your shirt being tugged at. 

You look over to find Wednesday standing, parts of her temple crusted with dry blood while fresh blood pouring down a line. 

Wednesday is looking at you sternly, her brows furrowed deeply while hiding something else she is feeling—desperation. 

"Don't fly," she demands you, her voice serious. "If you fly, you'll lose too much blood and you won't make it."

You merely stare at her, and Wednesday wonders if you can even hear her.

"I'm okay," Wednesday tells you quietly instead. "We both are." She turns her head to look at Henry, who looks like he has passed out from the pain in his ribs. "He's done. He can't do anything anymore."

The words seem to reach you as you loosen your grip, dropping Henry, and he falls to the floor on his side. 

You turn to Wednesday, blood dripping drop after drop from the end of your wings. 

"You've ruined your wings again," Wednesday scowls at you, and your lip twitches. "You fool, they will never heal at this rate."

"They will," your voice was raspy. "I just need intensive care for the rest of the year."

Wednesday keeps her scowl at you, and you smile weakly at her.

"Thank you for coming to find me," you tell her, your voice lulls Wednesday.

"Of course, you were late," Wednesday relaxes her face as she looks over your wings. As much as she hated to admit it, this was out of her hands, and they needed the nurse.

You smile sadly, and it looks strange with someone whose eyes are completely black. "I missed our date."

"Stop with the look," Wednesday orders. "It's unnecessary. I can always plan it again."

You look happy, then. But you also look extremely tired. The black from your eyes fades and after a couple long blinks, they become normal again. 

"Thank you for saving me," Wednesday eventually says, her features looking soft as they gaze at you. "Even if you were stupid enough to ruin your wings."

You chuckle, but it's weak. You lift your hand, almost hesitating to touch Wednesday's face since your hands are coated in blood. But Wednesday leans into it, letting it smear her cheek.

You're so warm, and it's comforting to Wednesday. It was a sign you were alive. 

Making sure you paid for making her feel wretched over you would have to wait because all Wednesday can do right now is be thankful you're alive.

You lean towards her face, your lips hovering over hers. 

"Don't die," Wednesday quietly commands. "Ever. Especially without me."

You smile, and it brushes against Wednesday's lip. 

"Are you threatening me with a good time again?" you murmur. "But okay, only because you have such a way with words."

You're about to close the distance, but you slump against her instead, passing out.

Wednesday holds you securely, her eyes widening. 

Suddenly, Enid burst through the room. Well, first, it was a bee, and then Enid.

"We're here! I'm going to wolf out and beat that motherfuc—oh, you guys already won."

The group follows quickly behind Enid, taking in the gory scene.

"Jesus Christ, Addams," Bianca scowls at her. "Did you make Fae do all the work? What happened to the Addams that held someone hostage to torture them?"

Wednesday doesn't respond to the comment, merely passing you to Enid and Yoko to carry. "Take her to the nurse quickly."

"It'll be faster if I carry her in my wolf form," Enid says. "Let's take her outside first."

"I can do some first aid to hold her over," Bianca follows. "Let's get her near the river; I can use the river water."

They all take a moment to stare at you. 

"I didn't know she had wings," Yoko comments. "They're beautiful."

"If rumors of her wings go around, I will—"

"Obviously, we're not going to talk about them, Addams," Bianca rolls her eyes. "You don't need to threaten our lives."

Wednesday shrugs. 

"Let's just get going," Enid starts to move. Everyone begins to follow except Xavier. He stays and lingers around Wednesday.

"You need medical attention too," Xavier glosses over her, specifically the wound in her arm. 

"I'm fine," Wednesday brushes him off, turning around to stare at Henry on the ground. "You should go help them."

Xavier follows Wednesday's gaze. "I can help you carry him back."

"I'm not bringing him back," Wednesday monotones.

Xavier sighs. "Wednesday, I know what he did was horrible and he should die for it, but you can't kill him. Weems might—"

"I'm not going to kill him either," Wednesday interrupts. "You should leave."

"Wednesday—"

"Now, Xavier," she snaps.

Xavier hesitates for a moment before letting out a frustrated sigh and turning to leave the room.

Something scuddles into the room, and Wednesday turns to see Thing.

"There you are, Thing," Wednesday says. "Let's see if your scalpel skills improved."

PART 10

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 56)

Prologue/TOC | Previous (55) | Next (57)

Content Warning: NSFW/18+!! Gratuitous violence, hard vore, and excessive gore!! Includes people getting limbs amputated, castrated, stepped on, disemboweled, eaten in pieces, etc. DO NOT READ if you are squeamish!!

Word Count: 2k

------ Chapter 56: Butchery ------

Everything happened way too fast. When the men overheard the bombshell that the giantess princess was pregnant, Gio and Graham could only gape at Cesar in shock. Cesar, for his part, was too stunned to properly process this revelation. He wasn’t ready for the improbable news at all. He looked up at Bianca, searching her, but she refused to meet his gaze. He realized she was trying to shield him from her father, a very dangerous man.  

Indignation welled up inside him as he watched Ajax take her away. King Richard remained in the room, malice rolling off him in suffocating waves. The walls around them rattled with escalating violence as he clomped over, his torso eclipsing their view of the outer room. With a deafening crash, the roof was torn from its hinges and tossed to the ground. The men scrambled like ants as a colossal hand reached in and whisked away all the furniture, crunching the wood between strong digits before flinging it all away. Cesar hastily grabbed a wooden splinter that fell to the ground and concealed it by his side. 

They were completely exposed, with nothing to hide them. Their shock condensed into raw terror. The humans sidled against the walls of their bare enclosure like cornered mice, small and vulnerable. The giant hovered above them with unfathomable bloodlust, his massive face warped into a grotesque scowl. 

“So. Which one of you is responsible for this mess?” he boomed, his deep voice reverberating off the walls. The men cringed, dropping to their knees as if his voice carried physical weight that prevented them from standing. They exchanged panicked glances with each other, yet none of them spoke. Despite their overwhelming fright, Gio and Graham refused to rat out Cesar. 

The king’s frown deepened. He lowered his hand, eliciting distressed cries as the men scurried about in their glass box in a futile effort to avoid his deadly touch. He snatched up Cesar in his fist, gripping the man tight enough to expel the breath from his lungs. Cesar gasped and squirmed as his ribs bent from the pressure.  

The human saw the faintest glimmer of opportunity and stabbed the splinter with all his strength into the exposed skin of the giant’s palm. Hardon cursed with surprise, his grip slackening enough to drop Cesar onto the dresser. The tiny man bolted, but the giant slammed his hand down and smacked him back with his finger. He swore again as he pulled the splinter from his huge palm and flicked it away. Cesar’s blood turned to ice as the giant regained his composure with a hateful grin and licked a single droplet of blood from the wound. The fact that he merely shrugged off the desperate act of violence, and was perhaps even mildly amused by it, was more frightening than if he just got angry. In that moment, Cesar understood just how helpless he really was, and the futility of trying to fight back against such overwhelming power. 

“Filthy pervert. You’re probably the one that got her pregnant, aren’t you?” The giant drew a glistening knife from his belt with a deliberate movement, his expression contorting with rage. Cesar turned white as paper. Hardon jabbed the tip of the knife under the small man’s chin, forcing his head up. “I’ll make you pay for your sin!” 

He knocked Cesar down and pinned him firmly with his finger and thumb. Cesar struggled like a worm on a fishhook as the giant slashed the sharp blade of the knife through his shirt, nicking his chest in the process. Cesar flinched and whined. The king sliced through his pants next, stripping him nude. Seeing the human’s manhood made him extremely angry, even more so than before. He dragged the flat of the blade along his tiny thigh, drawing the vicious edge dangerously close to his junk. “I’m going to castrate you and cut you to pieces,” he growled. 

“No, don’t!” Cesar howled, but the sadistic giant had no intention of stopping. A sharp chop, quick and efficient as a guillotine, and Cesar belted out an earsplitting scream as his meat was severed with a gush of hot blood spilling down his legs. He screeched and bawled as he drowned in unbearable agony. The gleaming knife, splattered with blood, rose above his head and kissed his shoulder. “No... please...” he whimpered. 

“Yes!” the giant bellowed, full and loud. The brutal metal cleaved clean through his muscle, tendons, and bone, amputating his arm from his body. 

“Fuck!” Cesar roared. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He writhed and sweated and shouted, but there was no relief from the all-encompassing pain jolting through his flesh. His vision swam and dimmed. His mind immediately focused on the touch of cold flat steel on his opposite shoulder. “No!” 

Another slice, another life-shattering bolt of torture. Cesar let out a long, unhinged scream before he was reduced to sobs. “Please... no more...” he croaked. He shook with weakness and nausea as his body grew cold from tremendous blood loss. He blinked, but his eyes could only see darkness. A humid gust of breath flowed over his skin, followed by a massive slimy slab of meat raking across his gaping, stinging wounds. He cried out as he heard revolting crunching and popping directly above him, noisy and close, as the giant masticated his detached appendages. Flecks of gruesome warm liquid splashed on his skin, as well as shards of bone. His head was enveloped in wet, smelly heat, and thick ridges of teeth clasped his neck. The teeth bit down with a resounding crack. 

Gio and Graham shuddered in horror as they bore witness to Cesar’s grisly death. The giant king decapitated him before slurping up the rest of his broken body into his maw. He chewed laboriously, reducing the carcass that was once a man into puree. Sanguine rivers dribbled down his lips and chin that he lapped up with delight. He swallowed the bloody pulp, humming with glee. 

“Who’s next?” His two remaining snacks drained of color. He chuckled, amused by their squeaks of fright as he chased them playfully with his hand. He grabbed Gio, raising him high in the air by the collar of his shirt. “Gotcha!” 

“W-w-wait!” Gio protested as the knife, dripping with scarlet, approached his leg. “You already punished the father of Bianca’s child. Leave the rest of us alone!” 

“Hmm, let me think,” Hardon jeered, tapping his blood-soaked chin. “No.” He cut through Gio’s clothes and peeled off the fabric as if discarding the rind of an orange to access the succulent meat underneath. Gio was reduced to a sobbing mess, whining incoherently for mercy. Hardon bared his wide mouthful of square teeth, stained crimson, in a macabre smile. Gio spied the splinter of a femur wedged behind one of his canines, recognizable by the distinctive ball joint. 

“Nooooo...” he moaned as the teeth split open, revealing the voluminous interior of the gory, dripping oral cavity. 

“I’m going to enjoy this,” the giant taunted. His tongue emerged from the forbidding chamber and cupped Gio’s bare legs. He suppressed Gio’s frantic kicks by closing his lips over them as he drew his legs into his maw, circling his teeth around the fragile extremities. He chortled deep in his throat, excited for what was to come. 

He bit down, just above the man’s knees. Gio exploded with horrific screams of pain. Hardon swallowed the chunks of meat and guzzled down the streams of blood in thick gulps. His teeth advanced forward, past Gio’s thighs and pelvis to his abdomen. He crunched down with a messy squish, producing more tortuous screams. He gulped down the solid gob of meat and sucked out the strings of intestines, squishing them with his tongue as they scurried down his throat. Exhilarated by the flavor of his violence, he proceeded to clamp down on his chest, cracking his ribcage with ease, and sent the luscious meat to his eager belly. He pushed the remainder—the head, neck, and shoulders—through his moistened lips with his finger and slurped it down. The chunk of flesh disappeared into his stomach, rejoining the rest of Gio in bite-size pieces to digest.   

The king laughed devilishly as he loomed over Graham, cloaking him in his immense, ominous shadow. Graham was paralyzed with fear, with nowhere to run, and could only watch helplessly as the giant’s hand lowered over him, blocking out the light. He yelped as the huge fingers embraced him and lifted him out of the glass box with ease. Graham became dimly aware of a warm fluid saturating his crotch and running down his legs. He’d lost control of his bladder. 

Hardon rolled his eyes as he pinched Graham’s midsection with his thumb and forefinger. “Seriously?” Graham was too petrified to be humiliated by his incontinence. His mouth flapped open and closed like a fish on dry land and he quivered uncontrollably. He felt like he was having a heart attack with the rapid buzzing in his chest. 

“Let’s play a game. I’ll give you a five second head start. And don’t let me catch you after that!” the giant teased. He kneeled down and dropped Graham to the floor. Graham’s legs buckled underneath him, but he scrambled to his feet with adrenaline coursing through his veins. 

“One.”  

Graham bolted. He only had one chance to survive, and he wasn’t going to waste it. The giant door was miles away, but he ran towards it with desperation. 

“Two.” 

His lungs heaved and his heart raced. The muscles in his legs burned with fire. The hard stone beneath his bare feet pounded through his joints. His wet pants clung to his skin, hindering his progress. 

“Three.” 

Graham tripped over a crack in the stone, skidding his knees and elbows on the rough floor. He scrabbled back to his feet and kept going. A tremor ran through him as Hardon boomed with mocking laughter as deep and imposing as thunder, far above his head. 

“Four.” 

King Richard watched his pathetic progress across the floor with amusement. He grinned as he raised his enormous boot dramatically over Graham’s sprinting form. Graham, observing the sudden darkness, squealed with fright when he beheld the sole of the king’s shoe hovering above his head. 

“Five.” 

The king stomped down with brutal violence. A satisfying crunch underfoot was accompanied by a garish burst of blood. He scraped his shoe across the floor, giggling with glee that he had reduced an entire person to nothing more than a smear in an instant. 

Humming to himself, he wiped the blood off his lips, straightened his coat, and stuck the knife back into his belt. He was very satisfied, particularly with his full stomach. He’d gone too long without eating a human fatally, with the intent of actually digesting them. 

“Maid! Come here!” he yelled gruffly. Bianca’s maid timidly peered around the corner and entered the room, anxiety clearly visible on her face. “Clean up this mess.” He gestured to the shattered furniture and the lurid smears of blood. 

“Yes, right away, Your Majesty!” she sputtered. Hardon pushed past her, slapping her on the butt on the way out. He grinned when she shrieked with surprise, but his mirth was fleeting as he marched down the hall towards Ronny’s quarters. 

“This whole thing was a mistake,” he grumbled under his breath. He recognized now that he’d been in error, giving his children their own human pets. He’d done so with the intention of teaching them to be ruthless and in control, to take what they wanted when they wanted it, to instill in them a heartless entitlement essential to royalty. Instead, they’d grown attached to their little pets, enough for Bianca to lie to her father, and treat them like people, an affront to the natural order. He shook his head. He needed to rectify the blunder right away, particularly with concern to his direct heir, Ronny. Besides, he desired a new favorite, and he decided that Ronny’s pet would be better off in his care.

Chapter 57

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Bonus: I wrote a silly, non-canon, alternate version of this scene where the men survive with the power of Cesar's horniness. Obviously this would not work in the original story but I thought it was too funny not to share. Enjoy I guess lol.

“Start talking, little man,” he ordered. “Or else I’ll-” He stopped, brows knitting together in confusion. “What is that?” 

“Erm...” Cesar turned red as a cherry as he fidgeted in the gigantic hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it...” He moaned softly as his hard groin pushed against the inner curve of the gargantuan fingers coiling around him. “Getting dominated is really hot to me...” 

“Ugh! Nasty little freak!” The king, repelled, dropped him like a venomous snake onto the dresser. “Disgusting!” 

Cesar, overcome with lust and understanding the futility of trying to escape, didn’t try to run. If he was going to die here, he figured he might as well enjoy his last moments. He had to admit it was a pretty hot way to die, all things considered. 

The giant’s face contorted with rage. “Filthy maggot! Let’s see how you like it when I castrate you and cut you to pieces!”  

He pinned down the man with his finger and slashed the sharp blade of the knife through Cesar’s shirt, nicking his chest in the process. Cesar flinched and whimpered. He sliced through his pants next, stripping him nude. Seeing Cesar’s rock-hard erection made him extremely angry, even more so than before. The human was supposed to be scared; he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. He dragged the flat of the blade along his tiny thigh, moving the vicious edge dangerously close to his junk. 

“Oh yeah... punish me Big Daddy...” Cesar moaned obnoxiously. Hardon rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth. 

“Goddammit, shut up you freak!” he growled, but his aggression only seemed to arouse Cesar more. The giant groaned with frustration. “You’re ruining the moment, you stupid lunkhead!” 

“Fuuuuck that’s hot,” Cesar whined. The king shook his head and gave up, casting the knife aside with a clatter. 

“I can’t enjoy this when you’re making it weird,” he grumbled. “Dang it, I was looking forward to butchering you all, too...” The king loved violence and blood, but above all he enjoyed instilling terror into his victims. Cesar ruined everything. Deflated, the king grabbed up the two other men in one hand and dangled Cesar squeamishly by his leg, as if repulsed by his very touch. He wasn’t in the mood anymore. 

“This whole thing was a mistake,” he growled. 

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[aphroditesmoon]

how to get out of love (part ii)

xavier thorpe x reader

summary: It has always been the two of you, he just saw it too late.

warnings: mentions of blood and wounds.

a/n: thank you for the love in part 1! I hope you guys enjoy this as much<3

part 1

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°°°

It wasn't unusual for Xavier to sit alone as he watches his friends reunite with their family every year. He was never his father's priority, and thankfully it doesn't bug him as much as it used to.

What made this year even lonelier was the fact he didn't even have you to keep him company.

He's given up all attempts to talk to you after always being shut down.

Now he just stares longingly when you pass by him, wishing he could turn back time and redid everything he's done wrong.

He sighs as he watches Bianca walks away with her often distant mother. Even she had someone with her.

His heart aches and he knows it's his own fault, always wanting more than he needed, and ending up losing all he ever had.

You were nowhere to be seen today, his wandering eyes keep search of you.

He wonders if it's as hard for you as it is for him. Having no living family member left, loneliness was a part of your being before he came into your life, but you made it look easy when you shrugged his presence off your life, resuming back to silent days alone through classes.

Xavier snaps himself out of his thoughts before deciding to head towards his shed, if there was one thing he could do today was make the best of the solace.

°°°

Today was a no-off campus day, unless you had a guardian or parent with you, all students must remain inside. But being invisible was one of your specialty, literally.

You found yourself in your usual comfort spot deep inside the woods.

Though other people might fear going in this far, you were used to it. The forest was your home, even without a family, you had made it your own.

You spotted the large circle of mushrooms you've planted in the middle of the ground and sighed in relieved before slinging your backpack off before laying in the middle.

Even the most foolish of fools knew that fairy circles were nothing but myths, yet sometimes you'd lie in the circle with your eyes closed, basking in the sunbeams through the trees, imagining the dead hands of your fairy mother coming and whisking you away.

And then you'd wake up.

You had came here less and less since you've gotten close with Xavier, he became as close as a family could be to you.

But today, the tantalizing reminder of his offense burnt through your mind like adding salt to fresh wound, as if being forced to watch everyone with their families wasn't painful enough.

You have never felt more alone.

You jerk up suddenly at the loud sound of rustling bushes and frown at your surroundings, trying to find the source.

Getting up to investigate, you slowly walk while crouching down step by step, peeking inside the overgrown bushes in front of you.

An ear perked up and your breath hitches as you froze at the sight.

The loud meowing noise forces the air of relief to leave you, sighing heavily.

Your body relaxes and you let out a short laugh at your panicked state before reaching your hand out to pet the black cat.

Before you could touch it, it welps loudly and jumped over your head, pushing your back to the ground before running away.

"What the fuck." Your heart skipped fast at the sudden attack of the furry creature and you almost cursed it for rejecting your affection.

That was until you saw what it was running from.

Hand on your head, trying to soothe the pain the black cat inflicted, your eyes took it's time to notice the large lingering beast in front of you. And your legs fails you as it leaped forward.

°°°

"I don't have time for this Ajax-" Xavier groans at his friend for the fifth time as he grabs his jacket after covering his canvas.

"I'm telling you man- whatever you do, do not get her dog food as an apology gift." The gargoyle insists sternly after multiple suggestions on how to get you to forgive Xavier.

"Why the fuck would I get her dog food?" He asks confused.

Ajax shrugged, "I don't know, but I tried it with Enid once, let's just say it didn't work out well."

Xavier frowns at him and shook his head before turning to leave the shed, "Whatever just- lock the door for me when you leave, alright?"

He hears Ajax's 'I got you man' and focuses his steps towards the woods, his feet fast moving as his mind races equally as fast and nerve-wreckingly.

He knew why Wednesday suspected him as the Hyde, almost everytime an attack happened, he's there. He couldn't have told her of his dreams, his visions, of every single future victim, always almost too late appearing to him.

A girl like her would use such information againts him.

In times like this, he can't decide if he was grateful for mournful of his gift. If he can't make it on time to you, it'll all be for nothing, all this prophetic dreams he had gotten would just be another reason for him to hate himself even more.

So he runs faster.

He stops in his tracks as he reaches the middle of the woods, your pink hoodie by his foot.

His fear that he was too late, resolves immediately when he sees you on the ground. Bleeding from your stomach, but alive.

No monster in sight, only you and Wednesday Addams standing by your side.

He snaps out of his dazed state immediately when your eyes meets his and he does hesitate to crouch down, pulling you into his chest, blood and all.

He almost pull back in fear of you pushing him away. But when he feels you leaning in, gasping out his name, his hands doesn't let down his hold on you.

"I'm so sorry, im is sorry i-" He restrain falls as he squeezes you tight , apologizing profusely, feeling his heart cracks when he hears you sobbing through his shirt.

Your hands grip his shirt and he feels your body trembling, the realization of your condition hits him and he pulls you up to his chest before lifting you up from the ground.

"We need to get her help." His voice stern as he turns to Wednesday.

The girl only glares at him, "How did you know she was here?"

He flinches at her accusing tone and frowns.

"Because I know her. Now if you're going to keep accusing me of being the Hyde, can you at least wait until she gets help?" He snaps at her, clutching you right to him as you moan in pain.

Wednesday nods abruptly and starts walking forward. "We need to get her to the hospital, before too much blood runs out-"

"No! Not the hospital-" You bursted out She halts her steps and turns to you I'm confusion.

"This is not the time to play tough [name], you're fatally wounded and my expertise only goes as far as minimal wound stitchings." She scolds you, her voice raising.

You shook your head and pleaded to Xavier. "Just take me to the infirmary-"

He knew why you hated hospitals, how much pain lurked in that place for you, but he couldn't risk losing you.

"Start the car, I'm coming right behind you." He demands to Wednesday and running after her, ignoring your begging.

°°°

The surgery ended two hours ago, and the last thing you remembered was Xavier's voice begging you not to pass out, something about a concussion.

If you felt terrible earlier, now was just as bad.

Tubes of water needles straight into your arms, you open your eyes, taking in the white walls of your worst nightmare.

This was where your mother died, and it was the last place you wanted to be in.

Still, you were grateful that they'd fixed you up. You could barely move your lower body and your stomach aches terribly, but you were alive at least.

You look towards the door as a nurse enter with a tray of needles. "Hello sweetheart." She greeted you, seemingly pleased that you're awake.

"I know you probably feel horrible now, so I'm just going to inject some antibiotics and painkillers for you alright?" You nod weakly and surrender you arms to her as she does her work.

She leaves a moment after, the painkiller doing wonders for your pounding headache as you fall back into sleep, giving your body the rest it needed.

You snap awake at the sudden feeling of a presence.

Your hands tightly clutches the fingers holding yours.

"It's me, it's just me." He speaks up to calm you down immediately.

You breathed out a relieved sigh when you saw Xavier's face, sitting by your side.

"You're here." You mumbled out, drowsy.

"Always. I'll always be here." He assures you gently, his thumb tracing your knuckles before bringing it to his lips and kissing it.

"I'm sorry, I was too late." You shook your head and squeezed his hand. "You couldn't have known."

His brows furrowed and he attempts to read your sincerity. "You're not going to ask me how I knew?"

You smiled at him and shook your head. "Well I know for one thing you're not the Hyde, you're too stupid for that."

A shy grin escapes him and he snorts.

"Wednesday shouldn't have known I was there either, but she did, and she's not the monster too. So whenever you're ready to tell me your little secret, I'll be right here." You tell him understandingly.

It was that moment, all his past guilt comes slithering in. He was so stupid and he almost lost you because of it, he wouldn't trade you for the world, especially not for some random girl or ex girlfriends, you are more than a phase for him.

You're his whole life.

Before he could open his mouth the get a word up, you shook your head and shushed him. "Whatever you need to say, tell me after I get enough sleep." You forced.

He gulps and nods his head.

"Take your rest, I'm not going to leave you, not again."

Your eyes slowly closes again and let yourself relax in his presence.

"I know you won't."

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

RUNNING LATE part 2

Pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader Summary: Xavier tries to make it up to you for standing you up Warnings: swearing Notes: she's a little short but it's ok! I HOPE ALL OF YOU HAD A GOOD CHRISTMAS AND HAD A GREAT DAY! I LOVE YOU ALL

Part 1

Xavier thought of everything he could do for you to forgive him, he felt horrible for standing you up and just wanted you to know that he does, infact like you.

"you have to help me! you know how I feel about her!" Xavier whined to Ajax

"I also know how much it hurt her knowing you weren't going to show up" his friend sighed.

Xavier came to him when he ran out of shitty ideas he came up with to get you to forgive him, and Ajax was friends with Enid, so Xavier thought he'd have some sort of idea of what to do.

"please man, I'm desperate" the artist pleaded

"what do you want me to even do?" the Gorgon questioned

"I don't know" Xavier groaned

"well then I don't think I can help you, and besides, if Enid knew I was helping the guy who hurt her closest friend I think she might take her claws out of me" Ajax shrugged

"I don't know how to make it up to her, I just- I really want to show her that I care, That I want her. but I don't know how" he gripped his hair frustratedly.

"I think you have to figure it out yourself, girls like it when it comes from the heart, that shows you really care, if you do something that people always do it's just like what's the point? did you even try?" Ajax chuckled

Xavier looked at the snake boy confused, like he was crazy for knowing all this. he shook it off and decided not to question the boy.

"alright, ok" Xavier shook his head, scratching his scalp

"well, I'll leave you to it" Ajax patted his friends back, leaving him on his own

"for fucks sake" the Thorpe boy face planted on hi bed, groaning and yelling in his pillow

-

He had thought of every possible idea but nothing seemed to be good enough, he had searched the internet and still nothing sparked his interest, let alone yours, he knew that if he were to try any of these you would probably punch him in the face before he could.

his mind was all over the place and he was tired from loss of sleep from it.

throughout the last few days he's been asked why he stood you up and what he was doing instead of being there and it really didn't help him with the fact he's trying to fix what he did.

-

He paced in his room, saying it over and over again, and groaning when he got it wrong

"hey, so I know what I did was wrong but I know how to make it up to you" he said aloud

"and then she slams the door in my face" he sighed as he played the fake situation in his head

"just ask her out, it's not that hard, Xavier. it's so simple" he threw his hand around

but he stopped and suddenly ran out his room, sneaking to the girls dorms

he lightly knocked on your door and waited for you to open it

"what do you want?" you rolled your eyes at the boy

"to talk" he replied simply and putting his foot between the door and the frame, to stop you from shutting the door if you tried

"I don't want to" you crossed your arms

"I don't care, you're going to listen" he fought

"I don't think I will" you huffed before walking back, going to shut the door

"no, you are" he stopped the door with his hand and pushed it back, stepping in the room and closing the door behind him

"Xavier I don't want you here" you stated agressively

"again, don't care so sit down and please shut your pretty face up" he pointed to your bed

"no" you scoffed

"alright fine" he sighed before starting

"I have spent the last few days working my ass off trying to figure out how to make it up to you, spent hours on hours and lost sleep over it, I feel absolutely fucking horrible and I know- It's mine and only my fault for that but I'm telling you this because I didn't have to do any of that" he ranted.

you backed up into your bed and let yourself sit down

"but I did, because I care about you and want you to know it. I spent hours and days trying to figure out what to do but I could of walked over here and said it, because nothing would be good enough, anything I could of done wouldn't of been good enough for you or myself because you deserve so much better and I know that" he continued

you didn't know what you were hearing, but it was exactly what you wanted to hear and more.

"I don't know why I went off with her, I told myself it was to take at least a minute to clear my head from you because ever since I asked you to the dance, you were and are all I can think about, Ajax was getting annoyed at me for talking about you non stop so I told myself to give myself at most an hour to stop myself from over thinking it and getting nervous about thinking about you"

a small smile made its way on your face as he continued

"and I think my mind liked having a break and just let itself forget the dance and the time and I just lost it, I care about you and I really wanted to go with you, I really like you and I just got caught up trying to get you off my mind for at least a minute, You can still hate me if you want but I just thought fuck it and to tell you" he finished, taking a deep breath as he finished his little speech.

you were silent for a while, thinking of what to say

"you're an idiot" you laughed softly

"I know" he replied sheepishly

"but that would have to be one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me" you admitted "and it was pretty shit" you joked

he looked down as he thought of something to say

"did you practice that?" you asked as you stood up from your bed

he shook his head as you walked closer to him

you took a deep breath "I forgive you Xavier" you whispered

"you do! I promise you I will never make you feel like that again, please give me another chance" he begged

"I'm not sure" you bit your lip nervously

"ok, that's fine, I'll um- I'll leave you be now" although he was sad you didn't give him another chance, he started walking away from a smile on his face

that was until he was stopped by weight on his back.

you had trailed after him and hugged him from behind, resting your head on his shoulder blade

"you alright there?" he laughed at you

you hummed and nodded you head against his back. he turned around in your embrace and looked at you now snuggled up into his chest

"what's this for?" he raised an eyebrow

"You only get one more chance" you mumbled

he smiled widely and hugged you by the waist, pulling you closer

"I promise I'll make it worth your while" he kissed your head

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@melsunshine @sophiaj650

and @sanjuanas the part two to your request!

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[ms-unfortunate24]

NO THOUGHTS JS KEEGAN X MEDIC! READER🙏🏽🙏🏽⁉️⁉️ -💋

Keegan x Medic Reader

(Reader by default will be Gender neutral unless specified by requestee. First request making me giggle🤭🤭)

Reader Inserts: Y/N= Your name, Y/L= Your last name, Y/CN= your code name, Y/H= your hair, Y/HC= your hair color, E/C= Eye color, H/S= Hair Style, N/N= Nickname.

You spun around in your chair, bored, and not able to focus on the paperwork you had to fill out for your last patient Logan Walker. Being a medic for the ghosts meant constant work, there were almost no breaks for you or the other medical staff. Each medic was assigned to their own team, and you just by the luck of the hat had Logan, Merrick, Hesh, Elias, Ajax, Keegan, and Kick. They’re oddly such a lively group, always making jokes, and asking questions even when they’re losing blood faster than a running faucet. Almost every member had visited you frequently… almost.

You shot up out of your seat in realization and searched your medical records on each member, “Keegan…. Keegan….Keegan P. Russ” you mumbled to yourself as you found his file, he had absolutely no visits to you and it’s been damn near three years. You had a file, it had his name, his basic information like height, weight, and medical history, but, no visits to you. You bit the inside of your cheek thinking long and hard about this. ‘Has he been going to a different medic? No, they would’ve reported it to me’ you thought sitting back down and spinning in your chair. ‘Maybe he’s a robot? He acts like one… a big, cold, dumb piece of metal-’ your seat was stopped by someone’s hand, and you looked up to see the legend himself. “Researching on me?” He quickly asked looking down at what you were holding in your hands, “Uhm, just a check on your file- Any reasoning for your visit?” You asked, your cheeks started to turn a certain shade as you realized he probably watched you spin the for a good minute.

He nods and gets up from the hunched position that he was in to peer in on you. You scooted your office chair back slightly and stood up, “Well then, Sargeant Russ, if you could please take a seat on the examination table,” you said motioning your hand towards the table, he limped over and sat on it, that was when you realized his right calf had a nasty gash in it, you looked at the floor and noticed a small trail of blood. “Uh?! Did you like not wanna tell me about that?!” You said rushing to grab a cloth and some disinfected spray. “I didn’t want to interrupt the spinning intermission,” he said as you sprayed the wound and dabbed the cloth on it to clean anything that could cause infection. “So what happened?” You asked looking up at the masked man, “I was jumping through a window, landed wrong, a chunk of glass got my calf and now I’m here,” He said looking away from you, but he avoided coming to you for three years and probably had far worse injuries…. He then looked over, his icy blue eyes looking at you, they were so dull it was like there was no soul there, usually when you were to look at someone with his eye color you could see more than you would with people who had darker eye colors. “You’re lost,” he said, you snapped out of the small trance and scanned his masked face in confusion. “What do you mean?” You titled your head slightly, “You’re just lost, and I’m still not bandaged up,” he said reaching his hand out to touch your arm, guiding you a bit closer to him. “Y/CN, I came to you for help, please don’t disappoint me,” he says as his face is only inches away, the smell of his mask’s paint, a bit of his sweat, dirt, and men’s cologne filled your senses.

Keegan’s POV:

I pulled them in by the arm, “Y/CN, I came to you for help, please don’t disappoint me,” I said as I looked them in their E/C eyes. I went three years avoiding them, I was scared of looking weak, but every time the team would come back from their office they would talk about how fun Y/CN was, how they would joke with them, scold them, how just by them visiting Y/CN their day would just get better. It finally got to me and I decided to stop taking things into my own hands and let a professional look at me, I mean there were so many times I fucked up a stitch… being this close to them made me realize how much I was missing out, they’re just so alluring, I admired their face for a hot minute before they cleared their throat that’s when I looked away. “I’ll be sure to finish you up and get you outta here as soon as possible then,” Y/CN said as they flashed a quick smile, They got up to go grab the medical supplies. I looked around their office, It was a standard office with F/C colored decorations all around, I saw a framed picture of them and a man who seemed to be from years before they joined.

Normal POV:

You came back with the supplies needed to care for Keegan’s gash, It wasn't too bad, just needed some bandages. You noticed his eyes wandering to a corner of your office, Turning your head to see what he was looking at you saw a picture of you and your friend from a resort vacation. “I'm attractive huh?” you said, Keegan snapped his head back so fast your heart dropped He didn't say anything either, he just looked at you. You shook off his reaction and got to bandaging him, You heard him wince a little and then looked up at him “I'm sorry are they on too tight?” He let out a breath and shook his head. “No, I am curious though, may I ask something?” Keegan says looking at you as you finish the bandaging process. “Sure, ask me anything!” you said, looking into his file and jotting down some notes. He shifted in his seat a bit before looking at you, “Are you free next week? Same time?” He asked, you looked up a bit confused by what he meant. “Well, I’d be in my office at this time, why?” You said, your attention was now fully on Keegan. “I’m going to be injured same time next week, so be ready for me,” Keegan says, he stands up and walks out of the room. That had to be the weirdest interaction you’ve ever had with someone but you did get what you asked for and that was a visit from Keegan…

Next day:

You were heading to your office around 06:00, your vision was quite blurred from yawning, you made it to your office door jumbling your keys and opening it. Before you stepped inside you accidentally kicked something, you looked down to see a gift bag, it was light blue with a navy blue stripe that crossed it diagonally. You picked the bag up and brought it inside your office, nobody had gotten you a gift at work before. You see the card attached to the outside of it and you open it. ‘Thanks for fixing me up yesterday, I’m sorry for never coming to you before. I asked for your schedule and saw that you were free on Saturday, maybe we could go get some coffee, my treat- Sargeant Russ’

My number-> XXX-XXX-XXXX

You smiled and then looked inside the bag, it was a book, the one you’d been telling everyone that you wanted to read. Once you took the book out there was something else in the bag, it was a cute duck plush. You laughed at it, trying to decide if the plush was cute or childish.

(Yeah lmk if we wanna see that date or not.)

[vikilinda]

A LITTLE FAVOR

pairing(s): Georgie farmer x fem!reader

Summary: Your roomie asks you for a favor that you charge him in a scene, and it ends up being the best favor of your life.

"Oh please"

"Nope!"

"You just have to put on the wig and no one will notice"

Emma, ​​your co-star and friend, begs you to cover her in a scene, the two had become friends when they were both in the final casting test, it cannot be said that both had gotten the role.

"Come on, you don't have to say any dialogue"

Emma had been begging you to cover her in a scene tomorrow, of course you had been telling her no all this time. Something interesting about both of you was how much you two looked alike, not enough to be twins but you do share quite a few similar traits.

"And why isn't Jenna covering for you!"

Jenna, who has been watching you fight Emma, ​​peacefully shakes her head as she continues to eat popcorn.

"I have scenes tomorrow, even if I wanted to I can't"

"Oh come on y/n, you're my only hope, if the scene doesn't shoot tomorrow they'll have to push everything back to January"

You deny.

"It won't be that someone is like this, it's because of her scene partner"

You quickly give Jenna a dirty look. As much as you wanted to deny it, Jenna was only telling the truth, if you accepted your scene partner, it would be Georgie, of course that wasn't the problem, the real problem came with the scene, which was a kiss between Enid and Ajax.

¡You couldn't kiss Georgie!

You and Georgie were good friends, spending almost every day on set together, even seeing each other for off-set dialogue practice quite often. But you couldn't kiss him, not after you'd tried so hard to drown out every little hint of any feeling for him.

"Is this all about Georgie? But if you guys are good- OH. MY. GOOD"

Emma, ​​who seemed to have understood the situation, looks at you with flashing eyes and open mouth. Apparently your little secret had been discovered.

"All the more reason you have to cover me tomorrow"

"I can't"

"Y/n this may be your best chance to find out if he has feelings for you."

"And in the worst case you'll have kissed your crush and you'll have the whole spring break to forget about it" Interjects Jenna.

"Oh thanks"

"Oh come on Y/n, Jenna's right, this is a win/win for you. Please"

You sigh. You were definitely going to regret this.

"Fine…i do it."

"YESS!"

Both girls jump on top of you to celebrate, the three of you end up on the ground laughing out loud.

"I'm going to regret this so much"

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"And…Action!"

Your heart gallops when you see how Georgie finishes the short sentence of her character, your scene was the last one to shoot so when you turn around you see almost all your friends and setmates, that only makes you more nervous.

Georgie starts to get closer to you but you just freeze to the ground. Why can't you just be professional, kiss him and end this.

"Sorry"

You don't wait for an answer and you just run to the closest place you can find, of course it ends up being one of the corridors of the school set. Why couldn't you kiss him? Why did you have to run away? God, what is wrong with you!

"Hey…are you alright?"

You don't know if you are exalted by the shock of not knowing that you had someone behind your back, or by the specific British accent of that someone.

"Yeah, I just needed to get some air"

"Are you sure?"

You nod. You still had your back to Georgie but it didn't take much of a look to know that Georgie was far away from you, you felt how close her body was to yours.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Georgie, seeing that you wouldn't turn around, he does, you look at the ground but he bends down in search of it. Georgie knew something was wrong, he knew you perfectly, you never got like that for a scene, not even that time you had to jump out of a window; So seeing you in that state he can't help but worry.

"Is it because of the number of people? Because I can tell Percy to distract them while we record"

"It's not that"

Georgie was a very patient person, very few things managed to get on his nerves, this was one of the few things. You kept looking away while giving monosyllabic answers, was he the problem? Had you been angry with him and hadn't noticed? He hadn't brushed his teeth?

Georgie takes your face in his hands and gently lifts it up so you can look into his eyes.

"Is it me? Can't you record the scene for me?"

Your lack of response confirms it. The look in his eyes kills you and makes you feel like the worst person in the world, he had only cared about you and instead you just avoid because you can't admit that it makes you so nervous that all body heat runs out of you.

"I'm sorry, I never wanted you to feel uncomfortable. It's because of the breath, right? I never should have let Percy do the shopping."

You laugh and that makes Georgie feel better at least you're not mad at him.

"You don't make me uncomfortable and your breath is fine, I swear."

"And what is it? If you don't tell me I won't be able to fix it, y/n/n"

Here you were, if you were going to take out the bandage you were going to do it in one move.

"It's just… It's just that you make me nervous"

Georgio was a poem, you didn't know if he was confused, scared or surprised. Or if he at least had understood what you wanted to say.

"I can't kiss you because every time you got closer I felt like my heart was going to explode or run away. And I couldn't tell you anything because I didn't want to damage our friendship, although from your face you may not even understand what I'm trying to tell you…"

Georgie doesn't give you time to finish when he locks your body in his arms and his chest, making sure that this time you weren't going to run away anywhere. Join your lips with his.

You were kissing Georgie! After all they had ended up kissing and you had to admit that it was much better than you had imagined. When they separate, Georgie runs her gaze over your face, smiles.

"I was the one who asked Emma to switch scenes with you."

"What?"

Your eyes widened at her confusion, a smile beginning to escape from the corner of your lips. Georgie had planned all this.

"I couldn't leave without at least trying something. Those two months would have eaten my head"

"So you convinced Emma that she'll help you?"

"It was more blackmail on her part, but let's say yes. Are you upset?"

Emotions did not fit in you, how could you be upset? Georgie had gone to all the trouble to come up with a plan and blackmail your roomie just so he could kiss you.

"Y/n?"

You don't answer, not with words at least. You take her face in your hands and kiss it. Georgie takes a few more seconds to react, but when he does, he encloses you more in his arms, letting herself be guided by the dance that guides your lips.

They both smile when they see each other.

"How about we finish filming the scene, and after what it takes to get all this blood off of us, we go on a date"

"I'm lovin 'it"

[ho3smadd]

Die for you

Paring:xavier thorpe x reader

Warning:tw mentions of bruises and swearing

Summary: y/n and xavier haves always hated each other, always competing in school and in art but what happens when a normie hurts his rival

For years the was a rivalry between xavier thorpe and y/n l/n. No one knew why or how the rivalry began but maybe it best not to

A screaming match took place in the quad, though no one even batted an eye at argument. See the students of nevermore all were used to this. Many screaming matches happened in the quad but only with the same 2 people

It would always end the same way too,with xavier and y/n storming off in the other direction and today was no different

Both going in opposite directions to avoid each other

Y/n needed to get as far away from xavier thorpe as possible. The boy was completely infuriating, with his stupid perfect face and his obnoxiously soft hair.... she hated everything about him

The girl entered the Weathervane Cafe and took the booth in farthest corner of the coffee shop after ordering her usual coffee and brownie

Mindlessly scrolling through tiktok when a hand slammed onto the table. She looked up to see 3 normie bullies

"Can I help you?" Y/n asked the boys in front of her, clearly unamused

"Yes actually" one of the boys grabbed her while the others helped drag her to their school to send a message to nevermore

Xavier could barely calm himself. He knew he couldn't carry on like this any longer. It hurt more than anything,pretending like he didn't care at all, as if it wasn't killing him. He made up his mind, he needed to find you

Xavier had been searching the school for you for hours almost giving up, when he saw a figure limping at the entrance of the school

It was her. The girl he'd just spent hours looking for except she had bruises all over her body and looked as if she'd fall over at any given moment.

Xavier ran towards her, stopping in front of her "who did this to you?"

Y/n scoffed,after hours of torture she didn't need more pain "it doesn't matter"

"of course it matters, someone hurt you" xavier sighed frustrated

"Why do you care if I'm hurt , it doesn't make a difference to your life " y/n tried to walk away but winced from pain

"BECAUSE IM IN LOVE WITH YOU." xavier yelled out finally having reached his tipping point

Y/n froze in her place "don't be mean , please I'll take any other games just not this. I'm begging you xavier "

The boy hesitated but stepped towards her "I'd never be that cruel. I'm tired of lying to myself and to you. I've been in love with you since you got to nevermore and I got scared so I decided to pretend that I hated you. It was easier that way."

The girl's eyes welled up with tears "we are such dumbasses , I pretend to hate you but I never could."

Xavier didn't say anything but interlocked their hands and took her to the nurse , staying by her side the whole time until she fell asleep

Then only did he go to town with ajax and hurt the people who hurt his girl and when she woke up he was by her side again

"Xavier did you mean what you said?" The girl looked at him with hope

"I meant every word. I love you y/n-

He was interrupted as the girl pressed her lips to his and pulled him into a passionate kiss

Hi guys I'd really love if you request <3

[astolfofo]

it's that shittly written in 45 minutes for me. Anyways enjoy this short childe thing I made holy shit my writing skills degraded into the negatives. (i've realized i can't write for this ginger shit)

yandere tartaglia (or childe or ajax idk what he's called man) x reader

i got too lazy to make this longer or more detailed lmao.

also @yandere-romanticaa hi.

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Your hand hovers over the solid black line. An empty space indicating the need for a signature, your own signature, to resign. You had read the paper several times. You had almost memorized the terms and conditions, word by word, but you couldn’t bring yourself to scrawl your own signature on the sheet. 

You just couldn’t do it. You were too scared to do it. Resigning would be betrayal to Childe, and even though he could not stop you from leaving, he would still find his way back to you, anyways. You’d have no say in the matter and he had made that clear a long time ago. He would undoubtedly search every nook and cranny of Tevyat just to get you back. He would kill countless men, women, and possibily children, just to get you back. He said that he’d fill the oceans up with blood if he had to. If that meant you’d never leave his side. 

And you could tell he meant it. Down to every last word. 

But the taste of freedom from your job had always been tempting. Despite the job security and high pay, you simply could not stand working for the Fatui. It was a dead-end job; unfulfilling on a good day, and traumatizing on a bad day. Countless times had you needed to raise your blade without hesitation, and countless times have people pointed their blades on you. To the people, you were an enemy, and to the Fatui, you were nothing but a discardable tool. Replaceable and worthless. 

Your hand inches closer to the line. One simple scrawl would be enough to get you out. But it also wasn’t worth it. The entire process wasn’t hard, in fact. Childe was currently on a trip, and he wouldn’t be getting back for another week or so. All you needed to do was sign your name, present the papers to the second in command, pack your things, and leave. Then you could go back home, you could do anything you want, no strings attached. You could return back to your life in solidarity before any of this happened; before you met Ajax, before he challenged you, and before you had lost. You could live your life as a nobody again. A dream you had dearly longed for. 

You considered that idea. It was tempting. In fact a week was enough for you to not only get back home, but also conceal your traces. You were good at hiding enough, that it would take years for Ajax to hunt you down. You were good at fighting enough, to fend off his accquantainces. Possibly not himself, but you could last in a long enough fight to escape from his grasp. 

It’s worth it. You think to yourself. You put your pen on the paper, and sign your name in a single motion. You stare at it for a second. Your signature almost looks like a scar within the paper but you decided that didn’t matter. It must be done so you could get away. 

Without any more hesitation, you walk up to the door, towards the secretary, and hand them the paper. They take it in mindlessly, read it, and nod. Easier than you expected, you would have expected some resistance within that, but you supposed not. An employer, after all, cannot stop you from resigning. 

Quickly you walk back to your office, not thinking much. The sooner you’d get out, the better. You grabbed your bag from underneath the desk, and took the few essential belongings you had. The less you took, the quicker you could travel. After stuffing them in your bag, you then put on your jacket and opened the door again.

The singular window in your office told you it was about sunset. If you were able to move at night, you’d be able to get out of Shezenaya in about two to three days. You’d have to keep moving no matter what. Ajax could catch up to you in no time. You couldn’t waste a single second. You fished out the key for the office door, and locked it. 

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You had forgotten how difficult it was to travel through the knee-deep snow. It was almost impossible to run through, and it was took so much effort to walk through, that it might as well have been a year until you were able to get through it. Most people would have used other methods of transportation, but considering resigning the Fatui often made you a social outcast, you decided against taking a nearby boat or the train. 

It had been a full day of walking before you had been able to find a place to rest for a little bit. It was a small inn in the middle of nowhere. Almost too good to be true. 

But you needed to keep going. 

Yet every single inch of your body was so exhausted that you weren’t sure you could go on for much longer. 

You debated this in your head for some time, before deciding that it would be the best course of action to take a rest for the night, before going on. You trudged on for a few moments, before opening the door.

The lobby was empty. There was no one there. You look around for a second or two, observing the surroundings of the fireplace, and the comfortable wood structures, before a creeping feeling comes up. 

This doesn’t feel right.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, instead subconsciously gripping on to your blade, as if it could protect you.

“Who’s there?”

No response. You sigh, and lower your blade a bit. You walk towards the check-in counter, and peer over. Immediately, you cover your mouth and lean back. It’s a dead body. Throat slit, with the blood dried, and covered over the floor. By the looks of it, it had been dead for serveral days. 

You back a bit. Immediately you run back towards the door, reaching for the handle on your last step. But before you make it, you hear footsteps. 

Shit. Now this person’s gonna think I murdered him. What do I do? What do I do? What do I…

“I told you what was going to happen if you tried to leave.”

It’s a voice you know all too well. As you reach for the handle, a hand covers your mouth. You try to pry it off, but you can’t. Your hands are too shaky, and your strength had been greatly reduced by walking through the snowy terrain. You pull and pull, while the other arm snakes around your neck.

Out of desperation, you step on his foot, hoping he would loosen enough for you to break away, but instead he slams you against the wall, causing your vision to become blurry. “You know what happens when you try to fight, right? You won’t win, you never have.”

Your turn around to see Ajax’s face. He’s almost smiling, but his voice was so flat and monotone. A giveaway sign that you had really fucked up this time. 

“I got out of my trip early, you know? Just so I could come back and see you. Never did I expect you to try and resign from your job. You want to know why the secretary didn’t question you at all when you left?”

You don’t respond.

“I said do you want to know why?”

You know he wants you to say yes. Without thought, you nod. 

“I told them that if you resigned, do not process the paper. I had a feeling you might have tried to escape, but never did I think it would have happened so soon.” He chuckles, “Never did I think you were lying to me this entire time. I must say, I am impressed with your ability to hide yourself from me. After all, before I had left, you had physically locked yourself inside a closet, just to avoid being taken to Shezenaya.”

“But. (Y/N),” you feel a blade just touching your neck, “I can’t let you go. You belong to me. And I don’t care if you don’t want to be with me. I don’t care how much you’re going to fight me. I don’t care how many people I’ll kill. You’re going to stay by my side.”

“And you don’t have a say in it.”

[daughter-of-the-stars11]

A stoners heart

Ajax x vam!reader

Warnings: plants

Genre: angst that ends in fluff

You and Ajax had been together for over 3 months now and couldn't have been happier having been friends since childhood before you were turned. Later on in life, your parents decided to enroll you in Nevermore, the school for outcasts such as yourself.

You did make friends and became rather close to Ajax's own friends Enid herself took you under her wing to show you how to survive in the school.

However, it was a known fact that your boyfriend and his best friend Xavier were stoners no pun intended in Ajax's case. Other People who weren't as close to you as your group of friends were wouldn't see it as such a big deal but your friends did.

You see you were very different compared to your boyfriend, soft-spoken and often described as a trembling bunny which earned you your nickname “bunny” or “bun bun”. Nose twitching or coughing when even the smell of the plant even came close to you. Although your boyfriend found it cute and funny to watch you squirm in his lap as he took a hit during one of the many dorm parties.

His friends didn't see it the same way he did. they couldn't even begin to understand how the both of you worked and they didn't want to and that's how you landed in this situation.

His sweet little bunny perched on his lap talking with her best Enid. Xavier passed him the blunt for his turn, as he blew out the smoke into the reader's face she let out a little cough but non the less smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

Xavier just had to open his high of the face of the earth mouth.

“Ajax come on man how long are you guys gonna keep this up?” Xavier had a big smirk on his face which fell as Wednesday smacked the back of his head

Ajax just watched as you slid off his lap and began to walk toward the door exiting the dorm. He quickly went after you only catching the beginning lecture his best friend was about to get from the two short tempered girls.

After a while of searching for you, he found you in your dorm, tear-stained face cuddling into the soft grey bear he had given you on your first date.

Ajax wasn't prepared for your following words at all in fact they broke his heart and threw him off his high

“Why are you still with me.... He has a point you know... What are we even doing together” sentence after sentence shattering his heart into pieces. “What do you mean what are we doing together we're together because we love each other even Wednesday said we're like yin and yang we balance each other like two pieces of a perfect puzzle”

he spoke as he sat down at the edgy of your bed brushing the hair out of your face look at you as if you were an angel. You couldn't even speak because of how many emotions you felt. Relief, loved and cherished and you snugged your face into his hand

As the night began to end Ajax alone in his room could only think of one thing. Kicking Xaviers ass for making you cry

[theodysseyofhomer]

this is not to single anyone out, but i have a lot of new followers, and i would just love for you all to know... the search function on my blog is operational. if you search for epic the musical, you will find that i have dabbled in it. it is slightly annoying to be asked over and over whether i've heard of it, even by lovely, enthusiastic, friendly people.

i have another reason for not answering those questions, which is that when someone is being enthusiastic and friendly to me, i don't want to be mean to them. but if i'm going to speak from my heart as an odyssey lover, i don't think epic the musical is that good. it doesn't especially interest me as a standalone piece, but i also don't find it provides much insight on, or compelling points of comparison with, homer's odyssey. i'm glad you're all having a good time! please stop asking me about it.

bullet point review below the cut, for those who are more curious about my opinions.

things i like about epic:

astyanax's murder doesn't get brought up a lot in stories that are sympathetic to odysseus. it's optional when adapting the odyssey or the iliad, but i am definitely of the opinion that odysseus did it, and even if he didn't, he convinced the other greek leaders that it needed to be done.

the athena/odysseus duets.

i found the reframing of polyphemus' blinding compelling, where he's doing the same thing he does in the odyssey for a different reason. i also liked that the audience doesn't learn his name until he reveals it to polyphemus. that's a neat touch.

earwormy as hell.

the fanart! i saw odysseus fanart maybe 3 times a year before the troy saga dropped. i'll take that trade (for my sanity when i try to navigate the tags).

jorge seems to be invested in odysseus/penelope, which is like the bare minimum to hold my attention, but still.

anyhow jorge seems charming; all his videos and interactions with fans seem nothing but excited about what everyone can contribute. commissioning wolfy to animate a trailer? widely regarded as a great move.

things i don't like about epic:

as gutsy as i think it is to start with astyanax's murder, the main thing to me is not whether his hands physically threw the baby, but whether he is in some way responsible for it. more than that, astyanax's death isn't divinely mandated: it's a ruthlessly pragmatic preemptive strike against vengeance that the greek leaders are afraid of. it's 100% human. so framing it around zeus, known troy stan, forcing odysseus to do it and he feels so so bad about it ????????

baffling to me to start with a moral conflict about infanticide, and after committing it, odysseus is still like... maybe kindness is brave? maybe i'm not a ruthless person? please be serious. you murdered that baby.

(been talking to @littlesparklight about this but you could have started out with some version of sophocles' ajax, a death caused by the gods that odysseus actually is complicit in when he didn't necessarily want it to happen. i digress.)

don't like the way the fandom talks about astyanax, specifically, as if odysseus raising a kidnapped trojan boy whose people were destroyed and whose mother was sold into slavery in another land is ever going to be a fluffy au and meanwhile odysseus did very much murder that baby, so!

the songs are not... good. like i said, they're earwormy, but that's also because they're repetitive and predictable. the lyrics are distractingly bad at times, not only from a character perspective, but in the sense of using words wrongly or awkwardly to try to fit them into a rhyme scheme.

i like the reframing of the polyphemus episode. not so much the aeolus one. at that point, you have odysseus doing the opposite of what he did in the odyssey for opposite reasons, which makes him a character bearing no resemblance to odysseus at all.

and this happens while other characters (mostly gods) try to drag him kicking and screaming into his actual homeric characterization.

like, odysseus is haunted by the war in the odyssey, but not because he regrets what he's done as a moral injury. he chose violence on purpose. the gods did not force him to be this person. it's a narrative throughline that serves only as a bid to make odysseus more sympathetic.

... and in doing so, strips away his agency — in sacking a city, in lying and obscuring the truth with his crew (his lies are more than a quirk that endears him to athena, they have consequences!) — some might say his personality. i do have sympathy for odysseus, even at his worst moments morally, because i find his character as a whole compelling. you don't need to try to absolve him of these things! they tell you about what kind of person he is! they are evocative (and provocative) already! take them away and he is boring, because he is not choosing to do anything.

the new wave of odysseus fans seem unable to handle homeric odysseus' complicated aspects and character traits, and to a degree i blame this on the musical characterization. it's allowed to be its own thing, certainly, but now i regularly get people arguing about whether he's a good person when all they know is something epic made up and that was never the fucking point, anyway.

are we really going to pretend he didn't have sex with circe and calypso at all

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“”””””sniff sniff sopping sopping””” where… can I…. learn everything about Greek mythology….. where can I learn about the characters, the god, the Titans,,,,,(as you can tell, I’m very desperate)

Ahhh I am definitely not the best person to ask when it comes to where u should learn 😭 Generally it’s just a lot of internet deep dives of reading and watching.. here’s some of what I’ve done:

Reading the Iliad and the Odyssey is the easiest thing to do first imo. They’re good stories which you can probably find at ur local library. You learn a lot about the generation of characters who fight in Troy through these two books (even though the odyssey really only focuses on one of the Greek heroes). There is also the Cypria but it’s a fragmented text which we have very few lines for to my knowledge. But the contents detail a lot of context for the Trojan War and the Iliad, so I suggest reading up on the contents we have for it anyways.

You can read the tragedy plays by people like Sophocles, Euripides, etc. I would recommend the Oresteia and Iphigenia in Aulis but that’s personal preference! Ajax by Sophocles is good too and if you like morally grey characters Medea by Euripides is also cool.

And then if you want there’s Heracles’ labours and the multitude of other Heracles’ adjacent myths. One of which is a pretty big one called the Argonautica which is about the generation before the Iliad (and contextualizes the play Medea which I mentioned earlier.

Uhh I don’t know a whole lot about the titans, but reading/watching content about the Titanomachy (the war against the Titans) could contextualize some stuff. There is ofc also the story of Prometheus the Titan of foresight which I’m sure there is a lot of stuff you can read/watch about if you search for his story.

There is also Hesoid’s theogony? it’s a lot of uhh world building for lack of a better word. It has some interesting stuff if you wanna watch/read some stuff about that.

The gods have a LOT of stories about them and I could not list them all here or the best places to learn about them. But honestly just watching videos in the background explaining the gods you’re interested in is always nice. I cannot confirm the entire accuracy of them because the channel is old and still active so the quality changes, but the channel Overly Sarcastic Productions has a lot of videos talking about Greek mythology 🤷🏻‍♀️

Like I said, I am ABSOLUTELY NOT an expert at this lmaoooo 😭😭😭 This is just something I’ve done in my free time where I read some primary sources, and then further deep dive into the characters I find interesting shdgsghags..

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CHAPTER FOUR OF SEVEN. characters: capitano & zhongli (seperate) x gn! reader word count: 4.8k (1.8k + 3k respectively) warnings: you can understand every character's story seperately, capitano calls you 'little one' but not in a weird way, zhongli's starts off funny, ajax is presumed dead in capitano's chapter.

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CAPITANO - YOU ARE LOOKING FOR REVENGE BUT HE STANDS IN YOUR WAY. HE SWEARS TO TAKE UP THE SWORD FOR YOU AND PROVE YOUR FOOLISH NATURE.

Sometimes it amazes you – this life that is. How, while you are taking determined steps to a bar that deals in the underground circles, people around here are living carefree lives. They take hold of their lover’s hands or lead children so they don’t get lost while buying animal ears for fun.  

You bite the inside of your cheek.   Ajax was once like that. Your heavy steps inside of this light atmosphere to your destination remind you of him. How, whenever there was a festival, he would ask for a day off. He was such a wonderful knight that you always allowed him to do as he wished because you knew he had his reasons.  

After you gave your permission, he would say he wanted to speak as a friend; then, he would invite you to help him look after his younger brother. He would bring you simple peasant clothes to mask your identity and then the two of you would walk down the street hand in hand while leading the curious-eyed child along.  

Thanks to those moments, you were somewhat acquainted with the true situation inside this small kingdom you were supposed to rule later. Your parents ignored the complaints and problems inside, but every outing with Ajax helped solidify the true state of it inside your mind.  

You were supposed to ascend the throne later. Ajax was supposed to stand by your side as the trusty knight he has always been. Your kingdom was supposed to prosper. Ajax was not supposed to die.  

That thought comes back again! Your determined steps take a small detour. By now you are away from the shining lights and faces of the citizens that spelled the doom of your bloodline. But Ajax’s blood belonged to them; not to your family and certainly not on the carpet and the walls underneath your castle while he helped you escape.  

Ajax should not be dead right now!  

But he is. And you have been unable to cope all this time. That is why you are crouching beneath a tree; taking deep breaths and trying to calm yourself down.   Inside that bar hides your only hope of vengeance. You have spent three years searching for any trace of that infamous informant. You know nothing besides that he frequents this establishment and that for a good price, he is willing to give you the name of the one who struck down Ajax. 

With that renewal of hope inside your soul, you finally rise to your feet and pull the hood over your head before continuing down the dirty path. There are no lights that lead to that bar, only some footsteps in the middle of a grass field and you hope they are trustworthy enough.   The money you paid did not lie. After an hour of walking through that forest, you finally found a house which had a worn-out sign. ‘Rowdy Dog’, the name of the bar that stood between you and your purpose.  

Pulling your hood again, you opened the doors. You were sure that if you did knock, they would immediately throw you out. Luckily, they currently happened to consist of just three quests and a bartender. With that quick scan, you decided that immediately getting a drink would be the next best choice.  

The chairs were squeaky and uncomfortable, but you sat in one right across the bartender. Your contact told you that he was the worst kind of man to deal with. And looking at him; confirming his size and build and that long hair which people said he used to mask a particularly bad scar from his shoulder to his stomach; you know the contact was right.  

The other guests didn’t pay you much attention and you doubt they even noticed you from how drunk they were but he... his eyes were already telling you to leave. It seemed like he was doubtful of your purpose and hoped a warning by rejecting to speak first would be enough to get you to turn back.  

But your quest for revenge was greater than anything else and you could certainly deal with a bartender before your informant got here.  

“Whiskey.”  

You noticed everyone you dealt with to get this far ordered that drink so surely it would prove you knew how to dabble in this line of business.  

The man turned around and put down a glass and a bottle of whiskey on the counter in front of you. Him not talking was unnerving.  

“Are you so clever not to pretend you saw my cue telling you to leave or are you so dumb that you choose to stick around.”  

Him speaking was already starting to give you a headache.  

“Just pour me a glass and ignore my presence.”  “This is my bar; by extension, it is my house. If I put down a bottle and a glass in front of you, it means that you have to pour it yourself.”  

You never thought such a deep and smooth voice could cause you this much annoyance.  

“Is there a reason why your particular business model is so prejudiced towards me Sir?”  “Yes. You are too soft hearted to set foot in this place.”   “It is none of your business what I do here.”   “Would you like me to kick you out right now?” 

Your informant was right. For a man that ran the bar most frequented by assassins and criminals with bounties on their heads; he was too dignified and moral. So what if you are a young person that never killed anyone? You swore to only use your sword on the person who killed Ajax and nobody else.   Still, you had to get on this man’s good graces or your new informant would never trust you either.  

You poured yourself a glass while thinking that it was necessary to put up with this for just a while longer.  

“Are you happy now?”   You were about to bring the glass to your lips but before you could, the bartender took everything in front of you and placed it behind the counter.  

“At least you are willing to bluff where it doesn’t count.”  “What is that supposed to mean? And the way you are running this establishment is horrible!”  

The man pinched the bridge of his nose and then he glared at you.  

“Meet me in the back in five minutes.”  “Excuse me?”  

He didn’t even dignify you with a response. He simply walked away and slammed the door behind him. You suppose nobody would dare to steal from him. But, why should you wait five minutes? You decided to immediately follow him instead. 

Outside, he was standing leaning against the wall with a cigarette in between his fingers. You approached and he was kind enough to blow smoke in the opposite direction. 

“I see you do not even possess patience.”  “Why are you acting this way towards someone you never met so far?”  

The man took in another puff and leaned his head on the wall as well looking up at the bright moon.  

“An innocent soul was never supposed to step foot into that bar.”  “You made it what it is. I don’t think you get to choose who steps into it or why.”   “Little one, you are so wrong about everything you have done tonight. Tell me, does the atmosphere inside that place fill you with any joy?”  “No. I don’t see how it could fill anyone with joy.”   “Wrong again. And that proves my point.”  

This man was incorrigible. Your head was staring to hurt more and more but something about him wanting to protect innocent people reminded you of Ajax. You decided that for the sake of your dead friend, you would take off your mask for a few minutes.  

“Do you think I am innocent even if my family caused poverty and death in this city?”  “Yes. Did your own hands ever do anything? Those guests inside are filled with joy by knowing everyone else in there has killed and felt blood on their tongue. It makes no sense to you; that violence.”  

How horrible. How could you not lay down your mask when this man seems to have a natural ability to disarm people?  

“Tell me, is the reason you are here revenge?” He says it nonchalantly, but his eyes look at you with a plea and a hope that you will say no. 

“It is. I have someone who was more innocent than me and they died by people who said they were seeking justice.”  “I would say that you too wish to protect innocent souls, but the dead do not need protection. Why not turn around and start something new like I did?”  

His cigarette is finished by now and he dims out it’s last light by stepping on it. 

“Something new? Isn’t your bar the place where everything you regret doing, other people plan to do?”  “Ironic, isn’t it?”  

Silence. Something about him makes you feel peaceful, and you hate it.  

“How can you sound so sure when seeing those guests?”  “It is simple. Trying to save them would be futile, but saving you like this would be enough. Wouldn’t you say you’ve enjoyed out conversation so far?”   “You cannot save me. I made up my mind long ago. I will avenge him.”  “A lover perhaps?”  “My knight.”  

He looks at you and laughs. His laugh sounds regretful, so you don’t take it as an insult. 

“A knight you say? And you said he had a soul purer than yours?”  “Yes. You sound like you disagree.”  “Before this, I was a knight of the enemy kingdom. The title of a knight is never innocent. We gain it by swearing to kill so that we can protect flimsy ideals and even weaker families.”  

All this time, you never even imagined Ajax’s sword decorated by another human’s blood. That image shattered your world. Revenge for a pure soul? Maybe it was revenge for yourself but just masked as less selfish.  

“Tell you what;”, the man kneels down in front of your feet. You can tell that his body automatically remembers the grace and honor knights carry on their backs. Ajax so quickly fell into this stance too.  

“To save your soul, I will be your new knight. To prevent you tasting blood, I will be the one to spill it for you. I’ve done it so many times that I can do it again.”  

Incorrigible man. Paradoxical man. 

“I do not need a new knight.”  “You need someone that will show you just how pointless revenge truly is.”  

When he says that, he looks up at you with piercing eyes. It will be your resolve versus his own and, as much as you hate to admit, it looks like he will win. Maybe that is why you hear Ajax’s laughter. Maybe that is why you get transported into the white room again. This golden door, it echoes with his laugh. Honey-like, warm and it is calling your name. 

Not answering it would be a sin. 

ZHONGLI - EVERYONE THINKS THE KING IS DEAD. IN REALITY, HE IS HIDING IN YOUR HOUSE SAYING HE NEEDS YOUR HELP.

“You again? I already made it very clear to you that your presence is disturbing to my chickens!” 

He is here again. You have debts to pay, and he is disrupting your quiet and small farm. Again. This is the third day in a row. Soon enough you will be as restless as your chickens if this man with intricate tattoos on his arms keeps coming back.  

Wait..coming back? That isn’t the right word. He doesn’t leave! He just spends all of his time here! Why on earth has this man, too tall for you to look at without stretching your neck, decided that sleeping every night in your chicken coop is the most comfortable place one can get some rest? He must be insane. One of those special calibres a friend told you about a while ago; like that man who thought waiting inside hospitals was the biggest joy he had so he would go to one every single day and just sit there.  

“I apologize for disturbing your chickens and, by extent, you. I have no other place to do.” 

Liar. Even if he has been sleeping inside of here for three days his clothes are of such fine fabric you refuse to believe his excuse being homelessness. Bandits pretend they need help all the time; they pretend to be sick and when someone lets them into their house, they rob them and escape with possessions that person spent all their life obtaining. You will not be fooled by his sweet disposition. He should count himself lucky you didn’t chase him away with a broom yet. Truthfully, your heart does not tell you that he is a bad person or that he wishes to spread evil but..he is a suspicious figure! One day, you walked inside the coop with your basket, ready to greet the mostly-nameless-chickens when Miguel (your roster, and, quite frankly, favorite one) screamed as soon as you opened the door while he was about to pluck the top of a sleeping man’s head.  

“If you have enough sense to apologize, then you have enough sense to leave my household and my coop. So, please, walk away somewhere else.” 

The man looks at you with eyes that seem more authoritative than his current homeless position would imply but you refuse to give in and look away. A staring contest first thing in the morning works wonders for your spirits.  

“Like I already said-”, he begins, and you already know how the sentence would end if Miguel didn’t sneak up on him and pecked his ankle. The man bit the inside of his cheek in frustration and looked down at the creature below him. It didn’t seem like it hurt him at all, it seemed like he found it an annoyance more than anything.  

“Tell this chicken that people should get to finish their sentences.”  “He did what any living being would when their home is invaded.”  “I did not invade his home. Be careful of what you accuse me of. I will admit that my presence here seems invasive to your home, but I just needed a place to stay that was very far away and quiet.”  “Then just walk a few more steps into the forest itself and it will serve you nicely.” 

For some reason, when you say that, Miguel starts to scream like never before, you can feel that the air feels heavier and...are his eyes glowing? No, you imagined it. In a split second everything is back to normal. Must have been all the stress. 

“It looks like you haven’t been sleeping lately but I assure you my presence should make no difference to your daily life. I have not even taken one of your eggs to eat in the three days I have been here – can that not be called fair?” 

The arrogance of this man. Does he really think this is a fair trade?  

“Your presence in this coop has decreased my egg production by 47 percent already!”  “Are you sure...did you really calculate that or did you make that number on the spot?”  “What if I did? Accurate number or not, if you continue to stay here, eventually, I will not be able to pay off my debts either way. I am on a very strict payment plan you see.”  

He puts a hand to his chin and looks down at Miguel again. He probably thinks you cannot understand what he is mumbling about but you hear it quite well. He says it is not surprise that your business is failing when you make up numbers on the spot. But then he drops his hand and looks at you.  

“I will leave this chicken coop.”  “So you finally have some sense?”  “If you allow me to sleep on your front porch instead.” 

You raise your eyebrow. It would help your production more and in turn you would be able to pay off your debts but...a grown man sleeping like a dog in front of your porch is not the best solution. Still, if you don’t pay them back in regular instalments they said they would destroy your property so...it should be fine? 

“Fine. But under no circumstances am I letting you inside of my house. Are we clear?”  “Absolutely. I thank you for your kindness?” 

Kindness? You saw him walk around with a stiff back and bruises and all the dirt. Miguel is a big fan of making sure this man gets as dirty as possible..just because you let him stay without feeding him does not mean you are kind. Well, you did give him one slice of bread on the first day since you thought he seemed like a victim. 

“Suit yourself. I still do not see what the difference between this and the forest is!” 

As you walk away, he sighs. Twice. Then he looks at Miguel again who is preparing to attack his ankles again. 

“Your owner really does not feel their own potential... What a shame. Shouldn’t the fact I am so close by be an awakening for that power in them?” he hisses.  “Miguel, if you bring your beak to my ankle once more, I will make you fly.”  

You said that and he really did move to your porch. Right now, you are cooking dinner and he just spends his time sitting there. You waved to him through the window because he sometimes gets up to walk around on the humble porch of an even more humble house.  

But something tells you it was a mistake. To hold a cooking spoon in one hand and to wave at him through the other. Why? Because as soon as he waved back, rain started to pour. The sound on your stove immediately got dimmed from the strength of the downpour and you knew that even the plants would live to regret the strength of this rain. But...it was a bigger mistake because your roof above the porch was never patched up and the rain seemed to be falling at such an angle that the man would get hit with it no matter what.  

It tugged on your heart, and you opened the front door. In those few minutes, your entire porch was already filled with water and, no matter how close to the house he stood, the man was completely wet. His long hair clung to his forearms and neck, his clothes were clinging to his skin too.  

“I know what I said but--” 

As if to help the urgency of your kindness, hail started to fall from the sky and you just quickly tugged on the man’s sleeve to bring him inside your house.  

“I will let you stay inside just for tonight.”  

He remained quiet and stood completely still next to the door. 

“You have my thanks.”  “Well, walk further inside?”  “No. That would prove I lack manners. Since I am all wet it is better if I stay in one place while I dry.”  “You-- Did you really think I would not offer you a change of clothes and a towel to dry yourself with?!”  “Well..you did let your chickens peck me for three days so..I just inferred you would be hesitant.” 

You quickly walk to another room and bring him a change of clothes without missing the chance to throw a towel in his face. 

“Here. I barely have any warm water left but go take a bath to ensure you do not catch a cold.”   “You have my sincere thanks.”  

You walk around to your counter to stir the pot. You can hear him drying his hair; somehow it annoys you his has that much volume. As you look up, wishing to glare at him, you can see that he is already shirtless and about to tug down his pants. In a moment of panic you decide that throwing the cooking spoon at him is your quickest reaction.  

“What are you doing?!”  “Hmm? I should change in this one spot because my clothes are dripping water onto your floor as well.”  “I do not want to see you change!” 

He freezes up. He has spent so much of his life inside his castle; never has anyone reprimanded him for his habits and he had his own harem. Somehow, he never expected such a reaction to befall him, and this moment just reminds him of how low he has fallen, even if he tried to show consideration towards your home.  

“You are absolutely right, I deeply apologize. I shall finish up the rest in your bathroom.”  

He tries to make his steps as light as possible when he walks by and you curse yourself for looking at his defined back.  

By his physique, he seems stronger than most..just why is he here in such a miserable state? 

“Thank you for choosing to share some of your dinner with me.”  “I did let you go hungry for three days and the rain doesn’t look like it will stop soon. So, I figured, it was the least I could do for now.” 

He sits up straight in the chair. This oversized sweater of yours fits him perfectly and the pants you brought him only reach up to his knees, but they are better than nothing.  

“You must know I... I understand your hesitance in not trusting me.”  “Do you now?” 

He nods.  

“I do not think I have given you many reasons to not trust me, but I also do not think I have given you reasons to trust me either. It crossed my mind just now that I never even gave you my name.”  “Will you give it to me now?”  “My name is Zhongli. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” 

He doesn’t seem to know that he should stretch his hand for a shake when introducing himself so you just raise up another spoon of broth to your mouth.  

“I am glad to finally know the name of the man who has lessened my egg production by 63 percent.”  “Wasn’t it 47 percent just this morning?” 

You did admit to making up the numbers but your cheeks still feel hot from embarrassment. 

“Hush.” 

Zhongli simply looks at you and puts a hand to his chin. He should have made more public appearances in this form, but he doubts his image as a king would have ever reached this place of solace you live in. Not only is it the smallest village in his kingdom, well, his ex-kingdom he supposes but...even with all of that you chose a house so removed from everyone else that you probably only talk to other humans once a week when you have to visit the village square.  

He wonders how you would react to knowing that you just told the most powerful king of these lands to hush up. Nobody ever did this before; he wonders if he should hate it instead of finding it endearing.  

“Could I ask you how your life has been since the king died? You might not believe this, but I did see changes when travelling all the way here.”  “What are you trying to hide from?”  “Pardon?”  “Zhongli what are- ugh never mind I actually do not wish to know. My life since the king died? My life while he was alive before the Revolutionaries took over was hard enough. You see where I live, and I have no idea why you are acting like it is a good place. To simply tell you of my life; I do not remember having a childhood, but I do remember waking up here and being cornered by some bandits. They kept asking me about my debts and I only saw the chicken coop from the window and decided to lie and say a fox snuck in and killed most of my animals.” 

Zhongli patiently listens to you. His eyes seem to glow again because of how interested he is in what you are saying. Maybe you are talking so much because you have not had human company in so long?  

“Anyway, they believed me without checking but they reminded me that I owe them for life because, apparently, I made a shady deal with them in the past. I wanted to fight but there wasn’t much I could actually do. Would they kill me? Sell me? Living in this dump and taking care of chickens to earn enough money to pay them back monthly seemed better than..living in that forest I tried to send you too.” 

Zhongli does not say much but he feels that you want him to say or ask something.  “All this time I supposed that the king only failed his people by dying but it seems like he failed you long before that. Based on my travels so far, I suppose that it only got worse after that fact?”  “Worse? It is hell! I never thought that the king had any duty towards me but maybe he did. The Revolutionaries certainly did not help anything improve! They raised taxes, which means the bandits I pay want even larger amounts of money now. I never thought the tax increase would even influence the illegal jobs of this world.”  

You take another bite of your food, but it tastes bitter this time, probably because your feelings are the same.  

“You must allow me to apologize.”  “Apologize? For what?”  “I had no idea you were in business with these..bandits...they came last night and since I deemed them suspicious I..took care of them.” 

At first, you laugh. A big, hearty laugh.   Then, Zhongli laughs with you. He was not expecting that reaction but he knows how wrong he was to relax when your spoon hits his shoulder. Now, you are glaring at him.  

“I was right not to trust you! When they return with backup what will I do then?”  

He can feel that you are panicking. And he lets you be angry at him because he knows what lies behind that is fear. He knows the prophecy; he knows why he let the rebels have the upper hand for now; he needed time to reach you – the one who is destined to help him. But with all this fear and your lack of memories or awareness of the power you hold – he had to subject himself to sleeping in your chicken coop and waiting for your power to awaken.  

It becomes crystal clear that as you are now, you will never grow into your potential without his help. He decides to approach this like everything else he has as the king right now. When you finish yelling, he extends his hand and his tattoos go from black to gold – he uses his power to make calm wash over you and he forces you to sit down in the chair again.  

“Listen to me, they will not be returning. Even bandits have enough sense to know that they will lose against me. Your chickens posed more of an issue for me.” 

Was this his way of trying to bring light to this whole situation?  

You should be angry still. You should be making sure he leaves your house; but his powers calm you beyond all harmony you have known so far.  

“How can you be so sure of yourself?”  “If you were not so filled with fear; you would remember who you are. Child of the Sun, we are the same origin. You are meant to help my mission in this world by standing as my equal. Yet, it is clear I will have to guide you regardless.” 

His..who is that man? Is he the considerate man who refuses to take another step to not wet your carpet or is he an arrogant bastard? The answer does not matter. His innocence and consideration can be the truth or a lie; you do not care.   Something in you snaps and your body grows yellow too. It lets you stand up and glare at him. Something is tugging your body and it does not feel like Zhongli’s power. You think this surge of emotions and power welling inside is going to make you faint soon, so you settle on just one sentence before you are plucked from this world and another door swallows you. 

“All of you kings are the same. And you can all beg for my help and burn as I do not answer you.” 

a/n: whelp,, it has been a while,,truly. how have you been? i hope this chapter is to your liking. I am trying to make these shorter than before but,,it is hard ://

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Tyler “I can’t be bought” Galpin

When Wednesday met Tyler in Weathervane one of the first things he said to her was, “I can’t be bought.” That was the first thing that her intrigued to him. Those words were so small yet so important to her. Wednesday’s more of a 'I do for you, you do for me’ person. Like, when she fixed the expresso machine for him in exchange for Tyler calling her a taxi to the train station, she bribed the carnival worker to distract Weems so she could make her escape, or when Wednesday bribed Enid with Ajax she she’d switch volunteer assignments with her, even Wednesday apologizing to Thing when he was mad at her was because Enid wouldn’t help cover for her unless she did; it may not have been the only reason but it played a role. So with all this being said Tyler saying that she couldn’t buy him meant a ton to her. And he continued to be that person to her. When she asked him to drive her to the train station that night at the carnival in exchange for something and he said he’d do for nothing in return. Not only that, he also brought her her dad’s police file that night just because he wanted to. And then she looked up into his eyes so genuinely and told him that she’s not used to people engaging with her. She was captivated by him from the day they met and everything he did for her since. I believe those moments were the most genuine.

I believe Tyler found out who Wednesday really was was between episode two and three. When Wednesday showed Thornhill that watermark, in exchange for information on the book she was searching for of course, was a huge mistake and what lead Thornhill to her. I think this is about the time that Thornhill revealed to Tyler who Wednesday was and what they had to do. But by then he and Wednesday already liked each other and that blurred the lines. Now he had to manipulate her and possibly kill her while still having feelings for her. That could possibly been one of the reason we saw Tyler screaming in the bathtub at the end of episode three. We already know he’s been effected since his mom died. His dad being a total distant asshole, the whole Thornhill manipulation, controlling, torture and grooming. Then he meets someone he actually likes and turns out he has to kill her. It seem like nothing goes right in his life to him.