#lil ajax just wants to help out :)

[phantomdecibel]

FUCK you: re-canonifies your Flower!AU

Anyways what if Polites actually still dies flower au au (bit o context in the tags, just so this drabble makes a bit more sense since it doesnt exactly follow canon aha-)

Rattlesnake Root

shield, step carefully.

Watching Ajax rush across the deck, calling out orders while cradling little Astyanax in his arms, the realization hit Odysseus like a brick.

This is what Polites had meant.

Eurylochus’s voice still echoed in his ears — but Odysseus wasn’t hearing any of it. Everything sounded muffled, like he was listening to (one of) his best friend chew him out from underwater. He must have started yelling louder, because the teenager glanced over at the two of them, something Odysseus hesitated to label as anything other than concern written across his face.

He wanted to yell.

He wanted to scream, keep shooting venom like arrows, jump up and pace, even.

Instead he stood, hands clasped over the rail, staring blankly past the blurred shape of his friend. It was both too loud and yet too quiet and annoyingly chilly and somehow everything was way too bright. It felt like there should be a storm brewing overhead, yet the only rain falling came from his eyes. The sun shone down unapologetically overhead, and Odysseus fought back an unintelligible scream.

This is what Polites had meant, what he’d pleaded back in that forest.

If you don’t talk to us, if you don’t trust us, then how can we help?

He’d thought he’d had it all under control, that his own hangups weren’t affecting anyone else, but clearly he’d been wrong. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or just plain ignorance, but Odysseus had fucked up, pushed too far.

He wanted to sob.

He was already crying, Odysseus realized in a vague, sort of detached way. His face felt… damp, and tight from the salt already starting to dry. Something hit his hand; again and again and again, and rolled down his knuckles.

Eurylochus yelled again, throwing his arms out, and Odysseus flinched.

How long had this been brewing?

How long had he been pushing his crew, his friends to the edge? For how long had he been pushing them to the side, ignoring their concerns and needs, forcing them to pick up his slack?

…when had his efforts to protect them start to hurt instead?

Slowly, Eurylochus’s face came back into focus.

His mouth moved and Odysseus could, technically, hear him still, but the words themselves were lost to the buzzing in his head. The tilt to his eyebrows would have looked angry — really, really angry — to anyone else, but Odysseus knew his friend. Eurylochus was angry, sure, but mostly he was just worried (and tired, so tired, and grieving, too). The man’s eyes glistened wetly, shining with unshed tears.

Odysseus barely noticed as he started to shake.

He did this. This was his fault, the result of his negligence. Polites was dead because of him, and now he was driving away the other person he should be supporting, looking after the most.

Odysseus clenched the rail tighter, clearly hearing it creak under his grip. Eurylochus’s voice faded in and out, nothing but background noise.

He’d failed.

Odysseus blinked once, twice, trying to alleviate the pressure growing behind his eyes. The tears, which had been slowing, built again, suddenly, and everything was just too much.

Oh. He dimly realized again. I did this.

And Odysseus…

…Odysseus broke.

Odysseus broke, tears falling like a waterfall. He choked on a sob, shaking violently, as his knees wobbled and knocked together. Eurylochus’s voice, angry and harsh, snapped back into focus, and Odysseus keened weakly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, falling to his knees as he swallowed back another sob. “I’m sorry-“

Desperately, shaking all the while, Odysseus clutched at his friend’s chiton, head pressed to Eurylochus’s knee. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry-“

Eurylochus’s angry rant trailed off into shocked silence as Odysseus tripped over his words. Apology after apology spilled from his lips as he sat shaking on the wooden deck of the ship, legs collapsed awkwardly beneath him. He didn’t dare look up as silence crashed against the ship like Polyphemus’s club crashing against men and stone, just kept choking out desperate apologies into the empty, oppressive air.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sobbed, like a mantra. “I’m sorry,”

The moment seemed to stretch for an eternity; a terrifying, heart-stopping eternity.

He couldn’t do this.

Odysseus- he couldn’t. He’d tried, fuck he’d tried. Tried to carry every burden he could, tried to protect his people, and look where they were now.

It was all a mess, a fucking disaster.

And- and Polites was gone, now, really truly gone, never-coming-back gone.

Dead.

And Eurylochus would be too- not dead, not if Odysseus had any say in it, but gone, leaving.

Leaving him, because Eurylochus would do what was best for the crew.

Odysseus was just dead weight.

The leg he leaned against, clutched in desperation, was pulled back, and Odysseus let it go.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, trying and failing to blink away his tears as his hands dropped down to dig his nails into his own knees instead. Something thudded against the ground ahead of him, but all Odysseus could think was ‘this is it’.

This is it, this is where his friend, his last surviving best friend, his brother, even, left him.

And by the gods if he didn’t deserve it.

“‘msorry,” his words slurred together. “‘msrry’msorry,”

He deserved this, for hurting his friend and daring to proclaim otherwise. Why should Eurylochus stick around? Odysseus wasn’t worth the work. He hunched in on himself some more.

“‘msorry,” he might have begged. Please don’t go. You have every right to, but please, please. Don’t leave me. “‘msrrymsrrymsor-“

Odysseus coughed.

Oh, that was odd.

He couldn’t breathe, for a moment there, air knocked from his lungs as his chest collided with something warm and solid. Something strong tugged his forwards, pulled him tight against it.

Warm arms wrapped around his shoulders, and Odysseus suddenly found his head tucked into the crook of Eurylochus’s neck as he shook. He tried to choke out another apology, but Eurylochus held him too tightly to properly speak the words.

Oh.

Oh.

Odysseus shook some more, hands slowly worming their way from his knees to clutch this time at the front of his friend’s chiton.

Eurylochus was hugging him.

Eurylochus. was hugging him.

Odysseus sobbed again.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to force out again, but Eurylochus just pulled him impossibly closer.

“It’s okay,” his friend whispered, voice hoarse. “It’s going to be okay.”

mans is a bit harsh on himself :,)

He doesn’t q u i t e get the point, but he’s getting there-

Anyways so flower au; asty lives and also @hahahaghosty and I are soft for lil ajax :P

I know I always say this, but they were a huge inspiration for this (bc they fuel me w like 75% of my writing ideas lmao-), so thank you a whole lot!! wouldn’t be possible without ya :) they're really fucking awesome, go check out their stuff!! do it- Do It Now-

anyways that all from me for now, thanks for reading :P

(me: check out the tags for some context :) also me: throws way to much shit in them-

just. just read the beginning and end and itll all make sense if u wanna)

[paxtito]

pretty girl

pairings: wednesday x fem!reader

word count: 3685

warnings: smut 18+. just lesbian sex innit (w receiving)— (all characters are 18+)

summary: wednesday put together a little surprise date night, but, enid being enid, couldn’t keep it a secret

a/n: based on this request: ‘I love your writing and was wondering if you could make another smut fic with Wednesday? Maybe something sorta soft, honestly anything would do. Thanks!’ hope this is what you were looking for and thank you!! spent the day resting which gave me plenty of time to do this because my lil’ anger issues of a dog bit my cheek after wanting my birthday cake 😒

MASTERLIST

The morning air is crisp as you walk across campus with Enid, her usual vibrant energy making up for your grogginess. You clutch your coffee tightly, half-listening as she chatters about the latest gossip in the werewolf pack.

“And then Ajax tried to—are you even listening to me?” she asks, bumping her shoulder into yours playfully.

“Barely,” you admit with a small smile, taking another sip of your coffee. “It’s too early for full Enid mode.”

“Rude,” she pouts dramatically before grinning. “But fine, I’ll get to the point. I’m sleeping over at Yoko’s tonight!”

“Wait, what?” you ask, blinking at her. “Why?”

Enid’s steps falter, and she looks away for a moment, biting her lip. “Oh, uh, no reason!”

You narrow your eyes at her, immediately suspicious. “Enid…”

“It’s nothing!” she insists, waving her hands defensively. “Totally normal, just, uh, bestie stuff. You know, girl talk, vampire-werewolf bonding, that kind of thing.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re a terrible liar.”

She groans, throwing her head back dramatically. “Fine! But you can’t tell Wednesday I told you, okay? She’d literally kill me. Like, for real this time.”

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of Wednesday. “What does she have to do with this?”

Enid hesitates, looking torn. “Ugh, okay, fine,” she blurts out, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “She’s planning something for you tonight. Like, a date night or something. She told me to clear out so you two could have the dorm to yourselves.”

A warm, unexpected blush creeps up your neck. “Wait… Wednesday planned something? For me?”

Enid nods, her grin widening. “Yup! And let me tell you, she’s been stressing about it all week. She even glared at me less than usual yesterday, so you know it’s serious.”

You can’t help but smile, your heart fluttering at the thought of Wednesday going out of her way to plan something for you. “That’s… actually really sweet.”

“Right? But don’t tell her I told you, okay?” Enid warns, gripping your arm. “She swore me to secrecy and gave me this whole creepy ‘I’ll bury you alive’ speech. Classic Wednesday.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

“Good. Because I value my life,” Enid says with mock seriousness before breaking into a smile. “But seriously, I’m happy for you guys. She’s got a soft spot for you, you know.”

Your smile grows as you think about Wednesday, her deadpan expression softening ever so slightly when she’s around you, the way her hand lingers in yours when no one’s looking. “Yeah,” you say quietly, more to yourself than to Enid. “I know.”

As the two of you reach the doors to your next class, you can’t help but feel a little giddy. Whatever Wednesday has planned, you know it’ll be something only she could come up with—quiet, dark, and maybe a little macabre. And you can’t wait to see what she’s put together.

—

The afternoon sun filters through the classroom windows, casting a warm glow across your desk. Your fingers absentmindedly tap against the surface as you try to focus on the teacher's droning voice, but your thoughts keep drifting to Wednesday and the surprise she has planned for you.

Despite your best efforts to keep a straight face, a small, giddy smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You sneak a glance at Wednesday from the corner of your eye, trying to gauge her reaction.

To your surprise, she's already staring at you, her dark eyes narrowed in suspicion. Your gaze meets hers, and you quickly look away, feeling your cheeks heat up under her intense scrutiny.

"You," she says flatly, her voice cutting through the monotony of the lecture. "Are you feeling alright? You seem... distracted."

You swallow hard, your mind racing for an excuse. "I'm fine," you manage, keeping your tone as neutral as possible. "Just thinking about the assignment."

Wednesday raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. Her gaze bores into you, as if she's trying to read your thoughts.

You squirm in your seat, suddenly feeling like a bug under a microscope. You can practically hear Enid's voice in your head, warning you not to blow her cover.

But it's too late. Wednesday's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of panic crossing her face before she schools her features back into a neutral expression.

"Ah," she says slowly, leaning back in her chair. "Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out."

You bite your lip, wondering if you should press further. But before you can open your mouth, the bell rings, signaling the end of class.

Wednesday stands abruptly, gathering her books without another word. She brushes past you, her shoulder bumping against yours in a way that feels almost like a dismissal.

You watch her go, your heart sinking. You've blown it, haven't you? Ruined whatever surprise she had planned.

You scramble to your feet, nearly tripping over your chair in your haste. Your backpack slips off the desk, scattering your belongings across the floor.

"Wednesday, wait!" you call out, your voice echoing in the now-empty classroom.

You chase after her, weaving through the throng of students in the hallway. Your heart pounds in your chest as you catch up to her, reaching out to grasp her arm.

Wednesday whirls around, her dark eyes flashing with irritation. "What?" she snaps, her voice sharp.

You swallow hard, trying to find the right words. "I... I'm sorry," you manage, your voice coming out smaller than you intended. "I didn't mean to ruin your surprise. I just... I couldn't help myself."

For a moment, Wednesday just stares at you, her expression unreadable. Then, to your surprise, her shoulders slump slightly, and she lets out a sigh.

"You're impossible," she mutters, but there's no real heat behind her words.

You blink, taken aback by her sudden shift in demeanor. "I... I know," you say softly, giving her arm a gentle squeeze. "But I meant what I said. I'm sorry."

Wednesday is silent for a moment, and then she nods, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Fine," she says, her tone grudging. "But don't think this means you're off the hook. You owe me one."

You grin, relief washing over you. "I can live with that," you say, your voice light and teasing. "So... are you going to tell me what you have planned, or do I have to guess?"

Wednesday rolls her eyes, but there's a hint of amusement in her gaze. "Guess," she says simply, before turning and walking away, leaving you to follow in her wake.

—

You stand outside Wednesday's dorm room, your hand hovering over the doorknob. You take a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach.

Despite your earlier promise to keep quiet, you can't shake the nagging feeling that you've ruined whatever surprise she had planned. You glance down at your uniform, suddenly self-conscious about your appearance.

"Get it together," you mutter to yourself, giving your skirt a quick smoothing. "She's not going to bite."

With a final nod of determination, you raise your hand and knock on the door. The sound echoes through the empty hallway, making you wince.

Silence greets you for a moment, and you wonder if Wednesday is ignoring you. But then, the door swings open, revealing Wednesday standing in the doorway.

She's changed out of her school uniform, now wearing a simple black dress that falls to her knees. Her hair is loose, tumbling down her back in dark waves.

For a moment, you're struck dumb, your brain short-circuiting at the sight of her. She looks... pretty. Soft. Nothing like her usual sharp edges and icy demeanor.

Wednesday arches an eyebrow, her lips twisting into a smirk. "Cat got your tongue?" she asks, her voice dry.

You shake your head, feeling your cheeks heat up. "No," you manage, clearing your throat. "I just... I didn't expect you to look so..."

You trail off, not quite sure how to finish that sentence without sounding like a complete fool. Wednesday's smirk widens, and she steps aside, gesturing for you to enter.

"Come in," she says simply, before closing the door behind you with a soft click.

You step into Wednesday's dorm room, your eyes widening as you take in the scene before you. The furniture has been pushed to the sides, creating a large open space in the center of the room. Soft, ambient lighting casts a warm glow over everything, making the room feel intimate and cozy.

In the middle of it all stands Wednesday, her posture perfect, her expression unreadable. She's holding out her hand to you, a silent invitation.

"What's all this?" you ask, your voice coming out a little breathless.

Wednesday's lips curve into a small, enigmatic smile. "I'm going to teach you how to dance," she says simply, her tone matter-of-fact.

You blink, taken aback by her words. "Dance?" you repeat, feeling a little foolish. "Like... ballroom dancing?"

Wednesday nods, her dark eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. "Yes," she confirms, her voice dry. "Like my parents do. It's a family tradition."

You feel your heart skip a beat at the thought of Wednesday's parents, of the life she leads outside of Nevermore. It's a side of her you've never seen before, and the idea of being a part of it, even in a small way, makes your stomach flutter.

"I... I'd like that," you manage, stepping forward to take her hand.

Wednesday's fingers are cool against yours, her grip firm and steady. She pulls you closer, her body mere inches from yours.

"Good," she says simply, before beginning to guide you through the steps.

You stumble a little at first. But Wednesday is patient, her instructions clear and concise. Slowly, you begin to find your rhythm, moving in tandem with her.

As you dance, you can't help but notice the way Wednesday's eyes never leave yours. There's an intensity there, a depth of emotion that makes your breath catch in your throat.

"You're doing well," she murmurs, her voice soft. "Just follow my lead."

You move gracefully in Wednesday's arms, your body reacting instinctively to her guidance. The fabric of your black trousers brushes against her dress as you spin, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine.

Wednesday's gaze is intense, her dark eyes boring into yours with an unspoken question. You swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your heart races at her proximity.

"You're a natural," she murmurs, her voice low and intimate. "I knew you'd be good at this."

You duck your head, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "It's easy when I have a good partner," you manage, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

Wednesday's lips curve into a small, enigmatic smile. "Is that so?" she asks, her tone teasing.

You nod, your gaze flickering down to her lips for a brief moment before meeting her eyes again. "Definitely," you confirm, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wednesday hums, her fingers tightening around yours. "Good," she says simply, before pulling you closer, your bodies now just inches apart.

You can feel the heat radiating off her skin, the scent of her perfume filling your nostrils. Your breath hitches, your pulse pounding in your ears.

"Now," Wednesday says, her voice low and husky. "Let's try something a little more... challenging."

She steps back, her hand leaving yours. You feel a momentary pang of loss, your fingers aching to touch her again.

But then Wednesday begins to move, her body swaying to a beat only she can hear. She extends her hand, a silent invitation for you to join her.

You hesitate for a moment, your heart hammering in your chest. But then, with a deep breath, you step forward, ready to follow wherever she leads.

You take Wednesday's hand, her fingers cool and strong in your grasp. She pulls you close, your bodies pressing together as she guides you into a new dance.

This one is more sensual, the steps slower and more deliberate. Wednesday's gaze never leaves yours, her dark eyes smoldering with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.

You move together, your bodies swaying in perfect sync. The world around you fades away, until there is nothing but the two of you, lost in the rhythm of the dance.

Wednesday's hand slides up your arm, her fingers trailing over your skin. You shiver at the contact, your nerve endings igniting with each touch.

"You're doing well," she murmurs, her lips barely brushing against your ear. "Keep going."

You nod, your body responding to her commands without hesitation. You've never felt so in tune with another person, so utterly in sync.

As the dance comes to an end, Wednesday pulls you into a final, tight embrace. You can feel the heat of her body against yours, the softness of her breasts pressing into your chest.

For a moment, you're frozen, your heart pounding in your ears. You know you should pull away, put some distance between you. But you can't bring yourself to move, not when Wednesday feels so perfect in your arms.

Slowly, tentatively, you raise your hand, your fingers brushing against the silky strands of her hair. Wednesday's eyes flutter closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"Y/N," she breathes, your name a prayer on her tongue. "I..."

Your heart races as Wednesday's breathy voice caresses your name. In this moment, suspended in time, the world seems to fall away, leaving only the two of you, hearts beating as one.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, you lean in closer, your forehead resting against hers. Your hands slide up to cup her face, thumbs gently stroking her high cheekbones.

Wednesday's eyes flutter open, dark and filled with a vulnerability you've never seen before. Her hands come up to rest on your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt.

"I..." she starts, her voice barely a whisper. "I want..."

But she trails off, unable to finish the thought. Instead, she closes the remaining distance between you, pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that steals your breath away.

You melt into the kiss, your body molding against hers like it was made to fit. Wednesday's lips are soft and warm, moving against yours with a desperate hunger.

Your hands slide into her hair, tangling in the silky strands as you deepen the kiss. Wednesday makes a soft noise in the back of her throat, a sound of pure need.

Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the taste and feel of her. The rest of the world fades away, leaving only this moment, this connection.

When you finally break apart, you're both breathing heavily, your cheeks flushed and eyes glazed. Wednesday rests her forehead against yours, her hands still gripping your waist tightly.

"That was..." she starts, her voice rough with emotion.

"Perfect," you finish for her, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Wednesday hums in agreement, nuzzling her nose against yours. "I've wanted to do that for a while now," she admits, her tone shy.

You chuckle softly, your fingers carding through her hair. "I'm glad you did," you murmur, bringing your lips to hers once more.

As you kiss, you know that this is just the beginning. The start of something new, something beautiful and terrifying and utterly intoxicating.

Wednesday's hands slide down to your hips, her fingers gripping your waistband tightly. With a sudden tug, she pulls you flush against her, your body pressing into hers.

You gasp at the contact, your hands flying up to grip her shoulders for balance. Wednesday takes advantage of your momentary distraction, walking you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed.

With a soft push, she sends you tumbling onto the mattress, her body following yours. You land with a bounce, your breath knocked from your lungs as Wednesday settles on top of you, her weight pinning you in place.

"Wednesday," you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper. "What are you..."

But your question is cut off as Wednesday captures your lips in another searing kiss. Her tongue delves into your mouth, exploring every inch of you with a desperate hunger.

You moan into the kiss, your hands sliding down to grip her hips, urging her closer. Wednesday grinds against you, the heat of her core seeping through the thin layers of fabric separating you.

Wednesday breaks the kiss, her dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that steals your breath. She sits up, straddling your hips, her hands resting on your chest.

"I want you," she whispers, her voice low and husky. "But we don't have to..."

You reach up, cupping her face in your hands. "I want this," you assure her, your thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "I want you."

Wednesday nods, her gaze never leaving yours. Slowly, she leans down, pressing her lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

Your hands slide down her back, settling on her hips. You guide her movements, encouraging her to grind against you. The friction is delicious, the heat building between your legs.

Wednesday gasps into your mouth, her hips moving faster, more urgently. You can feel her growing wetter, her arousal soaking through your clothes.

You break the kiss, panting heavily. "Let me," you plead, your voice rough with desire.

Wednesday nods, shifting off of you. You sit up, your fingers trembling slightly as you reach for the hem of her dress. With a swift movement, you pull it over her head, tossing it aside.

She sits before you, clad only in a black lace bra and matching panties. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of her, her pale skin flawless in the dim light.

You lean forward, pressing reverent kisses along her collarbone, down the swell of her breasts. Wednesday shivers, her fingers tangling in your hair.

You take a moment to drink in the sight of her, your gaze roaming over her body appreciatively. Wednesday flushes under your attention, her thighs pressing together shyly.

"You're so beautiful," you whisper, your voice filled with awe.

Wednesday shakes her head, her dark hair falling in waves around her face. "I'm not..." she starts, but you silence her with a kiss.

Switching positions, you lay Wednesday down on the bed, your body covering hers. You capture her lips in a searing kiss, your tongue delving into her mouth, exploring every inch of her.

Wednesday moans softly into the kiss, her hips arching up to meet yours. Your hands slide down her sides, cupping her breasts through the thin lace of her bra.

You break the kiss, your lips trailing down her neck, nipping at her collarbone. Wednesday gasps, her fingers digging into your back, urging you on.

Your hand slides down her stomach, teasing the edge of her panties. Wednesday's breath hitches, her thighs parting slightly in invitation.

You dip your fingers beneath the fabric, finding her slick and ready for you. Wednesday whimpers, her hips bucking into your touch.

Your fingers glide through Wednesday's slick folds, finding her sensitive bud. She gasps, her hips jerking at the sudden contact.

"Y/N," she breathes, your name a prayer on her lips.

You circle her clit with teasing strokes, reveling in the way her body responds to your touch. Wednesday's thighs tremble, her hands fisting in the sheets beneath her.

Slowly, you slide a finger inside her, groaning at the way her walls clench around you. Wednesday is so hot, so tight, so perfect.

You add a second finger, pumping them in and out of her slick heat. Wednesday's head thrashes on the pillow, her mouth falling open in a silent cry of pleasure.

Your thumb finds her clit again, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub. Wednesday's hips buck wildly, her body chasing the release you're so eager to give her.

"Please," she whimpers, her voice barely audible. "I need..."

But she doesn't finish the thought, her body arching off the bed as you curl your fingers just right. You can feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering around your digits.

With a final twist of your wrist, Wednesday comes undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. You hold her through it, whispering words of praise and encouragement.

As she comes down from her high, you press soft kisses to her sweat-dampened skin, murmuring your love and devotion. Wednesday clings to you, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

In this moment, the rest of the world fades away. There is only the two of you, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of love and passion.

—

You wake to the sound of the door opening, your eyes fluttering open to find Wednesday still asleep beside you. For a moment, you simply lie there, taking in the sight of her.

Her dark hair is fanned out across the pillow, her face relaxed in sleep. Your gaze travels down her body, tracing the curves and dips you explored so thoroughly the night before.

The door swings open fully, revealing a surprised Enid standing in the doorway. Her eyes widen as she takes in the scene before her - you and Wednesday, tangled together in the afterglow.

"Oh," she breathes, her cheeks flushing pink. "I... I didn't know you two were..."

You sit up quickly, pulling the covers up to your chin. Wednesday stirs, her eyes blinking open in confusion.

"Enid?" she mumbles, her voice thick with sleep.

Enid clears her throat, averting her gaze. "Sorry," she says, backing out of the room. "I'll just... I'll leave you two alone."

The door clicks shut behind her, leaving you and Wednesday in a tense silence. You glance at her, unsure of what to say.

But Wednesday just sighs, turning to face you. "Well," she says, her tone dry. "That's one way to start the day."

[gojipink]

kiss it better

ஐ ft. childe

ஐ summary. you told your boyfriend you'll kiss his bruises better, so what happens when his dick aches too?

ஐ warnings. (N)SFW, mdni, fem!reader, deep throating , dirty talk, fem. pet names. 1.2k words

ஐ notes. if i make a blowjob mini series, who would u wanna see!

truthfully, you dont even know how you ended up here; childe supporting his weight against the bathroom sink counter and you kneeling in between his legs, knees cushioned by the bath mat. 

“babbbyyy,” he drawls out with a pout, breaking you out of your thoughts. he teasingly pushes the head of his hard cock against your face, leaky tip smearing precum against your cheek, “you said you wanted to kiss it better, right? you said you’ll kiss everything that was hurting me, didn’t you angel?” 

you huff at him, “i was talking about your bruised face and your knuckles, you perv! i didn't know you would get hard from just a small kiss on your cheek!” 

he scoffs and rolls his eyes, “a perfectly natural reaction to your kisses, i believe. now c’mon give it a kiss, it hurts way more than any of these bruises do,” he says while flashing his boyish grin at you.

you roll your eyes at him before letting a glob of spit fall into the palm of your hand while maintaining eye contact with the harbinger. the lewd sight making childe’s eyes instantly haze with lust as he gently combs the hair out of your face and into a makeshift ponytail so he can see better.

you take his cock into your hands and lightly work up and down his length, making sure to twist your wrist when nearing his tip. the slick sounds and childe’s light groans sending a shock of arousal straight to your clit. 

his dick twitches with impatience in your hold, “angel, don't tease,” he huffs. “you have no idea how good you look right now. be good for me, baby c’mon, kiss it, it hurts,” he near whines while his grip on your hair tightens, making your breath hitch. 

looking up at him with lust filled eyes, your tongue pokes out to kitten lick at the bead of pre-cum oozing from his slit before planting a wet and exaggerated mwah on his swollen tip. 

childe grins from above you, blue iris nearly swallowed up by his blown out pupils. “s’cute, princess, fuck such a good girl, aren’t you?” 

you hollow your cheeks sucking on his tip while you hum in agreement. the vibrations causing his hips to buck into your mouth a little, making you both moan out. 

“mmmh, the base hurts too, baby. you wanna try kissing it there too, hm?” 

 you pull him out of your mouth with a wet plop, your hand replacing your tongue as you circle your palm around his sensitive head, making his jaw clench tight. 

“can’t reach back there without your help, ajax,” you pout up at him. 

he swears he nearly blows his load from how cute you look saying such a dirty sentence.

“oooh shit,” he breathes out a small laugh, “you want me to help you reach, pretty girl?” he coos, “i’ve got you, baby, say ahhh.” 

“ahhhhh,” you maintain eye contact while opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, giving him a little show as your hands come up to lightly rake your nails along his thigh. 

he grips the base of his cock as he lightly taps his sensitive head against your tongue a couple times, smirking to himself at the obscene plap, plap sounds. 

he stands away from the sink counter to give himself more stability as he inches his long cock into your mouth, hands gripping your hair tight to keep your head still. 

“o-oh, fuck,” he curses under his breath as he feels your hot tongue drag further and further down the underside of his shaft. his mushroom tip hits the back of your throat, throat constricting around him tightly as you choke around him. 

“a-ah! mhm that’s it, sweet girl, just relax f’me,” he lightly thrusts, slowly letting your throat adjust to him. “breathe baby, you’re doing so well. just a lil’ more, ugh making me feel so much better, aren't you, pretty?” 

you look up at him with tear dotted eyelashes, eyes glazed over with need, head a little fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. 

“a-almost there, mmh- such a good girl, yeah? doing such a good job kissin’ on me like this.”

his constant praise making you squeeze your thighs together, feeling the wetness pool in your own underwear, making a sticky mess. 

you whine needily around him, desperate to feel his cum down your throat already. taking a hand away from his thighs to play with his balls, giving them a light squeeze, trying to encourage him to go a bit faster. his breath hitches at the feeling of your gentle touch, feeling the white hot pleasure build at the base of his spine.

“o-oh shit-! big breath angel, ngh- gonna kiss the base for me? gonna make it feel all better, hm?” he slurs out, drunk off the feeling of making a mess out of your throat.

you take in a quick greedy inhale of air through your nose, your hands making their way back to his thighs, digging your nails into his toned flesh. his fingers, twisted in your hair, push your head forward to meet his thrusts, his flushed tip nestled deep between the tight walls of your throat. 

“f-fuck! mmmmh-! ooh sh-shit!” 

feeling your throat struggle to accommodate his dick as it flexes and constricts around him forces him to immediately shoot white ropes of cum down your throat, head tilted up towards the ceiling with his eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted together.

your lips meet the skin of the base of his cock in sloppy open mouth kisses as his hips stutter against your throat making you both moan out obscenely. 

“r-right there, oooh goooood girl. good. fuckin’. girl.” he punctuates each praise with short plunges in your throat before gently pulling his softening cock out of your mouth. 

throat finally free of the obstruction, you slump to the floor as you cough and swallow lungfuls of fresh air, fucked out tears and saliva smudged along your face. 

recovering quickly, he wets a hand towel before crouching down to meet you on the floor, gently wiping down your face. 

“s’good for me, baby. did so good, made me feel so much better, pretty. only you could make me feel like that, hm?” he showers you in praise as he cleans you up, grinning at you when he notices a small dopey smile come through on your lips as you catch your breath. 

“alright, upsy daisy, can't let my girl sit here on the cold tile now, can i?” he scoops you up into his strong arms as he lifts you up bridal style off the bathroom floor. entering your bedroom, he lays you down gently on the plush covers of the bed. 

he has a lovesick smile painted on his face as he pets your hair, watching your breathing slow back down to normal. reaching over you to litter your face in small kisses, you breathlessly giggle at his silly display of aftercare. you open your eyes to peek up his beaming face. 

“theeeere’s my princess! you rest here for a sec, i’ll go make some hot tea. i already know your voice is gonna sound a little fucked out,” he giggles. 

“ajax!” you hoarsely whisper shout at him, weakly swatting at his arm. his boyish laugh fills the room as he bounces up from the bed to hurry into the kitchen. 

“you stay there and rest for a second! it’ll be your turn when i get back!” 

[zolass]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗸

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ···─MOONSTRUCK with AJAX

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCharacter by @yanderefarm

Summary: It was already a stressful day, so it was definitely not on your agenda today to have a dead body on your kitchen floor. wc: 600+

tags: sexual content but no smut, humilation (a bit), mentions of murder, jealous Ajax, +

MOONSTRUCK: adjective: unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love.

Note: and now it's finally Ajax turn to shine- what a lil who- :)

Anyways hope it's alright.

Kneeling on the ground with a short skirt, showing the round buttocks and the black panties, wasn’t something Ajax thought would ever happen to him. His head was lowered and his usually styled hair hiding his eyes.

It was humiliating to say the least.

Well it was definitely something he wanted to happen, but maybe in other circumstances, not with you standing in front of him with arms crossed over your chest, anger and disappointment in your eyes.

But it wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t her right to eye you like that. It was only okay if he did this, his fist clenched as he thought about it. Crimson red blood pooled at his knees, but he didn’t care.

No he was rather satisfied. 

You simply stood in front of him, watching how he clenched his fist. There was a dead body of a young woman lying in her own blood. There was a big wound in her chest, the bloodied knife laying in the kitchen sink. You didn’t know when you started to build up a resistance to dead bodies lying right in front of you.

Well maybe it all began by the time of the first death that occurred just a room beside you. Ajax ex-girlfriend, since then things did turn more weirder, until one day Ajax almost attacked your friend. That was the first and only day you beat him up, you were seeing red that day.

But when Ajax saw how he pushed your buttons that day, made a bulge appear strain against his jeans, and maybe, he tried to get even more reactions out of you. He always thought about how you would look when the pleasure he gives you would take over your entire being.

Now that he knew that you were interested and attracted to men, he saw it as a rather big chance for him to drop his underwear in front of you and bend over. You possibly can’t help but fuck him silly and use him how you want. 

Yet the most he got from you was you masturbating while he kneeled in front of you with his mouth open and pupils blown wide by lust, as he waited for you to paint his face with your cum. It was the first step closer to having you bend him over and taking him over and over again.

All he wanted was his hole stuffed and puffy, while your cum ran down his thick thighs. 

He shuffled on his knees as his erect cock strained against the small panties, almost painfully. You leaned down and grabbed his chin rather rough, squeezing a bit, before you turned it up. Your eyes locked together, you immediately saw his hazed look, the lust in them basically screaming for you.

You leaned back against the kitchen counter, a dry chuckle leaving your lips,” how about– you be a good maid now and clean this mess up, and later I show your audience just what a cockslut you are for me, deal?” you spoke, head tilted slightly to the side, before you eyed his figure before turning to leave after he nodded his head eagerly. 

But before you left to go to your room, you spoke up again, “And keep the maid outfit on, you look good with it.” You said before finally leaving. Ajax basically had hearts in his eyes as he watched your retreating form, his heart beating quickly in his chest. 

You said he looked good with these clothes on.. Maybe it wasn’t that bad to wear this.

Oh the way you have him wrapped around your finger, moonstruck would be a better word for it.

[rustic-space-fiddle]

Things I love about EPIC: The Musical

Greek mythology hehehehehhehe (my weakness)

Little Ajax

The slightly different styles in each segment but the overarching cohesiveness

The crew singing choral vocals for Odysseus

POLITES *screaming crying throwing up*

The crew introducing Eurylochus but Odysseus introducing Polites

Odysseus’s ‘Ha ha HA Haaaaa!” What a smug lil $h!*

His whole description of Athena ~ fanboy energy

“Bestest of friends(?)!” “Okay chill kid” ”okay :D”

Polites definitely almost knocking himself out with lotus before Odysseus definitely takes it away like “oh honey no”

POLITES *STILL CRYING AND THROWING UP*

The RUMBBBBLING BOOOOOMS when Polyphemus enters—WOOO YOU CAN FEEL THE FEAR IN HIS FOOTSTEPS (also: heartbeats!)

I’m not a musically intelligent person so forgive me but the way the “take from you like you took from me / gift from you and a gift from me” sounds just makes my brain so happy

If music is math then that is definitely some solid well done math

“Nooooooobody, noooooooooobody, noo~ooOOOOOOOOOOOOH~bodyyyyyy”

“WATCH OUUUUUT!” *AGGRESSIVE CHORUS*

“My brothers-!” yall I’m gonna freakin cry

The visceral death sounds when the club comes out

Polyphemus’s voice slowing like a giant robot powering down to show him falling asleep

The sound slowly fading in as Odysseus takes in the death around him (I imagine he’s looking at the remains of Polites)

The sound Athena makes whenever she appears or disappears (NOTICE SHE DOESNT MAKE THAT SOUND WHEN SHE LEAVES FOR THE LAST TIME! just empty wind…)

“HEY CYCLOPS!”

“The next time that you dare choose not to spare, remember them.” UGH BEAUTIFUL

The growl in “REMEMBER ME.”

Ship sounds!

The entirety of “My Goodbye”. It’s just such a good argument song and I love it so much.

Odysseus’s angry “HEY.” when Athena basically blames the death of his friends on his kindness.

The fact that Odysseus isn’t afraid to absolutely WRECK Athena verbally? She has definitely killed and turned people into spiders for less

You can tell he felt a little bad about it and that she actually was kinda hurt by it too (silence is a heckuva tool)

“Aim for the island in the sky” oh yeah I’m listening to a Greek myth wHEEEZE

Eurylochus slowly getting on Odysseus’s nerves till he literally has to pull him aside and tell him to stfu

No but actually Eurylochus is not being a real one rn he is not being helpful

The wind god ( *0v0*)

“Why are my eyes and my heart and my soul so heavy?” WOW OKAY DANG

Poseidon’s entrance — DANG SON THE POWER OF THE SEA IS PALPABLE

“Ruthlessness is mercy—DIE.”

The crew calling for their captain as they’re taken by the sea

THE AUDACITY OF POSEIDON TO REMIND ODYSSEUS OF HIS OWN WORD—“when does a ripple become a tidal wave/ when does a man become a monster”—DURING THIS CRISIS. WHAT A PETTY JERK (do it again)

Eurylochus try to confess and Odysseus refusing to let him. There three reasons I think this is: 1) he doesn’t know why he wants to confess but he literally does not have time for his #2 to be having a moment rn. 2) he knows what Eurylochus did and is choosing to keep him quiet because he needs the crew not to dwell on this/he’s trying not to punch him in the face. 3) he knows what he did and he’s saying “stfu” as a way of forgiveness. All of these are great options imo

“We couldn’t resist!” “What was it?” “A woman!” “…w h a t. -_-“ my man is fed up rn

“We have to save them!” “NO WE DON’T” EURYLOCHUS WTF IS WRONG W YOU BRO

Hermes’s insane laugh !!!! LOVE

Hermes’s entire song

Rhyming “Be hurt” with “beat her” BRAIN SO HAPPY

Someofthamagic~ BRAIN SO HAPPY AGH

The fight between Odysseus and Circe~ so evenly matched! Wits, power, but she beat him! She beat him even though he didn’t cave.

“I dug the root up w my bare hands!” “Hermes gave it to you didn’t he” “…okay fine yes but rGARDLESS—“

The fact that Odysseus calls Penelope his power

Circe’s empathetic sigh because she’s not a monster, she’s a protector, and her heart has been touched by Odysseus’s earnestness and love for his wife and for his brothers

HER OUTRO WAHHHHHHH

[loganwalkerz]

Headcannons along with tiny relationship headcannons for The Ghosts sexualities :)

Logan Walker: Closeted Bisexual who doesn't really care to come out. He'll bring home a girl one time and then a boy another. He doesn't come out he just let's people figure it out. Doesn't feel the need to tell anyone who he's crushing on or if he's dating either, he'll just casually bring someone home and if anyone asks he'll casually respond "my partner" and continue on. It's not that he doesn't care but he just doesn't feel the need to tell anyone anything.

Is the type of partner to randomly give you gifts because something reminded him of you. Enjoys watching the way his partner smiles as a lil plush of their favourite animal is on the bed or if they have their favourite dinner in the fridge.

Is a crystal guy, will buy you shiny rocks and tell you the meanings behind them. If you are into zodiac signs he'll let you ramble bout them.

Hesh Walker: Questioning. He doesn't know as he's not really had the time to look into himself, he had a responsibility as a older brother who lost his mother and has a military father. He then had another responsibility when he became a soldier. His first crush was probably Jessica Rabbit then he saw Keegan sparring with Ajax and decided he wanted to be pinned by Sergeant Russ too.

Is a very sweet partner, he enjoys sharing tasks. Cooking dinner is a duo job. Shopping is a duo job. bathing Riley is a duo job. So is taking Riley on walks. Being an older brother hes desperate for approval that he was often declined by Elias. He'll need some validation and comfort, he doesn't spend a lot of money on gifts but he LOVES taking his partner on dates to paint pottery or deer watching. He doesn't hunt them but he loves watching them.

Elias Walker: Bisexual but a lot like Logan just doesn't tell anyone unless they ask him. He has a wife. He had exes of both genders. He was a hardworking man and after his wife died swore to never date again as he was utterly heartbroken.

He'll need someone with a stable mindset, needs them to understand that he's a captain so he's busy a lot. That doesn't mean he won't send you love letters and roses.

Thomas Merrick: closeted gay. I think due to being raised in a very American military family, some homophobia went on in his household, so when he began having thoughts about guys, he immediately began to freak out. He didn't want to be gay as he wanted to be his father's "perfect" son. He's got internalised homophobia. When he meets Rorke he definitely had a few thoughts that he was ashamed of and it was actually his old drill Sergeant from his marine days that helped him understand that his thoughts weren't bad. That he's not wrong for how he feels and that he's accepted.

It was very hard to get Merrick to open up about his feelings but it would've definitely been after a long chat he finally admits how he feels for you and in general. He's slow to start dating wanting to ease into that life that he's been depreived off. He's scared even if he doesn't admit it because he's meant to be a tough captain.

He tries to be gentle with his partner and unlearn his father's ways. Showing he will still be a good partner and a good captain.

Ajax Johnson: Pansexual who is very open, has grabbed Keegans ass in front of everyone calling him his "honey boo bear" watching Keegan die of cringe with a proud smirk. He was the guy in high-school who denied being any queer thoughts but would constantly be sitting on his friends laps and flirting, squeezing each other's muscles whilst their girlfriends sit so confused.

Dating Ajax means dating Keegan. The two are joined at the hip so when third person comes along expect to be sandwiched between the two as they secretly cause chaos. Will make sure to embaress you with cringe nicknames that you secretly adore. Keegan who's love is reassurance and words whilst Ajax love language is touch. Getting praised by Keegan and smothered by Ajax. What a way to go huh?

Kick: He doesn't care for the labels, he finds the labels overwhelming. Kick hates being perceived in general so when someone asks him a personal question he stares blankly until Neptune will cough breaking the awkward silence as the person walks away. Kick has dated one person in his life and hasn't felt attraction much towards others than this person.

He's got a very strict routine that he's had since he first joined the military and HATES when it's changed. Often Neptune and Merrick prepare Kick early for changes in plans so he can mentally prepare.

Loves gift giving, will get matching everything. Bracelets. Boxers. Shirts. Pajamas. Piercings. Knifes.

Neptune: omnisexual, he's attracted to all genders but he's mostly attracted to Kick's ass. And personality of course. He's not dated around much but definitely had his fair share of crushes. had a crush on captain America as a kid but saw bucky and fainted.

Love language is quality time, he loves to do his paperwork with his partner. Cooking with them. Watching movies. Even scrolling through social media in the same room.

Torch: Straight but ally. He had a girlfriend once but broke up with her as he felt bad with how much time he was putting into his work over her. Felt like she deserved better. He's had a few hook ups but doesn't do long lasting. He's the token straight guy the Ghosts love.

And of course, Rorke: I'd like to say demisexual. He's definitely not a major sex addict although after some trauma maybe had some issues with hypersexuality, but that's not something he could control and he's aware of that as much as he hates it. Rorke tries to not get his feelings involved with his align of work, he learned after Elias that not even the closest ones to you can be trusted.

As a partner it takes A LOT of time for him to truly open up to you, and even then he probably wouldn't tell you everything he's been through. He doesn't really care for gender, as long as you respect his boundaries.

Doesn't do PDA. Struggles with affection in general due to trauma and doesn't take praise well. Praise makes him feel oddly disgusted especially after the pit.

He needs his space but he likes to be in the same room as you. He won't join in on activities but will observe you doing.things like cooking or cleaning. He'll help out every so often but tries to keep himself busy also.

Will spend time with you whilst cleaning guns, he'll show you how to protect yourself. Teach you a lot of self defense and what to do in kidnapping and hostage scenarios.

He's a gentle but distant lover. You won't be able to convince him against the federation, he's brainwashed and has been tortured. He makes it clear you stand by him or no where near him at all.

[ethanlandryshotwife]

All I wanted was you | Xavier T.

Summary: All Y/n wanted was Xavier.

pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!reader

warnings: Cursing and like rude comments ig??? No smut u lil weirdos (I was reading smut like 2 minutes ago but whatever)

Enemies to lovers??

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I hate Xavier Thorpe.

I hate all the stupid things he says. All the unnecessary comments he makes. 

Sometimes I want to kiss him, but the other times I just want to bash his head into the fucking wall. 

Every guy that has tried to ask me out I rejected because of him, I only wanted him. He just won’t get what I’m trying to tell him. Most of my friends know about the feelings I’ve developed.

It’s stupid. I’m tired of acting like I hate him. When I don’t.

“What are you thinking about?” Xavier says from next to me. Right now we are in Ms. Thornhill's class. She gave us assigned seats and mine was next to Xavier's.

“Thinking of the best possible way I can kill you in your sleep and get away with it,” I reply to him. Snarky, like always.

“Aww, you’re thinking about me.” He teases. You don’t even know, Thorpe.

I chuckle in response.

If only I could get him out of my fucking head. It’s like I’m being haunted. “What plant is this?” Xavier asks shoving his paper in my face. Gosh, he is so stupid sometimes.

“It’s the bleeding heart, we have been learning about it this whole week, idiot,” I explained it to him. “How is learning about stupid ass plants going to help us in life anyway.” He remarked mostly talking with his hands.

I’ve always noticed that.

“It will help you if you decide to go out into the wilderness Mr.Thorpe.” Ms.Thornhill overhears from her desk “Now, do your work.” She adds then goes back to grading papers.

I quietly laugh. “Bitch.” He mutters.

____

“Let's go shopping for the Rave’n.” This is the sentence that brought me here watching Enid twirling around in her perfect white dress.

“Do you like it?” She asks, for the 100th time “Yea, its cute.” I reply. I’m not trying to be a bad friend or anything but I just don’t really care about the dress or the Rave’n overall, I don’t even think I’m going.

“You keep saying that!” She pouts like a child “Anyways, what are you going to wear?” She questions me. 

My PJs, then I’m getting into my bed and going to sleep.

“Um, I don’t think I’m going,” I answer honestly. I know she's going to freak out. “What do you mean!” She yells.

“I just don’t really feel like it this year Enid, I’m sorry.” I apologize. “Nope, you are going. Even if I have to drag you there with my own paws.” She threats. “Please don’t make me,” I beg already knowing where this is going.

2 minutes later I’m in a spaghetti strap white dress with a slit on the leg.(the photo is at the bottom, or Imagine whatever you want idgaf)

“Its perfect.” Enid squeals “we’re going to be the baddest looking bitches in the room.” She snickered. Oh lord save me.

____

“Put the heels on before I hit you.” Is what echoes off of my dorm walls right now.

currently, Enid is forcing me to put heels on. I promised myself I would fight back, but it wasn’t enough against Enid's wrath and her claws. 

I internally cried as I slipped on the white heels. “Gorgeous,” Enid says looking at both of us in the mirror. If only I felt it.

“My goal tonight is to make Ajax jealous,” Enid says. She has been mad at him ever since he stood her up and considering the way he talks about her something obviously happened.

“What is your goal?” She asks me. To stay away from Xavier as best as I can. “To sneak away when you’re not looking.” I answer causing her to giggle.

A knock on the door stops her giggling, “He’s here.” she squeals running to the door “Who?” I say. What is this girl planning? “Well, I found some people who didn’t have dates and.....” Enid trails. 

“What!” I yell. I wanted to go by myself, not with some horny teenage boy.

“Who are the ‘people’?” I ask her. It better not be some jackass.

“Kent and that guy from the pilgrim world.” She answers before I can say anything she opens the door. Just like she said Kent and Lucas are standing at the door. “Hey guys, we were just finishing up.” She says.

She set me up with Kent. He asked me how to spell ‘you’ last year. God, I’m going to kill her.

My heels click against the hard floor under me as I walk. “Let's go!” Enid squeals practically running down the hall. I try my best to catch up with her in these heels.

I almost fall over a few times but I managed to catch up with her at the doors. “Come on!” She says dragging me into the door leaving are dates. “Welcome to The Rave’n girls.” Ms.Thornhill says with a creepy welcoming smile.

“Let's go get some Yeti-tini.” She shouted over the loud music. She grabs my hand and we walk over to the stand. I end up bumping into someone while waiting for her to fill our cups.

“Sorry,” I say before I meet the eyes of the person. It was Xavier, in a white suit and his hair down like usual. (Kill that man bun it was triggering the first time I saw it.)

“You actually look good for once.” He says while looking at my outfit. For once? “Well, you kinda look like that old man from KFC,” I reply.

“Touché.” He snickers “Look who has been paying attention in french, I’m proud.” I say giving him a little clap “Only took me 2 days to learn, a new record.” He laughs.

I look next to me and Enid has disappeared. “You here with anyone?” He adds. So much for staying away from him tonight. “I mean I guess not, my supposed date is making out with someone right now.” I say pointing to Kenny making out with a girl I don’t know.

“What about you?” I ask “Not really I pissed her off and she ran.” he explains earning a hum from me. Who is his date?

“Want to dance?” He says changing the subject. I can’t dance for shit. “I don’t see why not.” I answer.

Unexpectedly he grabs my hand and leads me to the middle of the dance floor. Life just seems to love me right now because as soon as we hit the middle of the floor it turns into a slow song.

 “I’ve never slow danced in my life.” I tell him with panic on my face. “Just follow me.” He says as if we’re in some movie “People only say that in movies following you isn't helping shit.” I explain to him, I’m most likely going to bust my ass.

He starts laughing as I trip over my own foot “Shut up.” I say hitting him upside the head and making him laugh harder. I wish a hole would just swallow me whole right now.

“Do you just want to get out of here?” He asks.

“yea, but we better run before End attacks us.” I tell him he smiles in response. He takes my hand and leads me out of the dance.

Me and Xavier end up on the balcony that overlooks the quad. I usually hang out here when I’m not in the mood to hang out with my friends. 

Silence fills the air as we look over the balcony “You know I don’t actually hate you.” Xavier says out of nowhere. “I guess you’re okay.” I say sarcastically rolling my eyes causing Xavier to chuckle.

“The argument I got into with my date was about you.” Xavier confesses. “talking about me, eh?” I ask. I don't recall doing anything to Xavier or his date, I don’t think.

He laughs.

“I just felt like you needed to know.” He tells me “What did I do to start the argument?” I ask him. “You didn’t do anything, it’s my fault.” He answers.

“I’m so confused.” I giggle. Did I do something to his date? “She said I talked about you too much.” He says.

Oh.

“Can I do something?” He asks me “Go ahead, Mr.Thorpe.” I say. I don't know what I expected him to do, but it most certainly wasn't this.

Xavier gently put his lips on mine. It felt like finally eating food you have been carving for a long time.

Sadly Xavier pulled away to breathe. Our noses touching “I think I kinda like you.” He admits. “Kinda?” I ask.

If only you knew, Xavier.

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Taking request!

Damn this took all night my back hurts. Btw I apologize I was very bored so I wrote this, I’m begging you if I spelled something wrong tell me bc its so embarrassing. Anyways I think ima start a kill Xavier's man bun cult what do you think?

The dress and heels or whatever u want idc<3

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hello! Hope you are well.

it has been a while since I have requested :)

but I come back to give you a delicious idea if you haven’t already done it.

Foul legacy doing a lil mating dance. Just to get your attention and permission to start dating. I think it would just be so cute for Moth to try to impress us with his fur and trills. Maybe engage in a dance 💃

hope you have a good day/night! - Baking anon

oh my goodness hello hello!!!!!! i've missed you, welcome back!!!! :D this is so cute Foul Legacy totally would to hehe

it always starts with his fur ruffling, the lilac strands fluffing up and trying to look soft and impressive for you as he lowers himself to your height, crystalline eye bright and shining. you almost think he's getting ready to playfully pounce on you until his wings flutter, head tilting as he lets out small, harmonious chirps. a smile spreads across your face as you watch him leap and bound around you, showing off his fur and wings and the glowing edges that adorn his body, glowing in the night. you can't help but clap when his curious yet mesmerizing dance ends, Legacy trilling happily as he approaches you again, wings still slightly raised and glittering. he tilts his head to the side again, crouching so he can look you in the eye and gently nudging your shoulder in question, speaking no words but somehow conveying exactly what he wants to ask. you just smile gently, cupping his face with your hands and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, and you feel Legacy's purrs before you hear them

Ajax is SO embarrassed when you told him about Legacy's dance, letting out a groan and hiding his face in his hands- his Abyssal side really did encapsulate all his strongest emotions. his red cheeks only darken when you gently tease him, asking if he's going to do a dance for you as well, and Ajax simply huffs and sweeps you into his arms, pressing his forehead stubbornly against yours. Foul Legacy only purrs smugly when you recount Ajax's reaction, proudly fluttering his wings- he'll gladly dance for you again! anytime you want! perhaps you could also join in this time, a symbol of your relationship. he'd have to teach you, of course, but Legacy doesn't mind in the slightest- and maybe one day you'd convince Ajax to dance with you, a slow, gentle waltz under the endless starry sky

[venusandsaturnsrings]

Cute chubby warm little reader with her disgusting incel bf Ajax :(( Ajax is always admiring her perfect chubby thighs, cute tummy and big breasts:((( he just can't help himself she's just SO cute always greeting him with a smile and excitement and even doing little jumps when extra happy<3 or maybe even incel bf with her she's just so sweet and innocent yk! So polite, sweet and well trained :(( she'd make such a cute little house wife for him not having to worry about anying from money to what's happening around her :(((

(I COULDNT FIND RULES OR IF YOU WERE OPEN SORRY)

hehehe anon u know EXACTLY what i crave what i desire <33 yucky icky incel childe and his cute soft lil gf he foams at the mouth over <3 bee tee dubs, i don’t rlly have rules n such!! ppl can send me whatever whenever n i’ll probably respond at some point maybe!! i have month old things in ma inbox n drafts whoopsies!! but i was quick with urs bc incel childe <3 ^u^ blurb btc!!

Ajax is… slimy. gross. greasy. he’s what most would turn their noses up at but you didn’t. it almost felt as though you pitied him with the way your already doe eyes softened towards him. he knew you let him into your heart and that should’ve been enough but… he had to stay there. had to carve out an Ajax shaped hole to rest for eternity. you were his most beloved and to let you go was a crime, one only punishable by death.

your hands are soft, he notes. softer than his boobie mousepad, softer than his body pillows, softer than… other things. Ajax wants to hold them forever. he adores when you cling to him, wrap yourself around his hand or arm, and stay there like it’s your home. he thinks it’s just adorable the way you giggle and smile up at him, swaying around and chattering away about something that he isn’t listening to because god you look so kissable right now. he wants to kiss you until you’ve both passed out from lack of air and love shared. your lips belong against him in all sorts of ways but right now they should be on his own though, he can’t bring himself to end whatever rant your on for it would stop the sweet melody of your voice. Ajax comforts himself saying he’ll have plenty other chances to kiss you.

he spoils you to bits. his sweet girl is fawning over a little trinket or a new dress? consider it yours! any money spent is worth it to see the happy claps and bounces you respond with and that adorable smile on your face. he’d run his bank account dry, which is nearly impossible, if it equated to seeing your joy.

and oh, your body. he’d love you in any form but your squish tummy and tits? good luck prying his hands from you, you’ll need the jaws of life to get out. Ajax adores being able to nap on your just as squishy thighs while kneading your stomach and breasts like a cat. you’re his own personal stress ball!

Ajax adores his sweet little wifey. he’d go to the end of the universe and back should you request it. <3

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Hi!! I love your blog and I’m enjoying your Odypen headcanons and theories very much! I recently started reading the Iliad so I’m new to all this and I just want to know your opinion on smth. In song 1, lines 135-140 Agamemnon mentions the bride prizes of several Achaean leaders, including Odysseus. Obviously nothing else is mentioned, no name, just that he has one, too. What’s your take on that? Any headcanons? I honestly hate the whole cheating discourse around him and I don’t want to add more fuel to the fire because in the Odyssey he was clearly a victim!! I would just love to know what you think about this particular thing in the Iliad. Considering the historical and cultural context, having a bride prize was normal in war (albeit awful from our modern standpoint). But Odysseus is a very interesting and complicated character so this could go in many different ways with him, and in any case it doesn’t really change my opinion on his love for Penelope. Thank you! :)

Thank you so much!!! That's so kind! And I'm so happy you're reading the Iliad! I hope you enjoy it! I'm so happy you're enjoying my silly and I DO have many thoughts about it! :D

And very good that either way, it doesn't change your opinion on his love for Penelope. My opinion/interpretation regardless of those lines, that should ALWAYS be the interpretation that people have of Odysseus.

So idk if you've seen my Aspec OdyPen silliness yet and/or my "Odysseus is a half-eunich from the boar". BUT those are my headcanons. (which I can delve into further later)

but I'll go over the canon evidence now. :P

(disclaimer: Slavery is a fucked up thing regardless of the circumstances. this is in no way excusing any of it)

So IDK which translation you're reading, but as someone who's read multiple versions...Some just say "Prize", and with the "it" and "something". I...didn't really see it as a woman and/or specifically a concubine.

Let Achaeans give me another prize, equal in value, something I’ll enjoy. If not, then I’ll take a prize myself by force,                                   something from you or Ajax or Odysseus.

(Book 1, Johnston)

Let the Achaeans find me a prize in fair exchange to my liking, or I will come and take your own, or that of Ajax or of Ulysses; and he to whomsoever I may come shall rue my coming.

(Book 1, Butler)

But if they do not give me such a gift, then I will seize your own prize or Ajax’s or Odysseus’ and carry it away, angering whomever I visit.

(Book 1, Heumann)

So to ME, (I do not know what the actual words said mean) I take "Prize" of "something of equal value" and/or just a slave.

As yeah...My Odysseus is aspec (basically Pen-romantic/Pen-sexual), I kind of plan to WRITE it personally as a bit of a thing with "Grab one of Odysseus' slaves, he doesn't use them as concubines."

And with Odysseus being the one to transport Chryseis, I have it where it's a bit of "I'll go bring her to her father. Take any slave you wish from my tent if you must. I don't care."

Agamemnon dragged a swift ship down the shore, chose twenty sailors, loaded on the oxen, offerings for the god, and led on fair-cheeked Chryseis.          Shrewd Odysseus shipped on as leader. All aboard, they set off, carving a pathway through the sea.

(Book 1, Johnston)

(Also with Ajax and his girlfriend/bride prize, I think this kind of made him extremely worried. My Odysseus and Ajax have "special beef" even BEFORE the war but they are fine about it by the war. Odysseus not only doesn't have a concubine or slave woman he's attached to but he also was helping a bro out in a way lol.)

And Odysseus is a king and a piece of shit. It's horrible but it feels in character for my lil asshole to basically use pretty slaves in trading. "Hey, you like lighthaired girls, yeah? Well, you have that really pretty silver-studded sword...I want it. Would you like to exchange?"

I want to make it clear that I'm not writing like this or interpreting this in the way of "UwU Odysseus is too of a good boy for that." as that feels icky to try and "make everyone else shitty to make him 'better'". It's literally because Odysseus is just simply LIKE this. He has basically no libido/sex drive if Penelope isn't around. (I'm keeping this as safe for wormlings as I can so I'll leave it at that.)

An old wip post explains it more but I'll also put the wip itself here to kind of explain lol

My Odysseus is a "pretty boy" as he is in canon as well, and he hates when people make moves on him.

BUT these are just MY headcanons and/or what I plan to write, while I just don't really vibe with Odysseus being with folks willingly other than Penelope I have big gay for her. I live vicariously through Odysseus. I love her so much I can't stop others and other people COULD find evidence of Odysseus being with others if they truly wanted.

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Wednesday realizing her budding romantic relationship with Enid is suddenly in jeopardy by two girls who are already upfront with their intentions is so funny though, like I can imagine her first thought being murder, this is no longer a love triangle this is the hunger games big prize being a wonderful and confident werewolf gf

Wednesday: (Threatening with a knife) get back, you savages! You had your chance!

Enid: Willa?????

Not that she would be so upfront and obvious about it, but I can IMAGINE Enid presenting her as her “roomie” and Wednesday just death glaring harder than she has done ever before, meanwhile Enid is just (understandably) lost and begging Yoko for help, and Yoko thinks it’s absolutely hilarious and there is already a betting pool on which shorty with an attitude will win

Listen, I think witnessing Enid be absolutely distraught for two years with two separate girls than she did with Ajax could be proof that Enid needs some love in her life

Like pheobe left Enid quiet when the second semester of junior year came in and she wouldn't say a damn thing abt her experience. The only proof that smth happened are those posts this pheobe did on Enid's phone and pictures that Enid would look at sometimes before she locked them away

Bc dammit, I feel so bad for the amount of whump I put her through so I'm letting her be chased and feel the love of someone that could've went so well

Unfortunately life don't work like that, soooo

Enid moves on, slowly then she meets Tara during the start of senior year and it's this whirlwind all over again. Except her ass got in the middle of a murder mystery that lasts for three to four days and Enid doesn't know if what she's truly feeling is romance or the high of nearly dying bonding them together

In the end, it doesn't matter and so they hug it out and Enid is thinking this might just be her love life, drifting from person to person and losing parts of herself to a what could've been

So when smth is could happen with Wenclair near the end of senior year, Enid is rightfully afraid because she doesn't want to lose wednesday. There's something terrifying about high-school ending and realizing that their friendship could end with it too

So when February rolls around with Wenclair still skirting along each other, the girls roll in and holy shit the way the gang were vibing in Jericho did not at all expect Enid to freeze

And yknow your chances are on the line because Enid isnt insecure. Okay that's a lie, she is a lil bit, but shes brave at times and it says something that when a girl with leather jacket walks in, Enid fucking dives behind yoko

Wednesday thinks it's a potential murder victim, maybe it's an old girl who bullied her loathed love

Except leather jacket goes "Enid!" with the biggest smile ever and is Enid looking shy!? The wolf is peaking out of Yoko's shoulder, giving a wave as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear with a nervous grin

The werewolf hasn't blushed since junior year, who tf is this girl

"pheobe," Enid breathes and oh hell no, the way Wednesday went from fingering her knife to full on grasping it has the rest of the gang looking at her

Safe to say Enid ditches them and Wednesday is left sulking at the table, glaring daggers at the back of the werewolf because what in the nine circles of hell is this!?

Enid's distracted the whole weekend after that and like okay, Wednesday understands, Enid can have friends but she misses her roommate like a man missing his lung. Everything is damn unbearable without her and so it's a relief when Monday comes around because Enid is studious, surely there is-

There's a college student introduced to them in biology class, said to be staying there for a week to figure out more about outcasts

Nevermore, ever so accepting and willing to bridge a gap between normies and outcasts accepted the offer off a student staying for a bit, absolutely ecstatic at this chance

Alright, normally wednesday wouldn't care until Enid freezes once again in the corner of her eyes.

Something drops in the seers gut and a horrible festering feeling churns

Yoko is out, having skipped the lesson so there is one empty seat next to the werewolf. Wednesday has no good reason to stab the teacher for their convoluted plan because it was simply understandable to put the new outlier in an empty seat

(she might spike their drink in pettyness however)

So Wednesday watches with a tight jaw as this normie went and slipped her hand into Enid's so easily that it left the watcher green with envy

"enid," tara says and she's looking at her roommate like she's the reason she lives. It's disgusting because wednesday recognizes it like it's her own face

"told you we'd meet again," enid chirps and she looks delighted. "I didn't expect it to be like this tho!"

It's another one, Wednesday thinks and her pen snaps in half.

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Hello! A belated WIP Wednesday please, if you don't mind?

Hey anon! I didn’t answer this yesterday when I got it because I was working on the next Fates chapter (which I posted yesterday) and I couldn’t find something to share that wasn't spoilery 🥲 but today I started working on a lil disasters one shot for an anon ask I received a few days ago, so here you go:

Christmas dinners aren't really a thing in the Pelides household. 

It has always been this way. When Achilles and Patroclus were growing up, Peleus was away most of the time, the house ringingly hollow in his absence. Sometimes, Telamon and Periboea would invite them over to their place, and they got to hang out with Ajax and Teucer after stuffing themselves with turkey or pie, but for the most part, it was just them two. There were no fancy dinners, no loud family gatherings, no presents under the tree; they would have some of the take away they'd ordered the previous day, sometimes sneak a wine bottle out of Peleus' extensive collection, then spend the rest of the day playing video games, watching bad movies or roaming the empty town with their bikes. 

And that was fine. Patroclus never saw why some days had to be spent differently from others, simply because of some arbitrary rule or law. Christmas has never held any particular significance for him, no greater than Easter does, or the 15th of August; they are all holidays meant for others to celebrate, family-centred occasions that Patroclus could never truly participate in, or had any deep seated desire to, anyway. It's something he accepted long before.

Achilles has always felt the same as he. Always they would make fun of those boring, stale customs together, and took great pride and enjoyment in doing so; so it is something of a surprise when Achilles informs him that they'll be going back to Phthia for the holidays, and that Christmas dinner is going to be held in their house this year.

"Is Peleus well?" Patroclus asks Achilles in shock, after he has hung up the phone. "His health, I mean."

Achilles simply shrugs. "He sounded just fine to me. A little excited about it as well, if you can believe it. Ajax and Messa are also invited, Teucer too."

It certainly sets off more than a few alarm bells in Patroclus' head. Peleus staying in Phthia during the holidays is a rare occasion in and of itself; expressing any sort of desire to gather the family together is very much unlike him indeed. It makes Patroclus wonder whether Peleus is suffering from some kind of illness he's not told them yet, and is simply waiting to announce it to all of them over dinner.

Patroclus sets down his book, shifting around on the couch to face him. 

"Tell me the truth," he asks Achilles, very seriously. "Is Peleus going senile?"

Achilles laughs and shakes his head. "He's fine. His other plans probably fell through, and he doesn’t want to spend Christmas alone. Happens to the best of us." 

Patroclus nods, but remains thoroughly unconvinced. "I'll get him some crossword-puzzles, just in case," he murmurs. "Heard they help with dementia." 

Achilles snorts and smacks him with one of the throw pillows.

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I havent named this either lmao whatever not my best work, but at least im done w it now lmao

uuuuuhhhhhhhhh yeah odys is dead here. definetly. poor lil ajax is left to pick up the pieces. ......here we go!

Ajax heard it second hand, at first. Of course he didn’t believe it – it seemed impossible! After ten years of war, after the cylcops, after grabbing Astyanax from the ashes of Troy. For his friends, for his crew, for his son. The Captain couldn’t be dead.

Because that was the rumor, circling the deck like crows over the battlefield. That Captain Odysseus was dead (the fuck?). No – not quite. That the Captain had been murdered, by none other than his second in command. Eurylochus (double fuck, there was no way). Or at the very least – that the man was hauling around his corpse (…at this point, Ajax was convinced he was being messed with).

It was absurd!

Ajax… well, he didn’t want to brag or anything but…

“You don’t know what you’re talking about – Eurylochus would never!” Ajax had been spending a lot of time around both the Captain and his second in command – mostly Eurylochus, admittedly – since departing from Troy for Ithaca. If there was one thing he knew for certain… “Him and Polites love the Captain; they’re his best friends. Plus – there’s no way the Captain’s dead. You’re just making shit up.”

“I saw it myself!” Elpenor exclaimed, throwing out his arms. The poor man looked to be on the verge of tears, with his glassy eyes and red, splotchy face. His outspread hands trembled, and that was the only reason Ajax hadn’t immediately decked him for even joking about something like that, consequences be damned. “When he saw me, he – he gave me this look and I booked it.”

“Then you can’t know for sure!” Ajax snapped back, leaping to his feet. “You didn’t even ask–”

“No, no –” someone else cut in. ajax turned his glare to them, but the newcomer wasn’t fazed. “I heard that too, from Perimedes this morning – he saw it too.”

“What – what about Polites?” Surely he wouldn’t stand for this – this slander!

“Perimedes said he was just watching, this morning,” the man Ajax now recognized as Demosthenes shrugged, wringing his hands. “Didn’t – didn’t seem concerned at all.”

“Then there you have it!” Ajax turned on his heel, stalking off towards the stairs. “If the Captain were dead, then Polites wouldn’t just be standing around!”

And neither would Eurylochus, for that matter, but his point still stood. Still… the jittering anxiety still lingered from just how serious everyone had been – and the rumor had to have been born from something. Ajax would go find Eurylochus, and he’d tell him that the Captain wasn’t dead, where did you even get such an absurd idea? and everything would be fine.

Yeah, yeah. That’s what he’d do.

Go find Eurylochus.

…only Eurylochus wasn’t below deck. He wasn’t by the bow of the ship, or by the Captain’s cabin. He wasn’t even on this ship, by the looks of it which was… odd, but – not concerning! The man probably just needed a change of scenery or something – understandable with all the bullshit going on here.

That still begged the question of where was he, though.

“Hey!”

From the ship across, Nikomachos leant over the railing towards him. “What’s up, kid?”

“Have you seen Eurylochus?” Ajax eyed the distance between the two ships critically. He could jump that, probably, if he needed to.

“Yeah, e’s over here,” the other man lowered his voice, shifting from side to side and glancing over his shoulder. Ajax frowned – that wasn’t a good sign. “But… y’don’t want to be over ‘ere, right now. It’s…”

But Ajax was already backing away, getting a running start to leap the distance and cling to the other ship’s railing. The other man cursed, loudly and desperately, and Ajax felt strong hands wrap around his arm to help drag him on board.

“Fucking Hades, kid!” Ajax winced at the loud voice in his ear, but scrambled upright and gently shook off the steadying hands on his shoulders. “What were you thinking–”

“Where was he?”

“–what?” the man spluttered at the interruption.

“Eurylochus. Where did you say he was?”

“Kid…”

“Whatever,” Ajax glanced around. Where should he look first? “Thank you for your help–”

Leaving Nikomachos behind, Ajax darted off. He could guess why he was being warned away from the second-in-command but… Ajax needed to know.

They were wrong, they were all wrong. They had to be.

 Eurylochus wasn’t difficult to find.

Everywhere he looked, Ajax saw clumps of people, huddled together with hushed whispers and wary glances over hunched shoulders. They clustered at the edges of the ship, presences less frequent the more he moved inward, and so Ajax followed the trail they left through fearful, lingering glances and shoulders turned inwards, away, until there were no more than a handful of cautious lurkers all circling the deck like the rumors in the air. Everyone else avoided the center of the deck like a disease, and that was how Ajax knew he was close. Each step closer landed against the wood of the deck like thunder, and each impact sent lightning down his spine.

This was ridiculous. Ridiculous! Why was he so afraid? There was nothing to be so nervous about; there was no way the Captain was dead. If he was – if he was then there was no way Polites and Eurylochus would be as calm as Demosthenes had said they’d been. They loved the man too much to not… sink the entire fleet with the force of their grief, if the Captain really was… gone. If the Captain were to die it would be in a blaze of gore and glory, not some quiet covered up–

“Ajax!” a cheerful voice broke him from his thoughts making him flinch in shock even as he relaxed, recognizing the voice. Ajax shook himself out and blinked until he could recognize the wood beneath his feet again, before looking up to see Polites making his way towards him, smiling kindly. “What are you doing here, my friend? Last I heard you weren’t on this ship.”

“I need to talk to Eurylochus,” Ajax admitted, glancing back down. “I heard a… concerning rumor.”

“A rumor?”

“Yeah,” Ajax glanced over his shoulder at where another soldier lurked in the shadows, letting the concern in the older man’s voice sooth his fears. “People are – people are saying that the Captain is – is dead and–”

“Oh that,” Polites interrupted, chuckling.

Not an outright denial. With the way he said it, Ajax wasn’t sure if it was reassuring or not, but followed dutifully as the man steered him forwards. “Eurylochus! Someone’s here to talk to you, my friend!”

“They finally worked up the courage, huh?” Eurylochus’s voice echoed back, in a tone that could almost be amused. Ajax took a couple steps away from Polites, towards the voice of his second-in-command.

“Sir?” he called out, wringing his hands. “I–”

Eurylochus appeared, padding down from the Bridge, face as passive and unimpressed as always. It would have been a comforting sight – Ajax had come to get to know the man a bit, since that night with little Astyanax – but this time, his voice stuttered to a halt in time with the man’s appearance. Because–

“Ah, Ajax,” but he couldn’t focus on anything but the fucking body draped across the other man’s shoulders. “What can I do for you?”

“I–” he stammered weakly, choking on his own voice. “What–?”

“Hmm?” Eurylochus just raised one thick eyebrow down at him, ignoring the way Ajax was sure he had begun to sweat and tremble.

“I – I heard the Captain was..?” Ajax trailed off, blinking desperately but unable to finish the sentence. How do you phrase a question like that, when the person you were talking to had a fucking body flung over their shoulders? And not just any body, but the body of the person you were asking about? Dam the gods, this couldn’t be happening. Ajax locked his knees, praying to every god he knew for the strength to stay standing.

“Oh, that. Don’t worry about it,” the towering man shrugged, and Ajax cringed back as he reached up to grab at the arm slung over his shoulder, to stop its owner from slipping.

Oh. Oh gods–

Oh gods.

“Wh– what–” Ajax cleared his throat, eyes fixed on the way the Captain’s head hung limply. “What happened?”

Polites laughed, and the noise echoed sharp and piercing behind the ringing in his ears. The grating, sudden noise made him flinch, but Ajax couldn’t tear his eyes from the Captain. Was the man breathing? Could he see him move? Was he imagining the stillness from where he could see the man’s back – or was there really nothing to look for?

“Are you alright, kid?” The question stretched blearily into the all-consuming silence, and he realized that whatever noise had been tearing at his head was gone, nothing more than an echo. Instead, now, everything was too quiet – yet the voice was much, much too loud, too sharp, too–

Ajax turned and ran.

He – he wasn’t really… aware, of running, not really. One moment, Eurylochus had been frowning down at him, and the next each pound of his feet against the deck jarred his knees, and he could barely see, and he could barely breath and he could barely hear and –

Ajax found himself near the front of the ship – curled into his knees and spine pressed against the railing.

Each fall of something wet striking rhythmically against his arm made him flinch, but the tears didn’t – wouldn’t – stop, not even when he pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes, scrubbed at them with his wrists.

“Breathe, Ajax,” he muttered to himself, forcing shaky breaths of air through his aching lungs. His ears were still ringing too much to really hear the words, but the way they rumbled in his chest soothed something that screamed in the back of his mind. He hummed, just to feel the way it reverberated in the back of his throat, on and off until he was breathing normally-enough again. Then, he forced a deep breath, tilting his head back to stare at the sky on the exhale.

It was… blue.

It was just, blue. Blue and bright, not a cloud in the sky, for as far as the eye could see. It was… surreal. Ajax didn’t know how to feel about it, if he could feel anything other than the all-encompassing numbness that had consumed him at some point during his flight.

It was too bright, that he knew. The Captain – Odysseus – was dead! Why hadn’t there been some sort of announcement, no, that would have just sparked panic but wasn’t there already panic? Everybody already knew not saying anything wasn’t helping this situation why hadn’t they had a funeral yet–

Ajax closed his eyes.

He forced himself to let go of his arms, let the blood rush back to them, stretched out his legs a bit, uncurling, still leant heavily against the rail. Wind and the occasional splash from a stray wave lashed at his back, and it was cold, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually get up and move.

He opened his eyes again, head still tilted back.

One thing at a time.

There should have been… clouds, or something. Rain, thunder. Nature – no Zeus himself should have been raging, grieving. Ajax should have been grieving.

Maybe he was, in some backwards way, but… truth be told, he just felt – blank. He was crying – but it was like he didn’t know why. The Captain was dead, but it didn’t feel real, like Odysseus would walk up any minute and ruffle his hair, ask him why so blue, kid? and drag him along with the man’s day until Ajax was laughing along with whatever trouble Polites and Eurylochus had started that day.

Polites and Eurylochus.

Gods – how were those two not in – in shock? They were the Captain’s best friends – Ajax would have thought they’d be tearing apart fucking Olympus for… however this had happened – unless…

Had… had they killed Odysseus..?

Sure – Ajax had heard that rumor, too, but–

No.

No.

That was something Ajax refused to believe. As… untouchable as he had always seemed… the Captain was just a man. A squishy, fragile human, just like the rest of them. The idea that Polites and Eurylochus could have had something to do with his death… that was just too unbelievable.

Ajax shook himself out.

His expression didn’t really change, and he couldn’t summon enough energy to pull himself together past climbing back to his feet, but determination still managed to worm its way under his skin. He would figure out what happened.

But first–

Captain Odysseus deserved a funeral.

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Ajax knew he was hunched in on himself, but it was probably the look on his face that made people shrivel up when they saw him. Mostly everyone on this ship had seen Eurylochus and the Captain, knew the truth, but they must have still been… holding on to a sliver of hope, or something. Ajax was one of the closer people to the Captain and his inner circle and people knew it – if he was so… however he must have looked, then the rumor must have been true.

And it was.

“The Captain is dead,” he muttered at whoever had come to stand in front of him. Their hands froze before they could land on his shoulders, and Ajax slunk around their still form.

“What do we do?” someone – maybe multiple someones, but Ajax couldn’t muster up the energy to care who – asked quietly, and maybe a little desperately. A number of people turned towards Ajax, and he wanted to scream.

He was the youngest person here, for crying out loud, with the exception of Astyanax – oh fuck. Astyanax. Where was the kid, who was going to have to tell him–?

Ajax dragged a hand down his face. Leave it, don’t worry about it yet, there was nothing he could do for Astyanax right now. He could ask Polites where he was after…

“We need to… do something,” he muttered, voice muffled from where his face was pressed into his hand. Ajax let his hand drop back to his side, shaking himself out. People were looking to him right now, for whatever reason – he needed to be strong. For them. For Odysseus. “Give… give him a funeral, or something–”

“That’s a good idea,” a hand landed on his shoulder, and Ajax flinched. He didn’t recognize the voice – or maybe he did. Mostly he just… didn’t care. The hand slipped away, and Ajax glanced back at its owner. The man tried his best to smile at him, but – it fell flat. Ajax grimaced back weakly. “The Captain – the Captain is – was – a good man. If anyone deserves a proper funeral out here… it’d be him.”

Ajax nodded gratefully, shoulders dropping. He scrubbed his hands down his face again, trying to focus on the conversation fading in and out around him. Someone might have run off, off to gods knew where. Ajax watched them leave for a moment, before turning his attention back to the conversation at hand.

“We’ll… have to figure out how to get his…” the man Ajax had just been speaking to was saying. He glanced back towards Ajax, who caught his gaze with a dead-eyed stare. “…how to get his body. If we want to give him a funeral.”

“I’ll handle it,” Ajax volunteered. He didn’t want to be part of this conversation anymore. It was beginning to feel too real, beginning to chip away at his mask of numbness, and he… needed to talk to Eurylochus again, anyways. Polites, too – about Astyanax – if he could find the man again. “I can handle it.”

“…are you sure–”

But Ajax was already pushing past them. He – he needed to be doing something, not just, not just standing around. He needed to find Eurylochus again.

…maybe ‘find’ was the wrong word – he already knew where the second-in-command (…was he the new Captain now? Was that how it worked?) was, probably, but the sentiment was the same, and Ajax wasn’t exactly feeling poetic. He hadn’t left the ship, he didn’t think, so Eurylochus was probably still near the bridge.

While Ajax had expected the man to be… close to where he’d last seen him, Eurylochus looked like he hadn’t moved at all. That might have something to do with Polites, who was gesturing widely as Ajax slunk back towards the two of them. Ajax lingered off to the side, forcefully sorting through his scrambled thoughts, as Eurylochus frowned at whatever the other man was saying.

Neither of them had noticed Ajax yet – thank the gods, he had no clue what he was going to say – but the second-in-command kept glancing off, like he was looking for something. Ajax pointedly kept his gaze on the deck near their feet.

Ugh.

Might as well get this over with.

Ajax crept forwards.

He couldn’t resist looking up as he approached, the worried tone of the older men’s voices drawing his attention from the deck. Whatever they where discussing must have been important – the Captain, maybe? What else was there to talk about? – because neither notice as he slunk forward, until he was left fidgeting a pace or two away from their huddle.

“Um,” Ajax muttered, tugging at the hem of his chiton. Polites and Eurylochus whirled towards him, both men relaxing as they realized it was just him. Ajax flinched slightly at the sudden movement, but Eurylochus was already talking before he could continue.

“Hey kid, you alright?” the large man tilted his head down at him, and Ajax glued his gaze back to the floor when it caught on the Captain’s limp form. “You kinda ran off, there.”

For a moment, Ajax didn’t respond. He pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth, cycling words through his tired mind to think up the right thing to say.

“We’re planning a funeral,” he finally settled on muttering, half-surprising himself at the flatness of his voice. The two pairs of feet in his line of sight shuffled back.

“Funeral?” That was Polites this time – tone soft and gentle and oh so confused as if he had no fucking clue as he took a step closer–

“Yeah. Funeral. For – for the Captain.”

Ajax’s head shot up as a strange noise reached his ears, brows furrowing as he frowned. Polites had a hand clamped over his mouth as he glanced off to the side, practically shaking.

What? Had they not known? That was impossible; Ajax had told Polites why he was looking for Eurylochus and the other man might as well be wearing the Captain’s body like a cape!

He turned from Polites – who was resolutely refusing to meet Ajax’s eyes, shaking more and more by the minute – to Eurylochus. The second-in-command was shaking too, albeit less so than Polites, but when Ajax squared his shoulders and built the courage to glance up at the taller man’s face…

Eurylochus wasn’t looking at him, either, but… was he–

“Are you smiling?” Ajax exclaimed, squaring his feet as he bristled. Wait– “Are you laughing?”

Polites made a noise like a dying whale.

What. The fuck?

…it really did sound like the man was trying not to laugh.

“Are – are you seriously laughing right now?!?” Ajax swiveled on his heels, glaring between the two of them. Their friend, their Captain, was dead, and they were laughing?

Apparently so – as if Ajax hadn’t seen them drag the man kicking and screaming to bed, as if Odysseus didn’t trust them so explicitly with his own safety and the safety of the crew, as if Ajax hadn’t seen Eurylochus take watch shifts for the both of them if they were tired, as if Polites hadn’t near-fatally wounded a cyclops because the other two were in danger, as if they hadn’t gone to war together, as if they weren’t the only reason the Captain had survived said war and vice versa. Ajax curled his hands into shaking fists, nails digging stinging cuts into the palms of his hands – as if it all meant nothing. Eurylochus shook harder. On his shoulder the Captain twitched, jostled by the man’s laughter, and Ajax watched, seething, as Eurylochus’s hand shot up again at the last second to drag the body securely back to its place.

“I–”

“Mwr?”

What–

…With a confused noise akin to something you’d expect after poking a sleeping cat, Captain Odysseus lifted his head.

The angle was terribly awkward with the way he was thrown over Eurylochus’s shoulder… but–

…

…

…

“Did – did you guys seriously think he was dead? Seriously?” Polites howled, bent over by the force of his laughter. Ajax spluttered, unable to deny just how absurd the concept sounded when put like that. Odysseus blinked blearily at the two of them. “I – I thought you were joking–”

How–

“I–” Ajax gaped. Closed his eyes. Took a moment to breathe in and bury his face in his hands – and turned on his heel. “I need a nap.” And also a minute to cry. And something to punch.

Make that two minutes to cry. Maybe three, even.

And definitely that nap.

…on his way back to his original ship, Ajax made sure to let everyone he came across know; the Captain was not, actually dead. Just didn’t know what fucking beds were, apparently, and enjoyed the crew’s fucking suffering.

…

…next time the Captain’s friends needed something he was going to shove them overboard.

 Bonus scene uwu:

“Let me get this straight,” Glancing between his two snickering menaces, Odysseus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The vast majority of the crew somehow came to the conclusion that you’d killed me. and you both let them?”

Polites snickered unabashedly while Eurylochus avoided his gaze (though he was still smiling – bastards, the both of them). “I mean… it was pretty funny.”

“Plus, the kid ran off before we could actually say anything.”

Odysseus buried his head in his hands.

“Would anything either of you had to say have actually helped the situation.”

It’s not a question, and his friends don’t answer as if it were one. Polites snickered again, when Odysseus peeked up at him in despair through his fingers, and Eurylochus patted him on the head.

“…at least you had a good nap?”

Odysseus sighed, loud and heavy. Unfortunately, he did have a good nap.

 *euryl is just carrying him around bc odys fell asleep on a ship that’s not the one w his cabin lol, let the poor man r e s t– *TECHNICALLY visibility should be very good across these ships. They are boats. But just… pretend they’re constantly blanketed by Magical Fog or something whenever I need a character to actually search for someone else and it’s convenient for me uwu * return of the elpenor- *n o t happy w this one, but oh well. Didn’t wanna work on it any longer lmao

Shitty doodle :3 euryls gotta carry around his dumbasses lmao

They’re cats now–

…this? one?

I like the perspective even tho it’s not the best lol

AAANNND my favourite :D

This is wear that one poli doodle came from lmao–

OH AND thanks wiki for the extra names bc only like 4 ppl out of odys whole fucking crew are actually named w h y-

OKAY SO

B A S I C A L L Y

@ghosty-crow (once again he was a huge help for this, so thanks!!! :D) and I Decided that since euryl is the tallest of the trio, odys n poli will just fucking climb onto his shoulders whenever they need to see better or dont want to walk or r tired lmao, they’ll just walk up to him and climb onto his shoulders and fall the fuck asleep and thus it has concumsed my single braincell ever since uwu

the first time the crew sees this happen, after fighting the cyclops, they think odys is fucking dead bc none of them have any braincells whatsoever :p

this results in ajax... not having a great time. logically he knows that its really fuckin unlikely that odys is dead but he’s also an anxious lil bean and unfortuanetly the panic won out

I have any things to say abt this. unfortuanetly i cannot remember any of them in this moment.

[limey-self-inserts]

2, 3, 4, & 11 + star wars s/i?

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

Ajax arrives rather early in the Clone Wars timeline, although this is balanced out by the fact they don't really interact too heavily with the main plot line to begin with, especially when they duck out not a few proper missions later. they probably witness the end of Domino Squad, although maybe not first-hand. because the Clone Wars series has such a messy timeline, I can't 100% say which season they appear in.

they also come back in season 2 of The Bad Batch, and then intermittent appearances from season 2 of Rebels onwards up until their ascension/restart at the end of Rebels.

I did a whole lil drabble for their Clone Wars entrance right over here hehe

3. how do the other characters generally feel about your self insert?

oooof there's a lot of mixed feelings to be had. given that Ajax is a deserter, a fair few clones don't like them, but honestly most them are understanding (they're a civvie, they're not meant for this) and have respect that they tried. there's also respect for the fact that they also respect the clones for what they have to do, even as a bounty hunter, and Ajax is well known enough to provide a helping hand given a decent alignment of goals or just out of a burst of goodwill.

Rex especially is a little proud of Ajax's improvement and settling into something that is better for them.

other bounty hunters and villains don't really care to consider Ajax (unless it's to hire them for work) until after Order 66, where they start ah. gaining more attention. people find old documents and want to expand on these things. it's a reason why Ajax splinters off from the Bad Batch eventually and starts "cleaning up".

that in itself means when they return in Rebels, many of the surviving jedi like Ahsoka and Kanan harbour an uncomfortable distrust against Ajax for going off on their own selfish quest instead of helping more. Rex understands at least. but it means Ajax has a lot of work to put in.

4. would you be considered a main character, side character, villain, or something else?

side-character that progresses into main character status later on in the show. not unlike Cad Bane and Hondo Onaka, and Hondo is significant here because like him Ajax isn't a hero or a villain. they're working to their own goals most of the time, and won't always help out with the main characters' goals (experience has shown they will also help or sabotage villain goals just as freely).

11. what kind of outfit(s) does your self insert wear?

The first two outfits depict them in the Clone Wars and Bad Batch era, the third outfit is when they're in the Rebels era.

[lonely-vault-boy]

how i think my current genshin team would deal w/ each other being sick

Collei

- feels guilty for getting in the way of the quest, though the others try to assure her she didn’t

- big bro ajax comes out w/ all the fluffy blankets and pillows he can find and offers to read her stories to help her sleep

- lil sis yaoyao also offers to tell her stories and makes healthy food to help her recover

- dehya mostly gives her space and shoos the other two away when they become overbearing

Yaoyao

- big bro ajax strikes again! he absolutely refuses to let her help out with anything until she’s fully healed and makes the food his mama always made him when he was sick as a kid (very warm and hearty meal 11/10)

- collei offers to help with anything she can, and yaoyao just asks her to stay with her

-dehya is one again the only functioning adult. since childe is too busy fretting over his new siblings, she’s the one who’s been hunting and keeping watch (as well as collei, who wants to do absolutely everything she can to help repay their kindness)

Childe

- yaoyao decides it’s his turn to be bundled up and even gives him yuegui to snuggle with

- collei, who’s absolutely old enough to tell he doesn’t need to be babied, joins in for fun

- childe plays along bc he can see they’re having fun

- “i am *achoo* a warrior *achoo* blessed by the *achoo* cryo archon. i don’t *achoo* get sick”

- dehya has the kamera out and has been taking pictures (but once the kids have calmed down, she brings him a nice mug of tea to help with the congestion. she also tells him to rest and she can keep everyone safe

- childe offers to pay her as thanks, but she refuses

Dehya

- dehya, like childe, doesn’t get sick very often. but she is from the desert, and she doesn’t do super well with the cold

- childe commissions a warm coat for her (and the kiddos) so she doesn’t get sick again

- dehya tries to keep them all away so they don’t also get sick, but they refuse bc they want to take care of her

- childe deals with all the hunting and cooking and protecting, while collei offers to double her patrols as well. they both get scolded by yaoyao, and eventually they all form a lil sick cuddle pile

brought to u by: i think dehya and childe would bond over having similar fathers, and i think my entire team can be really responsible...they just can’t take care of themselves. and collei and childe have never really had anyone care for them, so i think they deserve it

[endermahn]

IFHY.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (Not made yet)

Plot: Wenclair fic but Wednesday and Enid don’t make up ep 8 and Wednesday goes insane after that scene.

Author note:

There are some quote references (for example “drip [coffee] is for people who hate themselves and have no real purpose or meaning.”) so it’s like a little Easter egg thing I wanted to point out.

it’s emotion is based off of Tyler the Creator’s song “IFHY”. (Also a bit of method writing for the sleep deprived Wednesday parts)

IDEA FROM AN EDIT BY “emmamyerswife1” ON TT

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mention of Blood, Knives, detailed-ish Description of death, Major character death, OOC Wednesday, slightly out of character Enid(??), LOTS OF SWEARING! (Later on) Co-dependancy basically, Wednesday is a psychopath Wednesday with psychopathic tendencies. And descriptions of Gore

(Platonic Ejax, they’re basically “you’d do that for me?” “If you keep the creepy [girls] away” and they’re platonic dating gossip buddies)

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT encourage this behaviour, it’s just a fic, if you do feel like this, I urge you to seek help, it ISNT a healthy coping mechanism and can hurt you and who you feel this way for!

IFHY - Tyler the creator

What I listened to while writing:

(Feelz -LIL PEEP)

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3rd person Wednesday POV.

5 days after the fight.

Papers are scattered across Wednesday’s desk, she had long given up trying to sort them into piles. Her “monster attack” pin board had been covered by pictures of Enid, past notes from her in class, anything that she could get her hands on.

Despite Enid’s side of the room being filled with everything Enid, it remained untouched. She never crossed the line between their room unless she were to go to the balcony.

“Thing.” Wednesday’s eye bags have since grown deeper, more carved into her face than before, making her look like hell on drip.

After a couple seconds the Hand comes scurrying across the floor and up her desk.

“Any news?” Her voice sounds groggy and distant.

None the less, thing understood and began to tap wildly. Wednesday immediately shot up, forgetting all the aching in her bones telling her they need rest.

“What? Theres no statistical way that could happen, Ajax doesn’t even like her, she doesn’t even like him..” Her words floor out of her mouth fast, but his taps go faster.

“Slow down, I cant understand you when you tap that fast.” She deflated a little, her eyes getting heavy again. Thing tried to tap slower and take his time, but it’s hard when it’s such big news.

“They’re dating..” Wednesday slumped in her chair. Her hand lets her face rest. she sighs heavily. She rubs the back of her neck and hesitantly gets up. Thing disappears just as fast as he appeared, taking great care not to distract Wednesday’s ticking mind.

She walks over to her Enid board and fishes behind all of the papers and things taped to it, grabbing a picture of the Monster’s victim.

She inspects the specific cuts, the oosing, thick blood. Each and every bruise. She notes down how each happened, how effective each was.

She grabs more.

She inspects more.

She formulates a Plan.

——————

7 days after.

She had collected all of the necessary equipment, taking extra care to get it all from various different places and to have thing collect others since the people occupying Jericho have exactly 0 idea concerning the existence of the Body-less hand’s connections to her.

She packed her bag with everything she needed this year, everything she needed when she planned to run away and stuffed it under a loose floor board, ready to go and available. She tripple checked it was in place and didn’t look off from any specific angle.

Next, she made her way out of the door, scanning one more time to make sure she hadn’t left anything out, anything that could potentially get her caught early in the game.

Lastly she shut the door. Not locked incase Enid came back. in need for something, of course.

Wednesday briskly walked across the school, arriving at Yoko’s door.

The ravenette rapped 4 times on the door then waited less than patiently for it to return the gesture by opening.

She heard shuffling, then a bang which only heightened her concern and impatience, getting slightly aggravated as she silently cursed Yoko out for, who she presumed was Enid, most likely falling.

“Yeah?” Yoko answered, eyes still occupied with whatever was happening behind her. She then turned and her body language changed. She became more closed off and stopped slouching, attempting to tower over, and in result intimidate Wednesday, not that it would ever work.

“Wheres Enid?” The gloomy girl couldn’t hide the desperation in her voice, she was to tired.

“Shes not in, Wednesday.” Yoko emphasised Wednesday’s name, having a grit in it.

“I heard her fall, im not gullible, Yoko.” She shot a glare that could be passed as her usual death inducing glance recently, giving she same amount of venom back.

“Really?” She questioned. “Because you sure as hell believed she would forgive you in a day.”

Ouch. She glared at Yoko, clenching her jaw.

“Yoko, let me in, I need to speak to her.” She looked at Yoko and saw her decision was made. “Please?” This was a pathetic attempt, she thought to herself. How could she ask such a person for assistance when they weren’t letting her near Enid?

“Wednesday..” Yoko rubbed the space between her eyebrows and sighed. Suddenly the air got thicker. Stale. Then the Ravenette’s heart dropped. “She.. doesn’t want to see you.”

“What?” Wednesday asked this with a genuine humour. A smile didn’t grace her face but it was pretty damn close. She had to be joking and it was a funny one, at that.

“Enid doesn’t want to see you for a while..”

“A while? How long?”

“.. I dont know.”

Her voice raised a bit, getting more threatening. “What do you-“ Wednesday took a deep breath, let the shiver travel down her spine and tried again. “What do you mean she doesn’t want see me.”

Yoko blinked a couple times, a little fearful of the seething girl. “She said she doesn’t wanna talk to you, she doesn’t want to see you, Wednesday.. go away..” She hesitated with the last part, it slightly croaking out.

Luckily for Yoko, she couldn’t say anything with Enid most likely listening in if she wanted any chance of talking again, she had to play it smart. Even if that meant swallowing her anger and acting polite. But even that had a bite of venom in it.

“Thank you, for your time. Please notify me if this changes.”

And with that the door closed. No reply back or wave, nothing. Just shut in her face.

——————

8 days after the fight.

Wednesday had decided. It was finally Friday and 8 days was enough. 8 days without sleep was enough. 8 days worrying about the wolf was enough. 8 days without enid, was enough.

She had grabbed the bag from the floor boards in a rush, she had prepared everything. His schedule, his dorm, the routes teachers take for patrol at night. She was ready.

And this time it wasn’t going to be an dirty stain of “attempt” on her record.

They had a bathroom in the dorm due to it being an old principal office, so that was enough for her to get changed in. Luckily it was on her side of the dorm, so she hadn’t any need to go over there and disturb anything, to disturb her touch.

She slipped on the ghostly mask and gown and made sure to cover any possible identification on her so it was full proof. She made sure to put all black on, all black shoes were prepared, all black socks, the whole lot.

The only non black clothing item was the mask, the mask that would haunt whoever came close to Enid, whoever tried to take her away from Wednesday’s safe arms.

After hiding all of this, slipping on comfortable shoes that enhanced her height, and switching on the voice changer, she made her way.

After many winds and turns, many close calls with Weems, and any sleep deprived teacher who had signed up, or been forced to sign up to the night patrol and many students who decided that when Wednesday was crossing past their door was the perfect time to go see their friends, she was there.

Mr Petropolus’ dorm.

Having his schedule on hand, all curtesy of thing following him around the grounds from the day Enid left until just yesterday, she knew right now he was preparing for a date. Specifically a date with Enid.

The shower ran loud, her pressing her ear up to the door was enough to know he was there and he was going to die tonight.

She attempted the door once, supposing he would be dumb enough to leave it open, which surprisingly he wasn’t.

She let out a heavy huff, lifted up her mask enough to be able to see, and got out the lock picking tool, working away for a couple seconds until she heard a safe “Click!”

She slipped on the mask again and made her way into his room.

Her heard burned with rage, anger, jealousy. Enid’s things were scattered around his room, nail polish, magazines, random hideous drawings.

Why were these not in their room? Why weren’t they in their rightful place?

She picked up one of the drawings and folded it neatly, then putting it in her pocket. For planning, of course, she had to pin it on the board, it was the only right thing to do with it.

Then Wednesday’s attention turned to the sound of the shower. Her anger still blazing a path towards him, towards that door.

She took another deep breath, then let her jealousy grip at her heart strings.

“Mr Petropolus will only turn her heart to stone sooner or later” she muttered to herself. “So better to eliminate the chance than have her be as cold as the rock her turns others into.”

And with that she easily unlocked the door. She quickly closed it behind her, locking it again.

And how did Mr Petropolus not hear all of this? He was in his own world, phone blasting music that was loud enough for him to hear but no one outside to complain. When he was like this it was always still. With no roommate it was easy to get lost in your own little world, to get lost in your own head and not notice someone else entering it.

It was perfect. It was as if he has planned it himself. As if he set himself up. As if he wanted this just as much as her.

Wednesday moved slowly to the shower, creeping slowly, ready. She had everything with her, her bag was left lazily in the room, which may be a hinderance if blood were to splatter. It would leave a very specific spot in the wall. A bag shaped space..

But then she moved the towel from the mirror a couple feet away, the blue towel being placed carelessly on the floor.

Under the mask she delighted in how easy it was going to be, but similarly she felt a twinge of disappointment. If it was an easy kill, why kill?

For her.

She wanted to see his face as she punished him for something he didn’t even know he did, took Enid away.

He had to have planted the idea of her being a bad friend in her mind, it had to be him. He was running his mouth about how she was a killer, so why not make the rumours true? Why not kill him and make him right about one thing?

But those thoughts had to be saved for a later time.

Right now, she had to make sure the first place he looked was the mirror.

And so she threw something at the sink and hid behind the shower’s oddly placed wall.

“The fuck?” He stopped the music and stuck his head out of the shower.

Wednesday’s heart rate sped up slightly, the excitement building up as she heard him move around.

Then a shriek solidified her heart’s rate, every feeling making her breathe, her lungs finally feeling full for the first time in 8 whole days.

All she could think is about how Enid would surely come back to her, crying at the loss of her late boyfriend, how she never should have left and how sorry she was.

She revelled in those words. She could almost hear them. Almost.

She peaked from the side of the shower’s wall and saw the boy had made himself into stone, perfect.

The ravenette in the ghost outfit shimmied side ways to pick up the towel and wrapped it around him, not wishing to see any of him if it wasn’t smashed to bits or bleeding out in the woods alone and cold.

She then turned off the shower. attempted to pick him up. No use.

“Fuck” she muttered. “Still causing me problems until death.”

She then went to grab her backpack.

“My pocket mase, prehaps, Petropolus? Maybe a chisel? Maybe my hammer, that hasn’t gotten much use lately..” She smirked at the thought of his eyes growing larger at each of the suggestions on how she was going to kill him.

“Stone is easy to crack, easy to break.” She said, taking a relieved breath.

Every time she thought of killing him, she breathed deeper and felt lighter, knowing this would mean Enid would come back to her.

“Of course i could always take you out to the woods and finish you off, but of course you had to weigh the same as Sisyphus’ boulder. Each time i get closer to her, you have to restart my progress, dont you? Then you miss the date, break her heart-“ She had started to speak faster and spill more information.. but it didn’t matter, did it? “Every one time you hurt her, I think of a thousand ways to kill you. You think im not prepared? You think you’ll survive? You think you’ll get justice? Ill be found? Then you’re just as stupid as you let on, and ill enjoy killing you just that much more.”