#vampire ajax x reader

[mawlaeina]

✦ content w: implied or slightly suggestive? no, idk but I think yes. read responsibly pls.

Imagine waking up one day to your good old friend Childe pinning you down on your bed with superhuman strength. Beads of sweat dripping down from his scalp to his chin as he hyperventilates.

You noticed that there was an animalistic look to his face—gritting his teeth as if he were holding back the very urge to maul and devour you right then and there.

It scared you of course.

Noticing your rather horrified expression, Childe somehow throws himself off of you before you could say a word—his back hitting the wall of your room as he stumbled.

He asks you to stay away since he, himself doesn’t seem to have the willpower to leave your room.

He just simply can’t ignore the sweet and delicious scent of your blood—a newly acquired taste of his after some complications in his last mission.

You ask him what’s wrong, and he hesitates for a moment before briefly and vaguely saying that he needs to drink some blood—that he’s craving for it.

A long stretch of silence falls between the two of you—Childe has his gaze focused on the ground, one hand gripping his arm tight enough to rip his limb if he wanted to; meanwhile, your gaze was fixed on Childe as you debated whether to help him or not when he was at such a seemingly violent state.

Alas, he’s your friend.

You oblige to his request, saying that he can take blood from you at the moment since it was an emergency.

He looks up at you—with a gaze of surprise and gratitude—before he pounces back on top of you in a blink of an eye, once again pinning you down on your bed.

He nuzzles his face first by the crook of your neck, savoring the warmth of flowing blood that ran under your skin. He frowns, unsure how painful it might be, yet he reassures you that the pain would only last a second.

You swallowed nervously, nodding your head as you closed your eyes.

To prevent himself from any second thoughts and doubts, he makes a swift bite—piercing your delicate skin with his fangs and teeth for a moment before taking them out, earning a groan and a small pained whine from you.

He gently began to suck on the wound, the taste of your fresh blood sending him absolute bliss, but it makes you shudder with uneasy butterflies flying in your stomach.

After a while he laps his tongue on the remaining blood escaping as the wound started to clot. When he was finally done, he licks his lips—which were partly stained in the color of your blood.

He still feels a bit unsatisfied, but he wasn’t planning on overdoing things—the only thing that mattered was that he didn’t feel hungry anymore.

He takes care of you afterwards, particularly your wound, before explaining the situation to you. He later asks for a favor—if he could feed on your blood every week, taking just enough to keep him from starving.

You agree, not wanting to turn away from a close friend of yours—so long as he brought you some food that were rich in iron or something. He scoffs in amusement, though agreeing and being grateful for accepting nonetheless.

And so, every week he comes over to your house to consume your blood—sometimes storing it in a blood bag if he has to go on long missions because he just can’t seem to stand consuming the blood of others, especially his enemies since they tasted so bitter for some reason.

But when he consumes your blood manually. Physically. You feel as if he’s been getting touchier—gradually becoming intimate.

With the way he presses featherlight kisses on your neck, or the way he faintly darts his tongue out to seemingly taste the healing wound on your neck before biting there again to create a new wound—or when his hand holds your waist, ocassionally tugging you closer while keeping you in place as he eats his meal.

The simple, yet oddly intimate gestures that he made makes you shudder—wavering and somewhat blurring a few lines between your friendship with him.

And while Childe actively searches for a way to turn himself back to normal, he can’t deny the way he’s grown accustomed—maybe even addicted, to how sweet you tasted.

Of course, he’d never admit it. Not at the moment at least.

✦ posting something as much as this kind of content feels like a crime, I feel like a criminal (I’d rather read than create this stuff)

✦ first time trying to write something like this? sorta? I know it’s not entirely nsfw but it’s kinda something v_v

✦ vampire! Childe does something to me, idk

✦ Ajax is immaculate *chefs kiss* I’d do anything for him, I’d donate my entire body for him

✦ it’s not the greatest thing I’ve written, but yk.. trashwriter me just hopes you like it :)

[woundedoves]

How They Would Suck Your Blood: Vampires (Argenti, Caelus, Kaveh, Childe x Bottom GN!Reader) Headcanons Part 3 (NSFW)

˚⟡˖ ࣪part 1 ⋆౨ৎ˚part 2

a/n: vampires…. hngf

CW: blood obviously, insecurities on kaveh’s part, reader is a switch on kaveh’s part. not proofread!

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Argenti

⋆ The fact that his immortality and life depends on mortals, he who needs alive beings to sustain his undead body, thinks that the balance of it all is fascinatingly beautiful. It’s a delicate balance, just like life itself, human blood is needed for a vampire’s survival and thus to avoid extinction of humans and their sustenance the vampires have to co-exist with them as peacefully as they can manage. He believes every human’s blood is magnificent in their own ways, they all have a unique taste that he adores, and yet, they don’t nearly come close to yours. He would describe the texture as silky smooth, the smell of the roses created from Idrila’s own hands, the taste is as heavenly as one can get, the loving embrace of the sun on a chilly day, the refreshing brush of wind on your skin on a summer day. It’s so bewitching; you feel divine.

⋆ Your body feels so warm against his, your heartbeat so soothing, your lips so soft and inviting as he sinks his fangs into your beautiful veins, your blood streaming down to your fingers as he feeds on you from your wrists. Yet, it doesn’t hurt, it’s like the prickle you feel on your fingers as you pick up a rose, hurts for a second but the beauty you witness just before you is worth a lifetime of pain. He looks so ethereal, his nightgown hugs his body so well, you have a matching one, of course, his tied up hair cascading like a waterfall down onto his shoulders as his rosy lips are smudged with your blood.

⋆ He gently lays you on the bed as all lights are off except for the candles he’s brought out just for this feeding session, which smell divine, slowly takes off your nightgown as he peppers kisses to your lips, neck, collarbones, going down, down…

⋆ He is very gentle with you, makes sure that his fingers alone provide enough simulation to ease the pain of his fangs as they sink into your neck, feeling his dick throb when you moan and grind your hips against his, his brain numb with the taste of your blood and the feeling of your body, completely lost within you as he feels your body become stiff under him, cumming with just his fingers and his fangs biting down on you, how adorable.

⋆ Other times when he has you, driving his cock in and out of your tight quivering hole as he moans your name, your blood dripping down from his chin as he has your arms above you with his hands keeping them in place as he slams his hips down onto your ass over and over again until his cock throbs, twitches and with a final shove cums inside as both of you cry out in ecstasy. Moments like that, when you two become one, never leave his mind, if he had to describe divine beauty, he would talk of you, your body on full display, the fresh bite mark still bleeding as you feel mind-numbing pleasure, your body shaking with climax: that is divine beauty to him, he’s sure Idrila would agree.

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Caelus

⋆ Doesn’t really care that much as long as he can keep himself from hurting the ones he cares about, he hosts a stellaron nothing that happens to his body can faze him more than that. That being said, once they save you from the clutches of a once beautiful but now ruined planet, and you become a nameless alongside him, he doesn’t expect to get long with you so well! You match his energy, don’t force him to talk when he feels down, you even get him trashcan trinkets like keychains, glasses, plushies when you explore the planets with them. He’s always grateful, loves to game with you, he doesn’t need sleep, and you do your best to stay up as late as you can with him, the calming rhythm of your heartbeat and breathing helps ease his mind as he continues to game. He adores these moments the most, the silent and peaceful as he curls up beside you for your warmth.

⋆ Either not horny at all or insatiably horny when feeding on you, it’s a gamble. Loves having you on his lap when he feeds on you, he’s a messy eater though, gets it all over his clothes and yours so you’ve just decided to go naked when he feeds on you. The first time you do this, you see him blush, but he doesn’t comment on it, then as he’s feeding on you, you hear these little muffled whimpers coming out of him as you feel his hard-on press against your ass, teasing as you grind down, and you feel a muffled moan of your name against your skin.

⋆ You’re such a tease to him, and he’s so shy about it, whines as you grind on his cock, your hole so tight around his throbbing dick as he feeds from your neck, you taste so fucking good he doesn’t wanna stop. He fucking loves the way you move your hips, he already came inside when he bit down, crying out from overstimulation as you don’t stop your hips for one second, milking his weeping cock for its worth as you use it like your personal sex toy.

⋆ Loves seeing only the bottom half of your body naked as you game, your shirt haphazardly thrown as you game on his switch, spreading your legs when you notice him and of course you know he wants to feed on your thighs. It's so hot to him how nonchalant you are about it, he drags his tongue over your sex first as he indulges himself in the taste of you, the way you shiver slightly when you’re close to cumming, moaning as he makes sure to take all of your cum on his tongue, he wants to mix it in with your blood as he bites down on your inner thigh and sucks; the taste just as addicting as he thought. Whimpering ad humping your bed like a desperate mutt as he feels his body shake with arousal just from your taste, you tell him he has to wait until you finish the last stage of your game; then he can fuck you as much as he likes. He whines in protest but can’t stop feeding on you as you continue to play your game with a satisfied expression on your face.

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Kaveh

⋆ Very messy about it, doesn’t know how to accept himself. You and Al-Haitham are what keep him alive and well-fed, Al-Haitham can’t feed him so that’s why you’re the one that frequently feeds him, he finds you more comforting than him too. Plus you’re his boyfriend so in your mind, it makes perfect sense. There are many nights where you can find him in deep thought, sudden tears flow from his beautiful eyes as he clings onto you for support, you listen to his troubles and soothe his worries, he isn’t a monster; just another life form, different doesn’t mean evil.

⋆ Very much depends on if he’s too tired to fuck or not but, he really likes having sex while feeding on you. Just the raw feeling of his dick thrusting in and out of your whole while your thighs quiver, his fangs sucking blood from your chest as he gives a light lick to your nipple to feel you shiver under him; makes him forget all of his worries, even if for a moment.

⋆ Loves biting down just as you’re about to cum, you make the prettiest sounds when he does that, he’s addicted. Your smell is a huge source of comfort, when he’s exhausted and his body is all sore, he smells you as you walk to your house, he can’t wait to be in your arms and slowly feed on you.

⋆ Fantasizes a lot about having sex in a body of water, just the coolness of the water hitting your body as the tingling pleasure of his fangs spread throughout your body; he wants to see you all ruined and a begging mess like that.

⋆ He climbs on your lap when he’s unbearably needy as he grinds his ass down on your crotch, begging for you to just take all of his worries away, have him all to yourself. Such a whiny bottom, whimpers as he bites down on your neck, your cock/strap dragging along his walls as he feels his dick tingle and throb from the stimulation of it all. Loves to be on your lap as you give him a hand job with your fingers being covered in blood as just a few minutes ago you made him suck on them like it was your dick/strap after he just fed on you, his cum and your blood mix together as you fist his cock; feeling it throb on your palm as his hips stutter, and he cums with a cry of your name.

⋆ If you wear clothes that expose your collarbone, or thighs, or belly, he can’t help himself, he will keep looking and staring until you tell him to come and feed on you because his puppy eyes are too cute to resist.

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Childe

⋆ Kind of happy because on one side it gives him even more advantage in battle, enhances his fighting prowess and skills, but… He can’t go out with his siblings in the daylight anymore, which means he barely gets to see them and rarely has dates with you because he’s always busy at night. He makes up for it by showering you in gifts and his love when he can though, he’s a loving man, and he’ll never make you forget just how much he adores you.

⋆ That being said, he fucking loves the taste of your blood. It’s like, he gets the same rush from drinking your blood as he gets a rush from fighting a powerful being, it’s so fucking addicting, makes all of his senses go numb as he grips your thighs tightly and grind his hips down onto your own.

⋆ Loves quickies, whenever he has even a sliver of free time, seeks you out and has you wherever he can. Doesn’t even undress properly, takes you to a back alley, takes his cock out and fucks you until you’re a dumb cock whore on his dick as he sinks his fangs into your neck, his muffled groaning echoing back as he drives his cock in and out of your hole, your taste, and body is just so damn addicting.

⋆ When he can take his time with you, it’s always a marathon, he has stamina for days, won’t stop unless you really are hurting.

⋆ Your ass, thighs, belly will be bruised and covered in bites when he’s done with you.

⋆ Loves to have you doggy style as he grips you by the waist and slams you down on his dick over and over again as your hole tightens around his cock so fucking deliciously, licks his lips as he bites down on your back, making you cry out with surprise as you clench around his throbbing dick, feeling his pre-cum buildup inside you as he slams his hips down a few more times and cums inside with a twitch of his cock, both of you moaning in pure, tainted ecstasy as he doesn’t stop his thrusts until you cum; withdrawing his fangs only until you do, lapping up the bloodstains on your back as his thrusts slow down to a more gentle pace, bloody lkiss prints all over your spine when he’s done.

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[saint-ajax]

[ SIMON RILEY X TWILIGHT!VAMPIRE! ]

“I morphed into a demon whose nature is to suck the life out of the living... Yet, you see me in the opposite light and yourself in the former..”

“You are pure and moral; you wear the luxury of nobility like a necklace, while I, my love, am corrupt and rotten inside and out...”

“That is nothing but a lie.” She comes near him in a flash, brushing her chest on his, sending a shiver down his spine from her stone-cold marble skin. Her fingertip hovers over his sharp jaw, so close, yet never touching his warm flesh as she traces down his face, pulling him near. Their breaths fuse in close proximity while her index teasingly stays in front of his lips.

“Yet in so many ways, you are not meant for me,” she breathes while her hand crawls down his throat and finally closes her grip around it, nearly taking his breath away.

“Which only makes you crave this more, don't you, angel?”

“No,” the angel lied through her teeth, her sharp fangs glinting, sending a wave of fear and thrill in his eyes. She looks him in the eye and observes, “You fear me,” when a horrid smile formed on his lips and his wicked thought escapes, the dominoes cascade in a line.

“I fear... I would beg you to suck the life out of me.”

and so the demon and fell in love with the angel...

“What a stupid angel...”

“What a sick, masochistic, demon...”

[poisonlove]

Absolutely ignore/get rid of this is you don't wanna do it buttt

Can I request a Wednesday x Fem!reader where Wednesday has a general disregard for everyone and their feelings EXCEPT for her little situationship (reader) and it's just little instances where she's softer with her?

YOU | w.a

pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

A/N : I tried to satisfy your request as much as possible but Wednesday and reader don't have a situationship, they will develop... something ;)

"The most precious things in life are usually the most helpless." Penn Badgley

Wednesday Addams walked along the corridors of Nevermore Academy with a brisk yet graceful step, the sound of her shoes against the cold marble determining her hurry to get to the library. The other students stepped aside as she passed, probably intimidated by her dark and menacing gaze that seemed carved into her features.

"Addams, one word"

Wednesday reluctantly stops, turning slightly and raising an eyebrow. Yoko Tanaka strides toward her, sunglasses perched on her head revealing a pleading look. Wednesday had no intention of wasting her time with her roommate’s best friend, but seeing the vampire in such a state of despair piqued her curiosity.

"What do you want Yoko?" Wednesday asked, her tone of voice deliberately rude. But the brunette didn't care at all.

"I need your help," Yoko began, trying to keep calm, but her voice betrayed a certain frustration. "Could you help me with Thornill's homework? I can't find the damn Moon Flower anywhere."

Wednesday could hardly believe her ears: how dare she interrupt her plans for something so stupid? With her classic impassive gaze, the brunette stared at Yoko in a prolonged silence that made her feel more and more uncomfortable.

"I don't care," Wednesday finally replied with venom and disinterest, surprising the vampire. "If you can't do such a stupid task, maybe you deserve to fail," the brunette added in a cutting tone.

"but it doesn't cost you anything!" Yoko exclaimed in despair.

Wednesday's behavior annoyed her deeply, but Yoko had hoped that following Enid's advice to be kind and tolerant would at least provide some relief. Apparently she was wrong.

"I said no, Yoko," Wednesday replied, her tone even more icy. Her gaze was steady and impenetrable, and her patience, already thin, was completely exhausted.

Yoko sighed deeply, realizing that pushing further would get her nowhere. She put her sunglasses back on in a quick, controlled motion, hiding her annoyance behind a forced smile. Her grin revealed her pointed canines, a gesture that might have seemed threatening in other circumstances, but here it only served to hide her irritation.

"ok, Addams"

with one last look, Yoko walked away, keeping that forced smile until she turned the corner. Wednesday didn't follow her with her gaze, already tired of that brief and, in her eyes, pointless interaction.

As she set off again, determined to finally reach the library, she was interrupted again. This time it was her two friends Ajax and Xavier who stopped her. The two approached quickly with an air of urgency that seemed to want to drag her into some other stupid discussion.

"Wednesday, can we talk to you for a moment?" Xavier asked hesitantly.

the brunette stopped again, clearly irritated now. her gaze narrowed to a slit of annoyance as she waited for them to speak.

"I have a problem with my new work... and I think you can help me," Xavier said, trying to be persuasive.

Wednesday looked at both of them coldly, her patience crumbling with every passing second. All of Nevermore ignored her and labeled her as the school freak, psychopathic and creepy... and now, by some strange twist of fate, everyone needed her today? She simply wanted to go to the library to further her research on poisons and their uses , see you , continue writing her story, or go to the cemetery later.

“I don't care,” she replied coldly, hoping Xavier would understand that she felt some urgency in leaving.

"Addams," Ajax intervenes, "I wanted to ask you for advice... you know that I'm interested in Enid and since you're her roommate..." the gorgon continues, purposely leaving the sentence hanging.

Wednesday stared at them in silence for a few moments, her impassive gaze betraying her impatience. "I don't care in the slightest about your problems and if you don't get out of my way immediately, I won't hesitate to make you regret this conversation" the brunette threatens in a low and cold tone.

Ajax and Xavier look at each other in confusion and fear, pondering Addams's words. They both knew Wedsnesday's reputation and the very real danger of being killed by the shorter girl terrified them.

they decided to step aside.

Wednesday continued on her way, completely ignoring them, while the two boys exchanged glances of resignation. The massive wooden doors finally loomed in the distance and the swarm of students' voices faded as she entered the less frequented part of Nevermore.

"WED!" an all-too-familiar voice shouts enthusiastically.

For the third time that day, Wednesday had to stop. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to suppress the killer instinct that threatened to surface and put an end to her blonde roommate's irritating exuberance. She was seriously starting to believe that it was a curse cast by her mother, some sort of psychological torture designed to test her patience. Unfortunately, it was far from her favorite torture, and she focused on something she knew would calm her down: you.

"Wednesday," Enid exclaimed, catching up with her with a beaming smile, "I was just looking for you... The Poe Cup is coming up again and we have to defend the title! You'll be there, right? We can't do it without you!"

Wednesday stared at the blonde, impassive. Entering the Poe Cup again was the last thing she wanted to do, but she knew Enid wouldn't give up so easily.

"I'll think about it," she replied, keeping her tone detached. She didn't want to seem too involved, but she didn't want to completely dampen Enid's enthusiasm either.

"Awesome!" Enid clapped her hands, thrilled by the response. Then she walked away, skipping happily down the hallway.

Wednesday watched her go, mentally wondering how Enid managed to maintain all that vitality. With a barely audible sigh, she finally resumed her walk towards the library. The brunette lifts the corners of her lips as she enters her haven of peace, looking at the shelves covered in books and dust.

the sound of footsteps echoes throughout the library, her figure getting lost among the endless avenues of shelves and books of Nevermore. Her diligently runs her fingers through the tomes, grazing their rough and fragile covers, the wisdom that hides within them. The few students who were there were busy reading or studying among the various desks scattered around that place, the silence broken only by the sound of the pages being turned.

but it is among those shelves that she finally sees: you

she knew basically the essential things about you: your name is Y/N; you are a year older than her, you are Italian, you love blue and your power is to control fire. You were very good friends with Yoko, for some strange reason, and you were a person who despite the aura of mystery and darkness that surrounded you, smiled and was kind to everyone.

she noticed you a few days ago and still hasn't figured out who you are. Were you really that nice? what's really bothering you Y/N?

Wednesday watched you intently, savoring your every move. She noticed the way you brushed your hair back from your face, the smile that lit up your face when you read something that excited you, and even the grimaces you made in response to bizarre or banal passages you encountered.

Some might call it stalking, but she's really just trying to understand you better.

her black eyes never left your figure: you were tall, you had a sharp jaw that accentuated your strong face and you had full lips that were somehow always ready to whisper something provocative or sarcastic. at that moment you had chosen to gather your hair in a messy bun, a practical choice but one that added a touch of carefree elegance to your appearance.

you were struggling with a pile of books that seemed to have a life of its own. Some had already fallen, scattering across the floor. You quickly bent down to pick them up, but each attempt only seemed to make things worse.

Were you disorganized or did your hunger for books make you so careless?

Wednesday realized it was the perfect time to come out of hiding. She approached you cautiously, then crouched down and picked up a couple of books. Her cold fingers landed on Wicked Plants: The Weed That Killed Lincoln's Mother and Other Botanical Atrocities by Amy Stewart, and a thin smile threatened to appear on her lips. She was almost certain that she was the only one, aside from maybe Thornill, who had read that book in the entire school. Finding out that you shared the same literary tastes hit her in a surprisingly pleasant way.

“Here.” Wednesday’s voice was almost a whisper, as if she were intimidated by the idea of an interaction.

your eyes lift from the floor to meet hers.

Wednesday held her breath. They were the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. You looked at her with curiosity, maybe surprise, but there was something in your eyes that made her feel strangely vulnerable.

“Thank you,” you croak embarrassedly, your cheeks pink knowing someone had witnessed your disaster.

“Maybe you should stop devouring more books than you can handle,” Wednesday said venomously. Her words were a wall behind which she hid the slight agitation she was trying to ignore.

you smile. Shouldn't you be annoyed by my answer?

"What's your name?" she asks curiously

Wednesday stared at you for a moment, cold as ever. “Wednesday,” she replied dryly, not giving anything away. But when you smiled again, the brunette felt a shiver run through her mind, one she tried desperately to ignore.

“Happy reading,” Wednesday adds quickly, turning around as she notices the slight look of confusion crossing your face. It was clear that you wanted to continue the conversation, maybe tell her your name, but Wednesday couldn’t stand there beside you without feeling her body boil.

she needed to leave the library and distract her mind

would have continued after the search, with the necessary calm

but there was an unexpected relief in knowing that she now knew her name

just like she knew yours.

A/N: yes I know, very inspired by the YOU series

[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.

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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."

[tartagliove]

TO DEVOUR tartaglia x reader ✧ 1.3k words

childe would never wish the curse of being a vampire upon you. but you eating a pomegranate paints such a pretty picture that he can’t help but give in to some of his desires.

tags and warnings ✧ vampire!Childe, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used), he’s so obsessed with you, sfw but suggestive, finger sucking, he licks you. note ✧ hm. i’m having Tartaglia lick reader in a lot of my fics… um. anyway. this idea came to me as I was eating pomegranate last night! it falls after the events of my vampire!Childe fic (bloodlust!! blood…love?) coming on february 14th and since I couldn’t figure out how to put it into the fic, I’m sharing it separately. hope you enjoy!

vampire!Childe hears you before he sees you.

The pomegranate skin tears beneath your hands, each seed plucked from the white membrane with a soft snap. The arils pop, bursting between your teeth before the seeds crack under the pressure.

Your signature scent of vanilla and cinnamon sugar grows stronger as he finds you in the dining room, sitting at the table with a plate of the split open pomegranate before you. The seeds gleam a dark ruby under the steady, soft flames of the candles. You look up when he enters, a smile spreading across your face.

"Welcome back, Ajax. How was your day?"

He pulls out the chair beside you at the table, settling into the seat and resting his chin on his hand. His eyes track your every movement as you pluck more pomegranate seeds, his predatory gaze cold and blue, yet you do not flinch under his stare. 

“It was good! Very eventful,” he says.

There’s a satisfied curve to his lips. You raise an eyebrow, noting the healthier tint of pink beneath his skin as your fingers work to loosen some seeds. “Tell me, who had the misfortune of fighting you today?”

His smile turns into a full-blown grin. Of course you’d be able to tell. “It was a shapeshifter today. I don’t think I got to see its true form, but that doesn’t matter. The forms that it changed into during our fight were exhilarating enough!”

He continues to tell you about the fight as you eat the pomegranate. The seeds crunch and a pleased hum leaves your lips as the sweet and tart juice spreads across your tongue. His eyes darken at the noise.

You don’t notice, only focused on the sound of his voice as you break off a new segment of pomegranate. As the flesh tears apart, your hand slips and a few arils burst under the pressure of your fingers. Dark red juice sprays across your skin and sinks under your nails. You let out a small huff of disappointment but carry on with eating the fruit. Each time you lift your hand up to your mouth with ruby kernels between your fingers, the droplets shift across your hand.

Childe watches the deep red juice trail down the back of your hand, meandering past your wrist. It continues to slide down your arm, glistening and taunting him under the candlelight.

He fails to realize that he stopped talking until you hold your hand out toward him, a small pile of pomegranate seeds resting on your palm.

“Do you want some?” you offer.

“No,” Childe manages to push out.

The rough edge to his voice makes you study him, taking in the way his pupils have almost fully eclipsed his iris. He had been staring so intently at you eating your fruit that you thought he wanted some. “More for me, then.”

You lift your hand to your lips, tilting your head back to toss the palm full of arils into your mouth. When you pull your hand away, he notices that your lips are stained a few shades darker than they normally are, a deep red clinging to them in a way that makes him think of you eating—drinking—something else. The trail of pomegranate juice that has made its way down your arm beads at your elbow, before the droplet falls onto the table with the softest plop.

Childe snaps.

His hand flashes out, fingers curling around your wrist. 

You look down, eyes wide at the way his hand flexes as he battles his own strength and desires, his fingertips angling away from you to protect you from his too-sharp nails. Eyes moving up to his face, you see his gaze is fixated on the pomegranate juice dripping down your arm. 

Realization strikes and a coy smile curls at your lips. 

Leaning in toward him, so close that he can feel the faint brush of air against his skin, you whisper, “Are you sure you don’t want any, Ajax?”

His eyes snap up to yours, all dark depths of the sea. When you give permission in the slight incline of your head, he raises your arm and lowers his head.

There’s a moment where he pauses. He takes a second to listen to the flutter of your heart, feeling the tremors of your pulse beneath his fingers. Though you look unaffected, your racing heartbeat betrays you. It pleases him immensely to know that he has this effect on you.

Then, Childe opens his mouth. Sharp and elongated canines come into view before his tongue darts out to catch the pomegranate juice about to drip from your arm. He locks eyes with yours as he continues to follow the trail of red staining your skin, his tongue warm as he laps and licks, not just tasting the fruit but also tasting you.

When he reaches the back of your wrist, he unfurls his fingers and turns your arm so he can run his tongue over your pulse and the thin skin where your scent is stronger. 

The pomegranate juice is sweet and tangy. If he imagines hard enough, the tang can turn into a more metallic bite, as if you had just fed off of someone—as if you had fed off of him, it’s his blood trailing down your arm and staining your lips red. At that picture, Childe pulls back from you. A moan escapes him as his eyes flutter shut, breaking eye contact with you for the first time for a shiver to run through him.

When he opens his eyes again, he finds you staring at him, eyes dark and wide, lips parted, enchanted by his beauty and in awe of the reaction you draw from him without having to do a thing.

He flashes you a satisfied smile, showing gratitude for letting him indulge in his vampire instincts. Childe will make it worth your while.

Pulling your arm toward him, he lifts your hand to his mouth. His tongue laves across the back of your hand, tracing the trails of red weaving across your veins and tendons. He licks the webbing between your fingers, scraping his teeth over the flesh between your thumb and pointer finger. Then he cleans your fingers, one at a time, putting each one into his mouth and sucking gently as his tongue works over them. He spends extra time at your fingertips, licking at the nails that have been stained a deep red. Yours are so different from his own, he muses, filed blunt so you can work without the fear of breaking them.

Finally, Childe pulls away. He is satisfied with how your hand is now clean, yet you’ve been turned into an utter mess. 

Your face feels too hot and you’re squirming in your seat. He can hear your heart fluttering away in your chest, sees how your shoulders rise and fall as you take shallow, rapid breaths.

He can’t help but tease you more. “What’s the matter, hm?”

He kisses your fingertips, then nips at the pad of your pointer finger. A whimper escapes your lips; the sound so sweet to his ears. You shift a bit more, so flustered under his piercing gaze as you struggle to come up with a response.

Finally, you manage to piece together a stammering, “W-what has gotten into you? You can’t just- you can’t do this to me!”

The grin on Childe’s face is downright devious. He stands, moving before you so his legs bracket your knees as he leans over you. “Do what? I’m just kissing you.”

“How was any of that kissing? You were devouring me!” Your eyes nearly cross as he slides a hand behind your neck and tilts your head back, his face hovering over yours with dark ocean eyes dancing in delight.

“Was I? Let me kiss you too, then.”

Childe closes the distance, lips slotting over your pomegranate-stained ones. And kiss you, he does.

note ✧ ahhhh I'm so •///• this man makes me sooooo unwell. writing this vampire au is making me lose it!!!! btw please forgive the inconsistent fic layouts, I'm still trying to find something I'm happy with ahh.

a little bit of writing trivia: I wanted to focus a lot on sound in the opening, because that’s a sense that has changed for Childe since he became a vampire. there also isn't too explicit of a mention that he's envisioning you as a vampire but I hope that still came through. I also didn’t want to mention the word “blood” until he’s imagining you feeding off of his blood. hehe c:

reblogs and comments are much appreciated; i'd love to know your thoughts on this!

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last updated; 10/23/24

Original Characters

Ares (Housewife Yandere)

Emil Landorr (Mad King Yandere)

Nephite (Omega Cultist Yandere)

Silvan (Vampire Pet Yandere)

Ajax (Pornstar Yandere)

Noemie (Follower Yandere)

Achilles (Crime Lord Yandere)

Fandoms

Honkai Star Rail, Genshin Impact, Degrees of Lewdity, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Jujutsu Kaisen, What in Hell is Bad, Nu Carnival, Creepypastas,

Genshin Impact;

breeding dottore

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Honkai Star Rail;

jing yuan x jiangshi

blade x yandere

boothill x cyborg

skott x supervisor

dan feng/dan heng x mate

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What In Hell Is Bad

for heretics (lucifer)

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Hazbin Hotel

priest vox x his god

valentino x bull demon (with yandere vox)

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Original Characters;

ares #yandere housewife

house wife yandere & part 2 & part 3

housewife yandere introduction

extras: spanking ares, ares getting jealous, finding ares mid kill, pampering and breeding, ares with another yandere, distracted, arguing with him, the collection, wrong name

art: thank you, kisses, ref sheet, halloween costume

emil #yandere king

yandere mad king & part 2

yandere mad king introduction

extras: emil getting jealous, cuddling with emil, morning wood

art: halloween costume, kisses

nephite #yandere cultist

yandere omega cultist

yandere omega cultist introduction

extras: nephite getting jealous, temptation

art: halloween costume,

silvan #yandere pet

yandere vampire's pet

yandere vampire's pet introduction

extras: silvan getting jealous, comforting silvan, warmth, putting on a show, spanking, collars, petting

doll au: doll saga, wedding doll

art: doll, halloween costume, gold star, kisses

ajax #yandere pornstar

yandere pornstar

yandere pornstar introduction

extras: biting ajaxs chest

art: halloween costume, tattoos

sable

noemie #yandere follower

yandere follower

yandere follower introduction

extras:

art: halloween costume, tattoos

achilles #yandere crime lord

yandere crime lord

extras:

art: halloween costume, tattoos

all of them

baby trapping (ares & nephite)

what if (ares & silvan)

piggy club (ajax & noemie)

art: expressions

references: hair, measurements,

sfw: if you were a worm, asexual reader, chubby reader,

secret admirer, if the reader died, their voices, jealousy,

reader snaps, abused reader, your face in their neck,

ftm reader, on halloween, petting them, their favorite pets,

whos a good boy?, getting a shot, tall reader, presents,

coming home drunk,

nsfw: the one with lactation, the one about butts, freak in the sheets,

himbo reader, service top, top au, the loudest,

ftm au: coming out

divider credits:

hearts & labels & content warning & dark content warning

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

HALLOWEEN PROMPTS (a little late...)

I’ve been so busy with personal projects that I completely forgot to make that prompt list… (please forgive me!) Since October has already started, I will be making the list short and letting you know that I’m in the mood for spicy and spooky. Please only send 1-2 numbers per requests

p.s. Werewolf!Cregan x hunter!Reader is already in the work and will be posted at the end of October (probably on the 31st)

‘’There is no trick tonight, only treat.’’ 

‘’I’m not wearing that costume.’’

‘’Is that a knife in your pocket?’’ 

‘’Don’t take off the mask.’’ 

‘’Are you trying to kill me with that costume?’’ 

‘’Did I scare you?’’ 

‘’I don’t bite…unless you’re into that.’’ 

‘’Are you going to stab me with that knife?’’ 

‘’There’s a thousand costume possibilities, why did you have to pick the same as mine?

‘’You’re so loud even the dead can hear you.’’ 

‘’Is this when the boogeyman is supposed to come and kill us?’’ 

‘’I think we’re lost.’’ 

Characters I will be writing for: 

☆ Scream (Ethan, Tara, Billy, Stu, Charlie, Chad and Amber)

☆ Wednesday (Xavier, Ajax and Enid)

☆ House of the Dragon (Jacaerys, Cregan, Benjicot, Aemond and Aegon II)

☆ Tate Langdon

Things I’ve been wanting to write / thing I enjoy writing: 

Succubus. They are fascinating creatures for fics (look it up)

Xavier Thorpe x Vampire!Reader

Horror movie AUs

I miss writing for female characters

Ghost AU where character tries to trick reader into giving her soul to him/her (if you’ve seen Beetlejuice 2, you know what I mean)

Lisa Frankenstein AU where reader make a dead person from another era come back to life 

[mikashisus]

The Regula Solis Epoch: Masterlist

The Regula Solis Epoch takes place in a renaissance era— in a time where the golden age of the Remurian Empire loomed over the heads of the people of Teyvat.

Although each one includes the story of someone different, they all have one thing in common:

The Golden Age of Teyvat.

☀️

Volume I: Abandon Ship

(mermaid!neuvillette x fem!pirate!reader)

With one of the Remurian fleets hot on your tail and stolen treasure of the crown on your ship, you were ready to take to the Eastern Seas.

When one of your crewmates catches a mermaid of all things on the outskirts of the Dark Sea, you finally think you've hit the jackpot when it comes to treasure.

In the end, however, you come to a startling revelation: is all the treasure in the world really worth more than a life? And suddenly, you have to make a choice... either a huge sum of gold, or the man you've fallen head over heels in love with.

Volume II: Leaving London

(kazuha x gn!knight!reader)

The legendary pirate ship known as “The Alcor” has begun stirring up trouble in the Northern Seas. Although Queen Catalina does not see it as a threat, the General of the North Wind Knights thinks otherwise.

With the risk of angering the Queen on his hands, General Anton issues an order for all knights a part of the navy to seize every last one of The Alcor’s crew.

With no choice but to listen, you obediently set out to hunt down these pirates. However, it doesn’t exactly go according to plan when you cross blades with a foreigner to the Northern Winds.

Volume III: Flesh and Bone

(hunter!tartaglia x gn!werewolf!reader | ao3 exclusive)

The bitter cold forests of Snezhnaya were not kind, nor welcoming to humans. Lurking in the darkness of the tundra were glowing eyes and warning growls.

After being ardently warned to never trespass farther than the outline of trees meeting the wastelands, Ajax takes the risk and crosses to the frozen tundra. With a bag slung over his shoulder and a determination to show his father that the wastelands were fit to be hunting grounds, he readied his bow.

Amidst the hunt, he finds a wounded wolf on the brink of death. Deciding to show it mercy and heal its wounds, Ajax soon finds that this “wolf” is not your normal run of the mill animal… and taking it back to the village was a grave mistake.

Volume IV: Kaleidoscope

(criminal!xiao x fem!adventurer!reader)

Being called to serve Lady Iris, you were expecting just about anything to be asked of you. However, being tasked to watch over a prisoner who stole from King Remus’ grand vault was something else entirely.

Amidst your journey to retrieve this item, you begin to wonder if the prisoner you were tasked to watch over is even a prisoner at all. He makes no move to escape, and it seems as if he does not plan on talking to you. Finding the exact item he stole was not easy either, and it appears that your journey will get worse as the truth slowly unravels.

In the end, you find yourself wondering who is to be trusted: the foreigner from Liyue, or Lady Iris, who bore no hesitation in sending your friends to their deaths.

Volume V: Masquerade

(lyney x fem!vampire!reader)

As a descendant of the noble Edana line, you grew up with an ardent belief that humans were entirely food and nothing more.

For centuries, you live holed up in your family’s manor, your boredom growing tenfold with each new decade that passes.

Eventually having enough of your boring, high class lifestyle, you step onto the streets for the first time in almost a millennia, looking for something to satiate your interest.

This comes in the form of a budding magician, who wants nothing more than to break down your walls and show you what the world looks like in blinding color. A world that wasn’t coated in gray, and a love that wasn’t forged in blood oaths.

Volume VII: Ambrosia

(venti x fem!dancer!reader | ao3 exclusive)

It was time for the annual Festival of the North Winds in the eastern kingdom of Mondstadt.

Amidst the preparations for the festival, a wandering bard arrives in the bustling city. Without a clue on this bard's origin, the people of the city welcome him and his talent for music with open arms.

Venti soon finds himself in a predicament when a dancer from a foreign nation steals his audience time and time again. As one who would not back down from a challenge, Venti decides to entertain her and participate in her game.

However, when she mysteriously disappears the night before her performance at the festival, Venti realizes it is up to him to go find her. He doesn't realize that he would get himself wrapped up in a feud between an ex-soldier and the army of Snezhnaya.

author’s note: the “regula solis epoch” is a project i have been working on for literal months now. it takes place a few hundred years before the archon war and is completely canon divergent. i tried to incorporate as much remuria lore as i could. i hope that all of you enjoy reading these as much as i will writing them. each fic will be released in order, so “abandon ship” will be first on the list! if you’d like to be added to the taglist for any and/or all of these upcoming fics, then leave a comment or send a msg to my inbox!

taglist — ; @tragedy-of-commons

divider: @/cafekitsune

© 2024 mikashisus. do not plagiarize, copy, repost, feed to ai, or translate my works to any other platforms.

[hermslore]

Begin Again | Enid Sinclair x Reader

You just got out of a toxic relationship with Xavier and with Enid having her heart broken by Ajax too, she decides to ask you out on a date. [Reader is a vampire]

Inspo : Begin Again by Taylor Swift

You took a deep breath and entered the quad, this was the first time you were stepping out of your room after what happened with Xavier. You really liked him, but of course, he cheated on you with Wednesday.

It hurt you when he did that but you had to move on. You weren't looking forward to classes but you had to deal with it. Everyone was having breakfast and you had the first period free, giving you about an hour of free time. You were pretty popular in the school and your relationship was loved by many, so everyone knew about what had happened. Waving to many people, you made your way to the vampires.

Engaging yourself in conversations was really helping with your mood until people started gossiping about your relationship. "Y/n? Are you alright, we heard about you and Xavier," one of them quipped. "Is it true he kissed Wednesday?" another added. "He was an asshole anyway, I'm glad you got rid of him," "Wednesday didn't really seem to be his type-" "I thought he was more into Bianca," They continued with their comments which made you sick, "Stop! Enough, can you guys stop bothering her?" you heard a voice from behind you, shutting them all up.

You turned around to see Enid and smiled. You weren't very close to her but you both would always sit together in most classes and you had started to develop a liking towards her. She was friendly, smart, energetic and cared about people. You were glad to have her as a friend, although, sometimes you wondered if you both could have ended up in a relationship if Xavier hadn't happened. You were always interested in her but then Xavier came along and you had forgotten about your crush on her. "Y/n? Hey, you there?" She said, waving her hand around your face, bringing you back to reality. You shook you head and said, "Yeah, yeah." She giggled, taking your hand leading you away from the vampires to a place where you both could talk.

"So, how has it been? You know, life, I heard about what happened with Xavier, are you alright? You haven't stepped out of your room in weeks," she said, concern lacing her tone as she fiddled with her fingers. "I'm fine, Enid, don't worry, I just kinda miss him, you know? He was a good guy, well except for the cheating part," you said, shrugging as she gave you a small smile. "Well, that makes the two of us," she replied, making you raise your eyebrows. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I broke up with Ajax last week," she said as your mouth formed an 'O' shape. "So, um, I was thinking.. do you want to go to the Weathervane later today? I mean since we're both single, I- I mean uh-" you cut off her blabbering by a giggle. "You're so cute, Enid, if you want to ask me out on a date, just say so, the answer's yes, by the way." You said, walking away leaving her blushing. -- You looked into the mirror and took a deep breath. Xavier never liked it when I wore high heels but you were sure Enid wouldn't mind. You were really looking forward to the date as you made your way into the weathervane. You walked in, expecting her to be late but she was early, standing there waiting for you. She took one look at you, her jaw dropping. "Wow, Y/n, you look so good," she said, biting her lip. She signaled for you to sit down, sitting across you. Both of you indulged in conversations about various topics. She ordered drinks for you both and honestly, she got your order right in the first go. She told you so many stories but she couldn't tell why you were coming off a little shy. What surprised you the most was when she threw her head back laughing like a little kid, it was strange that she thought you were funny because he never did. You had a great time with her but it was getting pretty late so you both walked down the block back to Nevermore. You almost brought him up but she started talking about the Christmas movies she watched with her siblings which made you smile.

You had been spending the last few weeks thinking that all that love does is break and burn and end but she changed your perspective on that. You both reached your dorm as you turned around to look at her, smiling. "I had a great time, Enid, thank you for that, you're amazing," you said, making her cheeks go red.

"We should do this more, you know, friends hanging out?" she said, her eyes looking down at your lips for a second before coming back up as she bit her lip, fiddling with her fingers. You giggled, making her confused. "Oh, Enid, I like you too," You said, putting your palm on her cheek and pulling her in. She smiled into the kiss, putting her arms behind your neck as your lips moved in sync.

You thought you would be scarred for a while after Xavier and his asshole behavior, But, on a Wednesday, in a cafe, you watched it begin again.

[kuni-is-daddy]

VAMPIRE SCARA VAMPIRE SCARA, sitting in ur tree stalking u before coming to greet u at the door, he’s the cute boy u see around often so you weren’t scared, but he flashed his smile and showed to huge fangs before digging his teeth into your neck, but shit why did he have to make it feel so good why he did have to tease your body, praise and groan in your ear

Vampire scaramouche X female reader

Tw: Bl00d, M!rder, S//duction, Going to the club, Drinking,hndjob, f/ngering!, reader and itto get drnk

Featuring: Arataki gang(Mentions of ajax)

Word count: 1.67k

Scara masterlist

Vampire scara has tasted the blood of 100s of people but was never satisfied. Going from person to person, kissing and exchanging spit with them to make them high off of his taste then sinking his clean pearly white fangs into their neck. Only to pull away as the seduced individual took their last breath Infront of his hungry eyes. Humans were so weak, and could never satisfy his own needs to the point where he set himself up to live a 'normal life' in your town as a disguise. But you? You we're captivating at first glance. Watching you from a tree eating with the half blood oni arataki itto and his partner Kuki shinobu. Night after night he sunk into the necks of others. But it was never enough. He needed it to be you. He needed your taste.

"y/n! I know I can always count on my best bud to make the greatest, most aWESUM party's!" itto said cheerfully while banging his glass on the table. He chugged his 7th cocktail. At first it was a competition and your escape from figuring out scara was a vampire, but the two of you started rambling and giggling at the most random things as you tried to gain your composure so at least one of you could take the other home. "iTTO you FUCKING play with BUGS? your wEIRD AS FUck" You snorted and leaned back in your chair. "PSH im not WEIRD. Yourh Just mahd i ALWAYS beat you y/n in EverY single competition. You wanna KNOW WHy?" The drunk oni got up, making the liquid slosh around the table. "BeCAUSE IM. ARAHTAKI, BEETLE. GLAHDIATOR ITTO!" "HELL YEAH. THE SupREME. ONE AND ONI!." you both clinked your glasses, yours being empty as he drunk another round.

"8.." Scara counted, Who was sitting in a corner of the club with his legs crossed and hand covering his mouth, while the other rested on the sidetable covered with liquor glasses as he tried to tune out the bass boosted music and chatter of other humans around him to instigate on his neighbor and her compadre. The club was like a feast to him. 'Pretty' women dressed up in revealing and elaborate outfits from crop tops and booty shorts to elegant dresses as if they we're in liyue. Normally, Scara would put together any outfit since according to many of his victims "He has a beautiful face." Which was enough to sweep anybody off of their feet. But after spying on you and itto once again in the outskirts of narukami park. He decided to 'give it some effort' just for you. He wore the undergarments of his "wanderer" outfit. A sleeveless black turtleneck to let his muscular body glisten through it, shorts and gloves that followed up with a ring on his middle finger. Hoping that he could have you wear the matching one, A beautiful human that lived by themselves just barely getting by. And for that beautiful human, He had a special way of his own planned to praise you.

"Hey itto~~" You giggled while rubbing your finger along the cup. "Ya know who we should invite to come with us next time?" "ooo who who? mY Brou ayato?" "nO!" you slapped his arm. "Scara~ lets invite him next time~" Your legs then squirmed under the table at the thought. 2 days ago he invited himself into your house at 2am. Covered in blood along his mouth and chest, barely keeping his composure as he fell out on your couch. "Oh my archons, Are you okay scara?! D-did you get in a fight?!" You'd ask, but the fledgling vampire was just drunk off the taste of blood from a party his friend childe dragged him into, then drove him to your house after getting the address wrong. His mouth was agape while his eyes we're in a blur from the bright lights within your house. You ran to your kitchen and prepared some of Scara's favorite tea 'Well he does like tea- Maybe that'll help-' You then walked to your bathroom as the tea prepared and grabbed a small warm towel to put over his head. With a beep from the machine the tea was ready. You headed back to the couch after it was done. "Fuhking ajax..im gonna kill him when i see that..." His eyes adjusted, giving a clear view of your presence as you sat besides him, Placing the warm cloth on his head and blowing to cool the tea. The fledgling then stuck out his tongue. Watching you grow flustered at the view of his red dripped fangs. 'H-he really is a vampire...' You held his cloth up as he drunk from the cup, relishing in the perfect way you'd make his favorite drink. With a sigh of relief, You pulled away as he stood up to regain his clarity. He was your neighbor after all, Always knocking at your door no matter the time and inviting himself in by asking for the most random things like a cup of sugar to make his bitter black tea. Which surely didnt require him coming into your house, Getting comfortable on the couch while watching you eagerly pour him another cup with your ass on full display through your shirt and underwear. "Well..If your not responsible.. scara I wont let you come over anymore~" you giggled. "Oh really? Then i guess ill have to try just for you." He licked at his fangs.

Just thinking about it made the fanged puppet feel hotter and sweat more in the club then he already was as he gazed at your drunken and innocent form. God, scara wanted to claim you so bad. He didn't care if you we're or weren't a vampire yourself, he just wanted to taste you so fucking bad. Why keep going for hundreds of years unsatisfied when a beautiful woman like you was always around? Scara snapped out of his horny daze when a woman dressed in a black dress walked infront, then sat besides him. "Arent you a handsome man..All by yourself huh?" She leaned closer to the visibly not amused puppet, resting her head against his shoulder only to look down and notice his built body. "Dam daddy's got some muscles~ Think I can make you feel good down here too?" the woman edged her breasts on his arm as he began to get up to greet you and offer to take you to his home after dropping off itto. He jerked the woman's 'fility body' of his arm and she flopped onto the couch. He turned his head back to your table and the two of you instantly made eyecontact. Your pupils widened at the thought of your own neighbor seeing you in such a embarrassing state. You got up from your chair, Wobbling and bumping into a man behind you while running over to itto "i-itto Lets go home now, Kuki is gonna worry about you" The drunk oni wobbled up. "Oh yeah k-kuki heh heh she's gonna beat the hEll outta me-" You guided his chad body out of the flashing lights and chaos of the club. Which scara planned to follow you home until the woman got up again and tugged at his arm..again.. "Please~ it'll be fun~" she pouted. Just as he was about to give the woman a piece of his mind, his indigo eyes began to flicker purple and the back of his neck ached in pain from his electro binding, cursing his mother for bestowing him with this bloodlust. Reluctantly He gazed back at the woman with a large smirk on his face. "Mhm? Lets go to the alley then~"

The woman undid her bra as Scara had her caged under his arms. "Can you be rough babe? Want me to cry? " She looked up as he observed her body, Unamused. After moments of silence, He leaned into the females neck "Scream for me." he whispered, With a small gasp and drool seeping out his mouth he stung his fangs into the womans neck, squishing his body on her's as if she practically suffocated under his lean form, Her metaled liquid leaked onto his lips as she moaned out in pain. Making scara fantasize instantly of tasting you and your tits pressed against his sweaty chest. "Mph that's it...louder.. don't stop fucking yelling you slut~ you like it when I suck you dry?" He bit harder into the woman's neck imagining your sweet moans and pleads for him to stop. The woman pushed and punched at his built form, but only made the puppet more horny.

A familiar voice rang through scara's ears. He covered the womans mouth and kneel'd down to hide in the shadow of the alley. "I cant believe he saw us there itto- What if he thinks im some drunk loner? :( I love him" You sniffled while walking up to the uber.(Dont drink and drive!) "RelaX y/n the little vamp dude is our homie. He wouldnt judge us, I wouldnt judge you compadre" You smiled at the drunk oni. "Well im sure kuki is gonna judge you itto~" You both got into the uber. Itto leaned onto your shoulder as you began to text kuki of your arrival. After hearing the sound of the car rev down the street he pulled away from the now deceased female and spat back out her blood. "Disgusting."

--smut

The next morning you woke up to a ding from your phone.

From: Kuki Shino-bae: "Thanks for bringing the boss home! Hope you slept well and drunk water. Next time im coming with you guys :)" You sighed, knowing the next time you both hung out was gonna be another sober day full of schooling from shinobu.

You got out of bed and showered, Wearing a simple t shirt and shorts as you got a snack from the fridge when suddenly your doorbell rang. 'ugh.. its 5am. whos knocking at the door..' you took another bite, leaving your snack on the table as you walked towards the door. "Who is it?" "Its me. Open the door." You recognized that voice, It was your neighbor..The same neighbor who saw you drunk with your oni friend last night.. You turned the doorknob. "H-Hi scara! Its pretty early isnt it?" Your head was still fuzzy from last night, so you tried to divert the conversation. but you noticed he had a similar outfit on from it. A long sleeve turtle neck with black jeans and a dark purple belt. hanging from the side of it was a feathered shaped gold ornament. "I guess." You closed the door behind him, He walked around your house as if it was his own while you slowly followed, Leading into the hallway that was besides your bedroom. "Do you want some tea kuni? I can make some-" He cut you off, "Theirs no need to exchange pleasantries, Y/n."

He turned back around to you, leaning against the wall with your phone in your hand. "I saw you. At the club with that oni.." Your heart sunk as you away from scara. Preparing to be insulted by your crush. "Fuck you looked beautiful last night." beautiful? "As soon as i saw you, I couldnt take my eyes off of you..shit.. i want you." He rested his arms on the wall. caging you as he once did to a human before. Your breathing began to quicken as you we're both practically within nose distance of eachother. "S-scara..." "Do you want me y/n?..You said you loved me right?" the ornament jingled as he leaned closer against you. "Y-yes..I do love you scara.." "Then can you be a good girl and take it for me?" "T-take wha-" he stuck out his tongue and pointed, You saw his clear white fangs before but never this close... "is this your first time? Have you been bitten before.." he sunk his face into the side of your neck and began licking along it. you smelled divine to him, your already sweet smell along with your lotion. Even before he heard or saw you in that alley he knew it was you. "S-scara~ dont lick there its-" "Answer me. Did another vampire touch you." he trailed his other free hand along your waist, seeping under your shirt and up to your chest. "Did they fucking tell you how beautiful you are baby..How good you smell~" "N-no..Scara~" he chuckled while pulling away from your neck and looking at your plump lips "Thats even better." He smashed his lips against yours, exploring your taste before he began to make you high off his. Only to moan as your tongue intertwined with his eagerly, making you drop your phone. "Hah.. you dirty slut~ if I knew you wanted me this bad..I would've sucked your blood a long time ago." You whimpered at the thought. "Hm? You want me to be gentle~?" He sunk back into your neck, removing his hand from your cleavage to hold your hand. "It'll feel good baby~ now be good and take it." He licked his lips and groaned, devouring his teeth in your neck. "S-SCARA~ MMH~" You squeezed into his hand and squirmed as his body smashed against yours and your boobs squished against his chest. "Mmm. Oh shit..you taste so fuhking good. That's it baby~ let me hear you~" your metallic liquid gushed onto his fangs, coating them in a beautiful red. The ecstacy of it all threw scara into a frenzy. He yearned for you for so long, tasted and killed so many. But it was never enough.

He needed and finally had you. His hair ran messy as his body burned for more. He let go of your hand, making you gasp again as he shifted down into your shorts to your wet clit. Rubbing two fingers back and forth around your bud as he jerked harder into your neck. "S-SCARA PLEASE~ OH FUCK~" you trailed your hands down his chest, feeling his sweaty abs, leading into his v line and cock. "Fuhck..that's it baby, your doing so good for me. Just like that...touch me more..." You stroked his hard length as it leaked pre cum onto your fingers. Your vision began to feel fuzzy at his aggressive biting and rubbing on your clit. We're you loosing to much blood? "Tell me baby, ngh how fucking good I make you feel. Like a bitch in heat-" he pulled away from your bitten neck, gasping as his drool began dripping down your shoulder and onto your chest. "Ah..you make me feel so good scara~ i-i cant-" "can't what baby?" He moved his fingers down from your clit and into your aching hole. "I-M' gonna cum scara~ m' so close~" "good..that's my- hah~good girl, cum on my fucking fingers, don't stop stroking me." You recklessly stroked his length. Rubbing along the tip and wherever you could touch as his fingers thrusted into you. "S-Scara! D-daddy m' gonna cum. i-" "then do it. F-fuck cum on my fingers, let me taste it~"

You looked at his now glowing eyes. Striking a cord within you and In a matter of seconds your liquids gushed all over his hand as he soon followed with his coating your shirt "God..even your cum taste so good~" he said while licking his hands clean. You fell into his chest after coming down from your high. "W-wait..S-Scara my neck is it-?" You coated your neck with your free hand, happy that the wound was healed, little did you know his bite mark still lingered on you like a hickey. "What? Don't tell me You thought I was like one of those vampires in those stories. Scared of the sun and garlic?" Well he did wear a hat. He sighed as you looked away in embarrassment.

"Tch. how childish." of course it was healed..how else would you make it to the next round?

[yoitsjay]

Phoenix

Pairings: Keegan P. Russ x M!Reader

Summary: you had been hiding your abilities ever since your kind had been wiped out. But your team was in danger, you had to do something... at the cost of your life perhaps?

Warnings: mentions of death, COD typical violence, blood, gunshots and gun wounds, fire, revival, nudity

Word count: 3,161

You, like everyone else now, were a hybrid. There was no real or true human left in the world, not since the monsters and creatures began to mix breed with humans, and the humans of course fell in love with the idea of having a monster as a lover, who wouldn't? they were faster, stronger, more intelligent and in most cases, hotter. You were a member of the Ghosts, a renowned special forces team in the United States. You were a new member, unfortunate as that was however regardless the team accepted you as one of their own.. maybe because you were strong… or terrifying.

The Ghosts consisted of a mix of hybrids, Logan was a vampire hybrid with enhanced smell and super strength, Hesh was a werewolf hybrid with the smell, hearing, scent and vision to boot, Ajax was an avian hybrid with strong wings which matched his hair. And then there was Keegan, and keegan being the leader seemed quite powerful himself, Being a wraith he had the ability to disappear into shadows, physical shadows that could snap the neck of an enemy without much force. He was strong on top of that, with his training and his ability. Made him all the more sexy really.

And then there was you, one of the strongest hybrids in the world… a phoenix. This mythical legend is said to never die, and if it did it would simply be reborn from ash over and over again, the only thing to kill a phoenix is iron as it will burn them and kill them. Because they are so powerful they were hunted down and killed, all but you and your mother who managed to escape one fateful night… your father and brothers weren't so lucky, but you were.

The thing was, they had no idea that you were a phoenix hybrid, your mother told you to hide your abilities, lie and say you weren't a hybrid, or that you were something else completely. Now it wasn't entirely impossible to be a human in a hybrid run world, they did still exist but the few humans that were around were used as slaves for the superior like dragons, or other powerful beasts, so, human it was then.

Despite posing as a human you were still abnormally strong, and you had a faster regeneration rate than most other people in the Ghosts, but when they ask you always used the same lie, that you were tested on because you were human and it gave you regeneration, or inhuman strength when you were indeed human. Still, you were strong and funny, and if Keegan liked you then so did the rest of the ghosts. But in order to protect you and your abilities, you still had to hide it.

Currently you are sitting in a transport plane with the rest of the Ghosts, sitting across from Keegan and between Logan and Hash. They were like brothers to you, so them pushing and nudging you didn't really bug you. Ajax was seated beside Keegan and then of course there was Riley, the ever brave Ghost dog, who was laying in her own carrier, strapped down so it wouldn't move, but it was a big crate so she was comfortable. The test of the Ghosts were back on base or… dead, may they rest in peace. So it was just you and the boys listed already.

You were heading to Chile where you heard reports of some pretty bad militia reading havoc on the locals, while also wearing rumors that he was part of an Operation in Russia, a terrorist operation that you had to shut down. Little did you know how dangerous it all would be… regardless, the plane landed on a bare strip between two smaller mountain ranges, and there was already a big truck waiting for you. A driver was waiting outside with a more serious look on his face, however when he saw the Ghosts his smile grew and he waved as you and your team walked over. “Mr. Russ, Ajax, thank you and the rest of you for coming, we are in desperate need of your help now more than ever. I'll explain everything on the way but we need to get moving.” The man stated, and the Ghost piled into the car with you being right between Keegan and Logan.

See, you and Keegan had a secret you both hid from the rest of the team, a couple months ago you were in a tight situation with Keegan and it escalated… but not in a bad way. And ever since then you and him… well let's just say it developed into something that the rest of the team would tease you for. Regardless, no matter what mission you and Keegan were on it was always his personal mission to touch you and tease you in some form of way, whether it was when you were in a sniper position with him and he HAD to touch your thigh or ass, or hold your waist to keep you still. It was frustrating, yet you never stopped him before.

Keegan even had the balls to do something like that now, sneaking a hand behind you and down the back of your pants, subtly squeezing your ass which made you tense up quite a bit, though when the car suddenly hit a large bump in the road you took the opportunity to pull Keegans arm away, and instead grip onto him and Logan so you didn't fall forward since there were no seat belts. “Fuck that was a bad bump.” you played off quickly, patting Logan’s thigh which you previously had an iron grip on, shifting yourself so you were more comfortable in your seat. You pinched Keegan however, a subtle way of telling him “not here asshole” before letting him go too.

When you arrived at your destination Keegan and Ajax talked with the driver, getting more information while you, David and Logan took all your gear into the safe house where you would be staying and planning. The two brothers left their gear on the table like ruffians, however you took the time and instead moved them to a safer location so the table could be used to plan with a map amongst other things.

When Keegan and Ajax came back inside it was time to divide and conquer. Ajax stepped forward to separate the teams, however because there was an odd number between them there would either be a group of three, or two groups of two and one loner.

“Alright, Keegan and Logan and Y/n you're in a group, Hesh you're with me. Here's the plan. Keegan and his group are going to be infiltrating the West part of this compound here where we believe our target is staying. Hesh and I will take the East side. Once inside we split off and each take a section of the house, luckily enough there are five sections. Y/n you take the southwest corner, Keegan you take the northwest. Logan, you head to the center where there are some hostages being held, free them and arm them and then get their help to take over the compound. Hesh will take the southeast corner and I'll take the northeast. Clear your sections and if you find our target bring him to the center of the compound alive for questioning. If anything goes wrong, get out of the compound and meet at the rendezvous point here-”

While Ajax was explaining everything, he pointed to certain sections on the map, showing the team where they would all be going, and then again once they would split up. You felt uneasy, however. It's not that you didn't trust Ajax, or didn't believe that this plan would work, but you just had an uneasy feeling in your mind. A hum left your lips but you nodded to the plan, you wouldn't let anyone get hurt, that was a vow you silently swore to everyone.

However, now, it was time to rest as the infiltration would be tomorrow. There were not enough rooms for you individually so you split up again, however even though Keegan was offered his own room he rejected it and grabbed you to bunk with instead, bringing you to the master bedroom where he closed and locked the door once you both were inside. “God it's been weeks since we've been alone darlin I missed you.” He grumbled, dropping his bag as he pulled you into his arms, holding you tight.

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you embraced him in return, pulling off your mask so he could see your face as you smiled at him. “I could say the same Keeg, but that was a risky move that you pulled back in the car.” you huffed, pulling away with furrowed eyebrows. Keegan shrugged, almost like he didn't care anymore which was probably the truth.

“Y/n I don't want to hide our relationship- whatever it is- from the boys anymore. They have almost caught us a dozen times now and I know they're starting to get suspicious. I know they won't judge, or tell anyone else… but I don't want to hide my feelings for you.” He huffed, sliding his hands down your waist. You sighed, leaning up and kissing his cheek which still had the mask covering it. You didn't bother taking it off, knowing Keegan would if he felt comfortable, but this was a new place, who knows who could be watching.

“I know Keegan… look- how about we tell them after the mission then. We have to keep everyone's heads clear for tomorrow, we wouldn't want to distract them and get them hurt.” You explained, and Keegan nodded in agreement. However before you could move away he quickly pulled you close, pulling his mask up over his nose as he leaned in and kissed you gently, smiling against your lips before pulling away shortly after.

“I'll protect you and them no matter what. You guys are my family, and you're my everything.” He spoke softly, kissing you again just once, only to pull away too soon, walking into the bathroom attached to the bedroom to shower and get ready to sleep. You rolled your eyes, having already showered before leaving so you just stripped down to the under clothes you had on, getting in bed and getting comfortable.

Tomorrow would be a wild day, you knew it.

~~~~

You were up before anyone else that following morning, now downstairs in the kitchen making breakfast for the team with whatever breakfast foods were left in the fridge for you and the boys. There wasn't much, mostly ration tubes amongst snacks and other things, but you managed to cook up a pretty decent breakfast, setting the table.

You grew up in a house of women, being the second oldest you were taught a lot of the house chores too, so doing stuff like this not only came easy to you, but it was like second nature to get it done. The Ghosts were always grateful for your help and cooking however, it just meant they didn't have to cook for themselves as long as you were around.

When everyone was awake because of the smell of food, they all wondered downstairs to the table, thanking you, finding a plate and eating almost immediately. They were like zombies or robots, awake but programmed to do straightforward things like this… you chuckled to yourself before finding a seat and eating with them. Logan was somewhat excited about the mission, and his brother shared that excitement but you still felt nervous…

After breakfast it was time to leave, the Ghosts gathered their weapons and gear, arming themselves to carry as much as they could while you attached a med pack to the back of your gear, followed by a couple of reloads for your rifle and pistols, strapping knives to your legs, hiding some in your boots, under your sleeve where an arm sheath was, and then putting a hunting knife in its designated sheath on your vest, and lastly getting your radio in place.

When all of the Ghosts were ready, you left in the same car that picked you up from your transport plane. The driver brought you close to the compound but it was still far enough where you had to walk the rest of the way. Once you were close enough on foot you split into your groups, you Keegan and Logan, and then Ajax and Hesh going the opposite way. With your weapon in hand you fell into line behind Keegan as he sprinted to the west wall, you started looking for a way in without explosives while Keegan had readied the C4… but before you could place it, you pressed in a brick and with surprise the wall in front of you shifted and opened up to reveal a dark corridor that lead into the compound.

“Lucky me.” You muttered, allowing Keegan to take the lead again as you took your position second with Logan watching your back. Successfully you managed to get into the compound, and with a whispered battle cry, you split up with your group, stealthily creeping through the south west corridor, using your knife to Stealth kill anyone you crept up on. You did have a picture of what your target looked like. Short, brown hair and green eyes with a very pale complexion, always wearing his medals whether fake or real. Very arrogant.

You continued to search your corridor clearing rooms through your radio like everyone else, however just as you cleared the last room you heard gunshots from the other side of the building, followed by shouts over the radio from Ajax. “Hash Is down! Shot to the knee he's okay but we need backup! NorthEast corridor!” Ajax called out through the radio, immediately your knife was back in its sheath and your assault rifle was in your hands and you were running down through the south hallway, killing any enemy you stumbled across before running to the North hallway where you saw Hash clutching his knee. Immediately you got down on your knees beside him, shooting a few enemy soldiers who came up from behind you before you grabbed the med pack and started patching up his knee. “It went through Hash, I can't tell if it hit a nerve or not but I'm going to stop the bleeding.” You explained, not giving him any warning as you pressed down roughly with your hands, putting pressure on both sides of the wound. Soon Logan arrived and he covered your flank, but more and more soldiers surrounded you, and your team was starting to run out of bullets. Hash had passed out from the pain but that didn't stop you from holding that pressure. “Where's keegan?” You suddenly asked Logan, realizing he wasn't there. Logans eyes went wide and he looked around in a panic. That's when you heard sounds of struggle. A grunt left your lips, and you looked at Ajax. “we've got this, go get Keegan.” You pleaded, pulling your hands away when you were sure the bleeding was stopped (while secretly using the powers you hid to heal him faster).

Once Ajax moved, you covered his position and started shooting the enemies in front of him, eventually giving him a clear way to get to Keegan. He brought the man back, and luckily Keegan was uninjured. But Keegan, Ajax and now you were out of bullets, and Logan was running out even after using Hash’ bullets. It was like they knew you were here…

Just then explosions were heard from the south west corridor, then again where Keegan was. The house shook violently, and you quickly realized they were dropping bombs. “Quick, to the middle I have an idea!” You shouted, and Logan grabbed his brother who was still unconscious. You lead everyone to the middle, surrounding yourself with furniture and crates. Everyone was in danger if you didn't do something… you had to do something…

You stood up quickly, bullets whizzing past your face bit you ignored it, stripping off your gear as you looked down at Keegan. “what are you doing Y/n get down!” He shouted, but you shook your head. “I'm doing what I should have done long ago. I'm done hiding what I am Keegan. I'm not human, I've never been human… Keegan, Ajax, Logan… I'm The Phoenix.” You stated, and with that fire erupted out of your skin, but to them it wasn't hot fire, nor did it burn them, you started transforming into a large beast, covered in fire. Your wings spread out, and you covered your team with said wings as several bombs were dropped around you. However because you had covered your team and protected them, they were unharmed. The compound had been flattened, and obviously your target escaped…

But as the dust settled and Keegan opened his eyes, he realized that… you weren't there. You had sacrificed your life and now- you were a pile of ash in the middle of the Ghosts, hot to the touch. Keegan tensed up, experiencing not only the loss of a teammate, but the loss of his lover.

Keegan screamed, throwing a piece of furniture that surrounded them away as he took a few steps forward, Logan held his brother close since he was still unconscious, and Ajax just stared at the pile of ash. But… that wasn't the end, no…

Out of the ash, a fire sparked and suddenly a smaller version of the Phoenix you had turned too had materialized out of that ash, reborn you were, and once all the ash was gone, the fire went out and there you stood… naked as a newborn babe. A nervous chuckle left your lips, and immediately Ajax looked away, as did Logan. “Keegan?” You called out…

The man turned with disbelief, running towards you and picking you up in his arms. He didn't care if they were watching, but he pulled off his mask and he kissed you, setting you down on the ground before pulling away, quickly realizing that you were in fact naked. “well look at that, naked for me darling?” He asked with a smirk, only to get slapped on the arm. However he didn't care.

You were alive and safe, and now that he and the team knew what you actually were, they vowed to keep you safe. Once you got some clothes on, you were taken home, as was Hash who needed to heal still but he'd be able to walk again, thanks to you and your abilities…

Your target got away, but Keegan would find him, he couldn't forgive what had been done to you, even if you were revived it still called for revenge… and he would get it, for you.

[maryannecrimsworth]

Yandere wednesday x reader where the reader is very innocent and doesnt know when people are flirting with him or when people are doing dirty minded because he very sheltered his whole life so doesn't have any dirty minded stuff because he doesn't what they mean in the first place so wednesday becomes infatuated with him because he is so innocent which is something you dont see in that type of age range so wednesday would want his innocence to be kept so he gets kidnapped by wednesday as thats the best way to keep him pure and innocent and wednesday would make him meets her family

You, anon, are now the owner of my heart. I LOVE innocent reader and is honestly so nice to write. This one is really similar to me, to be honest...Hope you like it!

Pairing: Yandere! Wednesday Addams x Innocent! gn! Reader

Warnings: overprotective behavior; (failed) attempt of abuse; kidnapping

Extra scene

Tu puridad

“So, what do you say?” The question made your fingers drum the table of your booth again. “Both schools are going to be there, all normies and outcasts partying together.” 

He was so excited, you could tell by the way his fangs showered when he smiled; and he couldn’t stop smiling. 

The girl, sitting by his side, intervened hastily. 

“After the movie, of course.” She smiled, one hand moving to the nape of the vampire by her side, and the other moving to your wrist. “You don’t have to drop by the party, but we would love if you watched the movie with us.” Her fingers brushed warmly against your skin. “Just us three, on the back of my truck, enjoying a spooky movie and each other.” She smiled; she didn’t have fangs. You’re not sure of what she is. “You in?”

“Yeah! I love drive-in theaters!” You tapped her hand and leaned back in your seat, not noticing the smirk which spread over their lips simultaneously. 

They looked at each other before leaning closer to you again.

“We’ll pick you up at 11.” “Wear something fancy.” They whispered one after the other.

“Isn’t 11 a bit too late?” You leaned closer and whispered back. The frown in your eyebrows and curiosity in your gaze made them laugh. 

“Not at all!” “Be ready, Y/N!” They stood up from the booth, holding hands while they walked away from you. “See you later!” The girl blew a kiss in your direction, and the vampire winked at you a moment before leaving the Weathervane. 

The doorbell rang and you turned to your table again, to the wooden puzzle which was abruptly interrupted by the couple’s approach. You have to start again. 

You replaced the pieces to their original positions, and paused the counting of the pocket chronometer lying next to your mug. The biggest block, placed on the top of the small board, needed to be slid over to its bottom’s border, without removing any smaller pieces on its way. A classic puzzle, the Klotski. Just a silly game you liked to solve while taking your daily tea cup.

You’ve become a loyal customer; even though the lady from Uriah’s Heap made amazing tea, you preferred the environment of the Weathervane. The quiet, but always agitated place gave you opportunities to meet new people, both outcasts and normies. 

And someone always talked to you as soon as you sat in your usual booth. You did not even have to wave or smile at someone — they approached you, sooner or later. The vampire and the girl, who you then figured were called Darren and Stacy, did it; and now Enid Sinclair and Yoko Tanaka did it too. 

 “Hey, Y/N!” Enid sat in front of you, and you had to stop solving your puzzle once again. “I got amazing news!”

“Hey, Enid, Yoko.” You smiled at them both. “Let me hear about it.” “Ajax agreed on this huge night out and we’re renting a trailer for the drive-in.”

“My virgin mojito and all the Nightshades included.” Yoko added. 

“And Kent will not stop asking me about you. So, you coming?” Enid leaned over you, whispering conspiratorially. “We can hide while they watch that awful movie.”

“I must say Hereditary is an unexpectedly sickening and disruptive modern artwork.” A cold voice came from your side. Wednesday Addams was standing next to your booth. “But I hate to think I’ll watch such a horrifying movie while listening to your screams.” She handed a mug to Enid and sat down by your side. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Hi.” You waved at her and looked back at Enid. “And I’d love to watch the movie with all of you but I’ve just been invited by a couple. You might know him, Yoko, he is a vampire called Darren.”

Enid’s and Yoko’s faces dropped. 

“Y/N, you can not be serious.” The vampire muttered. 

“I’ve told you about them, they’re these weird lovers who keep inviting cute people for their dates.” Enid lowered her voice. “You know, for…”

“Have fun, yes.” You finished. “They said they’re curious to know me more.”

“Exactly, Y/N.” Yoko hissed. “You can’t meet them.”

“Come on, you guys are being mean!” You complained, sipping the end of your drink before arguing one last time: “I’ll meet you all in the party after the session anyways.”

“Which party?” Yoko and Enid asked at the same time, their voices loud and worried. 

“ ‘The’ party, with normies and outcasts.” You frowned. “Were you not invited?”

“We have never heard about it.”

“Oh.” You froze for a second. “Oh, that’s okay. I’m coming home earlier in one way or another. Gramma gets angry when I’m late.” “I thought she had quit this overprotective stuff.”

You shrugged your shoulders and started to pack your things. “I can get away with it every now and then.” You zipped your backpack closed and turned to Wednesday, sat by your side, on the edge of the booth. “Do you mind?” You asked.

“I do.” She moved only to face you. “Joining a couple of thirsty vampires proves that you are either stupid or genuinely clueless.”

“Excuse me?” You leaned back. Both Enid and Yoko were staring at you and Wednesday with widened eyes. “We won the quiz competition together!How can you say—” You were yelling. You did not yell — you were not this type of person. You stopped yourself and rubbed your face before adding: “Sorry, forget it. We’ll meet there anyway, alright? I might be there eleven-ish.” You made your way out of the booth and exited the Weathervane.

“Eleven?” Enid asked Yoko as soon as you walked away. “The movie doesn’t start at 8?”

“It does.” Enid and Yoko held their breath simultaneously. They both turned to Wednesday at the same time, ready to ask for help — but her seat was empty.

She was not there. 

X

The concept of ‘fancy clothing’ has always been confusing to you: why would someone wear thin, tight clothes when it was so cold outside? Hell no, you’re wearing a coat and comfy pants, nothing of t-shirts and ripped jeans. Your news friends asked you to wear something neat,  something that would make you look good — but you didn't want to. You didn't like to. Why only the uncomfortable made you look pretty? And why did you have to look ‘pretty’ in the first place? It did not matter, and friends weren’t supposed to care about these things, right? Right! So, comfy pants and baggy coats are the best choice(always). 

You kissed your gramma goodnight and packed your things before stepping outside the house. Thankfully, the cold didn’t painfully hit you, and you have prepared yourself for a winter night in the open air. Blankets, bottles with soup, a puzzle: you have got all your need for having a great time with your new friends. 

They arrived at 11 o’clock, and asked you to sit in the backseat. Darren was driving, and Stacy was by his side, humming something under her breath. You were smiling: watching the couple talk nonchalantly until you gathered the courage to show your puzzle.

“Hey, I know we’re supposed to watch that movie but…” You took the box out of your backpack. “I brought this, in case we get bored. It’s a really funny group puzzle.”

Darren and Stacy glanced back at you, and the sight of the wooden game in your hands made the vampire laugh loudly. 

“Sticks and holes? You sure know what kind of games we like, Y/N!” He kept laughing, his eyes now focused on the road. 

You frowned, unsure of what was so funny about his speech, and then lowered your gaze, analyzing the game. It sure was a great game but it wasn’t funny like that — especially because Darren hasn’t even played it yet. Weird.

You were packing the box again when a warm hand reached your wrist. 

“I guarantee you we’re going to have our hands too full to play.” Stacy’s words made you smile brightly. “Don’t worry.”

“Like, you guys brought popcorn and snacks? I grabbed some soup from home, Gramma makes an amazing one, but soup doesn’t go very well with cinema, does it?” This time, it was Stacy’s turn to laugh. 

You pouted at their giggling and leaned back in your seat. No popcorn then. Your eyes drifted away from the couple in front of you, and you soon looked at your surroundings. There were trees, grass, and darkness, but no other cars nor a screen for display. 

There were just the woods, isolated and dark woods. 

“We arrived.” Darren said suddenly, stopping the car. You jumped off the backseat immediately, being driven by your own curiosity. After almost a minute analyzing the horizon, you did find the screen of the drive-in — but it was too distant and no movie was being shown.

“Shit, are we late?” You stepped forward, heading to the area of the open-air theater. “I don't think there is anyone else there.” You felt a grip in your shoulder. It wasn’t warm and soft, like the usual, like Stacy’s, it was strong, tight, cold — hurtful. 

Darren grabbed your shoulders and moved you around effortlessly, pressing you against the back of the truck without any resistance from you.

“Y-you good?” You stuttered, the soup bottle opened on the impact and was now burning your back. “Let’s see the movie, shall we?”

“That is not really our plan, Y/N.” Stacy stepped closer, standing next to Darren. There was a smile on her lips, with fangs, just like Darren’s, and wicked, just like his. You felt her hands cupping your face, the touch suddenly did not feel warm. It felt sickening. 

You tried to dodge her soft grip, but the hands on your shoulder held you still. “I don’t like this.” You whispered. “Let me go.” Her hands went under your clothes, ignoring your pleas blatantly — you shivered under her caressing, your stomach churning as you tried hard not to cry. You rushed forward suddenly — forcing Stacy to step back, but it was not enough to free you from Darren. 

The vampire held your more firmly and slammed you back into the truck. Your bottle broke on your back, soaking your backpack and making you grunt in pain.

You closed your eyes hard. Your head fell back as fear overwhelmed you.

The touches would spread until the boiling liquid became the thing that hurt you the least. You didn't know how, but your instincts knew you were in danger.

The tears began to fall as your breathing increased: you opened your lips in an effort to breathe easier, panting into the vampire's face so close to you;

The last thing you felt was the metallic taste of blood in your mouth — and then the touches stopped.

Everything stopped — and it was all dark and silent.

Somehow, you felt peace.

X

“Y/N.” A cold voice tickled your ears. “It’s time to wake up.”

“Hmm…” It was hard to open your eyes — they were heavy. Everything was way too heavy. “Five more minutes.”

“No.” A pair of hands sat you up. “You must wake up.”

You grumbled and rubbered your eyes until you felt ready to open them. The clarity hit you like stabs — small needles pierced your forehead as you looked at the figure in front of you carefully. It was Wednesday, her blank face as usual was now frowned because of a small knot between her eyebrows. 

“How do you feel?” She asked after letting you go. The first thing you noticed was the dark walls behind her.

“Wow, that’s so cool!” You jumped up suddenly, running to one of the walls. The room was dark, dusty, and spooky. “Is this place haunted?” You touched the wall, feeling its coldness. 

“Yes.” Wednesday’s voice came from behind you, but you didn’t look back.

“Nice!” You giggled, contemplating the ghostly scenery of the room. The cracked, yellowed windows; the creaking, wooden floor; the dark, spider-filled ceiling; the small bed in the corner, clearly stiff and uncomfortable; a wide desk full of skeletons and random blocks of wood. It was a bedroom in a big old house — one that you didn't really know. You felt a shiver running up your spine again. “Uh…Wednesday.” You turned to her: she was already watching you. “Where are we?”

“I brought you home, Y/N.”

You frowned.

“What do you mean?” “I mean you belong here.” She stepped closer, the frown leaving her features and giving space for an intense gaze. Her cold, freezing eyes, now targeted you with warmth and….something. Something you could not really describe, but that made more shivers run over your body. You were trembling by the time she stood in front of you, only a few inches from you. “You’re safe now.”

“Safe from what?” You shot back immediately, your voice cracking. “How did I get here? Where are Darren and Stacy?”

“None of this matters.”

“Wednesday, what were they—” You swallowed hard. You could feel Stacy’s touch and Darren’s grip all over you again. “What do you think they were trying to do?” “It does not matter.” Wednesday repeated, her voice even more loud and stiff. “I will not let anything happen to you.”

“But what—How? I was just meeting my friends.”

“They are not your friends. And you don’t need anyone else.”

“What?”

“I will make sure you’re preserved.” She explained. “I and my family will.”

“Preserve me from what, Wed? You are not making any sense.” You sighed, frustrated, walking away from her. You headed to the door while Wednesday followed your steps silently.

“Yo protegeré tu puridad.” She whispered. “I will take care of you.”

You tried to open the door. It was locked. 

“Wednesday, this is not funny.” You turned back to her, who was right behind you. “Let me go. I need to stay with my gramma and go to school and—”

“I've taken care of all that.” Wednesday touched your face: her cold hand caressed your cheek as her gaze changed completely. The heat and intensity was replaced by a deep gentleness. Her eyes fell to your lips as you gasped quietly, the fear now chattering your teeth. “My protégé.” You froze. You wanted to run but her voice paralyzed you. “I will do anything for you.”

Anything. 

Whether it is killing a couple of vampires or sending your grandmother to an asylum — whether it is lying to everyone at school and sending goodbye letters to your family.

Wednesday Addams will do anything to protect you — she will do anything, only for you.

And she will never let you go.

[Extra and odd scene]

“Pugsley wants to go in the maze with you.” Wednesday told you deadpanly.

“Maze? Where?” You sat up in your bed immediately.

“We have a hedge maze in the garden.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I am not.”

The bright smile you showed made Wednesday look away.

Pugsley then appeared at the doorway, waving shyly at you. 

You jumped up and sprinted over to him.

“Hell yes!” You cheered, hugging Wednesday’s younger brother. “Let’s go!"

It was your chance to escape.

[poisonlove]

la maledizione degli Addams²

Pairing: wednesday Addams X reader

Wednesday had been avoiding you, deliberately ignoring the itch she felt every time you were near, focusing solely on her investigation. Though it pained her to avoid the deep connection with her soulmate, her determination to solve the mysteries surrounding her took precedence over any emotion. Her investigations had paid off: she had discovered a secret library that led her to the book with the missing page about Rowan (luckily after the Poe Cup), and she had followed her leads into the woods during Outreach Day, finding the lair of the monster and planning to visit it with Eugene.

But unfortunately Enid had dragged her to the Raven.

Wednesday had chosen to use Tyler as a scapegoat. The normal boy, attracted to her, represented a useful resource for her goals. She knew she could exploit his interest to focus on her investigations while distancing herself from Galpin.

But when she saw Eugene with his backpack ready for their excursion, a pressure tightened in her chest. The disappointment on Eugene’s face was palpable, an expression that struck Wednesday in an unexpected way.

"Don’t go into the woods," she told him, her black eyes fixed on him with an intensity that sent chills down his spine.

"We'll go after the party. Stay close" she added.

At the entrance to the ballroom, the itch she had felt grew more intense. Without thinking her eyes began to search for you among the crowd. There you were. A burning fire ignited inside her and in an involuntary gesture she clenched her jaw, producing a crack that revealed her growing frustration. The sight of Yoko, your dance partner, only fueled her irritation.

Damn curse.

The Addams curse that she had always considered both a blessing and a burden now amplified her feelings, making each moment even more painful.

The image of Y/N laughing and enjoying herself with Yoko struck her like a blow to the heart. A pang of pain spread through her chest as if her soul was being torn apart. Every smile from Y/N, every glance exchanged with Yoko felt like a mortal wound.

Wednesday found herself caught in a tearing conflict: on one side was her untamed nature pushing her to keep her distance; on the other an overwhelming desire to get closer, to reconnect with you even if it meant facing vulnerability.

Her gaze involuntarily shifted to Yoko.

The vampire with her charming smile and relaxed demeanor only amplified Wednesday's frustration.

"Damn it," she thought as her hands tightened around Tyler's arm. She wanted to run away but she knew she couldn’t. Her soulmate was there and despite everything, the urge to move closer was undeniable.

Yoko chuckled softly as she noticed how sparks were crackling around your body. You could control lightning. Likely due to the intensity of Wednesday’s gaze, Y/N turned away from Yoko and directed her eyes in Wednesday's direction. By some twist of fate, you were the only two girls in the entire school wearing black dresses at a party where white was the required attire.

Enid's figure suddenly appeared at the entrance, blocking Wednesday’s view of you.

Damn.

"Wednesday! Oh my God, you look amazing!" the blonde exclaimed, bubbling with excitement. Enid was wearing a beautiful white dress with a touch of purple makeup on her face.

Strange.

Wednesday’s gaze shifted to the girl’s date.

"Strange choice for your date," she murmured in a flat voice. Her eyes shot a cold glare at the mayor's son, the leader of the trio that had tried to attack her twice.

The boy shuddered.

"Oh... he came to make his ex jealous, and I wanted to make Ajax jealous," Enid said with a shrug.

Her eyes darted to Tyler.

"Tyler! Are you Wednesday's date?" she asked in surprise, her blue eyes studying her roommate with intensity. "Yeah," the normal boy scratched his head, clearly embarrassed.

"I’m going to get a drink," the curly-haired boy added, leaving her alone with Enid.

"You know, I thought you’d come with Y/N," the blonde said casually, "You two... I don’t know... have great chemistry," she added with a small smile.

A shiver ran down Wednesday’s spine at the mention of your name.

"It seems to me she's having fun with Yoko," Addams murmured with venom, her eyes scanning toward your figure.

Despite the discomfort that enveloped her Wednesday launched into the dance. Her movements were distinct, rigid yet fluid, her hands tracing sinuous precise gestures, her steps seemingly defying the rhythm of the music itself. But during one of those turns her hand accidentally brushed against another’s.

As soon as the fingers touched a jolt of energy shot through her body like thousands of electric shocks sliding across her skin, like invisible spiders crawling in her stomach leaving her paralyzed for a moment. Her breath caught in her throat and her head tilted back in an almost unnatural movement, her eyes wide open toward the ceiling.

A vision struck her with the force of lightning.

The world shattered around her, the party lights vanishing and transforming into blinding flashes. Screams and distant voices echoed in her ears overlapping in an indistinguishable chaos. Among the flashes she glimpsed Crackstone, his menacing figure looming like an impending shadow. Then, like a distorted image, a wedding: black dahlias, a black dress, hands united in an eternal bond all enveloped in a disturbing aura.

Wednesday's body was as rigid as a tightly drawn string, her hands stiff by her sides, every muscle tensed under her pale skin. Her face was twisted in an expression of pure terror as her breath came out in ragged gasps.

And then, everything faded.

The vision dissolved leaving her shaken and trembling, her head still thrown back. Slowly, she tilted forward again as her eyes refocused on the ballroom now again wrapped in the dim lights and chaotic movements of their schoolmates. But the sensation of disorientation persisted, like an echo of the vision that still throbbed in her temples.

She felt something warm on her shoulders and realized it was your hands, steady and sure, supporting her. You had moved closer during her moment of weakness, your Y/C eyes fixed on her with a mixture of concern and alarm. Your expression was tense, your breath quick.

The curse.

Her body seemed unresponsive for a moment, her legs still unsteady. She felt a strange, dark current flowing between the two of you, as if physical contact had been the catalyst for a force that had awakened within her.

"Are you okay? It looked like a vision," you asked, your voice filled with genuine concern. Your tone was low, meant only for her, as you tried to understand what had happened.

Wednesday took a deep breath trying to regain control over the turmoil inside her, but she clearly felt the effects of the curse coursing through her veins. An invisible tension tightened her chest, pulling her forward, almost as if she were compelled to move closer to you. She took a step forward closing the distance between you and her gaze locked determinedly onto yours.

"Yes... I was dancing with Tyler... then I had a vision," Wednesday said in a flat tone, her dark eyes tracing every detail of your face trying to grasp something she couldn’t quite understand.

"Tyler left," you responded, your voice breaking slightly as if admitting that truth cost you more than you wanted to show. Then you clenched your jaw, your expression hardening and in that moment Wednesday swore she saw a flash behind your irises, a reflection that seemed to conceal a storm.

A question crossed her mind like lightning: were you jealous?

Without thinking Wednesday’s hands moved sliding from your shoulders to encircle your neck. The skin beneath her fingers was warm and she felt a shiver that shook her from within like a fire igniting in her chest and consuming her from the inside. She felt... overwhelmed, as if the tide of sensations enveloping her was pulling her underwater leaving her breathless. Her heart pounded in a way she had never experienced before, a frantic and unfamiliar rhythm that muddled her thoughts.

The itch that had overwhelmed her before was gone.

Instead a heat consumed her and pushed her closer to you, as if the simple touch of her hands on your skin was the only thing keeping her upright.

Maybe it's because we touched? she thought for a moment, her mind tangled between logic and instinct searching for an explanation.

"Wednesday, I..." you began, your voice hesitant, almost fearful, as if you were afraid of the reaction you might provoke.

At the mention of her name on your lips Wednesday barely stifled a moan, a low sound escaping from her throat and echoing deeply in her chest. It was as if the sound of her name spoken by you held a different weight, an intensity that made her bones vibrate and burned inside her. Every fiber of her being sensed that this was different, that there was something strange and unstoppable between the two of you, a force she couldn’t fully understand but could not ignore.

"Cara mia" Wednesday whispered, her words almost too intimate, laced with a subtle darkness that sent a shiver through you. Her hands around your neck tightened pulling you closer with a determined hungry strength.

Your cheeks flushed red, a blush that Wednesday watched with hungry eyes.

For a moment the world around you seems to disappear, dissolving into the silence that exists only between the heavy breaths that bind you together. Her mind is overtaken by a primal desire and all she wants is to taste your lips, to feel the warmth of your mouth on hers. She realizes that she wants to consume you whole as if that were the only way to quell the fire burning inside her, as if that were the only way to make you hers.

For the first time she understands what drove her parents toward each other with such intensity. Why Gomez could never stay away from Morticia, why every gesture between them seemed to almost defy the rules of propriety with their passion. But that thought blends with something else, a deep disgust for herself, for how quickly she has yielded to this impulse abandoning her rigidity and her ideals just because of a single touch from you.

Just as this internal struggle rages, a cold drop hits your cheek followed by another that slides down your nose tracing a scarlet path. The sensation of something wet and viscous on your face breaks the moment and when you look up, a red rain begins to fall, like blood pouring from the ceiling, staining your faces and clothes.

Chaos erupts around you.

The other students begin to scream, pushing against each other in a desperate attempt to escape the ballroom. Bodies collide and stumble in a frantic rush, slipping on the floor now covered in blood. The lights flicker on and off in a pulsing rhythm amplifying the panic.

But you remain still, trapped under Wednesday's gaze, her lips curling into a wicked smile. The urge to run her tongue along your cheek to taste you mixed with the blood overwhelms her.

Suddenly a body crashes into her, shoving her violently to the side. Wednesday whirls around, muscles tense, fists clenched ready to retaliate against the intruder. But right in that moment her gaze goes lank and another vision seizes her, ragging her into a spiral of confused and painful images.

She sees red boots stepping on the ground, staining themselves with the dark red that flows like a river. And then a familiar face distorted by the pain caused by the beast's attack:

Eugene.

[lord-of-the-muses]

Leave Her Alone, Ajax!

Pairings: Enid Sinclair x Female Reader x Wednesday Addams

NSFW - 18+

Wednesday Addams was a quiet, reserved student at the Nevermore Academy. She was known for her intelligence and her unrivaled skills in dark magic, but what most people didn't know was that she was also deeply in love with two people, Enid Sinclair and Y/N. Enid was a lively and outgoing person who was always eager to explore the world and meet new people, while Y/N was a shy and introspective person who was passionate about the art of magic.

Despite their differences, the three of them had formed a tight-knit bond and were always there for each other. However, their relationship was about to be tested when Wednesday's ex-boyfriend, Ajax, began to make advances on Y/N. This made Enid incredibly jealous, as she had a history with Ajax and knew all too well how dangerous he could be.

Wednesday was determined to protect both of her lovers, and so she did what she did best. She wrote a death note and sent it to both Ajax and Xavier, warning them that if they didn't tell Ajax to leave Y/N alone, there would be dire consequences. The two of them were intimidated by Wednesday's reputation as a powerful dark magician, and they quickly retreated.

In the meantime, Wednesday and her lovers were busy taking classes in the dark arts with their classmates, Bianca and Yoko. Bianca was a siren who used her powers of seduction to manipulate those around her, while Yoko was a vampire who was always seen wearing black sunglasses and was known for her quick wit and sarcastic sense of humor.

Despite their vastly different personalities, Wednesday and her lovers found themselves drawn to the two of them and they soon became close friends. In their classes, they learned about the history of magic, the art of incantations, and the secrets of the dark arts.

However, their studies were interrupted when they received a warning that the Academy was under attack. Wednesday, Enid, and Y/N quickly sprang into action, using their skills in dark magic to defend the school and its students. They worked together to defeat the invading forces, using their powers to create illusions, cast spells, and summon creatures from the underworld.

In the end, they were successful in their mission and the Academy was saved. Wednesday, Enid, and Y/N were hailed as heroes, and their bond was stronger than ever. As they celebrated their victory, Wednesday smiled to herself, knowing that no matter what challenges they faced, she had her two lovers by her side and nothing could ever come between them.

Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, and Y/N sat together on a bench in the gardens of the Nevermore Academy. They were discussing their day and enjoying each other's company when Enid suddenly turned to Wednesday and Y/N and said, "You two know that I love you both, right?"

Wednesday and Y/N smiled at her and simultaneously replied, "Of course we do, Enid."

Enid grinned and leaned in, placing a soft kiss on both of their cheeks. "I just want you both to know how much you mean to me. I can't imagine my life without either of you."

Y/N smiled and took Enid's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I feel the same way, Enid. You two are my world, my everything."

Wednesday gazed into Enid's eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips. "And I love you both with all my heart. I never thought that I would find love with two people, but here we are. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Enid leaned into both Y/N and Wednesday, kissing them both softly on the lips. Y/N wrapped her arms around both of them, holding them close as they shared a sweet and tender kiss.

As they pulled away, Wednesday looked into Enid's eyes and said, "I love you so much, Enid. You are the light in my life, the one who makes everything bright and beautiful."

Enid blushed and smiled, "And I love you, Wednesday. You are the strength that I lean on, the one who always makes me feel safe and protected." She mumbled these words to Wednesdays mouth while she kissed Wednesday, while holding Y/N's hand.

Y/N looked at both of them, her eyes shining with love and affection. "And I love you both, more than anything in this world. You two complete me in ways I never thought possible."

The three of them wrapped their arms around each other, holding each other close as they shared a sappy and romantic moment. They knew that their love was strong, and that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always stand by each other and face them together.

And as they sat there, gazing into each other's eyes, they knew that they were truly blessed to have found such an amazing love, one that was strong, and true, and unbreakable.

From that day forward, Wednesday, Enid, and Y/N continued to hone their skills in the dark arts and explore the world together. They faced many obstacles along the way, but they always stood by each other, no matter what. And as they ventured into the unknown, they knew that they would always have each other to turn to, and that no matter what the future held, they would always be together.

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Could do a part 2 of Wednesday Addams x blind! Sinclair reader

I want this story to follow into the series

I read what you said about making this into a series and I love the idea *I especially love the idea of Wednesday taking r to the raven dance and taking r on a date. maybe Tyler is trying to get Wednesday but r keeps getting the way and he takes r to Lauren gates and make her disappear and she sneakily leaves something of hers behind to give wednesday, yoko, and enid a clue that she in danger*

Lauren gates has her and force Wednesday to open crackstone tomb *she litterally would do it with no hesitantion because she doesn’t want risk r safety**

A/N: Definitely will make this into a series so this will be the last sneak peek you guys get before I start it (wanna finish the Killer in NYC series first😭) for now I hope you enjoy

3rd Person POV

You stood next to your sister as you went to wish her luck quickly being interrupted by her squealing as she ran up to her gloomy roommate.

"OH EM GEE! You look purrfect, now where are your whiskers?" Wednesdays dead eyed stare snapped to the werewolf.

"Ask again and you'll be down to 8 lives." The girl nodded still happy that she'd gotten the Wednesday Addams into the costume.

She watched as her eyes went to her sister who stood patiently wishing good luck to their fellow teammates.

Enid stepped back quietly letting the goth make her way to you, sensing the two of you may want some privacy.

She didn't know Wednesday well enough yet, her motives usually being whatever was in her best interest.

She didn't want you to unintentionally end up hurt and while she was still intimidated by the raven she refused to stand by and let her bring you any harm.

"Bellisima.” Your head turned up a small smile accompanied by your now usual blush. If not for the overwhelming amount of people surrounding you Wednesday would've smiled at the sight. It seemed you only blushed whenever she was in proximity. A foreign feeling grew in her stomach at the thought of her being the reason behind your involuntary reaction.

"Hi Wednesday I really can't thank you enough for helping Enid." The girl brushed it off something else bothering her entirely.

"You should find a seat soon." Her hand almost shooting forward protectively to guide you. She didn't like you being so close to the water, unsure if you knew how to swim.

"I will Yoko's just talking to Davina before the race." You paused biting your lip. "I got you something."

The goths eyebrows furrowed as she looked to see you holding out a small black bracelet. Upon closer inspection she found a charm dangling from it, carved in the shape of a wolf.

"It's my lucky bracelet." You spoke softly cheeks still burning. "I thought it might help but if you don't like it-"

Wednesday quickly placed it around her wrist as she cleared her throat.

"I will not need it but if it provides you comfort I will wear it during the race." Your lips spread into a small smile as Yoko interrupted.

"Time to go." The young vampire guided you to the stands as Enid made her way to their boat.

Trying to distract herself she went to wave at Ajax making Wednesday hiss.

"Focus."

She knew better than to say anything else as Wednesday sat in their boat.

Bianca looked over at their boat as anticipation of what was to come rose.

"Oh look the runt of the litter."

Wednesday gave the siren a dead stare.

"For the record I don't think I'm better than everyone. Just you."

The races were off as Wednesday guided the Black Cats through the water.

You sat at the edge of your seat as Yoko gave you a play by play of everything happening.

Cheering slightly when she'd announced her sisters team was neck and neck with Bianca's.

The crowd grew louder as the race was coming to an end but you didn't need to hear Yoko as Principal Weems announced the last teams standing. Yoko's hand grips your forearm as you hear her gasp, you hiss slightly at how tight she held you.

Her hand drops as she mutters an apology, relief flooding through her once she sees her girlfriend appear above the water. Then bouncing in excitement as Enid crosses the finish line with Wednesday.

"They did it!" She gives you a slight shove as you howl for your sister. More furs following your lead.

Enid shakes Wednesdays shoulders as her body literally vibrates from their victory.

"Admit it you totally got into the whole school spirit thing."

Wednesday looks over to a seething Bianca lips almost turning up in a small smirk.

"Well you didn't mention it was a dark vengeful spirit."

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"It brings me great joy to see the Poe Cup trophy back in my old dormitory. Congratulations Ophelia Hall!"

You sat under the Edgar Allan Poe statue waiting for the ceremony to finish. You sensed another presence come up to you and heard a throat clear.

Wednesday alerting you of her presence before she went towards you.

"Mi amor, why are you sitting here alone?" As always your cheeks heat up at the sound of the girls voice.

"Enid wanted me to wait here so we could take pictures with the trophy for her blog. Shouldn't you be celebrating?" Wednesday sighed in irritation.

"Everyone keeps smiling at me. It's disturbing," she pauses. "And not in a good way."

You giggle slightly making Wednesdays dead heart almost beat.

"It's just some admiration and probably slight envy. It's not everyday the Bianca Barclay gets beaten."

Wednesday sat down next to you looking up and finding the same symbol from the picture Rowan had left for her before he died.

"Since I helped your sister win I suppose you'd like your bracelet back?" You shook your head.

"Consider it a gift, not only for helping her team but for winning." The pig tailed girl grew silent not used to being given gifts from people outside of her family. Especially gifts that weren't weapons.

"Y/n! Come on I got Yoko to be our photographer!" She began to drag you away from Wednesday, feeling her stare you waved shyly preparing for the thousands of pictures you were about to be part of.

Enid glanced at Wednesday eyes widening as she saw your bracelet sitting on her roommates wrist.

The same bracelet you stayed up for a week making to prove to your parents you could do things without their help.

She remembered the countless fights you'd had with her whenever you'd lost the piece of jewelry and thought she had stolen it. Seeing it on Wednesdays wrist not only surprised her but it also raised some concern.

She would need to talk with Yoko and soon.

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You sat on your balcony practicing your violin when your sister ran into your room.

"Hey pup!" You couldn't see her forced smile and wide eyes looking around for Yoko but you did sense the slight impatience in her tone.

"Hey Yoko's out if you're looking for her." The older sibling held back a sigh, slightly feeling bad for not being very subtle. You listened as her footsteps came closer to you, her hand resting gently on her shoulder.

"What if I wanted to talk to you?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you noticed her tone change to almost sympathetic. You put down your instrument and bow as you turned in her direction.

"What's wrong?" You tilted your head in wonder. Biting her lip Enid took a moment to consider how to approach this, you'd never had a love life thanks to your parents and if she were being honest herself as well.

It wasn't that she didn't trust your judgement she just wanted to protect you and keep you from possibly feeling any heartbreak.

"Is there something going on-"

"Fucking Addams!" Yoko groaned walking in.

"Oh hey Enid."

The fur looked to Yoko confused.

"What did Wednesday do?" The fang shook her head.

"Just causing trouble as always." She quickly dismissed. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh just wanted to see how Y/n was doing."

Enid spoke but made sure her facial expressions let Yoko know she had meant the opposite. The dark haired girl caught on nodding.

"By the way can you help me pick something out for Davina? Our anniversary's coming up."

"Sure!" The two quickly walked out as you went back to practicing.

Odd.

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"Y/N." You felt your lips tug up into their usual smile around the usual gloomy girl. However, your smile slightly fell as you realized she'd call you by your name for once.

The pig tailed girl glanced over to her roommate noticing the way she was closely watching,

"Hi Wednesday."

"Principal Weems has requested that we play for the unveiling of the Joseph Crackstone statue." You frowned.

"I'm sorry I didn't bring-"

"It seems principal Weems has already taken care of it." You nod.

"Ok, is that all you wanted to tell me?"

"Yes."

You listened as her heavy boots left, Yoko coming up behind you after eavesdropping.

"Wow she really sucks at flirting."

You shrug as you tried to swallow down your disappointment. It wasn't the first time someone had suddenly changed their feelings towards you. And you were sure it wouldn't be the last. You sucked in a deep breath before putting on a smile for your best friend.

"So where are we heading on this oh so joyous occasion?" Yoko stared for a moment seeing the slight droop in your shoulders and the way your smile felt too forced. She glanced over to the Addams girl jaw clenched.

"Pilgrim World." Bianca sang as she had made her way to the two of you, linking her arm with yours. Yoko glanced to see Wednesdays dead eyes glare at the siren. She held back a small smirk almost wanting to laugh. She caught the gaze of Enid who'd also seemed close to glaring at Wednesday until Bianca had stepped in.

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You sat in your chair posture straight as you positioned your violin under your chin patiently waiting for Principal Weems speech to end the only indication that someone was with you was the smell of petrichor and a hint of vanilla.

Is that gasoline?

You began to play once you heard the cello begin it's piece. The music eliciting a smile from Principal Weems until a small explosion created panic.

Is this part of the ceremony?

You had heard the screams but Wednesdays playing of Fleetwood Mac had transitioned to Winter and you felt compelled to follow her lead. It wasn't until Enid had grabbed your arm that you had stopped.

"Come on!" She'd dragged you towards safety but Wednesdays playing never faltered.

Principal Weems glared at the teenager who's lips turned up in a smirk.

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Enid growled in frustration as she tried to decide on which outfit to wear. Wednesday sighed in agitation as the girl would constantly ask which outfit was best.

"You're ambushing me Enid."

"I can't believe some psycho just blew up the statue, I didn't even get to do my dance." Wednesday glanced at Thing.

"You should leave or you'll be late."

The werewolf grabbed her coat. "Wish me luck"

"If he breaks your heart I'll nail-gun his."

Once she had left Wednesday returned to her novel only to be interrupted. Thing tapped the desk twice before pointing out the window. The soft sounds of violin playing in the distance. She had stepped outside listening as it seemed today you were in a more somber mood.

Tchaikovsky.

The goth played with the charm around her wrist as she looked into the night sky.

She'd had visions.

The first was of her ancestor Goody warning her the life of a raven was one of solitude.

The second was you .....covered in blood and howling in agony.

Both making it abundantly clear of one thing.

You were a distraction she couldn't afford to pay attention to.

Your playing had come to an end as you heaved out another disappointed sigh. You had hoped that your playing would prompt Wednesday to join you since you never got to finish earlier.

Yoko noticed your mood and tried to cheer you up.

"Wanna get some ice cream?" You shook your head going to lay down as you heard a yell in the distance.

Enid had scratched out the tires of the bus parked next to her. Ajax had never showed up, your violin already had her in a somber mood and the mixture of frustration towards the boy and disappointment in her roommate did not sit well with her. She knew how your mind worked. You thought that if Wednesday played it would mean she enjoyed your shared sessions. That she'd also looked forward to them and possibly want more time with you.

She watched as you had picked up your things fully intending to console you after her date.

She felt tears well up in her eyes as she stormed up to your dorm.

Further in the woods Sheriff Galpin found a mangled body and a camera full of pictures of the very creature that's been wreaking havoc in Jericho. His eyes flash in slight recognition as he fights a grimace looking dow to see he accidentally stepped into a pool of blood.

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