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Succubus Blues

summary: When the new succubus at the school starts sleeping around with the Nightshades one by one, Xavier gets impatient for his turn. Except it seems like his turn may never come.

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x succubus!reader

minor pairings: Ajax x reader, Davina x reader, Rowan x reader (obligatory au where he’s alive) Wednesday x Enid

mentions of: Yoko x Reader, Bianca x Reader, Wednesday x reader

warnings: smut (i’m marking the beginning and end so you can skip ~) reader has a demon form, she’s insecure about it, small mentions of death, reader gets around

tags: bisexual reader, jealousy, insecurity, angst with happy ending, hurt comfort, fluff, soulmates, forced proximity, love confession, monster loving, smut (this includes: femdom, marking, begging, praise, hair pulling, finger sucking, oral fem receiving, PIV, pounding, enthusiastic consent)

this was very long so let me know if I missed any

word count: 6.9k (i swear this wasn’t intentional) yes, the title is a book reference

Xavier knew that falling for a succubus was a bad idea.

There were a lot of supernatural creatures in the outcast world that didn’t make for very good partners for various reasons; shadow creatures with no actual body, vampires and any kind of creatures that feed on blood, out of control lycanthropes, golems known for spreading diseases. The list could go on forever. But one of the worst creatures you could catch feelings for was the succubus. They were actual demons who fed on human souls, using their own lust against them. Some of them could feed on dreams and some needed physical contact.

So when this girl walked into the Nightshades library and Xavier’s heart skipped a beat he knew he was fucked.

Or at least he wished he would be. [Y/F/N] was the most charming, magnetic, electric, and attractive person he knew. She exhaled self-confidence and fierceness, was a smooth talker, and had the body of a goddess. You couldn’t blame a guy for hoping.

It was perfectly normal to be attracted to a succubus; everything about them from their smile to their scent was made to lure you in. But the more Xavier got to know her, the deeper his feelings for the girl got until he couldn’t blame her nature anymore. It wasn’t just the way his body reacted to her touch. No. It was the way he couldn’t suppress his smile when she walked in the room, the way she made his day better with just a few kind words, the way she laughed at his jokes under her breath like she was trying to hold it in.

This is why it sucked that she did not return his feelings. And why it hurt so much seeing her with other people. And she got around. Succubi need to feed and [Y/N] was insatiable.

She first got her claws in Ajax. When she joined the Nightshades they threw a little party to welcome her in, make her feel part of the group. It was Yoko’s idea. Not even two whole glasses of mimosa in she was flirting with the gorgon boy, batting her eyelashes at him, not-so-subtly touching his forearm.

Xavier was furious. He hated that he had to watch the whole thing unfold from a distance as he was having a conversation with Bianca about Thornhill’s class. He wished he could hear what they were laughing about. He knew she was faking it for him. The little lines that formed at the corners of her eyes every time he made a joke were missing. She wasn’t laughing with her whole body like she was with him, just a dainty little giggle. A strategy to stroke Ajax’s ego.

After not even half an hour they excused themselves from the party and got lost in the school’s hallway.

Then there was Davina. Xavier had the displeasure of witnessing that one up close and personal. As he and [Y/N] were having lunch the siren joined them and the vibes changed so suddenly that it gave Xavier whiplash. Her posture shifted, her back arched, her lips pursed into a sensual smile. It reminded the boy of a cat ready to pounce. Even her voice didn’t sound like her own; it was lower, more seductive. The girl acted like he wasn’t even there.

They must have snuck away into a janitorial closet or something because, by the next period, the succubus was glowing with magical energy and vitality.

By the time he caught her with Yoko, he figured out she was picking the Nightshades one by one, which gave him hope. Maybe at some point she’d get around to him. It was pitiful, the way he was holding his breath for a crumb of affection from this girl. He wanted her all to himself, truly, but he’d settle for anything she gave him. If that meant sharing her with a whole secret society he could be content with that.

He wasn’t next on her list, it was Rowan. Unfortunately, he had to walk in on them in his own dorm room. When the door creaked open, the two’s heads whipped around at the same time to see who came in. Rowan’s hair was a mess, his lips were red and swollen as if they’d been making out for a while already and on his lap [Y/N] was sitting trying to cover her bare chest with a t-shirt she picked off the ground.

“Lock the door next time,” he addressed Rowan as if that didn’t just make the situation even more awkward.

But there probably wouldn’t be a next time. He noticed already that the succubus didn’t eat at the same table twice. Either she was trying everyone to see who she liked or she just didn’t like to settle down. In his fantasies, Xavier was so good that she never went to another partner ever again.

He was all she ever needed, she just didn’t know it yet.

He also noticed that she had a pattern of feeding, around the start of every month. So, only a few days away from the beginning of the next month, when they were both dancing at the Rave’N, Xavier started to get his hopes up.

She looked gorgeous in her dancing attire, it took everything in him to not compliment her every second. He only asked her as a friend because he didn’t want to push her out of her comfort zone. For as much as he wanted to pull her to the side and confess his feelings and make love to her all night long, she seemed to be a fan of casual stuff.

“Xav, I’ve been meaning to ask you this question. Let me know if this makes you uncomfortable,” the girl started.

This was it. The moment he’s been waiting for. She was going to take him.

“Go ahead,” he encouraged her, trying to suppress a smile.

“This might be kinda awkward so if I’m asking for too much, just say the words and I’ll pretend this conversation never happened. I don’t want our friendship to suffer.” She stopped and took a deep breath. “There goes nothing: Is it ok if I take Bianca out? I know she’s your ex and I don’t want to hurt you.”

The girl gave him a wink when she talked about taking Bianca out. Xavier knew what that meant; feed on her. She was asking for permission to fuck his ex. Not him. Bianca.

“I mean, do you even know if she’s into girls?”

It occurred to him that the succubus was still talking, but he couldn’t listen to any word coming out of her oh-so-kissable lips. She didn’t seem to notice the war that going on inside Xavier’s mind.

“I initially meant to skip her just to be safe, but she looks so good in that dress and I’m starving,” a low growl escaped the girl’s mouth at the end of the sentence and Xavier could swear her eyes turned red for just a flicker of a second.

Must be a trick of the lights.

They couldn’t finish their conversation as red paint started to fall from the ceiling on both of them splattering their white clothes, their faces, and their hair. Xavier spent a lot of time making his hair look good. Not that it mattered anymore since the girl he did all of that for was busy checking out his ex-girlfriend instead.

Out of chivalry he took off his jacket and put it over [Y/N] head in order to protect her from the paint raining on them as they run towards the exit and almost slipped and fell in the red liquid. Xavier’s hand instinctively wrapped around the girl’s midriff and helped steady her. She pushed his hands away as if they burned her.

That hurt him in ways he couldn’t articulate in words.

“Sorry,” he murmured, embarrassed.

“You didn’t answer my question,” the girl tried to change the conversation and get rid of the awkward air permeating the conversation.

“I don’t mind.”

A lie.

“What the hell, you can even use my shed if you need privacy. Just lock the door or put a sock on it or something. I don’t need another Rowan situation.”

The girl looked down in embarrassment. Xavier didn’t know succubi even got embarrassed about this sort of stuff. From his research (yes, he’s been doing research) they were very open about their adventures and even almost exhibitionistic. He thought the only reason [Y/N] was particularly secretive was because according to Nevermore’s rules, she couldn’t feed on school grounds so she had to keep it on the down low. That was probably the reason she targeted the Nightshades, they were good at keeping secrets.

But she had no reason to hide from him. He knew what she was up to, half the school knew. On more than one occasion he had to intimidate people or threaten them when they commented nasty things about her behind her back. Only to get accused of sleeping with her himself – he wished.

“You’d seriously do that for me?” the girl asks with a hopeful smile. “Thank you!”

It looked like she was going in for a hug but then changed her mind. She’d been awfully distant that night.

Another two months pass by and by Xavier’s math, he was the only Nightshade left. He was a bit upset that she kept him dead last, almost like she had no other choice. But beggars can’t be choosers; and by god was he ready to beg for this girl.

Besides, maybe she just likes to keep the best for last. He still had hope. Which was swiftly crushed after he saw Wednesday in Thornhill’s class with a very specific mark on her neck.

He has seen this mark numerous times on [Y/N]'s ex-partners right after they spent the night together. It was dark red and it looked like a bunch of triangles all connected in a circle, almost like a stylized sun. It usually went away after a couple days and the kids always tried to hide it in the meantime. Xavier told himself that when his turn came, he’d wear the symbol proudly – show it off even. He wanted everyone to know that she chose him, she was with him.

But that day never came and now, more than ever, Xavier was worried that it might never come.

Wednesday wasn’t even a Nightshade, she was offered a position in the secret society but she declined. Why was [Y/N] sleeping with her?

He even tried to ask the raven haired girl about it, but she snapped at him.

“What I do in my spare time is my business,” she said coldly.

He couldn’t even count Wednesday as an exception because after her he heard rumors of other non-Nightshades being with the girl of his dreams.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Xavier couldn’t take it anymore. He had to face the painful truth which was that he will never be with her the way he wants. The reality of it all stung like a hundred sharp icicles through his heart. Cold and merciless like the woman he fell for.

His fantasies of her were always a bit unrealistic. That she’ll fall in love with him after just one night, that he’d be so good she’d never need anyone else but him, that she was avoiding him because he was special somehow for her. It was all lies he told himself to cope. But the reality was even worse than his worst nightmares. He wasn’t at the bottom of her list; he actually wasn’t even an option.

He tried to blink away the hot tears threatening to spill down his cheeks, but the battle was already lost. Good thing he managed to get in his dorm room and Rowan was away – probably with [Y/N]. Maybe she was starting again from the bottom only to be able to avoid him again. Not like he mattered to her.

This was all his fault. He allowed himself to drown in delusions and convince himself to see things that weren’t really there. Like the way the succubus would cozy up to him in the library when they were doing homework until the late hours of the day. She’d sometimes fall asleep on his shoulder or rest against his chest and Xavier could swear the intimacy of it all meant something. Or the way she was always checking on him. Was he sleeping enough? Did he still have nightmares?

She was just being a good friend and he allowed his imagination to run wild. It was never going to happen. It was time he’d accept that.

The ringing of his phone pulled Xavier out of his miserable pity party.

“Yes?” he answered softly, trying to hide the fact that he’s been crying.

“Xavier!” the excitement in the girl’s voice made his stomach do a backflip. “Listen: I have this crazy plan and I need my partner in crime to make this work. Are you in?”

He was happy being her friend. He valued her friendship. He loved being her partner in crime. Then why did it all hurt so much still?

“What is the plan?” he asked cautiously.

“I’ve been spending more time with Wednesday and it seems she’s absolutely smitten with Enid, her roommate. You know Enid, our resident Gossip Girl.”

Xavier couldn’t really hear the succubus’ words for a while as blood rushed to his head in anger at the thought of her and Wednesday and how they’d been spending more time together. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. He had no right to be this jealous. She was never his and never will be. It was time to let her go.

“Cut to the case, [Y/N]”

“Since they’re both clearly in love with each other but too stupid to do anything about it, I thought we could step in and help. You said something about your shed a while ago and it got me thinking. Maybe we could tell them we’re throwing an 'End of the Year' party there and ask them to come, set up a nice romantic dinner and lock them there,” she let out an excited giggle. Xavier’s heart gave a flutter. “I know it’s a little unorthodox, but I think it’ll work. What do you say? Tomorrow night?”

Xavier mulled over her words a little bit. He was mad at this girl. Furious almost. His heart was broken and lying on the floor because of her. But she was still his good friend and he couldn’t disappoint her. He didn’t want to stop being her friend. And she didn’t deserve to be punished just because he was delusional.

“Sure. I’ll prepare the shed, you get the girls.”

“I knew we were on the same wavelength. We’re like our own kooky version of soulmates.”

Soulmates. Xavier let out a humorless laugh. The phone hung up before he could say another word, which was good because he was probably going to regret was he was going to say anyway.

Xavier was making the last adjustments to the tiny dinner table he manages to squeeze into his shed. He was pretty proud of himself for putting it all together so the plan better work. He’d hate to have put all this effort in for nothing. The shed has been cleaned up, and most of his art supplies had been put aside in a corner and covered under a dark blue bed sheet (he had to improvise a little). There was a small round table in the middle of the room and two mismatched chairs. Xavier liked to think it was a metaphor for the two girls he was trying to set up, as they were also an odd pair. But in reality, he just couldn’t find two matched chairs on such short notice and he wasn’t going to buy new ones just for this.

The door creaked open and Xavier jumped until he saw it was just [Y/N].

“I thought you were bringing in Wednesday.”

The plan was that Xavier texted Enid to come and the succubus brought over Wednesday. This way they could make sure the girls arrived at the same time and couldn’t catch onto their plan before it could unfold. They even got the rest of the Nightshades to corroborate their fake party story to seem more believable.

“Can’t find her anywhere.”

“I’m right here,” the monotone voice couldn’t belong to anyone else but Wednesday.

The two turned around at the same time only to see the gloomy girl closing the shed door in their face. They heard the unmistakable sound of the key being turned in the lock.

“I must admire your bravery,” Wednesday said.

They could barely hear her through the closed window she was behind.

“Or maybe foolishness. Thinking you could one-up me? You two should know better by now. The gorgon boy spilled everything after I pressed him just a little. You should be more careful when you choose who you entrust with your secrets.”

On a closer inspection, Xavier noticed Enid peeking behind Wednesday's shoulder.

“They played us. She figured it out and they turned it around us.”

He grabbed his phone and started texting all of his friends in hopes that one of them would answer and come rescue them. He didn’t know if there was much they could do considering Wednesday had the key and there was no way to get it out of her. But maybe someone from the outside could use something to break the door down.

“One night trapped in here should be enough to teach you not to meddle in my private life.”

And with that, the two girls both left hand in hand.

“Wednesday, you can’t do this! I have a date tonight and I’m famished!” [Y/N] was banging on the door furiously, trying to catch the attention of their keykeeper. “I can’t be here all night! WEDNESDAY!”

The girl grabbed the doorknob and rattled it vigorously to no avail. The door shook on its hinges but it wouldn’t open – which really meant something considering the succubus had supernatural strength. If anyone could open the door using sheer force, it should be her.

“It’s no use,” Xavier let out a defeated sigh.

He let himself fall on one of the chairs next to the table and rested his head on his palms, covering up his face in the process. His mind was going at 1000 miles per hour. He was trapped in his studio with his crush. She was starving. And furious. There was no escape for the next eight hours… maybe more? How was he going to survive this without doing or saying anything stupid? He wasn’t.

“Maybe they’re just kidding. They’re gonna leave us here for like an hour and come back,” Xavier could hear the desperation in the girl’s voice. “They wouldn’t let us here all night.”

A familiar growl left the girl’s lips. The boy would recognize that sound in a thousand- it was the sound she made when she was hungry. And he didn’t want to admit it but it did things to him.

“Will you stop abusing my door? They’re not coming back for us.” Xavier fought the impulse to throw his phone at the wall so he set it on the table instead. “They’re all in on it. Wednesday was always a step ahead of us and she got everyone involved. None of them are answering their phones. There’s no way they’re all busy at the same time. They know exactly where we are and they’re leaving us here.”

[Y/N] kicked the door and it gave Xavier the impression she wasn’t doing it to open it anymore, just to let off some steam.

“That’s what I get for trying to play cupid. What was I thinking?”

Dejected, the girl threw herself on the other available chair visibly fuming. He’s never seen her this angry and was embarrassed at how much it turned him on. He couldn’t think about stuff like that, especially not at the moment. Not when he had no way to squeeze out of there and take care of himself.

“You had good intentions. No one can hold it against you that you wanted to help your friends.”

“No, Wednesday is right. I shouldn’t meddle in her personal affairs. Did you hear that, When?” the girl raised her voice at no one in particular. “I’ve learned my lesson! I’ll never try to help you again!”

Xavier gave her a look that said ‘are you done yet?’ and she scowled at him.

“Is that steam coming out of your ears?” he teased.

She cracked a smile, in spite of everything going wrong. If you were a starving demon and had to be trapped in a shed overnight, at least being with your best friend made it better. Silver linings and all that.

But the girl’s smile was short-lived, being replaced with a grimace as a jolt of pain coursed through her body.

“Are you okay?” Xavier asked worriedly.

“Peachy,” the girl inhaled a sharp breath through gritted teeth. “Just a little peckish.”

Xavier never considered the possibility that not feeding could hurt her. He knew succubi couldn’t die and not feeding meant they lost their powers but it made sense that it could not be that easy. There had to be a bigger price to pay. Being an outcast always came with a price.

“So what hot date did you miss tonight?” he tried to help take her mind away from the pain.

“Just this normie girl, I bought her a coffee a week ago and we’ve been texting since then. Her parents are away for the night and she invited me over.”

The boy tried desperately to hide his jealousy but it was only getting worse.

“I could help,” he proposed with a shaky voice.

It took a while for the girl to say anything. When she got up from the table and lay on the mattress in the corner Xavier started worrying that he was too quiet in his request, maybe she didn't hear him.

“It’s fine, I can suck it up for the night. I’ll download fucking Tinder tomorrow and find someone quickly. Don’t worry about me.”

How could he not worry when she was basically on the floor, hugging her knees and writhing in pain?

“You’re unbelievable!” Xavier ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “You’d rather sit like this through the night than touch me. Am I that disgusting to you?”

He didn’t mean to be that loud but the rejection was burning in his chest like an angry sun and the words kept pouring out of his mouth with recklessness.

It was the first time she turned him down explicitly. Until this point, he’s only ever begged her with his eyes to take him to her bed. And he never got back an answer. So he pretended she just didn’t understand what he meant, that she was just that clueless. It’s not that she didn’t want him, he just needed to be a little bolder.

There was no hiding behind delusion now.

The girl finally looked up from the floor. As soon as they made eye contact Xavier almost fell to his knees, feeling the need to apologize for his outburst. She looked crushed. As if something in Xavier’s words or tone fundamentally shatter something inside her.

“You really think that?” she asked and she sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

“Why else would you keep so far away from me?” he asked, but he wasn’t so confident in his accusations anymore. “I’ve sat patiently and waited for you to notice me and you never did, how do you think that makes me feel?” he fought back a sob. “And then I had to sit back and watch you choose someone else over and over again – everyone but me! And even when I’m the only choice left, you still don’t want me.”

The girl looked at him baffled like she had no idea he felt this way. Xavier was quite shocked, too; he didn’t expect to let it all out at once. Now hot tears threatened to spill down his face and he made no effort to hold them back. There was nothing he could hide from her anymore.

“Truth is I’m yours, wholeheartedly and it breaks me to know you’ll never want what I can offer.”

“There is no one in this world that I want more than you, Xavier Thorpe,” the girl whispered, her shattered expression seemingly mirroring his. “I just can’t allow myself to even entertain the idea because I’ll end up heartbroken and you’ll end up dead.”

Xavier seemed confused.

“I know you’d never hurt me–”

“I wouldn’t be able to control myself once I get a taste. I can’t feed on one person alone, it could kill you. That’s why I never have the same person twice in a row, and I give them plenty of time to heal.”

“Well then, you can feed on other people, too. Promise I won’t be jealous anymore… if you promise you’ll come back to me every now and then.”

He gingerly reached for her hand and placed it on his cheek, craving some form of comfort and affection. He half expected the girl to pull back, instead she cupped his face and wiped away a tear with her thumb.

“I could never do this to you, Xav. It’ll ruin you. Look what seeing me with other people had done to you already. I thought by keeping you at arm’s length I was protecting you,” she scoffed.

Xavier closed his eyes and leaned into her touch even more. He was almost ecstatic to hear she returned his feelings. She truly did want him back, but there was a demon-shaped obstacle in the way.

As she leaned in, their foreheads touched. They sat there for a few moments, resting against each other, simply enjoying the other’s presence. The intimacy of the situation almost made Xavier weep tears of joy. It’s all he’s ever wanted.

“I give you permission to ruin me, you know,” he whispered and they finally parted.

The succubus' eyes turned red once more, her pupils dilating. Xavier wondered if this is what she looked like when she fed. More monstrous. He’d never had the guts to ask any of the Nightshades about the private time they spent with her but he’d always wanted to know.

“What about just a kiss? Would that ease your pain?”

[Y/N] who’s been fighting diligently her demonic urges finally caved in. She grabbed Xavier by the back of his head and pulled him close to her, their lips crashing against one another like clouds in a stormy sky, creating pure electricity. She wanted to be gentle with him, pamper him then slowly unravel him in her arms but every inch of her body ached with longing. She kept him waiting for long enough.

Her kiss felt like fire against Xavier’s lips, painful but purifying. He let out the most sinful moan but then the succubus finally regained control of herself and pulled away. He shamelessly almost toppled over her trying to chase her kiss. He knew he said one kiss, but he hoped it would last longer.

For eternity, perhaps.

“Thanks, that’s better,” she whispered wiping her mouth.

She got up, knowing full well that if she didn’t get away from him soon she was going to break him. He whimpered and looked up at her, still on his knees. The sight alone almost made the girl change her mind.

“Are you sure?” Xavier asked with hopeful eyes.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Xavier couldn’t accept that that was all of it. Not when he got so close to being hers. He mustered up whatever courage was left in his body and grabbed her hand once again and placed it against his cheek. She didn’t seem to mind until he placed her thumb on his bottom lip and opened his mouth. He wasn’t going to force her to do anything, but he wasn’t above begging.

His pride could rot for all he cared.

The red in the girl’s eyes became a thin circle around her dilated, pitch-black pupil. She reminded Xavier of a cat, which made him wonder if he could make her purr.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed out.

She didn’t. He took her silence as a go-ahead and shoved her finger in his mouth, sucking on it, making sure not to break eye contact. There was something so hot about her inhuman appearance and the way she was looking down on him like she wanted to eat him. And he would let her.

Xavier couldn’t contain himself any longer. His trembling hand made its way into his pants, grabbing his hard member. Whimpers started slipping through his lips as he was stroking himself. He stuck out his tongue and the girl got the message. Her finger slipped out of his mouth and into his hair, grabbing a fistful.

Now his forehead was resting on the demon’s hip as he was fucking his own hand. Being so close to her crotch, he could smell her arousal. The absurdity and sheer depravity of the whole situation were slowly downing on him, making his face flush even redder. But there was something so delightfully exciting about it that it made Xavier throb in his own hand.

“Can I come, please?” he asked breathlessly.

When he looked back up at the girl to see her nod, her head was adorned with two small black horns pointing up. Her grasp tightened around his hair and he could feel what he could only assume were claws scraping at his scalp. All of those sensations combined were all he needed to send him over the edge.

He was still self-aware enough to raise his shirt up as he came all over his own stomach to prevent getting it all dirty. After he was finished he took off his shirt, just as a precaution.

“You look really pretty like this. I could get used to this view,” [Y/N] flashed a smile and Xavier noticed her pointy canine for the first time.

He wanted her to bite his neck so hard he almost wept. That’s what she uses to mark people. And by the end of the night, she was gonna do that to him. She had to.

He didn’t care how embarrassed he would be with all his friends knowing what they did in here and how it was kind of their fault since they locked them in. He just wanted to be hers.

“You took the words out of my mouth,” he finally managed to say. “I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful.”

The words seemed to wake the demon up from a trance as she looked at her clawed hands, then inspected her hair and found the two horns sitting on top of her head. Her expression looked horrified.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed. “I’m so sorry.”

She turned around and only in a few seconds she went back to her human form, the one Xavier was familiar with. She let out a sigh and propped herself against the round table in the middle of the room.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I didn’t mean to scare you…” the girl’s voice was barely a whisper.

This came as a shock to Xavier who didn’t think someone like her would ever get self-conscious. Not when she looked like that.

“It’s just that I was drained and hungry and I couldn’t control myself. I didn’t realize I reverted back to my natural form.”

“You don’t always look like that when you feed?”

She shook her head.

“No one’s seen me like that – ever. That’s why I’m always starving, ‘cause I use all my power to cast this stupid glamour. It’s exhausting.”

Xavier finally sat up, although his knees were still wobbly and his legs were shaky. He came closer to the demon and gave her a peck on the lips.

“Show yourself to me again, please.”

He gave her his best puppy dog eyes and the girl caved. She shifted back to her demonic form, the one she was born in. Xavier stared at her in all her dark and monstrous glory. Her horns, her eyes, her fangs; no one could compare to her otherworldly beauty.

Xavier gave her another kiss, longer this time, with intent behind it. He was assuring her that he’d never be scared of her in any form she’d take. That he would always love her and she’d always be gorgeous to him. The kiss was slow and sensual, full of heart.

“We should stop before I drain you,” the girl managed to say between kisses.

Xavier let out a whimper in protest and rested his head against the demon’s neck. He planted a small kiss there.

“But I didn’t even get to be inside of you,” he complained. “Or taste you.”

“You must have a death wish, Xavier Thorpe.”

But despite the front of annoyance she was putting on, she was biting down on a smile. She wished she could cast this moment in amber and keep it forever.

“Please,” he begged. “If this is the only night I get with you, at least let me make it good for you. I want you to remember this.”

He brought her hands to his mouth once again and started kissing the tip of her fingers, her wrist, then going higher up her arm until he reached her shoulder. He gave it a gentle nib, not enough to leave a mark, just to get a little gasp out of her.

Then his hands started to make their way up her leg, under her dress, and quickly grabbed her underwear. He gave her a questioning look, just to make sure she was comfortable. She looked… needy. Hungry.

“Did you put this on for your date?” Xavier raised an eyebrow.

She nodded.

“Well, I feel bad for the poor bastard but her loss is just my luck. Maybe I should thank Wednesday for all of this. I don’t know if I could handle you being with all of Jericho before I even got a taste of you.”

His nimble hands got rid of her underwear as he started lowering himself to his knees. She liked seeing him like this. Xavier held up her underwear and inspected it, it was visibly soaked.

“All of this for me?”

“You’re getting cocky, Thorpe.”

The girl let out a giggle and jokingly pushed his head lower, earning a laugh from him. He liked how even in the situation they were in at the moment they were still good friends, able to push each other's buttons and tease each other for fun. He let out a content sigh before starting to kiss the inner thighs of the demon in front of him.

His hands gripped the bottom of her dress and raised it all the way up to her hips, holding it in place so it was out of the way. He was really trying to take his time and savor the moment, but her smell was intoxicating, enticing him to have a taste. She seemed to be even more eager than him, bucking her hips forward in order to get him closer to where she wanted him most.

“Impatient,” he teased right before giving her pussy one prolonged slow lick.

The moan that came out of her should be illegal. It made Xavier’s dick hard once again, although it really wasn’t long ago he came undone at her feet.

It took all of his self-control not to start eating her like a starving man, all lips and tongue and teeth everywhere. He wanted the moment to last so he gave her a few more probing licks before he started circling her clit.

The girl’s hands grabbed his hair once again, this time more forceful.

“Stop teasing me or I’ll start fucking your face.”

There it goes again, that growl that made the hair on his arms stand up. Xavier complied, although part of him was wondering how it would be if he kept edging her until she lost her temper. He was sure she was hot as fuck when she was angry.

But he wanted to be her good boy for the night so he complied. Trying his best to read her cues, verbal and otherwise, Xavier started eating [Y/N]'s pussy voraciously, like it was his last meal.

At one point he couldn’t hear her moans anymore, as her legs wrapped around his head like a snake around its prey and covered his ears. As he was getting sloppier and the girl’s body started to shake she grabbed him by the hair and forcefully pulled him off her.

“Why did you do that?” he whined in protest.

But as she lined his cock with her entrance and bucked her hips once again, he understood. Xavier wasted no time and pushed himself inside the succubus, feeling a shiver run down his spine as she gripped him tight and started pulsating around him. With how wet she was he slid right in, there was no need to be patient and gentle.

“You feel so good, baby.”

He kept rutting in and out of her as fast as he could, causing the table she was sitting on to shake rhythmically. Their lips found each other one more time in a sloppy, needy kiss. His hips were hitting against hers in a way that would surely hurt tomorrow, but neither of them could care less in that moment. Even as the demon’s walls started relaxing around him, Xavier didn’t stop– now set on chasing his own high.

He was so close, he just needed a little push.

“Mark me, please,” he gulped. “I’m all yours.”

She didn’t wait for another word and pressed her fangs at the base of Xavier’s neck, low enough that it would be easy to hide under a collared shirt. Her teeth sank in and the boy let out a slutty pathetic mewl as he reached his second orgasm of the night.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he kept repeating like a prayer over and over again in her ear.

He almost fell over, his legs feeling like jelly, but the girl had both her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him close to her body. He shivered and finally managed to look the girl in the eye. Her hand caressed the side of his face gently.

“I’ll find a way we can be together. Promise.”

With one more kiss, she sealed the oath.

“How do you feel?” she asked trying to mask just how worried she really was.

“Amazing,” Xavier laughed. “Like I could move a mountain. Fuck, you were so worth the wait.”

“You’re not tired? Like… absolutely spent?” the girl inquired shocked.

Xavier shook his head, letting out another laugh. He was positively giddy. It made [Y/N] heart flutter with something new and unfamiliar. She truly loved this boy.

“I know that look on your face, you’re cooking something up. What is it?”

“Alright, don’t get ahead of yourself but I think we might be in luck here. There’s this legend in the succubus world about people who are immune to our charms. We can’t get with them using our powers, we have to actually win their heart but if the rumors are to be believed, these people could feed us indefinitely and not die. Instead of being weakened by us, they get stronger. Each succubus has one, they’re like…”

The girl stopped talking to check for something on Xavier’s face, a sign that what she was about to say would be received well.

“They’re like a soulmate.”

Something gleamed in the boy’s eyes. Hope.

“You’re telling me I could be your soulmate and we can be together,” he kissed the girl’s shoulder, the same spot he’s previously bitten while they were having sex. “And you’ll never have to feed on anyone else ever again. And. And.” He pointed each ‘and’ with a kiss on her body, earning a peal of genuine laughter from her.

“I said don’t get ahead of yourself. Soulmates are insanely rare, most of us think they’re just stories. But there is one way to know for sure.”

A long claw softly touched the mark on Xavier’s neck, causing him to let out a low hiss.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “If this sticks around after a few days, it means your body has accepted the bond.”

I wanna apologize to everyone who’s been waiting for part 3 of ‘the real reason..’ I already wrote it, it’s just that I’m not satisfied with it. So I decided to write this as a pallet cleanser instead. Been working on it for 3 days.

I also wanna thank all of you for liking, reblogging, commenting and following me for the past few weeks. You helped me get back into writing after years of being stuck and thinking I’ve lost my touch completely. You’ve been making my days lately. Thank you!

Also, what do you guys think of a Rowan x reader? I have this idea floating in my mind for a while and maybe I’ll just put it on paper...

As always, let me know if you wanna get tagged in my next fics.

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dr0wning-in-hell · 1 year

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One Of a Kind- Xavier Thorpe

Summary: Y/N is a rare creature, something that’s thought to be extinct. She’s hated by all Normies, and maybe even some Outcasts, but one Outcast in particular thinks differently of her.

Warnings: a bit of angst, some fluff, probably some cursing,

Word Count: 2.9k+

Characters/Pairing: Faye!Reader x Xavier Thorpe, Mentions of Principal Weems, mentions of Tyler

Prompt: simply that Y/N feels like the biggest Outsider amongst Outsider, but Xavier is there to prove her wrong and let her know that she’s just a one of a kind.

A/N: Reader is similar to Maleficent, but without the horns. :) Has magic and those giant wings that I freaking adore

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Y/N had been found on the outskirts of the forests in Europe before she was sent to Nevermore. Principal Weems was the one who originally found her anyways, so she thought it was her duty to take care of her and give her shelter, not just because she was an Outsider who was hated by half of humanity, but because she was one of the rarest creatures she had ever laid her eyes upon.

That was when Y/N was 12, until she was brought to Nevermore she had spent her time as a child hiding in dense forest areas that no one could possibly get to, secret caves that held her own hideaways far from the Normies of the world. When she was brought to the school for Outcasts, she felt like a freak. Everyone at the school was pretty, popular, they all looked semi-normal, but not Y/N.

No, Y/N had to have fangs, longer and sharper than any vampire’s, naturally long nails that should have counted as talons, and ginormous black wings that shrouded her body. Y/N was, in her eyes, a human bird.

From the moment she stepped foot onto campus all eyes were on her. At that young of an age she was scared, she scared herself and everyone else, but as she grew up she turned that frightened little girl into a power to be reckoned with. As everyone at school watched her grow into this confident young lady, they also became less scared of her. She had her times where she’d lose her temper and lash out, her magic uncontrollable as she’d stomp away and wreck everything in her path, but they knew she was just like them in that sense. Unable to control how they felt because there was not a single person in the world that understood what it was like to be an Outcast.

By the time Y/N was 16 she had learned that it was just better for her to stay on campus at all times than to go into town and try to be normal with everyone else. The Normies may be able to hide their hatred for the Outcasts at least somewhat decently with the others, but with Y/N she could always see the look of disgust on their faces from a mile away. Every time she’d try to go into town with a few people from school she was always picked on, bullied, and it wasn’t even just the Normies who did it. She’d be invited out as a joke several times, it wasn’t until the third time she was made fun of and abandoned in town that she realized no one would ever truly except her for what she was.

Outreach day was approaching and Y/N was dreading going, but Principal Weems was making Y/N volunteer this year by having her paint a mural of Nevermore and the town of Jericho together in harmony. The thought made Y/N gag. Why would she want to celebrate such a stupid day that obviously had no meaning to anyone in the long run?

If this wasn’t mandatory then Y/N wouldn’t be going and setting herself up for embarrassment. Rude comments ran wild in her head as she mocked what some people in town were going to say as she showed up to celebration.

She packed up her painting materials in a duffel bag and then headed to the Quad, where all the other students would be getting their assignments. When she walked into the Quad everyone had already begun hoarding together in their cliques, so Y/N just stood next to the wall and waited till they were all dismissed. One thing about having these giant wings was that she couldn’t ride on the bus with everyone else, instead she was going to have to fly herself down the town.

Y/N’s eyes scanned the crowd of students, watching as they opened their assignment letters. Some students were happy but others seemed upset about what they got. One of those people was Xavier, someone that Y/N admired from a far but would never confront face-to-face. He must’ve been upset about what he got, the same going for his friend Ajax.

Feeling as though she had intruded on people’s private conversations, Y/N picked up her duffel bag and headed towards the front of the school. Little did she know that as soon as she walked away from the bustling students who were rushing towards the busses, Xavier had looked up from his assignment card and watched as the black winged beauty turned away and walked away.

Xavier didn’t see Y/N again until everyone was in the town square to listen to Principal Weems and Mayor Walker go on about how important the day was and how they created a new statue in honor of the town embracing the Outcasts.

It was complete bullshit and everyone knew it. Y/N must’ve gotten bored listening to their speech, because once they were all dismissed to go to their jobs for the day, the Faye was no where in sight. Xavier sighed as he trudged over to the Weathervane for his assignment. Working in the same café as Tyler, his tormenter, was not how he wanted to spend the day.

When he walked into the café his eyes landed directly on the winged beauty. She stood in the corner awkwardly looking down at her phone as she waited for her order name to be called. Once she heard her name called out she went to grab her drink quickly and bolt from the small building. Y/N didn’t even look up as she brushed past Xavier and out into the open.

The taller boy watched as she walked with her head low, going to the designated area for the portrait she was to draw. It was the same wall that Xavier had painted on last year, on this exact day. The thought of her putting all this effort into a portrait and then possibly having it destroyed just like he had done to him, angered him more than it should have. Taking in a deep breathe he walked over to Tyler, who also didn’t looked too amused that he was in this situation as well.

An hour, maybe two at most had gone by before he saw what Y/N’s painting looked like. It was amazing, to say the least. The wall Y/N was using as a canvas was a mirror image of the town on that exact day. Both the town and it’s people joining together with the students of Nevermore in celebration of Outreach Day. The thing that pulled it all together? The heavily detailed painting of Joseph Crackstone in the center of the town. It was perfect for that day, and exactly what Principal Weems wanted out of the feather winged girl.

As Y/N stood a few feet away from her painting, admiring it and criticizing it, she could hear the words that the towns folk were saying.

“What a freak.” Some mumbled.

“Who let the little birdy out of her cage?” Some would tease menacingly.

“If there were a contest for being the biggest freak of all the freaks, she’d for sure win.”

One would think that on a day like today, these small minded people would put their snide comments to the side and at least pretend to be decent, but no, in fact they were even worse. Usually she could handle those harsh words, but for some reason today was just the day for her to snap.

Bawling her fists she began to pack up her painting supplies, anger consuming her as she thought about all the horrible curses and spells she could use on these lesser people. Y/N was so overwhelmed with anger that she began to shake which caused her to drop some spay paint.

Before she could reach over and grab some asshole had to kick it so hard that the can busted open, spraying Y/N and ruining the bottom half of her painting. With tears blurring her vision and anger blurring her judgment, she stood up quickly, her hands glowing a bright green as she threw the Normie against the wall opposite of her. She growled lowly, her eyes glowing the same green as she began to close off the person’s airway with her magic. If it weren’t Xavier to snap her out of her trance, Y/N for sure would have murdered the man.

Y/N’s eyes stopped glowing, along with her hands, her gaze moving from the man she was choking to Xavier who was standing in front of her with a very concerned look. For a split second Y/N’s eyes looked at the man, her growl scary enough to send him hurling around the corner and down the sidewalk.

Without a word she took a step away from Xavier and turned back to her supplies. She through the busted can into her bag, zipped it up, and then tried to walk away. As she was a few steps away from the tall blonde, he reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. Y/N stopped and turned to look at the boy, confusion grazing across her face.

“What? You gonna make fun of me too?” Y/N’s words were harsh, but Xavier knew that she was still angry.

Letting go of her wrist he lets out a soft sigh, “I was going to ask if you were okay.” He said looking at her and watching her expressions.

Y/N looked taken back at his question, as if no one had ever asked her that before. “I’m fine,” Y/N huffed. She was clearly lying, but why on Earth would she open up to someone she barely knew, so easily? Xavier’s look on his face was basically saying, ‘really?’ He knew she was lying and was hoping she would just talk to him a little bit, even if this was their first time really talking.

Letting out a huff of frustration, Y/N let her walls fall down as she looked away from the boy. “Fine, no, I’m not okay. I’m pissed.” She paused and waited for a response but only got a nod telling her to continue. “This is all just so stupid, it bullshit. No one cares about today, they just care about the money they get from this stupid day.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she looked up at Xavier. “No one actually cares, they never will. We will always be the freaks and outcasts to them, they will never see us as equals.”

Xavier could practically see the steam rolling off her skin, seeing how angry she still was. He knew there was nothing he could say that would make her feel better, so instead he gently took her duffel bag from her and offered to take her to the Weathervane. It took a moment for Y/N to consider the offer, thinking that this was just going to be another joke, but once she realized that Xavier meant no harm she agreed and the two began the short walk to the coffee shop.

It was a good thing that the café was slow that day, or else Y/N and Xavier probably wouldn’t have been able to talk as much as they wanted to. The other great thing about it being slow was the fact that wasn’t a lot of people around to gawk at Y/N and make rude remarks about her looks. The only other person in the building was Tyler, but he could care less what the Nevermore students were doing, especially Xavier.

Xavier and Y/N sat at a booth close to the counter, both of them feeling the tension as they squeezed into their seats. Well, Y/N squeezed into her seat because of her wings, Xavier was fine.

It was quiet at first, the two just looking around and avoiding each other’s gaze for the first few minutes before Xavier decided to speak up.

“Your painting looks great, by the way.” He smiled softly, hoping that she’d realize he was here to talk to her and not belittle her. “The detail in it is amazing.”

Y/N was a bit taken back by the compliment. She wasn’t used to people saying nice things to her, let along talking to her at all. “Thanks, though I’d rather see that stupid statue burn than to paint it, thanks.” Anyone who was listening to their conversation would know that she was joking, she was being serious.

Xavier chuckled a bit and nodded in agreement, “Trust me, I know how you feel.”

Y/N snorted at his response. How could someone like him? Someone who looks normal, understand how she felt? The only odd thing about him was his father, and the face that he could make his artwork move or come to life. Xavier looked confused at Y/N’s slight harshness and watched as tried to lean back a bit in the booth, crossing her arms as she looked at the wall.

“Hate to break it to you, pretty boy, but you most definitely don’t know how I feel.” Her words were harsh, and completely true. While Xavier could have anything he wanted and grew up only being know as the son of a famous Outcast, he would never really know what it’s like to feel like Y/N. To be tormented for how he looked. It’s never a problem that he has ever had to deal with.

Silence filled the space between them once more, both of them unsure of what to say next. Xavier studied Y/N’s face, memorizing every curve, mark, and point there was. To him, someone she barely knew, he thought she was the most beautiful and unique person on this planet. Even though he didn’t really know her all that well, his heart wanted to know more so he could get closer to her and learn to understand her.

Y/N’s eyes unfortunately wandered over to the window where she could see the townsfolk pointing and gawking at her. The anger that had slowly started to subside started to come back stronger than before, her eyes starting to glow that vivid green color. Xavier’s eyes followed hers and once he noticed what, well who, she was staring at, he immediately when to calm her down. Without thinking or hesitation, his hands grabbed hers softly, like she was made of the finest porcelain and he didn’t want to break her.

“Don’t worry about them,” he said softly, his thumbs rubbing small circles into the backs of her hands. The action startled her at first, but then she found it calming. Her eyes stopped glowing, her heart went back to normal and she no longer felt like ripping out those peoples throats.

“Why do you care so much?” Y/N asked with a tilted head, “You don’t know me, so why do you care so much?” It was a genuine question she wanted the answer to, but Xavier wasn’t sure if he could really tell her why he cared.’

The boy gulped, trying to find a way to word his thoughts in a way that didn’t sound creepy or stalker like. There was a long pause before he said anything, it was when she went to pull her hands away from him that he sputtered out the truth. “I’ve always liked you, thought you were the most mesmerizing being to ever lay my eyes upon. I’ve watched you, since the moment I started going to Nevermore, I- I just didn’t know how to approach you. I was nervous.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, thinking he was joking and was put up to this as a joke. “You’re only saying that to say it, you don’t mean it.” Her eyes averted downwards towards her lap, trying desperately to focus on anything but the feeling of her hands still holding his. “No one thinks that of me, I’m a monster.”

Xavier’s gentle squeeze on her hands was enough to pull her Y/E/C eyes back up to his blue eyes. “I don’t think that.” The warry look on Y/N’s face was enough to tell him that she really had never been told that in her life, “I promise, if I truly didn’t think that, then I wouldn’t have said it in the first place.”

The shaky sigh that Y/N let out worried him. Had he gone too far? Did she find him repulsive now? Was this all too creepy?

“I don’t think you understand how much that means to me,” When their eyes met he finally saw the tears that brimmed her waterline. Carefully, he reached up and swiped away the stray tears that managed to slip down her flushed cheeks. The soft smile that Y/N let Xavier see was something he’d remember forever. He’s the only one who’s seen her cry, who’s seen her smile, who’s been so kind and genuine to her.

This was the beginning of something new, for the both of them. It would be rocky in the beginning for sure, but both teens could tell that they’d let out the best of each other in the long run.

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creative-caramel-coffee · 6 months

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I miss your writing😂 I need me some weems, now idk if you’ll consider writing age regression ? Bc I have another idea if you do.

So r is depressed bc they ran out of medication and forgot to refill it since they’ve become ill (me rn it’s horrid and messing with my head) no one’s seen or heard from r and weems has to do a welfare check. Here she finds a depressed and very sick reader. She knows of readers bad back ground (they are a shifter and was found hanging onto life after being abused in a facility like hydra for shifters) so when r becomes all clingy and very child like it confessed weems. R is so touch starved it’s insane, but with weems rn she’s like a child wanting and craving the affection just needing to be held. So naturally weems does that and that’s how she discovers the fever r has and that r ran out of her meds so weems nurses her better. Oh! Could also add r isn’t sleeping bc of nightmares due to their background?

Sorry for the long request and I’m not even sure it makes sense. I need my Damn pills lmao.

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A little sick

Pairings: Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: you're sick and regressed.

TW: agre? Sickness, depression, medicine (prescription),

A/n I’ve never written this kind of thing before so tell me if any of its wrong. Cute request tho :) let me know if you like it or want to see more of this kind of thing.

Part 2

Waking up and feeling like your bones were made of lead was not the way you wanted to start the day. It took all of your strength to pull yourself upright. Standing on shaky legs you wobble over to your dresser pulling out the pouch of pills that helped you with the aftermath of the facility and the depression it left. You knew firsthand how bad it could be to be a shapeshifter. Hunted and experimented on. You drew a deep breath pushing the thoughts away and exhaling slowly and shakily.

Unzipping the pouch, you frowned. All the blister packets were empty. You were out. You slouched dejectedly. It was going to be a long day. Yoko had already left for classes and to be honest you didn’t really think you could make it to the wardrobe to get changed let alone all the way to class. You sighed dejectedly and hobbled back to bed and laid down on your back staring at the roof. The feelings were getting harder to push away.

Your chest felt hollow, and you choked back a sob. The last time you were sick … was back there and to be honest you had no idea what would happen if someone found out here.

You zoned out feeling a familiar fuzzy feeling swallow your mind. You tried to push it away which only seemed to make you headache unbearable. The pain was what made you slip. Dropping hard, you felt your body shift. Soon the bed felt much bigger as you curled into a ball and cried. You were tired but scared to sleep, the nightmares seemed to be ever persistent.

You had no idea how long you had been crying, small sobs wracking the tiny body on the bed. Soon a knock sounded on the door.

Weems had had reports all day that you had been absent. Knowing your history with depression she knew it was imperative to do a welfare check as soon as she could. Looking at her calendar she swore. She had a copy if the nurses schedule for meds and prescription refills. Yours were out and it looked like nobody had picked up more for you.

She finally signed off the email she had spent the morning drafting to the mayor. Closing her laptop she toed on her heels, opting to take them off to give her feet a break when sitting and stood smoothing out her skirt. She hurried out the door and to your dorm. Hearing small noises inside she hesitated before knocking, she knew you were in there was was slightly terrified of what she would find inside the dorm.

Hearing the soft knock on the door you wiped a small fist over your eyes and sat up still silent tears running down your cheeks. You waited and heard the door open.

Weems peered into the dimly lit room; the windows still drawn. She saw a small lump on the bed and slowly walked over. The closer she got the more shocked she became. Why was there a toddler in the dorm and why did she look exactly like … y/n?

Small sad eyes looked up at her and sniffled. Weems stood awkwardly not really knowing what to do. She had a suspicion. She knew you were a shifter like herself. She looked down at you and it clicked. It made sense with the amount of trauma you had. You had regressed both physically and mentally to a child. Looking down at the sad child, you looked up at her and extended your arms.

“Up?” You asked with childlike innocence. Weems felt her heart melt. Gently she placed her hands under your arms and lifted you onto her hip. Almost straight away you buried your face in her neck, and she let out a soft gasp.

You were face too warm. Gently she peeled your face from her neck so she could look you in the eyes while she bounced you on her hip. You let out a soft whine at the loss of contact and weems shushed you as she placed a gentle hand against your cheek then forehead.

“Oh honey. Are you not feeling too good right now?” She asked. “Do you feel icky?” She said and you nodded and sniffled, the tears slowing.

“Alright. Well, we are going to get you some medicine then we are going to come back to my place for some sleep.” She said and you whined.

“No sleep.” You pouted and Weems frowned. “Cuddles?” You asked.

“Ok sweet girl you can have cuddles but why no sleep?” She asked.

“Mean dreams.” You pouted and she felt her heart break. Of course, you had bad dreams, that was almost assured with what you had been through. Why didn’t she think of that. Patting you back she used a hand to guide you back to her neck as you put your thumb in your mouth.

Weems winced knowing it probably wasn’t clean but there wasn’t much she could do about it right now and she preferred it to the crying. Holding you on her hip with one arm and the other on the back of your head she saw a small white fluffy thing under your blanket walking over and pulling out the stuffie you brightened as she tucked it between you and her chest as you wrapped you free arm around it.

“Alright honey let’s go get some medicine for you.” She said and left. She knew the school week enough to make sure nobody would see the two of you, God the rumours would be endless if students saw weems with a child. Careful to avoid any class windows Weems made it to the infirmary. As a shapeshifter herself she knew that the doses of medicine would need to match the physical size of the body. Balancing you on her hip she looked into your eyes.

“How old are you sweetheart?” She asked and you looked at her shyly holding up four fingers and puffing your chest out.

“Im four.” You grinned.

“Wow. Big girl huh?” She asked and you smiled wider.

Weems pulled out the bottle of medicine labeled 3-6 and any other supplies she would need. Carefully making her way back to her office she slipped back into her own quarters to take care of you.

You whined as she set you down on the couch but stopped as she lifted you back into her lap. You sure were clingy like this. Measuring out a dose of medicine Weems coaxed you into drinking it which made you stick your tongue out in disgust after.

“Yucky.” You said. Weems chuckled.

“Im sure it was sweet girl.” She said and stroked your hair. You buried your face in her chest and fisted your hands in her shirt.

“Alright bedtime. I think someone needs a nap huh?” She said and you whined.

“Nooo.” You said.

“Alright how about some cuddles instead?” Weems asked and you smiled.

“Cuddles?”

“Yes. Cuddles.”

“Yay cuddles.” You celebrated.

“Alright sweet thing lets go to my bedroom and we can cuddle.” She said knowing you would fall asleep in no time. Curling into her chest more and wrapping you small arms around Weems she felt her heart melt again as she ran her nails up and down your spine. You shivered and enjoyed the touch.

After a few minutes you seemed to be fighting sleep, eyes drooping before flying wide open again with a small whimper.

“Honey whats the matter? Why won’t you sleep love?” Weems asked softly.

“Bad dreams.” You whimpered softly and weems patted your back running her hands through your short hair. It was much shorter than normal probably from the shift.

“Honey, you need to sleep, I’ll be here the whole time. I won’t leave your side, ok? Do you think you could be a brave girl and get some sleep for me?” She asked softly.

Burrowing your face into her neck you nodded and shuffled around to get comfy. Weems knew either way based off how exhausted you seemed you would be asleep soon regards of what you wanted.

And as predicted after about five more minutes weems felt your breath even out against her chest and heard small snores coming from you. She smiled softly down at you and decided then and there she would never let anything hurt you again.

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lachlanzeez · 1 year

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Dating headcanons of rowan laslow

rowan was known to be the outcast of outcasts.

he didn't get much love and attention when he was younger so he would be a bit awkward to try and cuddle you in the first few weeks.

He knew you long before you knew him, of course.

He thought you were the most beautiful "human?" being, and he always had his eyes on you.

not in a creepy way but in a cute way of course

After you guys got paired up for a project he thought you were just going to make him do all the work, until you asked him what you guys were going to do together.

After that you guys started to hang out a lot more

walking around the school, going to weathervane and having hot chocolates

he would definitely show you the nightshades library, making sure you keep it as a secret because he doesn't want to be kicked out :

mans would go outta his way to make sure you are safe at all times. He would also make sure xavier has close eyes on you when you go with other people

When cuddling he likes his hair to be played with, so definitely play with it

he will also help you with your powers if you have any and you would help him with his

rowan will try on 1000 outfits just to make sure he looks okay for the date.

he would also get advice from xavier and ajax, even though he doesn't talk to them that much

he likes to sneak in your dorm to cuddle, and your roommate doesn't even care anymore and leaves the door unlocked for him

He is also a big marvel fan, so you guys are gonna be watching marvel movies all night long.

hes so cute i cant even more <33

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Hi this is my first wednesday fic and i hope you like it because i am going to be making a lot more

-lachlan zeez

#wednesday #rowan laslow #outcast #wednesday spoilers #ajax petropolus #xavier thorpe #rowan x reader #rowan laslow x reader #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #nevermore #wednesday netflix #the addams family

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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Shower Shenanigans

Tyler Galpin x Male Reader

“That was the best game of Death Ball ever!” Y/N cried as he pushed through the door to his shared dorm,Tyler right behind him as he closed it behind.

Today, they had the Poe Cup tournament of Death Ball that pitted all the cliques of the school against each other until only one team remained. Since Y/N and Tyler were the only half breeds at the school as everyone else had supernatural parents who were the same species, they were put on a team together as they faced off against the Fangs, Furs, Stoners, Scales, Shifters, and Psychics.

It was a great tournament and Y/N and Tyler managed to come out on top, surprising not only their fellow students, but the professors as well. There were congratulations and cheers of happiness, but they were also looks of distrust and whispers of cheating about their epic win. Though, if their sweaty purple raven T-shirts were any indication that they worked their asses off to win the heavy golden trophy, they were carrying into their room. They had, in fact, not cheated at all to win.

“It was, but I feel bad though,” Tyler expressed as he sat on his bed close to the window and removed his shoes and sweaty socks.

Y/N had finished putting the trophy on the desk before he looked at the Sheriff’s son. “Why? We won this trophy fair and square. We both practiced hard for today, and we beat all the odds stacked against us. The Furs had the strength. The Fangs had the speed. The Stoners had the moxie. The Scales had the charm. The Shifters had the mimicry. And the Psychics had the perception.” Y/N listed off as he sat on his own bed across from Tyler’s and lifted up his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face as Tyler got a good look at his boyfriend's body all wet and smooth as he turned away, a blushed danced across his face.

“I mean, the coach said we could use any of our skills to win, and we did. Ty, what’s this really about?” He looks at the curly haired barista as he sighed softly. “It’s just… there are some who think we cheated because you had Hyde on your team… and I’m not sure they’re wrong.” He’s had this fear ever since his dad cut a deal with Nevermore Academy. Tyler doesn’t go to jail if he attended their school, which was ironic since Nevermore banned Hyde’s from their school 30 years ago. The same time Tyler’s mother went to school here. Now that he was here, Tyler had trouble fitting in. The people at normie school hated him. And now the outcasts of Nevermore hated him, too.

“Hydes are artists by nature, but equally vindictive in temperament. How long is it going to be before I lose control and kill someone? How long before I betray you again?” Tyler looks at Y/N, his features sad with the corners of his eyes wet from almost shed tears. He never should have trusted Laurel Gates, but she was kind to him. Caring in an almost motherish sort of way. Tyler fell for her kindness and now he was paying the price for it. He threw his head in his hands and shook his head. “I should just leave. I don’t belong here…”

Tyler was about to get up, but Y/N took a hold of his hands as he rubbed a thumb over the top of them. The barista looks up as Y/N gives him a reassuring look. “Ty… I can’t change what happened, or what Thornhill did to you. How she tortured you to make you this monster, but it doesn’t matter. Because it wasn’t your fault. It was out of your hands and all that matters is that you’re here, and you're with me. Safe and sound. I’ll take that any day.” He brought Tyler’s hands close to his undead heart. “You have people that love you. People who care for you and will miss you if you leave.”

“Really?” Tyler dared not hope that these comforting words were true. That there were people out there that could actually accept him for who he was.

Y/N smiled. “Of course. You have more people in your corner than you realize.”

The barista smiled and chuckled as he wiped away his tears. “I’m a real mess, huh?” The other boy walked up and straddled his hips as leaned close to Tyler, and kissed his lips softly. Tyler moans, putting a hand behind Y/N’s back as they continue to kiss, grinding against each other before pulling away. “That’s what I like about you.”

Tyler laughed as they kissed once again. “So, a shower sounds good right now.”

“It does. Luckily, being the winners of the Death Ball Poe Cup gives us a private bathroom.”

“Really?”

“Yup. With bragging rights for a year and a shiny trophy and a private shower,” Y/N said.

Tyler smiled. Maybe he could make it here after all. As long as he had someone as amazing as Y/N in his life, the past could stay the past. This was the present. “Private shower, huh? Can’t wait to check that out.”

“Neither can I, mister Galpin. Feel like getting wet with me?” Y/N had a suggestive smile on his face as images of them underneath the shower head and soapy handjobs flashed through Tyler’s mind as he shivered.

“You made it sound dirty on purpose, didn’t you?” Tyler asked him.

“You know it, Baby.”

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #tyler galpin x male reader #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin #hunter doohan x male reader #hunter doohan #wednesday 2022 #Hyde #nevermore academy #outcasts

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sorcererofsolitude · 7 months

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Outcast Headcannon:

Sirens thrive on admiration and attention. It satisfies their desire to hypnotize, to distract, to be adored above all else. Their need for it is much akin to humans' requirement for social interaction. It won't kill them if they're deprived of it, but it can cause mental health issues if they are made to go without it for prolonged periods.

Over time, this innate need has caused sirens to evolve into exceptionally attractive beings, resulting in the "beautiful mermaid" trope we know today.

The sirens of Nevermore are often misunderstood. Their competitive spirit is mistaken for egotism. They are frequently pursued for their beauty, but resented and distrusted for their power.

AO3: SorcererOfSolitude

#netflix wednesday #wednesday #outcast history #headcanon #bianca barclay #yoko x divina #yokovina #divina wednesday #kent wednesday #nevermore academy

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brienneoftarth1989 · 11 months

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Theories

Larissa Weems x fem reader

Summary: - As the newest outcast teacher at Nevermore you made it your mission to find who was which outcast. However you were stumped about Larissa until one night you finally got it right

Warnings: graphic violence

Requests open

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You have been working at Nevermore for the past six months and since you have been here you have been trying your best to figure out what kind of outcasts your colleagues were. I mean you could’ve asked your colleagues but that was no fun. You liked to make a game out of it.

You have always had a curious soul about things and considering you were the history teacher at Nevermore Academy you’ve always liked to know about the past and you especially like knowing everyone else's history.

However you do have your limits. You didn’t want to pry too much to the point where you made people uncomfortable. Like you said you just had a curious personality. The first colleague you were able to guess right was coach Vlad.

He was a vampire. You knew that Vlad was a very common name among the vampire world so it came to no surprise to find out he was one. You and the fencing coach became quite close immediately when you started. You had a lot in common in terms of your personality so the two of you always seemed to have a laugh together.

You were officially told by coach Vlad that he was a vampire after you both sat in the staff canteen. It was 9:00 and he had a glass of what looked to be red wine. You out of pure curiosity asked why he was drinking at this time of the morning with humour behind your question.

That was when he informed you that it was not wine he was drinking but in fact blood. He told you that he was a vampire and every so often he needed to replenish his body with fresh blood. It was nice that he trusted you enough to tell the truth.

Over time you managed to get closer and closer with your colleagues and eventually found out what outcasts they were. Mr Fitts, who taught English, was a werewolf. Miss Hilda Boom, who taught supernatural studies, was a psychic, no surprise there. Mr Raiden Cooper who taught outcast anatomy was a siren. Mr Henry Darwin who taught astronomy was a gorgon.

You also learnt that Marilyn Thornhill who taught botanical sciences was in fact not an outcast and was therefore a normie. It makes sense that Larissa hired a teacher that wasn’t an outcast considering she is trying desperately for outcasts and normies to have a stronger relationship.

Speaking of Larissa she was the one person you couldn’t seem to figure out. You’ve tried to get close to the headmistress but she isn’t one for making friends. Even if you never figured out what type of outcast Larissa was, you still wanted to be her friend but she wouldn’t let anyone get too close to her. She differently has trust issues due to something in her past.

You had a hunch as to what type of outcast she was but you had no hard core evidence that it was true. You believed that she was a shapeshifter due to her height. Shapeshifters are known to be very tall and beautiful but that was the only evidence you had and it could’ve been a coincidence.

That was until the night of the funfair. The night had a relatively normal start to it. You were chaperoning the kids at the local funfair which would show up in town a few times of the year. Providing the children had permission on a selected night they would get to go down and enjoy the night.

You were also allowed to enjoy the night but you also had to be around to keep an eye on the students. You knew what the normie kids could be like around the students so it was important to keep an eye on everyone to make sure nothing broke out. The night was going smoothly until you saw Wednesday start chasing Rowan into the woods.

You were highly concerned considering the students were not supposed to leave the fairground let alone go into the woods without permission. You chased after them hoping you would catch up with them quickly as you didn’t want either of them to get hurt as you didn’t know what was going on.

“Wednesday! Rowan!” you shouted searching the woods for the two students. However you were shocked when you came to an opening to see that Wednesday was pinned to a tree with Rowan using his telekinesis powers to keep her there. Just as you were about to intervene you watched this huge monster run out from deep in the woods.

You stood in shock as you watched this beast tear Rowan’s body apart. You let out this deafening scream which seemed to scare the monster causing it to run back to where it came from. You immediately ran over to Wednesday.

“Are you alright?” you asked, picking up her weak body trying to shield her eyes from the massacre in front of her. However it was already too late. You heard Wednesday scream into your chest at the sight of her friend. She was tough but this would be enough to traumatise anyone.

You carried Wednesday to your car and let her rest there before going to find Principal Weems. “Larissa, there has been a massive incident. I just watched this huge beast tear Rowan’s body apart in the woods. Wednesday witnessed everything as well but I’ve taken her to my car at the moment” you said as quickly as you could so Larissa could deal with the matter at hand quickly.

“Thanks for letting me know. I will see if I can sort this out. I don’t want the sheriff finding out just yet as they will immediately blame us for this tragic event. Inform the other staff members here to get the remaining students back to Nevermore effective immediately” she said before storming off in the direction of the forest.

The next half an hour you spent finding your colleagues and helping them find the rest of the students. After about an hour you had finally managed to round up all the students and get back to Nevermore. You also spoke to Enid and told her to keep an eye on Wednesday and if there are any issues to come find you immediately.

Over the next few days everyone around Nevermore was on edge including yourself. You had tried to speak to Larissa about what happened but she wouldn’t tell you anything that was going on. You found it quite bizarre with how secretive she was being about this. You thought she might’ve given you some insight to everything that happened considering you informed her about what happened.

You let it go. You decided you needed to move on with everything because it was clear that Larissa wasn’t going to give you anymore information. However you were shook to your core when you watched Rowan walk past you and walk into Larissa’s office. Were you dreaming? That was definitely Rowan.

But that was impossible. You watched Rowan die. You saw the state of his body and there is no possible way he could’ve come back from that and you knew that no outcast would be able to use their power to bring him back to life.

You were suspicious. There was no way that was Rowan so who the hell was it. You followed Rowan however you stopped at the giant oak doors resting your ear against the wood trying to get a listen as to what was being said. You managed to find out that ‘Rowan’ was going back home so would be leaving this afternoon to go to the train station.

This was the perfect opportunity. You rushed to your room to get changed into a different outfit as well as grabbing a hat and a pair of sunglasses. You then immediately went to the train station to start your investigation. You sat for about an hour when you saw Rowan walk onto the platform.

You watched as Rowan walked into the restrooms but were shocked to see someone else walk out a couple minutes late. A tall blonde man. That was strange because you never saw him enter the restroom. You had been very observant over the last hour so you would’ve seen him walk into that bathroom.

You decided to follow him. You had a feeling that this person would help give you answers. You followed them into a darker area of the station making sure you kept a decent distance between the two of you so they didn’t become suspicious.

However when you watched the man walk into the dark shadows, so you were surprised to see Larissa emerge. You were right. She was a shapeshifter and now you had the proof with your own eyes. “Larissa?” you questioned as you walked closer to the tall woman.

Larissa quickly snapped her neck to look at you realising she had been caught shifting. “Of course it would be you that would find out the truth about me. I heard that you were going around trying to find out who was what kind of outcast” she moaned at you. “So spit it out, now you know I’m a shifter who do you want me to turn into?” she asked.

You just stood there in shock. “I don’t want you to turn into anyone” you said shyly looking down at your feet. “So why have you been so desperate to find out about everyone’s abilities then?” she questioned you. “I’m a history teacher Larissa. I just enjoy learning about everything but I know my limits. All I ever wanted was to be your friend Larissa. I’ve been able to make friends with everyone but you” you sighed, still looking at your feet before eventually making eye contact with her.

“I’m sorry y/n, I’ve always been secretive about my abilities. People have never trusted me because they didn’t know if I was shifting into other people and the people who did trust me always wanted me to shift into someone else” she sighed. You could see she was hurt by her past.

“Let's go back to Nevermore Larissa. Just know that I didn’t mean for you to feel uncomfortable. I really just wanted to know you better. Why don’t we open a nice bottle of red that I have in my room? We can just chill out and get to know each other a bit better” you smiled as you walked past Larissa to start heading back to Nevermore.

“That would be nice y/n” Larissa said as she followed behind you.

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tumblingxelian · 2 months

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Wednesday Fanfic Concept - Nevermore Never Worry

Summary:

Wednesday finds her efforts to escape Nevermore consantly frustrated by everything from annoying people to her own proclivities.

It is vexing, but at least nothing more serious is going on that might lure her into staying long term; even if she is finding some tolerable people.

Concept:

Very much a "Crack with Heart" sort of story, Wednesday's efforts to escape Nevermore keep being frustrated by one thing or another. However, because of these events the shifts inadvertently avoid certain tragedies/murders happening, or at least happening when they do. So she is mostly having a 'normal' school experience, interrupted by escape attempts and other nonsense.

I imagine it starts with Xavier revealing why he hates Tyler. IE the hate crime. Wednesday is offended as an outcast and not impressed by Tyler's simpering about it. So she takes off.

Specifically to hunt down Enid to ask why the girl did not tell her this.

Enid: I mean I did try to hint at it! Wednesday: But why not just say it? Enid: Because I thought it might make things worse rather than better. Wednesday: How?

Enid: Well I figured you could choose not to leave, but that you'd more likely go and instantly pick a fight with him, or maybe break your wrists so if he tried to kill you it would be a 'fair fight'. Wednesday:... He is not exactly an impressive specimen, so I suppose that would even the odds. Enid: See this, this is exactly what I am talking about.

Wednesday: I suppose that is fair enough. Enid: Thanks, say seeing as your ride is off the table, wanna hook up with me, Yoko & Divina for a girls night? (Sends a glare at Tyler & Xavier.) Wednesday (Also glares at them) I suppose I shall.

Yoko: Another win for the gays!

Wednesday is petty however and forces Weems to carry all their stuff while they go on rides. Seeing as she is going to hover like a vulture she might as well be helpful no ;)

Beyond that I am less sure, but that is the general gist.

Wednesday keeps finding excuses to stay at Nevermore, actually makes friends inadvertently puts off murders and such.

& may well, entirely by accident or for less plot heavy reasons, fuck over Thornhills's plans.

For instance she may break the blood seal on Crackstone and stab his corpse for revenge post Outreach Day and as a bonding activity. Thornhill has no idea this happens until its too late.

Also lots of fun little world building things and character/relationship building stuff. Generally pretty light in tone barring the social commentary and such.

#Wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #Enid Sinclair #Wenclair #Probably XD #Text Post #They go on the Gravitron because its the most dangerous ride #Wednesday likes that it makes her feel sick #Divina compares it to being caught in a whirlpool back home but not quite as fun #They are all Outcasts/Monsters and quite weird in their own ways

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barb-l · 2 years

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Wednesday and Enid both doing this just in completely opposite ways

#wednesday netflix #still being the odd ones out in a school that's already for 'outcasts' lmfao #lookit Wednesday with her all black uniform and Enid with her multicolor dyed hair and pink backpack #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #can i just say i love that a few (i assume) female students are wearing pants #especially yoko she seems very cool i hope she isn't a big bully

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somenerdfromwhatever · 8 months

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Wednesday video update

Months ago, I posted this onto my Tumblr. It was my full declaration of my dream and my next big video project: A video which I discuss why I want to work on Wednesday and discuss how the outcasts parallel minorities in society. In my case: Autistics and Neurodivergents. I am making this video on how Wednesday's outcast characters reflect mine and others experiences growing up in society with Autism. Here is the link below for the original post in question.

tl;dr In my upcoming video, I delve into the struggles faced by the outcasts, drawing parallels between their experiences and my own journey as an individual on the Autism spectrum which in turn, connect with minorities in society. Through this project with my editing, presentation, storytelling, and analytical approach, I aspire to become a part of the journey of the outcasts at Nevermore Academy, contributing to a narrative of acceptance and understanding while continuing the story of Wednesday Addams in their upcoming season.

Even with the summary, the Tumblr post, and my endless TikToks on the matter... Since then... a lot of moves have been made, and I have gotten a lot of support. Like no joke. The support I got was HUGE! Even leaking into my real life! I can't even begin to express how incredibly grateful I am for the overwhelming support I received! A lot of people want this story and my video to come to life, and while I missed my deadline of Mid-August, life is still hard at times that I still got to navigate it despite my shortcomings and work-life balance. In fact, I might as well stop my release date predictions because I have a notorious bad history when it comes to them. In short: While I can't give a release date at this time, rest assured, It is getting done. I want to thank you for your continued support as I navigate the final stages of my video.

We are approaching the end here, and I can't wait to finally release it to the world. Bear with me for just a little longer!

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the-dorky-dame · 1 year

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The

“I am not trying to seduce you…Would you like me to seduce you?~”

audio but it’s

Larissa Weems ✨💜

*waits patiently for you amazing writers while 🎶“Feed me Seymour”🎶 plays in the background*

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useyernamesteven · 1 year

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It might just be me, but I kinda like the concept of Enid still having trouble "wolfing out" post s1

Don't get me wrong wolf!roommate antics would be great too, but like imagine:

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Enid goes home and she's over the freakin MOON cuz she's finally a real werewolf now, just like the rest of her pack! She tells her family and obviously her mom is relieved (and yet still critical of Enids other invisible flaws) and her Dads happy she's happy and her brothers are annoying and for some reason her scars aren't healing as quickly as a werewolf should be able to heal but it doesn't matter cuz at least she finally feels normal (even if there is a small monotoned voice that sounds suspiciously like her fav lil psycho somewhere in the back of her mind telling her she was "normal" just being herself)

Then a month goes by and its the night of the full moon and Enid's with her family and pack in the woods and everyone starts wolfing out around her and Enid's so excited to join in. But ten minutes go by, then 30 and Enid's excitement starts to dwindle. At the hour mark she feels like she's panicking bcuz why hasn't she turned yet?? and the other wolves in the pack are starting to get antsy waiting for the hunt. After another twenty minutes still waiting, the pack take off and Enid's left alone at the campsite, still human.

The next morning the pack come back and Enid comes out of her tent, keeping her head down as feelings of shame and embarrassment color her cheeks. Her Dad pats her shoulder, tells her she'll get the next one, but her mother refuses to acknowledge her until they get home, and even then its only to hand her another round of brochures before Enid heads off to go cry herself to sleep.

Fast-forward and Nevermore opens back up and Enid's scrambling to get out of her house bcuz she can't stand it any longer. At least at school she has friends who don't really care if she can't shift. She even gets a three-second hug out of Wednesday when they reunite!

A week later is the full moon and Enid's trying so hard to not let it get to her but it seems Wednesday can see through all her fake smiles and nonchalance cuz she corners Enid the night before the full moon and asks her to either produce an explanation or suffer Wednesdays interrogation methods. And Enid comes clean in a sloppy sobbing mess of "i thought i was normal now!" and "its not fair".

And she feels bad cuz Wednesday is obviously NOT the person you should be dumping your emotional blights upon, but surprisingly her roommate seems solemn (more so than per usual Addams fashion) and it isnt until Wednesdays gingerly patting her head that Enid realizes she's actually attempting to cheer her up. And Enid bursts out laughing bcuz its very sweet and caring and so unlike her dreary bff that it actually does the trick.

Thing puts on Jennifer's Body which is a little on the nose given what happened last semester but its something they can all enjoy and Enid nearly chokes on a mouthful of popcorn when Wednesday admits she finds Megan Fox attractive but only when she's covered in blood and devouring the foolish men who fell victim to her seductions. Then they put on Legally Blonde and Enid chokes on her popcorn again when Wednesday says she's seen it before, and they spend three hours playing and pausing it to argue and critique the plot points and "its a girlpower movie Willa!" and eventually they fall asleep and Enid forgets why she was even upset to begin with.

Well, until the next day when its the full moon and Enid's a lil disappointed but not terribly so bcuz her wolf friends invite her out to lunch for some food and a howl, Ajax and Yoko have been sending her silly memes all day, and Thing gave her a manicure this afternoon, but the cherry on top is Wednesday promising another movie night and she gave Enid full control over what they watch. By the time the moon starts rising Enid feels like she's on cloud 9...

Which is inevitably when everything goes to shit bcuz the pain kicks in mid-way through "Let it Go" and Enid has enough strength in her to at least push past a notably worried roomie and out onto their balcony before her bones start cracking and holy shit she's wolfing out! But shes freakin out and so disoriented, not used to her new body or the flood to her senses that are suddenly on blast, and shes panicking and panicking until she hears someone calling to her, coaxing her, and a scent she knows all too well. It calms her, centers her, and Enid comes back to her senses a little to see Wednesday out on the balcony with her, hand outstretched but not touching. And Enid gives a few cautious sniffs and whines and its then that Wednesday finally brushes her fingers along her snout, up to her ears, and begins to softly, soothingly pet her and its then that Enid finally feels like herself in that moment.

She wakes up the next morning on the floor of their room with a small mountain of blankets, stuffed animals, and pillows around her, and Wednesday on her bed beside her. There are claw marks along the floor and fur shed all over the place, but nothings broken and she doesn't smell blood (beside the usual aroma a la Addams). How her roomie managed to get a full blown werewolf back into their room is beyond her but Wednesday looks too peaceful curled up on her bright colored sheets to wake her and find out just yet.

...

What I'm saying is that Wednesday is Enid's anchor and she'll only wolf out when she's around.

#wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wenclair #if you squint a lil #its a show about outcasts among the outcasts like it just makes sense if she still had problems shifting #like maybe the blood moon and the stress were enough to trigger it but a normal moon 🤷#idk i just like the idea of Enid still being a lil imperfect #this is very long #maybe i ought to just make it a one-shot or smthn #blurb

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sakebytheriver · 1 year

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Name a bigger downgrade I'll wait

And if you couldn't tell, there are two different white boys in that second image

The Wednesday show is really giving us this post, huh?

#addams family #wednesday #addams family values #ignore me #its interesting how wednesdays first love interest was an outcast just like her #and also Jewish #but now we just have these two pretty white boys that look more like the love interests in cheap disney original movie romcom

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creative-caramel-coffee · 8 months

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Nightmares and Nosebleeds

Pairings: Weems x student!Reader (Platonic)

Word count: 3.3K

Summary: you have been having trouble sleeping and weems helps you get some much-needed rest.

TW: mentions of past abuse, mentions of childhood trauma, nightmares, blood, exhaustion, crying

A/n A fluffy fic for all my traumatised beans who need some motherly weems comfort. You are loved <3

Exhaustion seemed to settle in between the cracks of your mask.

It was hard to pretend you were ok. As if all you wanted to do wasn’t to take a nap in the middle of class. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t sleep. Not here. Not in your dorm. Not anywhere.

Nightmares plagued all hours of your unconsciousness and you had done everything to fight off sleep for the better part of a week now. Sure, you had failed at times and succumbed to the much-needed rest. If you could even call it that. But after a lapse in sleep, you needed more. You craved sleep. But it was awful. You thrashed, mumbled things even screamed or yelled sometimes in your sleep. You would wake up damn with sweat and somehow more exhausted as it took an emotional toll as well as physical. Sleep was broken after you woke from each bad dream. Eventually you simply gave up.

It was around two am on a random Tuesday and after about an hour broken sleep, you woke up for the fifth time.

You sighed annoyed and threw off the sheets. Maybe if you went for a walk around the grounds, you may be exhausted enough for the subconscious to lack the energy to cook up more horrors.

Nobody should be awake at this hour anyway. Anyone who would have been sneaking out would have tried already and been caught. You threw on a hoodie over your PJs not bothering to change.

Slipping out of your single dorm you trudged through the halls. You walked through the quad and eventually found the room you had been looking for. Pulling the lock-pick from your pocket you slipped into the classroom.

It was the only one you ever broke into, and you only ever did it for one reason. The window. There was a window you could pry open and climb out to sit on the roof. It was your safe space.

You locked the door behind you and climbed through the sill. Folding your legs to your chest to curl up into a ball, you rested your head on your knees and wrapped your arms around them. The night was still, and the half-moon lit up the grounds.

You looked up at the stars and did your best to name as many constellations as you could. Which wasn’t many but it was more than the average person may know.

A single stray tear escaped, and you rubbed it away and you cursed yourself. If you began to cry you may never stop. It was a road you did not want to try.

Larissa had been sat in her office, nursing a glass of whisky and trying to get through the excessive amount of budget cuts from the school board.

After about three hours she had moved to her spot by rage window and gazed out at the stars.

Her window overlooked the grounds and she frowned at a lump on one of the roofs. Making sure it wasn’t some creature that could be a threat she grabbed her binoculars to take a closer look. She frowned at what she found.

As far as she knew all the students were asleep. Nobody should be up at this hour apart from her or the odd stray teacher. She sighed and donned her coat, knowing exactly which classroom it was she needed to go to.

She made her way down the halls until she stood outside the classroom in question. She pulled her keys from her pocket and fitted them into the lock. Turning the door handle and pushed the door gently it swung open.

The window was still wide and ajar, letting in a cool draft as she crossed the room. She was surprised you didn’t react to the sound of her heels. But she noted you seemed lost in thought. She stopped at the window taking a moment to observe you.

You were slouched and clearly fighting sleep. Your shoulders were slumped, and you looked ready to cry. You shook slightly from the cold, and she noted the lone tear track down your cheek.

She knew she was going to have to be gentle with you tonight as you were so lost in your own mind you still hadn’t clocked her presence.

“Ms L/n is there a reason you are out of bed at this hour?” She said her hands flying out to catch you by the arms as you startled and lost the hold on your knees.

After a second, she removed her hands from your arms, and you sniffed still looking at the stars. You brought a hand up to scrub at your cheek before glancing at her.

You looked exhausted. She made note that you must have been covering up the darkness that rested under your eyes with makeup, as it was far more prominent than she had ever seen in the halls.

“Come back inside you must be cold” she said gently, and you nodded, a faraway look on your face, as if you were only half here and heard her voice as though it was muffled by water.

You roll over onto your hands and knees and crawl like a baby back through the window. Once you were through, she offered you her hand to help you down from the table and you hesitated but took it. She sucked in a breath at the contact due to how cold you felt, and turned to close the window once you were down and inside.

“You're freezing.” She said sounding mildly peeved. You stood off to the side awkwardly as she turned around to face you now she had shut the window. You shifted your weight from foot to foot and avoided looking her in her eyes.

She carefully removed her coat and placed it around your shoulders, not in how you flinched slightly at the contact. The fabric was warm, and you pulled it closer around you.

“Thanks.” You mumbled and she nodded.

“That’s quite alright. Now please, come with me.” She said and turned to leave; you followed a half pace behind her. As you walked through the halls your face crumpled as you realised you were not setting out to return to your dorm. You hesitated but asked anyway.

“Um Ms weems where are we going?” You said softly and she turned to look at you.

“My office I don’t think you should be alone tonight.” She said with a very gentle look.

You were too exhausted to comprehend what that really meant and even more exhausted at the simple notion of arguing with her.

You gave a small nod, and she returned one of her own, and placed a gentle hand on your bicep to lead you back to her office.

Once she arrived, she let go of her grip and slid in the key and opened the door ushering you inside.

You stood awkwardly in the big room, unsure of what to do. Still wrapped in the principle’s coat.

“Come.” She said and waved you to the door at the back of her office.

You followed and you walked into what looked to be her privet quarters. You felt uneasy in her personal space.

“Ms Weems?” You asked.

“If you would rather sleep in my office, I cannot say it will be a very pleasant experience, and staff may enter at random and disturb you.” She said and you nodded still too tired to be thinking of any possible consequences.

She steered you by the shoulders to a large room which was ornately decorated in her personal style, and you clocked that this was her own bedroom.

“Ms Weems but you need to sleep too?” You said uneasy.

“I assure you darling and I quite well and good. I have some work to finish regardless. Plus, I am more concerned for you, than myself currently. Now I won’t press you to tell me what’s on your mind, but do know I am here, if you want to talk.” She said and you fought back tears. She laid a soft hand on you shoulder and looked into your eyes.

“I’m fine” you mumble softly.

She gives a noise halfway between a snort and a chuckle, an undignified noise to say the least. Her hand flew to cover her mouth before she regained her composure. Your cheeks heated slightly despite the cold.

“Not quite darling. Don’t lie to me. Take your time to speak about whats bothering you, but please don’t lie to me.” She said and moved behind you to take the coat from you.

“I’m sorry” you said softly and let her remove your arms from her large coat.

“No need for apologies darling, it’s quite alright “ she said.

“Thank you” you said barely audible, and it was likely that if she weren’t a shape shifter, she would have missed the sound altogether.

“You're welcome now get some sleep” she said moving over to guide you into the bed and tuck the sheets around you.

“Goodnight Ms Weems.” You said.

“Goodnight darling. Now hush, no more chatter. I’ll be in the next room if you need me. Don’t hesitate to shout.” She said halfway to the door already.

You nod despite her turned back and rolled over away from the door.

She turned back at the light switch to smile at you as she turned out the light.

The door was half shut when she heard you speak again.

“Ms Weems?” You voice sounded small and hesitant. She stopped and looked back. You had half rolled over to look at her over your own shoulder but made no move to speak again. After a beat of silence, the principle spoke.

“Yes darling?” She said, ever patient.

“I just thought you should know I make a lot of noise in my sleep… nightmares.” You explained.

She softened.

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll be sure to leave to door open so I can check on you if anything’s wrong in the night.” She said and you felt the redness flood your cheeks again at her kindness. A kindness you were unused to.

“Thank you.” You said.

“Hush now. Sleep. For real this time.” And with that she left the door slightly ajar, and you failed to fight sleep any longer.

Weems returned to her office and sat back down at her desk. She made it habit to check on you whenever she could and after around an hour, she heard movement through the cracked doors.

She set down her pen, which had been signing documents and rolled her wrist to loosen the sore muscles before she stood to check on you once more.

Making her way into her room she peered in to see you tossing and turning and mumbling something with a concerned look on your face, eyebrows screw together to cause a crease in your brow. You almost looked like you were in pain, and it broke the woman’s heart to see you looking so distressed.

She made her way over to the bed and squeezed your arms lightly saying your name to try and wake you up. She hadn’t expected what came next, however.

You sat bolt upright, and your face connected with her chin. Luckily, she wasn’t injured as she had time to half turn away.

When she looked back at you your hands were cupped under your face and she noted in the low light a small dark trickle running from your nose down your top lip. You looked slightly dazed, and she watched in horror as the blood dripped into your fingers and spread through the creases in your palms.

“Come darling.” She said, throwing back the covers to lead you to her bathroom.

You startled again like you had back earlier on the roof, and she was glad none of the blood ended up on the sheets as you flinched. She supposed she could always get new sheets and your reaction was clearly an involuntary one at that.

“P-principle weems?” You said and she grew concerned as you seemed to scan the room disoriented before she watched the understanding flood into your features and your eyes seemed to stop scanning the room and settle on her.

“You're alright darling,” she said kindly “Now come with me. We need to deal with that blood.” She said with a nod towards your cupped hands.

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, hands still under your chin as you stood. She guided you by your shoulders to the bathroom and gently let you hang your face above the sink as the red dripped onto the porcelain.

She frowned at your seemingly unbothered nature of the situation.

“Darling, if i may ask… does this happen often?” She asked gesturing to your face. You sighed.

“Im afraid so. I’ve always gotten nosebleed, especially as a kid. I never knew why; they were just always a feature in my life. It got me out of class a lot at my old school. I'd have about one every two weeks or something.” You said and weems frowned.

“I’ll be sure to add it to your file, should this or something similar happen again.”

“Oh, it will. If there’s one thing I can count on, it's my nose bleeding.” You said with a laugh. The principle, in turn, gave a half huff, failing to see the humour of the situation and mildly worried at how desensitised you seemed about it all.

You realised your nose hand stopped bleeding now and turned on the tap, guiding the water to clean the sink of your blood. Whist you did that, Weems turned around and grabbed a rag before turning back to you. She let you wash your hands clean before she gently took your cheek with her hand. You went to protest but she spoke before you did.

“Let me darling.” She said and you relaxed slightly, she brought the damp and slightly warm cloth to you face and began to gently clean the blood from your chin and top lip. Once she had finished, she ran the rag under water again and wrung it out before setting it on the edge of the bathtub to dry. She extended a hand to you.

“Come.” She said and you took it and silently followed her back out and into her office. She made the two of you some tea as you sat and watched.

When she returned with the two mugs you thanked her as she sat down opposite you. It was a comfortable silence, and you felt no pressure yet found yourself itching to tell her everything. She made note of your fidgeting but refrained from commenting. After a moment you sighed and stilled.

“I-it's just always there.” You said and paused, waiting to see if she would interrupt.

She simply nodded and took another sip of tea, not pressing but leaving you to continue if you wanted to.

“The nightmares. I had … a rough childhood.” You chuckled humourlessly. “I guess thats putting it nicely.”

You looked away and picked at the skin of your thumb and she made no move to stop you. You glanced at her and moved to sit on your hands. She frowned at the gesture.

“Sorry.” You spoke. “My mother hated when i fidgeted, she always told me to sit on my hands.” You said with a fragile smile and glossy eyes at the memory you seemed to be drawing on.

“I do not mind. If it soothes you, continue. But as long as it's not damaging.” She said, referencing the earlier action.

You nodded once but stayed sitting on your hands making no move to change your position. You sucked a breath and let out a slow sigh before continuing.

“My dad wasn’t very close with me. My mother and I were inseparable but that changed.” You paused for a beat.

“Im not sure why but the love was different, more sour, less pure. I lost out connection over time. They were … i don’t like to say abusive but i guess if the shoe fits.” You shrug.

“The nightmares are a mix of things. Them. My fears. My mind making up horrors that never happened. It's almost as if my body enjoys torturing me in their absence.” You said giving another dry laugh that made weems skin crawl.

“I just want to sleep. Im so tired. But the nightmares just leave me feeling worse.” You sighed and picked at the seams of your sleeve as your hands escaped their position under your thighs. You averted you gaze to the fire which crackled softly.

Weems sensed you were done and set down her tea on the coffee table.

“If you need someone to talk to.” She paused mulling over her words.

“Or if you just need somewhere to rest. If you need a hug or anything at all, even to vent; I’m here.” She said and you felt the tears congregate on your waterline.

You gave a nod and watery sniffle looking slowly over to her. She patted her lap.

“Come here darling.” She said and you threw yourself into her arms. Her embrace was strong and grounding. Just what you needed as you sobbed into the neckline of her dress.

She held you tight and for the first time in a long time you felt safe. You relished in the warmth of the feeling and soon were breathing softly and deeply, as you feel asleep in her arms, your face buried into her neck where the scent of her faded perfume was strongest.

Weems sat with you in her arms for the while looking into the dancing embers before gently laying you down on the sofa and covering you with a blanket to keep warm despite the ever-present heat of the fire.

Here she could keep an eye on you. Here you were safe. And she meant what she had said. And for the first time in months, you slept soundlessly under her watchful gaze as she worked at her desk, her mind never fully straying from your as you remained steadfast in her thoughts.

The night seemed to pass quickly, and she didn’t disturb you as the early hours of the morning came.

You clearly needed the sleep. She had already planned to excuse you from classes based of how well you had been sleeping now. It was still early morning, still before sunrise and still before the school awoke. And she had ample work left to do.

She was the only one awake on campus and she basked in the early morning silence of the school. This was her favourite time of day. When the world seemed to still and she could almost pretend it had stopped, just for a moment.

She cast her gazed back to your sleeping from and wrote a note to herself on a yellow post it to remind her to also retrieve breakfast for you as well when she went later.

Turning back to her work your soft snore made her heart swell. She loved all her students. But you, you held a safe spot in her heart that seemed to keep it warm with each beat. And she swore then and there to protect you with her dying breath. A student she loved with motherly compassion. As a teacher you saw as a mother.

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