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The urge of including the track names and the new words that Taylor Swift introduced to me in the Tortured Poets Department in my writings is an urge I am happy to surrender myself to. Absolutely not apologetic.

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When Daylight Fades (pt. 8)

Note: I’ve had a really hectic birthday week so this is coming up really late, but I wouldn’t stop writing it because I still have so many ideas about this fic! Hopefully you’ll enjoy it! 

Background: Reader was confronted by Wednesday on giving the false testimony after Rowan’s death. Before the fencing practice began, Reader received an unexpected summon from her Coven. 

Warning: murder, mental breakdowns

Part 1  Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

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As soon as I stepped into the fencing arena, I was hushed aside by Wednesday. She was standing right next to the giant statue, sulking in her usual manner. 

“Rowen showed up last night at school.” Wednesday asked, though interrogating would be a more suited word. 

“Um… Good for him, I guess?” I raised an eyebrow, poised and still, even if there was thousands of questions in my mind just by hearing that sentence. He laid dead in the woods. I saw that with my own two eyes. Unless my eyes had deluded me, Rowan shouldn’t be able to show up anywhere except fo a casket, if there was even an open casket for him at all. 

“You saw him dying in the woods last night too, didn’t you?” Wednesday continued her questioning. 

“It was dark, I didn’t exactly saw him. All I saw was you passing out.” I rolled my eye. Wednesday’s stubbornness could really exhaust one’s patience. 

“Thing followed him to the station today. He disappeared right in a bathroom with no available escape.” Wednesday crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Why are you telling me that?” For some reasons, she had suddenly involved me as her accomplice in this ridiculous investigation. 

“I know you don’t believe he can walk away from the woods after last night, either. Don’t you want to get to the bottom of it?” 

I did want to find out what was really happening, even if I had a different ulterior motive than her. Wednesday was completely right, I didn’t believe someone could stand back on their own feet after sustain that kind of injury. 

“I wish I could help you, but honestly, I don’t have the time for this right now.” I pursed my lips, leaving the pigtailed upstart by the statue. 

My fingertips were inches away from the handle of the fencing blade when a fretful fear jolted through my entire body. It was a deeply uncomfortable sensation and it was the summoning of a Supreme. I knew something went terribly wrong when Joy didn’t reach me on the phone but instead, summoned me directly in the true wielder nature. 

“Y/N…” Joy’s voice echoed in my mind, but she was maimed. Her heart was barely beating and I could feel it. She wasn’t injured, not physically, but she was drained, exhausted… of her power.  

I stepped outside of the arena, as calm as I could possible pose, but every inch of me was trembling from an immense level of anxiety. The Coven was an hour away from Jericho. If she was dying, I wouldn’t have the time to travel in modern normie technologies. As much as I tried to refrain from using chaos in Jericho and even Nevermore, I had to break a few personal rules when it came to cases of grave urgency. I ran inside a bathroom stall as a I opened a portal to the Coven. 

The throne room was just the same as I remembered, scarce statues of past Supreme connecting one another on every corner of the room. “Sleek minimalism”, as Joy had once described this as her favorite style. Except it was dark, with the only light pierced through the darkness from the stained glass window. The tinted purple light poured on the weak Supreme. Joy laid against the leg of her marble throne the dimmed light of the room, she was almost just as pale as the marbles around her. Joy had always loved the color and the coldness of marble, but I doubt she’d like it on herself. 

“Joy!” I dashed to her side, helping her back up to her throne. “What happened?” 

She held onto my forearm. Her skin, now pale, and wrinkly with darkened veins screaming underneath, exactly like the marble. The burnt mark of a chain remained on her neck. 

“I was attacked…” Joy muttered under her breath, as if speaking at this moment had taken most of her strength. 

“Who? How?” I raised my hand over her neck but even with the disappearance of the burnt mark, she hadn’t regained her strength. Whatever damage it was, it wasn’t just physical. The chain was merely an instrument of containment. The attacker did something way worse to her. 

“I didn’t see the face…” Joy coughed softly, her voice, raspy and weak now. “There’s something I haven’t told you about Marge’s death. When I found her, she wasn’t just dead. Someone took her power before they killed her. Whoever they are, they were trying to do the same to me…” 

I bit down on my lip, visibly shaking from anger. The chaos was what kept wielders’ souls travelling onto their next life. It was the very essence of our existence. Taking away the chaos would ripped a wielder’s chance to move on. To us, that would be the true death. Without our power, we would be damned to oblivion. There would not be hell or heaven for us. The victim would be forever trapped with their pain, their rage, their fear, their sorrow, screaming and suffering in the thief’s body, all the while watching as their killer used their power against their will. As I attempted to heal Joy, I knew everything I do now was in vain. With the majority of her power stolen, whatever was left in her was slipping away by the second. 

“I can’t…” I tried over and over again, placing my hand over her hand, her heart… but I couldn’t restore her chaos. I could feel it slipping away from my very grip, her life. It was like catching smoke with bare hands. I didn’t know what else I could do for her except keeping trying over and over again until the warm tears rolled down along my cheek, my chin, and eventually hitting the ground. I couldn’t breath. “There must be a way…” 

“There is one, Y/N…” Joy caressed my face with her hand. “Take it… Take my chaos…” 

“No! No, there must be another way! No… I’ll seal you back up and you can… come back…” Every word from my mouth became a soft whimper. I knew I couldn’t seal her back up, not this time, but if I didn’t do it, Joy’d be lost, forever. 

“This is the only way and you know it. Please, Y/N. I know this is a lot to ask but our enemy has Marge’s and most of my chaos. You need to take my power to defeat them… Take it, protect the others…” Joy wiped the tears from my cheek, holding my hand over her chest gently. “It’s okay… I’ll live through you.” 

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I kept repeating it to myself over and over again. The red glow effused from her chest, entering my palm. It was soft, gentle and warm, just like Joy herself. I couldn’t tell whether the harrowing ache in me was physical or psychological. For the longest time, I’d blamed her and the rest of the Coven for not coming to my rescue, but when they needed me, turned out I couldn’t do anything for them either. I just breathed and walked as usual when they were killed, suffering in the body of their killer till the end of time. What right did I have to hold grudges against them when I stood by and did nothing to save them? 

As the glow faded completely, so did Joy. She sat on her marble throne, slouching against the back of the seat lifelessly. Her eyes closed shut, her breath was nowhere to be heard. I couldn’t imagine it was just a few months ago, when she was sitting on this very seat, calling me because she had a bad date with the witch next door. I couldn’t fathom the idea of never receiving her annoying calls, but now I had to live with it. I knelt down before her, hand still holding hers, pressing my face close to her hand. She became colder and colder. The only temperature was the warm tears that fell from my eyes, onto her stone cold skin. 

I lost track of time. I couldn’t feel anything. The only thing I could feel was emptiness. It felt like I was sinking down a sea of void and nothingness. No matter how hard I swam, I couldn’t reach the surface. I could only drown in it. Daylight became nights, and nights welcomed daybreak. I remained in the same spot, hoping that at one point Joy would open her eyes and say “I know you care about me”, but it didn’t happen. 

The tears had dried off on my face, leaving behind only their traces, mixed with the black from that mascara that ran down with them. In my absolute desolation, a face appeared in my mind. The one person who kept me grounded, anchored in this life. 

“Tyler…” I whispered. It was then when I realized how coarse my voice had become. As if he was the only one who could relieve my utter devastation, I called to his name mindlessly. 

I need you… 

I knew he couldn’t hear me inside of the Coven. My limbs felt like they had the weight of bricks tied to them. I couldn’t even lift my hands up to reach my phone. His name was the only thing I could think of. Maybe this was the way I would die… killed helplessly by a violent downpour of guilt and fury. 

With a loud thumping on the door of the Coven, I jumped slightly, staring at the hallway with half-closed eyes. In the faint light from the door, the silhouette of a gigantic creature lurched through the hallway to the entry of the throne room, the Hyde. The debris of mud and crushed leaves remained over the grey skin of his hands and feet. With the grim sounds of bones cracking, snapping back into the place of a human frame, Tyler walked through the hall to my side.

My eyes widened at the sight of him. The Hyde responded to my faint call from miles away. However he heard me didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was here. 

“Tyler, they killed her…” I mumbled faintly, turning to him with dry, swollen eyes. 

“Who did it?” Tyler pulled me away from Joy’s body, holding me close in his embrace. 

“I don’t know… This is just like Salem all over again, and I don’t even know who did it.” I pressed my hands vehemently against my skull until my nails dug into my scalp. The physical pain didn’t seem to make the fury any easier for the heart as I wished. 

Tyler grasped my hands to his chest to keep me from hurting myself. My wailing echoed in the desolate throne room. The fortress I’d built to keep my nightmare away had fallen apart. The façade I’d designed for myself collapsed, crumbled to pieces in front of my very eyes. A history I thought had been washed away as time passed resurfaced in a gruesome storm, and it was about to repeat itself. 

“It’s not your fault.” Tyler consoled gingerly. His hand smoothing the frizziness in my locks. “You weren’t here to stop it.” 

Tyler’s word of comfort ignited a fleeting whim in my head. I might not be able to see for myself exactly who attacked Joy, but I knew someone who could. The faction of witch who could see through past, present, and future; those who held the power to bridge the Nether and the living; those with crystal visions who could tell truth from lies – the seers. 

With a touch to the floor, I sealed the room with a rune for protection to keep out everyone and to preserve Joy’s body. I held onto Tyler’s arm as I stood up. My legs were numbed from kneeling on the floor for hours. 

“I need to find….” As I tried to walk on my own two legs, the sudden lack of balance almost made me trip on my face if Tyler didn’t caught me in time. 

“No. It can wait. You need to rest now.” He interrupted, voice grave and bleak, obviously upset with my disregard of my body’s state. I’d never seen him speaking with such perilous seriousness. As much as I would like to defy his insistence, I was also well aware of the state I was in. I was in no condition to travel any further than 3 meters. With my look of defeat, Tyler was ready to transform back to the Hyde. I stopped him before he could. 

“I’ll take us back.” My entirely body laid fully on his support, drawing out a portal directly to the Galpin’s house. 

“I didn’t know you could do that.” Tyler’s mouth gaped in awe, shocked with the display of teleportation. 

“I appreciate the flattery.”  

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When Daylight Fades (pt. 7)

Note: I’ve pretty much planned out how the story is going to play out at this point and some of the plots are quite macabre. I’ve avoided adding too much gruesome details for the readers’ sake, so hopefully you’d still find it remotely enjoyable. :)

Background: Reader took part in Wednesday’s escape plan in Harvest Fest. Things took a dark turn when Rowan was found dead in the woods. 

Warning: murder, mental breakdowns

Part 1  Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

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Harvest Fest was one of the greatest event in the meager town of Jericho. It was particularly ironic now that it had become one of the compulsory activities for Outcasts, considering the brutal history and even the current attitude of its townsfolks towards Outcasts. Most of the current Nevermore students weren’t aware of the history. That much was strictly forbidden. Afterall, even as Outcasts, they were just teenagers excited to be in a carnival like this. In the cheerful babbling of the school bus, I noticed a quiet face who also seemed anything but excited about Harvest Fest. 

“Not a big fan for festivals, are you?” I laid my left shoulder on the worn leather of the headrest, turning around to disturb the colorless girl. 

“I don’t see the point of celebration in the massacre of indigenous people. I find it…” If there was a tone flatter than monotone, it would be told by Wednesday Addams.  

“Unsavory.” I said, cutting her off mid-sentence. My response seemed to be a match to her train of cynical thoughts. She nodded. 

“Finally, someone who sees through this disgusting excuse of a celebration.” Wednesday turned around, sitting face to face across the corridor. 

“More than you can think of.” I scoffed bitterly. 

“Which makes me wonder, how would a person like you end up with a barista in this shitty town?” Her question was unexpected. Wednesday hadn’t striked me as a person with an ear for gossips. 

“Even the night needs a bit of light.” Tyler’s face surfaced in my mind. A moon needs the sun’s light to shine and he was my sunlight. 

My answer brought Wednesday to her contemplation. Her dark eyes fixated on me as if she had another question in mind that yearned for an explanation. Our timely arrival to our destination had ripped her of her chance to continue the conversation. 

“I have to go find Tyler now. Come find us once you got rid of your bodyguard.” I glanced over at Principal Weems as I got off the bus with the others. Apparently Wednesday’s last attempt backfired as the Principal now hanged around her like a 24/7 surveillance camera. 

The loud carnival beats and blinding neon flashes bombarded my every sense the moment I set foot to the entrance of Harvest Fest. It was never my speed, whether it was the clichéd circus clowns or the cheesy games. These were cash grabs for children and couples who had too many pennies to throw away. I frowned, skimming the crowd to find my barista of the shitty town. 

“We’re going to try the ferris wheel. Do you want to come?” Bianca placed her hand on my forearm. Her beam came in a jubilant harmony to the celebratory lights hanging around every lamppost in the Harvest Fest. 

“Hard pass, darling. I don’t like the height.” I stared at the ferris wheel with a sheer hint of loathing. The idea of being briefly trapped in a small, metal booth hanging in the air wasn’t something I would find enjoyment in. Some said it’s romantic, but I find it frightening, especially in a carnival, where the over-stimulation of music and light had already got on my last nerve. 

“Or maybe you’re just waiting for someone special to ride it with?” Bianca jested. She nudged me with her elbow, eyes narrowed in a devilish grin. “Anyway, I’ll catch up with you later.” 

I stuffed my hand in my pocket as she sashayed her way to the ferris wheel with the rest of the sirens. Most people from the school thought she was just another teenage cliché of queen bee, but she did have a softer side that not many have the chance to witness. I wandered off among the crowd. The several recent unsolved murder didn’t seem to dim the people’s interest for partying. In a place where everyone was too occupied in popcorn and corny carnival games, no one would bother paying attention even if there was a murder happening right behind one of these booths. I walked passed Wednesday, with Weems still clinging on her every move. Tyler was in another booth, struggling his aim with one eye closed at the rainbow coin toss. 

“Thought you weren’t a carnival person.” I tickled his waist from behind and he missed the toss in his slight wince. 

“Y/N!” He turned around, mildly shocked by my playful pester. “You’re earlier than I thought.” 

“Not much traffics on the way. Plus, the others want to come earlier to have a ‘good time’.” I air-quoted in a vain protest. 

Tyler scoffed in understanding, pointed a finger to the prize rack behind the booth. Above the colorful rainbow coin toss table was a rack full of raven plushies. Plushies were often the version of the original object made in a lifeless version with an artificial sense of cuteness. It was a good idea for smaller children, but I’d much prefer a living raven. 

“Not much about the game itself, but that’s your favorite bird, isn’t it?” 

He wasn’t wrong. My particular appreciation towards the black corvid traced back to my older days when I used to have a familiar, a raven named Kaz. The thing about raven was that they were extremely smart and loyal creature. Your vice and virtue towards them would never go forgotten. 

“I prefer living raven, but I love the gesture. Go on!” I encouraged. With a handful of pennies, Tyler took another shot, and this time, he hit right at the jackpot. What he didn’t know was that I gave a little push to his toss. 

“Was that you or was that me?” Tyler asked, confused. He must have caught onto the slight movement in the parabola of the coin mid-air. 

“You did the toss, didn’t you?” I winked. Tyler immediately caught up to my little act of assistance as he gave my cheek a soft pinch. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a certain pigtailed rebel approached us in a sly, hastened pace. 

“We need to go now.” Wednesday said, the faintly discernible panting showed her covert excitement to leave Jericho. 

We rushed towards Tyler’s car, covering our tracks as the crowd ushered behind us. As Tyler laid hand on the door, Lucas and his friends appeared from the shadow behind the car, still dressed in their tedious Pilgrim World uniforms. The grim, menacing look on their face seemed to be such a good fit for their costumes. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” They closed in on us with slow steps, assured that we were just some feeble helpless baby outcasts. 

“Get out of my way.” I said, low and baleful. A soft red glow appeared from the tip of my finger, sprawling across the air until they reached the bullies’ temple. Once it disappeared in their head, the bullies fell into a state of trance, leaving the car backwards as if they were a film played in reverse. 

“Get in the car… Wednesday?” I didn’t know when had she wandered off, but when I turned back, the stern goth girl was nowhere to be found. “Tyler, where is she?” 

Tyler shook his head. I grabbed his arm and ran back into the crowd to find her. A debt couldn’t be established if the favor was never done, and I wasn’t about to let a deal slip through my fingers. 

Wednesday rushed through the crowd with a kind of apprehensiveness that I’d never seen on her pale face. We followed behind her into the woods. It was pitch black, with slight hint of blood straggled in the air. Something was terribly wrong. I watched as Wednesday stopped abruptly and knelt down to what seemed to be… a body. In the depth of the forest, I could only see the body raised his quivering hand and gave Wednesday something. 

“Wednesday!” I shouted, but Wednesday didn’t registered my call. I understood why as I stopped my steps next to her. It was Rowan, the quiet geek from school. His chest was opened with four gushing wounds. In the crimson of blood, a familiar blue fluorescent pink shade shimmered under the moonlight. I covered my mouth, taking a few steps back and stumbled into Tyler. There was nothing we could’ve done. Wednesday muttered Rowan’s name over and over again but the bloodied kid wasn’t responding. 

“Wednesday, we need to go get help…” I grabbed tightly onto Tyler’s wrist. 

The grotesque murder scene wasn’t much of a scare to me. What truly took me aback was the wounds. They looked similar to what a Hyde could do. Similar, but not exact. I couldn’t say for sure it was a Hyde. It certainly wasn’t Tyler. I was here with him throughout the entire night. But he was a Hyde, and the longer he stayed next to the murder scene, the more he might draw suspicion and I can’t let that happen. 

Before I could get Wednesday to get up from Rowan’s side, she passed out on the leaves. I ran out for help as Tyler carried her out of the woods. The Harvest Fest ended in a catastrophic manner as Bianca called for Principal Weems. I walked to Tyler’s side after he dropped off Wednesday in the school staff’s care. 

“You and I, we didn’t see anything. Only Wednesday passing out in the forest, you got it?” I whispered, tugging on his sleeve anxiously. 

“If you say so… what’s wrong?” Tyler wrapped his arms around me, worried. I stood up on my tip toe, arms resting over his shoulder, pressing my lips against his ear shell to make sure no one else hear me. 

“The wound that large has to be caused by a Hyde. Even I know it’s not you, we can’t risk it. If there’s another Hyde out there, I will find them.” His arms tightened as I mentioned “another Hyde”. 

“Won’t Wednesday be a problem?” Tyler muttered. I could tell that this entire event was as unnerving for him as it was for me. The person that killed Rowan in the woods, whether it was a true Hyde in disguise or just a psychotic copycat who imitated the creature, could not be let loose. My instinct urged me to not just find out who it was, but to eliminate it, for Tyler. 

“Not necessarily. It’s alright.” I consoled calmly. In the worrying chatters from the crowd, I noticed a cold glare from the redheaded herbology teacher. 

Thornhill had been pinning me with her eyes since I walked out from the woods. I didn’t find her threatening, just rather vexing really. Though I wished to remain the harmless, meek little outcast most of the time, I wouldn’t shy away from snapping someone’s neck if they come anywhere near Tyler with a malicious intend. Something told me whatever she had in mind, she hadn’t given up on keeping Tyler on her leash. 

Wednesday woke up as Sheriff Galpin was called to the scene. She didn’t actually touch Rowan back in the woods. Without the blood as evidence, there was no trace that Rowan was even murdered in the first place. It was only her, and even she didn’t saw the killer in action. 

“Something killed Rowan! I saw his body in there!” Wednesday shouted with an unlikely erratic hint that was rare for her. “You must search the woods!” 

Given Wednesday’s intractable, Tyler’s dad and his colleagues was compelled to run a quick search in the woods, though their investigation was fruitless. Not even a body was found. As they came out empty-handedly, Wednesday’s relentless insist had only caused them to be even ore disconcerted. 

“You kids saw anything back there?” Sheriff Galpin asked, glaring at Tyler and me. 

“Just Wednesday. She was running and just fainted all a sudden. I thought she had low blood sugar or something.” Tyler shook his head. 

Sheriff Galpin sighed and walked away. Tyler was till looking at him as he joined the other cops back to the station. I knew he wanted to have a proper conversation with his father, but it didn’t seem to be half as easy as it used to be these days. Some times after Tyler’s mother passed away, I’d hear them arguing next door when I went to visit my father. If there was something our normie dads shared, would be their identical negligence towards their children after their wife were gone.

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When Daylight Fades (pt. 6)

Note: Apparently I forgot to change out the reader’s name in the last part but thank God the great Tumblr comes with an edit function so all is fixed and good again now. Huge apologies for the confusion! 

Background: Reader started having nightmares after one of the Coven member was murdered. Tyler began to understand the history of the reader’s past lives, parts that she wouldn’t normally tell anyone. The two shared a moment of intimacy until it was disturbed by a new little friend. 

Warning: murder, mental breakdowns

Part 1  Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 7

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Nights had a magical but ominous charm to them. It could either be filled with indescribable affection, or sinister-filled affliction. Sometimes, both of them. The moon shone through the sky like lights refracting on the smoothest black velvet. It was a true wonder to ponder how much the moon had witnessed in all of its existence. For the occults, it had a dire influence to it. For werewolves, it unleashed their inner beast. For me, it had took me down an aphotic stroll down the memory lane that I had locked up for a very long time. 

Nights of full moon were when we, wielders, held our traditional rituals. It was a time when the elders will gather in the Sacred Ground after putting the younglings to sleep. My mother was the leader of the Coven. I would ask her about these rituals as a curious child, and she would spell out all of these stories and histories about our ancestors in front of the fireplace in my room. Some were intriguing and some were morbid. I aspired that one day, I would also be in the midst of the rituals, protecting the village the way my mother and sisters did. 

“Y/N, we are the protector of the people. There will come a day when you have to bear this responsibility. The ways of a wielder isn’t just about flowers and songs. Sometimes, it’s about bloodsheds and sacrifices.” Her hand smoothing my hair from the top of my head. Even as a child, I was sensitive enough to see the pain behind her heartwarming smile. 

That was the way I was raised, placing the heart of my people over my own. And that night was supposed to be the same as every other, until I heard the deafening screams that dragged me out of my slumber. Even from afar, I recognised my family’s voice. They were not alone. I faltered out of my bed, making my way to the door. The panic rose the more I closed into the Sacred Ground. The ground was trampled and my people’s blood cried to me through every inch of the ground. The Sacred Ground was filled with strangers, armed with torches and pitchforks in their hands. 

And there they were, my mother and sisters. Their hands were tied to their back by what I was sure to be steel chains. Part of the chain wrapped tightly around their neck, eating their wicked way into my kin’s flesh. My mother’s scream pierced through the crackling sound of the fire below her. Their pain, so vivid I could feel it on my own skin. 

The strangers were celebrating. I didn’t understand the celebration of a massacre and the display of torture. I stood quietly behind them, petrified as if my feet had planted their roots through the stale ground. My mind was either empty or filled with too many emotions that it had lost its sense to comprehend what I was witnessing. 

A pilgrim turned around amidst their cold-blooded celebration. His eyes pinned on me like a predator to a prey separated from her flock, weak, vulnerable, inches away from reaping. 

“There’s one left!” His shout alerted those around him as they all turned to look at me. It lit up their face with a cruel euphoria. I should run. I should escape out of fear, but instead, all I could feel was a spiking sense of rage, washing over me like a tsunami. I was still in my own body, only barely in existence, but there was something threatening to takeover. And I let it. 

A glow, red as blood, reeked from my every pore, sweeping the entire village in an explosive storm. It flooded everybody and establishment in the matter of seconds. When I realized what just happened, exhaustion took its toll on my body as I gasped feebly for air. Under the clear moon, the village had been covered with a thin layer of red ashes, floating in the air aimlessly as they reached the ground. There was nobody left, but me. Not the pilgrims, not my family, just me. 

As the familiar weight of someone’s hand placed on my shoulder, I snapped my eyes open. I wasn’t in the village. Not anymore. I was right here on Tyler’s bed, panting with sweat damping my shirt. 

“I’m sorry if I woke you up… I thought you were having a nightmare.” Tyler quickly drew his hand back. 

“Don’t be. You were right.” I shook my head, sending him a faint grin. “It’s a nightmare.” 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He looked at me, clearly concerned with a deep frown on his face. I bit down on my lips, dodging his gaze with shifting eyes. Even back in the Coven, I almost never talk about my past traumas with witches like myself. It was a skeleton that I didn’t want to dig out from the back of my closet. However, Tyler didn’t seem to sit well with my silence. 

“Please, Y/N. You can’t just ran off and then come back in the middle of the night without saying anything about it. Whatever it is that you’re facing, I don’t want you to deal with it alone.” Tyler clasped my chin with his thumb and index, turning my face to him. Maybe he was right. Maybe I didn’t have to deal with this alone. 

“A girl from my Coven was just killed. Witch hunters, I believe.” I said, wiping off the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. “And I kept dreaming about the time… the time when the pilgrim killed my family.” 

“Your family? Isn’t your father still alive?” My words gave Tyler more questions than answers but that happened when we try to explain to others about the cursed life of wielders. 

“Not in this life. We… as wielders, carry the memories of our past lives onto the next one. Time doesn’t make it any easier to forget about that night...” My vision was blurred by the tears that lingered in my eyes. I wrapped my arms around my knees, hands shaking as my nails dug their way into my flesh. “...when they ran through my village and killed everyone I held most dear. It sounds crazy, I’m sorry.” I observed Tyler’s reaction carefully as I say it. I expected doubts and disbelief, but there was nothing but solicitude behind his turquoise eyes. 

“I believe you.” He held my hand in his, unravelling my fist and placed his thumb over the bloodied crescent wounds in my palm. 

“Tyler…” 

“Whatever you’re, whatever you’re afraid of, I’m here for you, even if you don’t want me to.” There was a strange charm with the sound of his voice, his touch, his presence. It made me feel whole… and somehow grounded in my existence more than ever. I buried my face in his wide chest, searching for the comfort that I’d longed for. 

A rapid tap on the window pierced through the silence in the room. Both of us snapped towards the window. There was no one by the window, but the sound was too real to be a folie a deux confusion. I opened the window as a hand sidled through the rim. It was a hand with no bodies attached to it. Stitches covered the surface of its skin, sealing the skin from the wrist. Even as a witch, it was quite an eerie scene. I’d seen cats, snakes, owls being the familiar, but a severed hand was otherworldly peculiar. 

“What the hell?” Tyler dashed from the bed immediately, shielding me to his back from the hand. 

“It’s okay.” I reassured as I bent down to take a closer look at the hand. 

“Hello there, little guy. What’re you doing here?” As if the hand had a mind of its own, it jumped slightly in shock, clearly wasn’t expecting to see me here. It moved on its shaky finger over to Tyler’s laptop, pointing towards it and opened its palm to us. The name “Wednesday” and her number was written in its palm. 

“Am I suppose to… call?” Tyler was still recovering from the shock. He looked over to me with a deeply disturbed expression. 

“I think that’s what it wants us to do.” I held out my hand and shared a light shake with the severed hand. 

Tyler opened his laptop and dialled the number on the hand. Wednesday’s face appeared from the screen. Her face was just as cold and imperturbable as I met her this afternoon. Wednesday froze for a moment as she saw me from the camera.

“So that’s why you’re never in your room.” Wednesday said with a flat tone. 

“Let’s keep it our dirty little secret.” I put my index over my lips with a cheeky and obscure smirk. “Would you be so kind to introduce your friend?” 

“That’s Thing. He’s family.” 

“I thought you refused to be the slave to technology.” Tyler scoffed, unsure whether to focus his attention at the laptop screen or the hand that was still ever so patiently waiting by his desk. 

“I have a favor to ask.” Wednesday didn’t seem amused by the situation. It almost felt like she was doing this in her absolute desperation. “The Harvest Fest is tomorrow. It’s mandatory attendance. My escape will take place when everyone’s distracted by the shameful charade. I’ll need a ride out of town.” 

Tyler exchanged a brief look with me. Much like Wednesday, I was not the biggest fan for the Harvest Fest. I didn’t mind celebration with a large group of people. If anything, I’d even find it enjoyable to be amidst of some ominous rituals, but the celebration of those abominable pilgrim’s arrival on this peaceful land was a whole different thing. One that I loathed to be a part of. Tyler knew it all too well, my utter disdain towards the Harvest Fest. The fact that it was a mandatory attendance was just the salt on the wound. When we were children, we’d spend the entire time hiding in the woods, finding mushrooms on the moist forest ground while the distasteful carnival took place outside. 

“I don’t see why not. I suppose we can give you a lift to the station, but you owe me one.” I took the liberty of holding Wednesday accountable for the favor she asked. If there was anything I held as my ultimate principle, it would be never doing any act of kindness without a price. 

“Good. I’ll see you then.” Wednesday quickly hanged up the call. The screen turned to absolute darkness once again. I looked to the side, where Thing was planning his quiet exit towards the window. Well, that was quite a great way to do something incognito. 

“I thought you didn’t want to go to the Harvest Fest.” There was a hint of amusement to Tyler’s smile. “Since when are you so keen on helping others?” 

“Don’t say it like I’m some heartless hag. I help you all the time. Besides, let’s just say I find her… interesting.” I raised an eyebrow. He was right though. I didn’t like helping people outside of my circle. That being said, I had a very small circle of people whom I was comfortable with. 

“Why? Am I not interesting enough for you already?” With a smug grin, Tyler’s hand crawled behind my waist, his nifty fingers danced over my spine. 

“Never.” I sealed his devilish look with a kiss.

@sarcastic-sourwolf​ @snips-501​ @gayandfairycore @o-the-o-grim-o-reaper-o​ @britteny69

[littleliquor]

When Daylight Fades (pt. 5)

Note: I’m still in the process of merging my plot to the original plot. It’s quite a challenge because I’m still trying to find a way to kind of alter the original plot without completely setting its direction astray. But I’m heading there. HOWEVER, though I have a good idea of how the story ends, it could either be a happy ending or a sad ending and I haven’t decided between them, yet. 

Background: Reader ran into Wednesday’s visit to Weathervane while receiving a deeply upsetting news that brought her to the verge of losing control. After the exhausting attempt to regain control, reader sought comfort from Tyler. The reader’s own history and trauma slowly unravelled as the story proceeds.  

Warning: light fluff (once again, I stopped right where it’s supposed to stop because I’m about as bad as a first time parent talking to their kid about the bird and the bee)

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I took a short detour into the town of Jericho for my usual afternoon coffee. Indulging in Weathervane’s over-roasted coffee scent had become a part of my everyday routine. I would sit for an hour, waiting for the end of Tyler’s shift. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my new classmate’s haste entrance into the cafe. Wednesday took no time to quickly spewed out her order to Tyler. Right in the untimely malfunction of the espresso machine.

“A quad over ice. It’s an emergency.” 

Before I could make a decision on whether or not to strike a decent conversation with Wednesday, my phone rang. 

Margery Calling… 

I picked up the phone, expecting the bright voice of the young apprentice. Instead, I was greeted by the low, clear voice of the Supreme herself. 

“Y/N…” 

“Just because I’m not picking up your calls, doesn’t mean you should call me on Marge’s number.” I interrupted her sentence with as much hint of annoyance as I could possible give out. 

“That’s not why I’m calling. Marge is dead.” Joy delivered the worst news I’d heard in the entire day. Without saying a word, my first instinct was to run outside of Weathervane. An overwhelming mixture of emotions engulfed the entirety of my mind, confusion, sorrow, rage… 

“How?” I rubbed my thumb over the nail on my middle finger, trying desperately to distract myself. That was when I realized my hands were shaking. A soft light glow bleed from my index uncontrollably. I shoved my hand inside my pocket frantically, hoping no one would catch my hysteria. 

Marge was only an apprentice, far too weak to wield her power fully. It was a little harsh of me to say it but she was an easy target. She was kind, perhaps too kind for her own good. I found her passionate, bright perspective with others to be annoying, but she could’ve been so much more. Marge didn’t deserve this. 

“Steel bullet to the heart. Apparently, she was tied down with a chain before her killer shot her.” Joy said, solemn and stern. Deep down, I knew she was worried about another witch hunt. It would be the worst nightmare for a lot of us. 

“Cowards.” I pursed my lips, trying my hardest to keep my voice from cracking. 

The killing of a wielder using steel chains and bullets was not a spontaneous murder. It was a deliberate, well-planned murder most often seen among witch hunters. With our information all over the internet, we had become more vulnerable than ever. 

A loud thudding noise from the cafe brought my attention back to the surroundings. As I turned back to the glasses, I caught the glimpse of Wednesday’s impressive stunt to take down three teenage bullies two times her own size. 

“Be careful out there, Y/N… I’m worried for all of us.” Joy took a deep breath. “Promise me you won’t go looking for whoever killed her.” 

“Joy, you need to warn everybody and fortify the Coven…” Before I could continue, I saw Tyler walking out of Weathervane towards me. “I need to go now. Later.” 

I slipped my phone back inside my coat hurriedly. The world of witches and warlocks were a more complicated and dangerous than people imagined. Tyler’s Hyde identity had brought enough on his plate already. He shouldn’t have to deal with my issues as well. 

“Hey, you don’t look so well. What happened?” Tyler pressed his finger gently in between my eyebrows. I noticed I’d been frowning the whole time. 

“It’s nothing really. Just some… family business.” I tried to smile at him. Somehow I made myself looking more nervous to him. 

“I’m off in a moment. Do you want to go get a burger and talk about it?” Tyler brushed his hands on his apron, asking carefully. 

My heart was racing but it wasn’t because of him. The chaos was slipping out of my control as my panic took over. It was screaming in every drop of blood that ran through my veins, enraging, threatening to burst out from my pores. 

“I… I actually need to tend to something. I’ll meet you back at your house, okay?” I left him a light kiss on the cheek and ran off to the woods separating Nevermore and Jericho on my foot. 

I sprinted through the wood full speed ahead. The rustling of the trees and the whistling of the wind accompanied my every hurried steps. It was sharp and loud. I couldn’t keep track of how long I’d been running but I didn’t stop until my lungs began to give out… or until I tripped over the long stretch of a tree’s exposing root. 

I knelt down on the ground, all fours pressing over it. The air was treacherous with a cold danger somewhere. But at this very moment, at least, I was all alone. The red glow that had showed its sheer presence before had grew stronger with a bright red color, now leaking through my whole body. 

I wished I could pretend that the death of my Coven member meant nothing to me. Reality was that it had brought back all the memories that I’d die to forget. My mother’s scream in the town square in the middle of the night, my sister’s cry as the flame from the pyre beneath them consumed them whole. Starting from the fabric of their dresses, until their voices stopped. 

They’d taken away my family once… They’d do it again… 

With a deafening scream, the glow swept through the woods around me in a violent storm. I managed to minimize the scope of its explosion at the last second, but the poor trees standing meters from me had all been turned to dust, drizzling in air like they never existed. 

I struggled to pick myself up from the ground while containing the chaos under my hold. I had always suspected that this youthful flesh was not enough to keep all the chaos under control. I only hoped it will ease up as I grow older. After the cathartic explosion, it felt as if I had exhausted my body. Every step seemed to be heavier and heavier. I dragged my legs towards Tyler’s house slowly. 

It was almost past midnight when I reached the Galpins’ front porch. Sheriff Galpin was out of sight, again. He took the truck with him. I lowered my entire body in utter lassitude, slamming my entire hand on the doorbell. As the door opened, I laid all of my body weight over Tyler, holding onto him by his shirt. Before he could tell a word, I pressed my lips over his in an ardent kiss, breathing in his scent until it filled my lungs and my mind.  

Tyler’s hands crawled along my spine to the back of my head, holding me even closer to him. With a small opening of his lips, I slipped my tongue into his mouth, enjoying, but not satiated by his reciprocation. I couldn’t stop myself from the intoxicating taste of him. I pulled away for a gasp of air, but he immediately caught up to me. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more, a lot more. With a soft moan leaving his mouth, we stumbled into his bedroom. @sarcastic-sourwolf​ @snips-501​ @gayandfairycore @o-the-o-grim-o-reaper-o​​​​

[littleliquor]

When Daylight Fades (pt. 4)

Note: Wednesday’s here! I know I said she was coming in part 5 but apparently pt 4 will be too short for my standard if I don’t include her here. I thought a lot about putting Wednesday as the reader’s roommate but I’m afraid I would ruin the amazing dynamics between Enid and Wednesday because I love them too much so this is how I’ll present it. 

Summary: Witch!Reader decided to train with Tyler on controlling the Hyde but she realized she might have become the Hyde’s master unintentionally. Back in the dorm, she met the mystery new student, Wednesday Addams, for the first time. Turned out Wednesday might not be that mysterious in the reader’s eyes. 

Warning:

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The woods around us did nothing to keep out the frigidness of the winter’s wind. The deeper we wandered into the forest, the colder it got. Tyler’s hand was far warmer than mine. He’d held my hand tightly inside the pocket of his coat. The solacing temperature was the total contradiction of the nervousness we shared at the moment. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Tyler asked. His lips were trembling, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of the cold or anxiousness. 

“It’ll be fine.”I answered stoically. 

I didn’t believe that the Hyde were uncontrollable beast who lived only for the mayhem and death. With Tyler’s temperamental issues deteriorated, I couldn’t bear to see him walking down a path that could destroy him. Joy was right. If I couldn’t understand him fully as a Hyde, both him and I would soon succumb to the taste for massacre that I had tried to left behind. 

“I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.” Tyler hadn’t let loose of my hand the moment we left the car. I knew the image of my first grave encounter in his captivities haunted him still. 

“You’ll never hurt me.” I brushed my knuckles over his cheekbone, taking a few step as he transformed. 

His eyes were the first to change. They turned from the dark, dynamic brown into a frantic amber shade, bloodshot with a frantic beastly madness. His skin, a shade of pale grey. His stature, tall, distorted with muscles that ended at his massive claws. His teeth, sharp as a blade with a yellowish roughness. The claw he once broke off in me had grew back wholly. As he had fully turned into the Hyde, a hint of Tyler was nowhere to be found in the terrifying creature standing in front of me. The reason why people feared the Hydes were obvious. 

The Hyde let out a grim, frightful roar as he turned around. His eyes focused on me, the only living creature in his sight. Yet, somehow, I didn’t get the fright as the prey to his hunter this time. Something was different. 

“Calm down, Tyler. It’s me, Y/N.” I held out both hands in front of me, approaching the beast in my utmost cautiousness. 

He stopped his low growling immediately. Steam escaped the gaps of his teeth with each breath he took. As the Hyde lowered his strong, clawed arms, I reached out carefully to touch his arm. His hands pressed firmly down to the ground, leaving a mark on the snow, but he didn’t move, not even a slight twitch. 

“It’s okay… It’s okay…” I mumbled, wasn’t sure if I was saying it to him or to myself. My hand made its contact with the sickly grey skin as I reached down slowly. He lowered his head, bringing his knees on the ground in the process. It took me a moment to realize he was nibbling his head against mine. My hand brushed softly over his teeth. His breath was hot��� way hotter than any regular human’s breath even in the snow. 

“Speak to me, Tyler.” My lips rubbed against his scorching skin. A low but gentle grunting came from the back of his throat, which was almost like his way of communicating. 

Suddenly, a deer hopped across a bush, making a creaking sound. Both of us snapped to the direction of the deer. With a primal roar, the Hyde’s instinct took him to chase after the animal. “No, Tyler! Come back!” I cried out vehemently. 

And he stopped. 

Tyler stopped his chasing and watched quietly as the deer disappeared into the depth of woods. With a low snarl, he dragged his gigantic limbs across the snow, back to me. Like an impossible link that connected me to the creature before, he did every order I’d said, without any hesitation. 

I straightened my back, approaching the beast with slow steady steps. 

But will you, will you die for me… 

“That’s enough. Bring Tyler back to me.” As my words dropped, Tyler morphed back into his human form, naked, panting for air. I took off my coat to covered his exposing skin. 

Neither of us had a clue how that happened. How I got the Hyde to listen to my every bidding. But now I did know one thing for sure, I could control the Hyde, for the malevolent or benevolent. 

I cupped his face to plant a light kiss on his forehead. “See, you didn’t hurt me, not even that deer.” 

As I attempted to help Tyler up, he wrapped his arms behind my hip suddenly, burying his face in my stomach. I felt his harsh inhales through the thin fabric of my shirt. It was a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin. 

“Tyler…” I placed my hand over his shoulder blade. 

“Don’t leave me… Not you too…” My shirt was tugged tightly in his fists behind my back. It was like he had turned into a child all a sudden, frightened and scared to be left alone. Even when we were younger, I had never seen him in such a state. He had always been my protector. I didn’t necessarily need it, only to him. At times, I suspected he was crying, but when he turned around to me, he’d put up the strong, big brother façade again. 

“Never. I promise. Never.” 

Ever since our training in the woods, I’d been staying in Tyler’s house more than I did in my own dorm. Part of it was to keep Thornhill away from him, partly was to keep a closer eye on his more sinister alter ego from the others. He didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, I realized he’d prefer if I stayed by his side at all time. That wasn’t up to me, unfortunately. I intended to fulfil my responsibilities as a student by attending to class, re-learning everything I’d already know. I didn’t need it but my father, or should I say, my current father insisted. The less time I spend in the dorm, the more I fell out of touch with the affairs and gossips that circulated the school. 

After my usual fencing practice, I placed the blade by my closet, weary from the movement. It’d never been my forte, physical combat. I preferred the chaos much more. Sadly, the display of power was strictly prohibited during practice. I threw my bag over my shoulder, ready for another night crashing Tyler’s place. As I opened my door, I ran into a gloomy, pigtailed girl, standing in front of my door, staring and observing without making the slightest of noise. The dark circles hanging below her eye socket was particularly distinct in the clear contrast of her sickish pale complexion. 

“Can I help you?” I asked, slightly caught off guard. She didn’t move an inch from me but neither did I. The tip of her nose was right in front of my lips. 

“I thought this room was unoccupied.” She said. Her tone was flat. It was obvious she wasn’t here to make friendly banters. 

“Evidently not.” I straightened my back. It was like an awfully uncomfortable stare-off. “You must be Enid’s new roommate. I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N.” 

I had never seen her in person, but there were all kinds of elaborated rumours and speculation about her transfer to Nevermore. 

“Wednesday.” Wednesday’s face remained an apathetically straight face as she took a step away from me. I understood how her reputation in school was coloured in such a grim, morbid shade, judging from her demeanours. I didn’t find it weird or unbecoming… Intriguing would be the exact description of how I felt about her. 

“Charmed.” I nodded, side-stepped away from her and closed the door behind me. 

Wednesday stood in front of my door, staring as I walked towards the stairs. 

“It’s nice meeting you, Wednesday.” I threw a meaningful wink at her as I descended the stairs. There was something about Wednesday that stirred up a strange interest in me. The energy that enveloped her was similar to an ancient clan of witches that I ran into a long time ago. It was a true tragedy, what happened to that girl, Goody Addams. 

[littleliquor]

When Daylight Fades (pt. 3)

Note: Wednesday’s coming in part 5 (posting later so stay tuned)! I figured out how to head into her story over my lunch break. This chapter is going to be a bit of a bonding time. A little lighthearted (or not?) Feel free to leave me a message if you want more :)

Summary: Witch!Reader receives an unexpected visit from her “Coven family” who delivered a word of wisdom that upset her. Tyler opened up about his anger towards his mother’s passing and outcasts. The two bonded over the treatment towards Hydes from the outcasts. 

Warning: 

Part 1   Part 2   Part 4   Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

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No one ever told me what to do when your sunshine in life became darkness. No one ever told me how addictive and how much I’d want it more as the darkness crept over him. Tyler was the light in this life to guide me through the clouds and shadows. But the more the darkness of Hyde became him, somehow I wanted more. I wanted more darkness, more shadows, on him and finally onto me. It felt as if a lifetime of bloodlust that lurked within me had finally gained its vicarious outlet.  

It started off as vengeance, when normies stormed into my village with flaming torches and pitchforks, killing my kins like lambs to their slaughter. So I hunted them down, one by one, until I was strong enough. Then I took their entire village same way they took mine, sparing no souls behind. At one point, I grew weary and fearful of what I had become. But then I began to enjoy it. Each life I took, I took joyously. The scream of the dying made my heart race and my blood boil. 

Until I met Tyler. For the first time in many lives, I remembered the smaller things that brought me so much happiness. Playing make believes in treehouse, skipping rocks by the river side… For once, I wanted to be normal, without the burden and the sickly urge to harm. 

Chatters in the quad were usual in the morning. What was unusual was the unsettling and worrisome atmosphere surrounding it. 

“Y/N!” Bianca waved at me to the fountain. “Where have you been last night?” Her clear blue eyes had concern written all over them. 

“I spent the night at Tyler’s. What’s wrong? Wait, you didn’t tell anyone I wasn’t here, right?” I lowered my voice. 

“Of course not! What kind of friend do you think I am? Haven’t you heard? Some kids were murdered in the woods last night. I thought you were one of them.” She showed me the news on her phone. 

“Can’t say I have heard.” I denied swiftly, frowning at the news content. 

Gruesome Murder of Four Teenagers Found in The Woods. 

“Speaking of, judging from your constant sleepovers, it’s safe to assume that your dates’ been going well?” Bianca’s lips curled up into a sly smirk. “I didn’t even know when you guys started!” 

“It was, dramatic.” I laughed dryly. Whatever happened in the cave wasn’t something you could just share to everyone. 

“Not the type I’d imagined you’d like but I’m happy for you.” Bianca shrugged, giving me a cheeky wink before walking to her class. 

At our herbology class, I couldn’t help but noticed that Thornhill’s eyes kept flowing to my direction, colder and colder with each glare. If I was an innocent teenage girl, her looks could send some proper chills down my spine. Luckily, I was not. 

“I heard you got closer to the sheriff’s son.” Xavier turned around to my desk, whispering in a tone which I could only identified as disappointment. 

“The rumour’s true.” I spun my pen in between my fingers with a carefree attitude, though deep down, I felt apologetic for dating the person who ran with his bullies. “I’m sorry what he and his friends did to you…” 

“No, it’s cool. I just want to… warn you. He’s bad news.” Xavier sighed, shaking his head with a bitter smile. 

“You do realize the more you tell me not to do something, the more I want to do that right?” I joked lightheartedly, hoping to lighten up the atmosphere. 

“I sure do. Just be careful.” He scoffed quietly. 

I went to the Weathervane after the fencing practice. Seemingly it had become a part of my daily routine to sneak off to see Tyler. Weathervane at the late night hour was about as quiet as a graveyard. As I walked through the door, his eyes shot from behind the counter. A big, stupid grin crept onto his face. 

“You’re late today!” Tyler leaned against the counter, beaming with my usual order in his hand. 

“Do you say that to every customer?” I gawked, brushing his hand while picking up the coffee. 

“Only reserved for my special VIP.” 

As I turned around, I noticed a certain familiar figure sitting at my usual booth, one I could never forget, as much as I wished. Draped in her tightly fitted leather jacket and six-inch killer stiletto heels. A wide grin pulled her red lips ear to ear as I reciprocated to her anticipating gaze. I let out a long, somber sigh, sitting down across her. 

“Joy, what are you doing here?” I pursed my lips together in an unconcealed annoyance. 

“Y/N, I’m doing fine. Thanks a lot for asking.” Joy didn’t not find my aloofness to be strange. I didn’t want to see her and she was well-acquainted with my disdain towards most members of the Coven. The idea of “big family” didn’t quite sit well with me. 

“You didn’t come all the way from Europe for small talks, did you?” I crossed my arms in front of my chest, leaning back to the chair. 

“I believe it would be even more torturous to you if my answer was yes. Luckily, no.” Joy swept her hair behind her shoulder, speaking in a volume only we could hear. “I’m here to warn you. I’m worried. I’d seen how hard you’ve tried to steer away from your history. I just don’t want you to repeat it. Being close to a creature of violence and darkness will only derail you from the path you’ve been building.” 

“I already told you, I know what I’m doing. I don’t need your lecture.” I said, stirring my coffe in a swift, clockwise motion. 

“Think about it. Centuries ago, you wouldn’t let yourself be in a crowd of normies without killing at least a few. Right now, you have the power to wipe out this entire town or turn them against one another in the blink of an eye and yet you didn’t. That was more self-control and determination than I’ve ever seen in a lot of witches. I don’t want you to let that all go to waste. I know you don’t believe you need any of us but…” Joy propped her elbows on the table, looking into eyes with a candidness that I didn’t believe. 

“Where were you when I needed saving? When they burnt me on the stake, I called for you. No one came. Now you expect me to believe a word that came out of your snake’s tongue? You have no rights to come up here in the first place.” I narrowed my eyes. In front of her, I could barely hold the rage that burned from the depth of my stomach. A rage that I’d been repressing for longer than I remembered. 

Joy opened her lips for a moment, but then decided against it. She sighed in dejection as she stood up from the seat. 

“Say what you want. If you need me, us, in anyway, you know how to find me.” That was the last words she left before the clacking sound of her heels headed out of Weathervane. 

I placed my palms over my face and took a deep breath to regain my poise. I knew Joy cared about me truly but I would give up the world before I give up on Tyler. I wondered if the path of darkness was the only path I could walk with him by my side, or could things be different. 

The moment my father found out about my abilities, I noticed the way he looked at me changed. I wasn’t the innocent little girl he nurtured, but a creature that sends chills down his spine the more I stayed under his roof. He didn’t desert his responsibilities, of course, no. He merely avoided anything more than that. 

I was left on my own for a very long time, until the Coven recovered me. They took me in like one of their own. Yet, none of their pretentious kindness could repent for their indifference when I called for their help at my demise, last demise. 

As I placed my hands back on the coffee, my eyes were met by a pair of turquoise ones. I jumped slightly out of shock. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I thought I saw you guys arguing over something. You look pretty upset there.” Tyler placed a freshly baked scone in front of me. Even the plate was lukewarm. The chocolate scent was enough to make anyone’s day. 

“It’s just some… family business. She means no harm.” I smiled dryly, poking the pastry with a fork. Tyler’s look softened when I mentioned “no harm”. Part of me was relieved that I didn’t accidentally murdered the Supreme of my own Coven. “Joy is the leader of my Coven. She just dropped by to see if I was doing alright in Nevermore.” 

“Not much of a happy kind of family reunion?” Tyler asked, fingers twitching lightly in a quiet, nervous disposition. 

“In case you haven’t noticed by now, I’m kind of the rebel in the family. Surely even my dad has talked to yours about just how much of a headache I am.” I shrugged. It didn’t bother me much that my troubling nature had been found rather unbecoming by many more around me. Not that I cared enough to change. 

“I might have overheard. Not to me though, you aren’t.” He gleamed comfortingly.

“Then you clearly don’t know me well enough.” I bit down on my lower lip. There were many secrets to a person that should never be uncovered. Some past were too grim to be heard of on this earth again. Tyler’s look lingered on me, searching for a non-existing sign that I was joking around. 

“I don’t want to pressure you. I think, when you’re willing to let me in, you’d be surprised.” He was reluctant to give up on pursuing for the skeletons I kept behind my closet, but my silence and unsettling did seem to worry him. 

“I could say the same about you. You know, therapist aren’t your only outlet. I’m always here if you need me.” My fingers danced along the veins on the back of his hand, expecting him to become defensive and withdrawing just as the first time I visited him after his mother’s wake. The image of him slamming the door with a stone-cold look was burnt in the back of my mind. At time, I stopped talking to him altogether to avoid agitating him further, in hopes that he would be in good hand with his father. However, it didn’t seem to be the case at all. 

Tyler didn’t shy away from my touch or my attempt to opening him up about his mother this time. He turned his wrist up, smoothing over my pulse point.

“I’m angry, had been since she was gone. He… uh, doesn’t want to talk about her at all. And you, you stopped talking to me for some reasons. Somehow, I’ve never felt more… alone.” 

“I thought you needed your peace when I visited after the wake. I’m sorry I didn’t come check up on you sooner.” 

“I did slammed the door… You have every right to keep the distance from me. I should be saying sorry to you. But that’s not what I was angry about.” Tyler shook his head. He was smiling but tears were glistening in his eyes. 

“Then what is it?” 

“You see, a while after she passed. Your teacher came to me, claiming that she knew the true reason why Mom made that decision. Mom used to go to Nevermore, but when she needed their help, they never gave her any help nor guidance. They were all too scared. Ironic, isn’t? Outcasts fearing another outcast. It’s their rejection and isolation that pushed her off the cliff. All her life, she thought that was a place where she belonged and it betrayed her when she needed them most.” As Tyler explained, his expression darkened with a ghastly shadow, cold, angry, almost sadistic. It was a look that I’d never seen on him before, except for the time when he looked at my bullies outside of Weathervane. 

“Fear makes people do things. As far as I know, several Hydes were accepted in Nevermore throughout its long history, until they were banned for being too violent, unpredictable and uncontrollable.” I pursed my lips in disapproval, having known far too well how fear makes the worst in people magnify in the most catastrophic way. “That’s a crock of shit. People fear things that they don’t understand, but they don’t seek ways to understand it.” 

I had gone through some readings about the school’s history for leisure entertainment. The accepting and inspection on the species stopped after a terrible incident inside the school. A whole hall student population was wiped out overnight as a Hyde lost control. They did nothing to help, simply keeping all Hydes out as if they never existed. I’d seen it far too many times. A fate like this often happens between human and outcasts. Luckily, outcasts built themselves a safety haven that was Nevermore. Casted out by outcasts? That was the true tragedy. 

“You think there’s a way to control… it?” Tyler’s eyes shot up to mine, gazing into mine with disbelief. 

“There has to.” I rested my face on my palm, reaffirming with a seething determination.

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When Daylight Fades (pt. 2)

Note: My gratitude if you sat through part 1 and even enjoyed it. :) But be warned, I introduced some more new characters in part 2 so if you’re not into that, be warned. I’m still figuring out how to bleed the storyline into Wednesday’s adventure in Nevermore but at this point since this story pretty much put a huge halt on Laurel’s plan, these are taking place before Wednesday comes in but it won’t be long. 

Summary: After setting Laurel’s plan astray, reader confronted her normie teacher after class. During her short journey into the town of Jericho, she ran into some bullies who were quickly stopped by Tyler, temporarily, and eventually permanently. As she grew closer to Tyler, she reluctantly admit that Tyler’s Hyde behavior had awaken something even darker in her. 

Warning: Murder, bully

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------------------------------------------------------------------------- When the first ray of sunshine peered through the window, my eyes snapped open, hoping no Nevermore authorities would find my absence. I pulled out a random hoodie from Tyler’s wardrobe to shield me from the chills of winter’s air and begin to make my way back, as quiet as possible to avoid waking him.

 Little did I know, Tyler was awoke the moment I left his bed. I heard the soft sound of sheets ruffling behind me. Before I could bid my farewell, he spoke. 

“What if I have grown to enjoy it, the killings?” Tyler’s cautious voice probing for an answer he was anxious to hear. I paused my footsteps, turned around to him. 

“Believe me, bloodlust is ever so tempting for some of us. The bliss when the light in one’s eyes faded away under your hand…  I know that better than you think I should. We just find something to ground on, to keep us from wreaking havoc. I wish I can tell you all about it. ” My index lingered on his lips. “You’re my anchor, Tyler. It doesn’t matter how many lives you’ve taken.”

Witches are multi-faceted occults. Some of us are seers, and some of us, like myself, a wielder. A wielder bears the unfortunate curse to carry their soul and memories into their incarnations. Remembrance is a dark destiny, one that caused me to be haunted by my own wrongdoings all through eternity. I’d taken lives, countless ones, and deep down, I enjoyed it like a mouthwatering concoction. Blood dripped down my fingertips and I savoured it on my tongue. Juggling my true nature, and the life I had in Nevermore was the true challenge. 

“And that’s a wrap for today, class. Don’t forget to hand in your reports first thing tomorrow. That’d be accounted for 50% of your finals grades.” Miss Thornhill closed up the textbook and dismissed the class. “Miss L/N, please stay for a bit.” 

I raised my eyebrows, shoving the books back to my bags and walked to the side of the auditorium as everyone exited the classroom. I stood patiently, hands held behind my back. 

“The woods are a dangerous place to wander off alone, Miss Moore. There are dangers lurking in the dark.” Miss Thornhill cleaned the blackboard, glaring at me with a cold side eye. 

“I can fathom.” I answered shortly with a welcoming smile. “And stealing in the wood is… particular, reckless.” Unlike her usual tone, suffocating with an uncomfortable amount of friendliness, her words were cold, cruel, I might even say. 

“I think, stealing anywhere, anything, ANYONE is unwise. Especially stealing from a witch… Unpredictable, volatile beings. I would suggest against that. After all, the consequence is often… unimaginable and perhaps, more excruciating than one could bear. ” I grimaced as I walked off. I could hear the despicable sound of teeth grinding behind her disgusting smile. 

After a day of class, I rushed to Weathervane for my quick fill of coffee. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a group of local Jericho teenagers that had been creeping on me as soon as I entered the town square. Though tempted to use my power to send these teenage delinquents back to their own lairs, I tried to refrain from showing my powers to the local townies for the sake of the school and my own sanity. I shied away from the main cross into an alley towards Weathervane, unknowingly sending myself straight into a bigot trap. 

“If this isn’t the local witch herself. Why the hurry? Running to curse someone?” The boy who seemed to be the leader of them whistled, cornering me in the alley. 

“As if you bunch of jokers are worthy of it.” I sneered, poking fun of them.

 Taking down a gang of local delinquents was no challenge to me. That being said, I didn’t appreciate a brawl with unworthy opponents. Their leader raised his hand for a straight strike to my face. Before I could counter him, a voice stopped their action. 

“Get away from her! Or do I have to call my father?” Tyler grabbed the guy by the hem of his shirt, who stumbled a couple steps to regain his balance from falling to the ground. The boys exchanged a look with one another, leaving the alley mumbling something inaudible under their breaths. 

“I was away for a moment and you got yourself into all these troubles.” Tyler sighed with a comforting smile, patting the dust off my shoulder. “Did they hurt you?”

“I’m perfectly fine to protect myself on my own.” I rolled my eyes playfully. 

Tyler put his arm around my shoulders as we walked into Weathervane. I noticed his gloomy stare that followed the bullies who walked towards the Pilgrim World. It wasn’t just a resentful stare, but one that could make anyone’s blood run cold. When his eyes looked at me, it was warmer than the sunshine itself. The change was so quick that I thought I had mistaken. 

“The usual?” He asked with a warm grim, heading to the counter. “You know me.” I winked. 

The scent in Weathervane was one that made me feel at home, filled with the calming aroma of fresh-brew coffee and bakery goods. Watching my childhood best friend’s tall silhouette rushing behind the counter was another icing on top of this comforting cake. 

A familiar sound rang on my phone. 

The Supreme needs to talk to you -Margery 

I tabbed my fingers swiftly across the phone. Tyler came back with my coffee and sat down across the table. 

“So, um… I’m thinking if maybe you want to come over tonight? There’s this new show I think you’d really like.” He asked sheepishly, fingers fumbling with one another. 

“Oh, I have some assignments due tomorrow,” As soon as Tyler heard my sentence, I caught the despondence in his eyes. I smirked devilishly. “If you don’t mind me multitasking during the show?”

“Sure!” Tyler’s face lit up like a kid who just got his candy. “But I’m going to be a little late today. Can I pick you up at 8?” I nodded. His hand squeezing mine in a warm grip under the table, gleaming like an idiot. 

I dialed a number on my phone as I walked out of Weathervane, a name that could only mean troubles and business that I dreaded to see. 

“Y/N, what a decent surprise.” Joy’s voice came from the other side of the line.

 I could imagine that old hag clicking her long, painted talons on the marble of her little throne. 

“Aren’t you the one who wished to speak with me?” I scoffed wryly. “My statement still stands.” I tapped my feet on the ground impatiently, waiting for her to cut to the chase.

“Some of us had reported that you’d been in contact with a Hyde. As harmless as it might seem, Y/N, I must warn you of the danger of a witch bonding with Hydes, especially given to your legacy. It is particular unwise unless it is your desire to repeat what you’ve once lived. I know how hard you’ve worked to lead a different lifestyle. I merely wish you know what you’re doing.” For once, Joy’s usual pesky playfulness faded into complete seriousness. 

With each wielder’s lives logged into the Coven records, we were all made aware of our own histories. Mine was not exactly a clean ledger. 

“Don’t worry yourself.” I pursed my lips, dismissing her concerns coldly. 

I stood by the gates of Nevermore, hands digging in my pockets for warmth as I waited for Tyler. The wind whistled through the forestry that crowded the side of the road, taking with it the loose leaves on the ground in an ominous tango. I could’ve sworn I could smell the distant blood tainting the air around me. 

“Sorry, got a little caught up during closing.” Tyler’s voice and the sound of wheels crushing the wilted dry leaves slashed through the silence. 

“I was starting to wonder if something happened.” I chortled, slamming shut the car door. 

“Sorry, I should’ve called.” Tyler said. He dodged away from my gaze and refocused on the road. He didn’t come here from work. I could smell the fresh shampoo and shower gel but underneath it, the stench of blood, except it was not his own. 

I laid against his shoulders, eyes switching between the show playing on his laptop and the report on my own. His hand rested on the side on my lap. It was just like the old days when I would come to his house and struggle on elementary schoolwork together. The woman in the show shrieked as the werewolf transformed in front of her. It was a werewolf show where the werewolf hunted down the group of campers slowly, one by one. 

“Do you think she’ll leave him if she knows how many people he’s killed?” Tyler’s eyes were fixated on the screen on his laptop. I was unsure if his question was directed to the show or something else. 

“Not if she truly loves him.” I answered mindlessly, words rolled out my tongue easily. “Is there something you wish to tell me?”

 I felt his muscles tensed up under my question. His face turned towards me, flushed like a child busted on doing something he shouldn’t. 

“I…” I watched as he stumbled on his words, raising my eyebrow. “I took care of the kids this afternoon.” Tyler phrased his words in a careful tone, though I immediately caught up to the true meaning. “They won’t be bothering you anymore.”

 Silence fell in the room as I finished typing the last sentence of my report. He stared at me nervously, waiting for a reply. I shut down my laptop, matching my eyes to his eager ones. 

“I just want you to know that you can tell me anything with full honesty. I would never look at you any other way no matter how much blood is on these hands.” I held his hand up to my lips and planted a soft kiss on it. “I mean it.”

Thank you for doing what I should’ve done... 

Tyler pushed me into his chest with a warm embrace. The closer I leaned in, the more I could smell the blood. I didn’t want to admit it but, 

How I’ve yearned and missed the rusty, sanguineous stench... 

“Please don’t leave me. I love you.” He buried his face in the curve of my neck, words turned into soft air blown against my skin. “Tell me what to do, I’m yours…” 

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Pairing: Tyler Galpin/Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: AFAB reader, manipulation, light d/s

Summary: Tyler can’t have Wednesday, but he might still be able to have you

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When Daylight Fades (pt. I)

Note: I changed the plot, like quite a lot so there’s the warning. I also borrowed Scarlet Witch’s power for the OC because I have an undying love for Wanda. 

Background: You’re a local Jericho townie who was later submitted to Nevermore in your early adolescent age. You had been a childhood best friend to Tyler, who had been protecting you as a child. As a witch, you were reborn with all memories of your past lives as a ruthless witch with a taste for violence and murder. You discovered your childhood best friend chained up in the cave. 

Warning: Blood, mutilation, murder, 18+ light fluff (because I suck at writing the intimates) 

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The circular formation at the cave entrance was a deadly venomous trance, luring, warning passerbys. The sounds of dragged chains against the the sandy, rough ground echoed from inside the cave grew more violent by the second the closer I apprached the cave. 

“Tyler?” I called out softly, cautious of what the cave had prepared for me. Fear grew strong in the depth of my heart, dragging my guts down with a heavy nauseousness. 

A growl answered my call. Behind the beasty violence, I could swear there was a hint of mournful pain. It sounded familiar, but distorted. 

Ivory bones made a crispy creak under my steps. Inside the cave was full of bones and remains which I could only boldly and honestly assume to once belonged to a mixture of animals and humans. When I looked up, a large pair of eyes matched mine. Coloured with anger and violence, they were almost popping out of the creatures’ sockets. Its limbs, tightly locked in the cuffs and chains that were secured inside the cave. 

The creature welcomed my presence with an alarming bellow. Its teeth almost bit into my shoulders if I didn’t shield myself with chaos. 

“Tyler?” I asked. I wished I could say I was uncertain but I knew exactly who was standing in front of me, even in the form of a vicious beast, the witch’s eyes could always tell behind the visage. 

The creature’s motions paused upon hearing my calling. Those massive eyes looked down slowly with confusion. Its claws lowered, wrapping over its head as if it was in a massive headache. Seemingly the sound of Tyler’s name had made its influence. A somber bellow came from its throat. Fear was eating me alive in the back of my mind but I couldn’t bear to leave. Despite every instinct that urges me to ran away, I closed in to the Hyde. 

“Tyler! I know it’s you! Please, it’s me! I know you remember me… You know who you are…” 

A brittle bone cracked under my steps, making a huge sound that spung between the Hyde’s breathe and me. Startled, the Hyde’s claws went right through my chest. A sharp, piercing pain swept through my entire body. My legs had lost their ability to support my torso. Yet, without another thought, I held the creature’s claws inside my open wound with chaos, stopping it from pulling back its arm. Its teeth was inches away from my face but it was merely screaming, struggling to pull its arm back. It could’ve been so easy for it to chomp down on my face and I wouldn’t even have the power to defend myself but it didn’t. 

“You can tear me to shreds but I’m not leaving you here…” I shouted as hard as I could but somehow all that came out was a weak, faint whisper. I touched the creature’s skin, trembling. 

A tear fell from his massvive eyes as he slowly transformed back into the timid, scared redheaded teenager of my memory. A claw broke off inside my chest during his transformation. Without the Hyde’s hold on me, I immediately collapsed to the ground. I only noticed now that my clothes were drenched in blood, clinging onto my skin with its rusty scent. 

“Y/N!” I fell into a warm, strong pair of arms as Tyler caught me before my body hit the ground. “Y/N… I’m sorry… Stay with me, please.” 

As my visions threatened to fade into total darkness, I held my hand over my wounds to seal them up and stop the bleeding but the broken claw stopped the worst wound from healing. Tyler’s concerning gaze met my eyes. 

“Ty… Do me a favor, would you?” I smiled weakly, holding onto his arm. His skin was burning hot comparing to mine. 

“I’ll do anything for you… Just please don’t die…” He panted, his thumb grazed over the side of my cheek. 

“Get this out of my chest…” I grabbed his hand and put it over the claw. As his hand touched it, the slight movement of the claw inside my flesh almost sent me straight to coma. “Just pull it out.” 

“Okay… Okay! On the count of 1… 2… 3… and…” As he pulled out the claw, I screeched in the excruciating pain that took over my consciousness. I tried my hardest to seal up the open wound as fast as I could, ignoring the river of blood that poured out from the wound. As the red glow ran through the wound, my flesh grew back with a smooth texture as if it was never injured. I let out a relieved and exhausted sigh before I was almost suffocated in a tight embrace. 

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know what was happening, Y/N.” Tyler’s warm tears dripped down from my neck to the hem of my shirt. I had never seen him like this, not since his mom’s passing. 

“I know.” I pat his back gently, comforting him despite my absolute physical exhaustion. “Let’s talk about it later. We need to get out of here first.” 

A scarlet glow enveloped the handcuffs on his wrist. As the metal crumbled, the gushing scratch wounds on Tyler’s wrist exposed to the cold air. Before I could contemplate what torture he had been through, he picked me up by my arm and rushed back to his house. The barren wind of winter that cut sharp on my bare face was scathing but nothing compared to the dwelling pain that burrowed itself deep in my chest, like a drill that made its way in my flesh and bones. Tyler was quick on his pace. Running with the burden of my body weight didn’t seem to slow down his speed. I knew I wasn’t running much on my own as my legs lost their strength to move a slight inch. I clinged tightly on his torso like the last saving straw. 

By the time we arrived to his house, my consciousness was barely existing, struggling to balance between the pain in my chest and what sheer mobility remained in me. As I plopped down my lifeless frame on his bed, I curled up my body in a futile attempt to restraint the pain and keeping my powers under control in Tyler’s presence. Naturally, all healed wounds would cease to cause any discomfort as far as I have experienced, but something was wrong with the wound in my chest. 

Tyler hadn’t left my side since we got back. His face, deeply shadowed by guilt and worry. Despite his concerns, he was at this wit’s end as to ease the ache that plagued me. 

A slight doubt arose from my mind: when the claw broke, its fragment must have been sealed within my heart without being fully extracted. I rose my hand over my heart. 

“Y/N, stop! What are you doing?” Tyler frantically held onto my wrist to stop me from hurting myself further. 

“No… Something’s in there. I’ll be fine.” I covered his hand in my palm, biting down on my lips harshly to hold back my screams. 

As the red glow grew brighter under my skin, the tip of the broken claw broke out of the healed skin. Tears of pain flowed from my eyes to my ears. Gasping feebly, I quickly healed the open wound before the opening became a fatal breach. The broken ivory claw laid on the sheets, tainted in a dark red shade of my blood. 

“Tyler…” I mumbled under my breath. My eyelids had finally become overburdened by the blood loss as they slowly shut. “Don’t leave me…” 

“Never…”

Before I could hear the whole of his words, I faded off into the darkness. 

Tyler’s face was the first to made its way in my sight when I opened my eyes. He fell asleep on the rim of the bed. His brows furrowed into a worried tangle. His hand covering mine in a firm grip even in his sleep. The blood and the claw was nowhere to be found. I’d also been changed to a clean, way oversized T-shirt. The pain was gone, leaving only a hint of tiredom dwelling. 

“Ty,” I couldn’t resist the childish urge to ruffle up his messy locks. As my fingers ran through his hair, he opened his eyes wearily. I chuckled softly. Without another word, he pulled me into his wide chest. 

“I thought I lost you.” Tyler muttered through my hair, his lips brushed over my earshell lightly. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know what is happening to me…” 

“It’s alright. I’m still here, alive and breathing.” I comforted, pulling away from his embrace. 

“You shouldn’t be near me… I’m a monster…” Tyler sobbed. I couldn’t help but notice his eyes, bloodshot with exhaustion and sorrow. 

“You’re not and I’m not going anywhere.” I leaned in closer to him, putting my palm over his shaking hand. “What happened there? Who locked you up?” 

“It was a teacher from your school, Thornhill. She told me the truth about my mother. She said it was only to help me understand my power, but then she came in with all these… injections… Forcing me to pledge myself to her…” 

“Did you?” I bit down inside my cheek, withholding an unsettling feeling. 

“I almost did…” Tyler tightened his grip on the bed sheets. 

“Almost?” 

“She got a call and left before I could say anything… Don’t you understand? I could’ve killed you back there! I’ve killed people and I could  hurt you again!” Tyler shouted. His trembling voice didn’t conceal the hint of fear, for himself. 

“You can never hurt me.” I slid my finger along his jawline, onto his chin. 

“Remember when the mayor’s son kept coming to my house and threw stones at me? All my life, people, kids had been scared of what I am. All they saw was a what, but not a who.” I raised my hand. The red glow danced between my fingers. “You were the only one who stood up for me. You told me there was nothing wrong with me. You were the reason I made it to this day. You were there when I needed you the most and I’m not leaving you now, as hard as you may try.”

Tyler gazed into my eyes deeply. Before I could mutter another word, his lips crashed onto mine in an impetuous kiss. They were soft, his lips. It took me a moment to realize what was happening. The boy I used to play catch with in my backyard, the boy who used to build pillow fortress with me during sleepovers, the boy who was kissing me now. My arms tightly clasped in his embrace. His kiss was fervid, primitively violent like a beast, unlike how I’d imagined a million times. I pulled away, gasping hastily for air, unsure of what was happening but it was almost addictive. The look of his eyes dimmed with deject. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what had gotten into me…” I sealed his apology with another kiss, tracing one hand along his spine and pressing his head closer to me with another. I felt his arm wrapping tightly behind my waist as he pushed me down onto the mattress. Tyler’s kiss etched along my neckline, down to my chest, where his claws once punctured through, and lower. I wrapped my leg behind his hip, allowing the night to be indulged in a dark yet irresistible passion.

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hey there. i just want to share a story about girls who claim to be feminist, but deep down really only use it for the label and to spread female chauvinism. i also want to talk about people who think their partner deserved the rape. and my friends who refuse to be on my side, bc they’d rather be friends with a rapist than deal with drama. sorry if i ramble, but the “#metoo” thing on FB makes me want to talk. many years ago my abusive ex boyfriend raped me. my current boyfriend at the time told me i deserved it, because i had cheated on him with my ex before. i still feel terrible about the cheating, but the rape was real and i did NOT deserve it. anyway, my now ex forced me to stay friends with my rapist for the sake of “the group”, which includes a female i have known for a loooong time. she strongly started calling herself a feminist a few years ago. i started to notice, however… she only talks about feminism when a man doesn’t want to be with her, or when it looks good on fb… and she was not there for her “sister” when i thought i would be able to count on her, when i was verbally assaulted by my rapist for THE LAST TIME and she called the cops on ME.  it started out with a party on NYE. i had spent a week having anxiety attacks preparing to be around my rapist, for “the sake of the group”. my feminist friend, who knew he was an abusive psycho and also my ex… was on her knees basically stroking his dick in front of the entire room.  so, i went off to smoke with another friend. i was already tipsy, and used to pretending to be my rapist’s “friend”, so i didn’t really care when he wanted to smoke too. he basically brushed the girl off of her to come upstairs and smoke with me and an old friend, who also knew about the rape. my rapist was really drunk, like the time he raped me .. and ANGRY… and was screaming top volume about politics in my face. all i kept saying was “please, lets change the conversation i don’t want to talk about this”… he continued yelling, i asked for THE FIFTH TIME “___, can you PLEASE stop? you’re making me really anxious”, and i showed him my shaking hands. he knows i have a panic disorder. i wanted to leave, but he was blocking the door. my male friend just sat there and let the fight happen, didn’t stick up for me or even bother to say “could you shut up?”. as soon as my rapist saw my hands, he got really in my face and SCREAMED, “YOU KNOW WHAT??? YOU’RE JUST A STUPID FUCKING BITCH!!!”. He always verbally abuses me at parties and when we dated, but this time was the last. I went to throw the content of my drink on him, but he lifted his arm that was holding his own drink. As I threw the liquid content, his glass clinked into my glass, and split his lip. He knew what had happened,an accident. but, before I could even blink he was running downstairs telling everyone I stabbed him with a shard of glass.  before my “feminist sister” could ask if I was “okay” or “what happened??”, she had already called the police and told them her friend had been assaulted by me! so the cops come within ten minutes, which everyone blamed ME for btw, bc my rapist couldn’t have walked down the street and said he slipped on the ground and called the ER himself. instead, my “feminist friend” decided it was her duty to call the cops!! so my rapist went outside to the cops and bold face lied to them… he told them i started it all and attempted to brutally mutilate him. luckily my rapist heard me say, “this man has done things to me in the past that i could have called the cops on but didn’t” i also had a voicemail saved of him threatening to rip my lungs out and kill me in case i really needed to show the cops what this guy was like. so, even though the rapist stuck to his story, he told them he didn’t want to press charges. when i came inside everyone was angry at ME for disrupting the party before the ball dropped. nobody cared that a grown man had screamed in my face that i was a stupid fucking bitch, whilst not letting me leave the room. my friend who was in the room during the fight literally said, “he was screaming at you, but you shouldn’t have let it escalate to that.” so i still basically deserved it. nobody cared that the “feminist” had called the cops without even warning ppl to hide their weed, and that she or my rapist was the reason no one saw the ball drop. my ex boyfriend who told me i “deserved” the rape was there, and gave me evil glares all night….. i thought for sure my feminist friend would at least apologize after i ended up freaking out and screamed to the room what he did to me in the past, and that it was “THE LAST TIME” bc i was “SICK OF GETTING ABUSED BY MY ex/RAPIST”. i cried for about twenty minutes solid while she just stared at me and continued to laugh and party with my ex that told me i deserved it, whilst flirting with him! i have been having flashbacks about that night and the rape ever since Jan, and now I know that no matter what… even when the biggest feminist at the party finds out her friend is a rapist… that they will remain the rapist’s friend until the end of time. Because, I “deserved it” and was being “dramatic”. So after that I have been having a lot of trouble trusting “feminists” who act like they care so much, but only when it suits them… I think feminism is great, but I’m just so angry and I want to confront her. I want to let her know that what she did was a move against the feminist cause, even if he was hurt … she didn’t even ask if I was okay. Usually for a girl to toss a drink on a man, the man did something to warrant it. I didn’t say anything negative to her, though… for “the sake of the group”. Then she stopped following me on social media a few months ago, completely out of the blue… knowing damn well we are going to be at parties together again. Why would she do this on top of everything else? I never called her out for ppl saying I ruined the party, when she almost ruined my life if I had gone to jail. I am not wealthy like her, i wouldn’t have had bail money… and I should not have had to face punishment ONCE AGAIN due to my rapist. I have such mixed feelings. I would love to go around calling myself a feminist, but I’m literally afraid of the word thanks to all the female chauvinists, and my in real life experiences. I know I should look for new friends, but it isn’t easy in a one square mile town where everyone knows your name. On top of it all, my rapist’s sister went around town calling me a “rape crier”. so, it really hurts when I finally stick up for myself, and once again IM the bad guy! I have PTSD from the rape, and this just made it all so much worse. Do you have any words of advice? Or tips on how to figure out who the real feminists are without having to be attacked by a male IRL first? Or how to get people to understand that it’s not okay for men to scream that women are stupid bitches to the point where they are having a panic attack? Should I just accept that most people suck, and stop talking about it? I worry that every time I make a post on fb about rape or abuse, someone is sitting there thinking… “liar. slut. she deserved it.”, even though I never mention my story or that it happened to me. I want to put myself out there. I want to post “#metoo” statuses, but it seems like in this world if you actually get raped instead of just a slap on the booty at a bar, you’re being “dramatic” or “lying”, or at the very least are questioned about it.  . I feel sometimes like women are worse to each other than men. I just don’t know what to do and I feel so fucking alone, even though I’m happily married with a man who knows i didn’t deserve it…. he doesn’t understand the pain and the flashbacks and daily morning panic attacks. I want friends who don’t sympathize with rapists, and feminists who are what they say they are!!! I don’t know if this was the right type of content to submit to your blog, I just really like your posts and you seem to offer good advice. I’m sorry my story is so long… Thank you so much for taking the time to read it <3

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I can’t tell you how frustrating it is to have been in the queer movement for 20+ years, to have studied queer theory, to have contributed to you potentially enjoying the rights you have today because I was part of a groundswell of lobbying and direct action in the 1990s….

…to have a 15 year old who’s spent maybe 8 months being political and has never inquired about queer history anonymously message me, “EXCUSE ME QU**R IS A SLUR LMAO OMG EMBARRASSSING AN aCTUAL ADULT WHO THINKS IT’S OKAY TO USE QU**R!~!!!!”

Dude, we are a slur. Queer folks are a slur to conservative straight people. Everything we are will be used as a slur by everyone who hates us. Gay is a slur. Lesbian is a slur. People will try to use all of our words against us. Don’t fucking let them get into your head to the point at which you’re telling actual queer people not to use the words we’ve used to unite ourselves and empower ourselves for decades.