#AJAX Assignments Help

[mooishbeam]

『♡』 Losing Game

♡ featuring: ajax x f!reader

♡ summary: simmering feelings boil over as you're confronted by the man you hate the most; tartaglia, your boss. wc: 3.1k+

♡ cw/tw: afab, degradation, humiliation, creampie, squirting, light choking, sadism, throat-fucking, cum play, fingering, overstimulation, brat taming, mind break, pet names (doll, baby)

notes: hiii, the positive response from the last one motivated me to get this done just in time for Fontaine. kinda long this time so sorry abt that. ajax my beloved <3 art by sonomi_rap5 on twitter comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Working for the fatui wasn’t easy in the slightest, especially when you aren’t on harbinger status. You were sent on long, grueling tasks only to be met with loose interpretations of gratitude and sometimes silence from the higher-ups, in which most wouldn’t even glance in your direction. Pleasant beginnings became a sour afterthought, and your perception of the fatui changed drastically. Your grievances, however, weren’t helped by your quick-witted snappy attitude and competitiveness; Presumably why you ended up under the division of Tartaglia. You assumed a binding contract from the capricious redhead wouldn’t mean much, but that was quickly proven false.  

You'd rather climb every mountain in Snezhnaya than spend a minute talking to that airhead. He was instructed to keep a watchful eye on you during missions despite the competence you demonstrated. It was insulting. Anything he did you could do better. It’d been proven multiple times from the petty challenges you created. How much water you could drink, how long you can stay up. You won every time. How could you not hate him? His feigned ignorance and careless flirtations were enough to drive you mad. “Please, call me Ajax” he’d say, winking. The simpering smile he gave you after every comeback shot daggers in your pride. What made you particularly furious was the incessant drum of your heart whenever he was near you. The warm autumn morning that was his hair. The cool still waves his eyes sent to your core. You couldn’t fall for him, or else he’d have one up on you. You had to be stronger than that. You quelled your stress in a tattered journal gifted years ago. 

“Hey, comrade!” His bubbly tone makes knots in your stomach, and you choose to stay silent. You’re hoping this mission will go without a hitch, as long as he doesn’t get in your way. Ajax lets out a teasing whistle. 

“Yeesh, tough crowd.” As you’re collecting the items needed for the deal, he rocks back and forth on his heels directly in front of you, absent-mindedly watching. 

You whip your head to face him, “You can’t see I’m doing something right now?” 

“Oh, I see what you’re doing. But this isn’t entertaining.” 

“Unlike you, your majesty, I have no choice but to be perfect. I apologize if that’s not exciting enough for you.” You retort with sarcastic curtsy.  

“Haha! You’re always a pleasure to be around, (Y/N). My faithful, kind-hearted companion.” he said with a taunting wink. You're beyond flustered, haphazardly stuffing the remains in your bag and lugging it over your shoulder. 

“Let's go.” You say lazily. He follows closely, arms crossed behind his head. “Calling me like a dog, how romantic.” 

“If you don’t want to be called like a dog stop acting like one.” 

“You could at least give me a treat if I'm gonna be your dog.” He looks at you, making his best impression of puppy-eyes. You bite back a few choice words, and glare at him instead. He isn’t fazed by this and flashes a beguiling smile that makes your ears warm. Glancing at the weight you’re shouldering, he comments, “You sure you don’t need any help with that?” 

“No. The last person I need help from is you.” 

You and Ajax regroup in an alleyway deep in Fontaine’s bustling city. You are assigned to retrieve a rare gem for one of Pantalone’s elaborate schemes, and you quickly prepare yourself for this interaction. Ajax studies you, leaning against one of the walls. 

“Can’t you be a little nicer to your superior? If it wasn’t for me, you’d be in a lot of trouble half the time. You’re welcome.” You scoff. “I don’t know why you’re here in the first place, I have no problem doing this on my own.” 

“I’m sure. Don’t mind me, Ms. Independent.” A sly smirk crawled up his face. “Fucking asshole” you mumble under your breath. “I didn’t catch that. Can you repeat it?” 

“I said you’re a fucking asshole.” After a few moments of silence, Ajax grips his chest in feigned agony. “Ouch. I’m gutted!” 

Just as you're about to leave, he snatches your wrist, now only mere inches away from your face. His hand gently brushes away the strays of hair on your forehead. “There you go, doll. Gotta be perfect for your debut.” A whirlwind of emotions strangles your ability to think clearly, you pull your wrist away and start speed walking, attempting to gather yourself before you get to the jewelry store. 

You enter the empty store and are immediately confronted by the jeweler. 

“Good afternoon, ma’am. Do you have an appointment?” You proclaim your business and appointment under a fake identity, posturing yourself as wealthy. “May I see identification please.” Of course, you say. As you’re looking through your purse you notice something: there’s no identification here. Surely you weren’t that negligent over something so simple. You rummaged through the other compartments, trying to stay calm in front of an increasingly concerned jeweler. But it’s not there. How is this possible. Your nerves are heightened and the anxiety of failing the mission starts to creep in. “I made an appointment with Lottie; she’ll be able to provide reference. I believe I left my passport at home.” The jeweler seems slightly disappointed. “Unfortunately, ma’am, I am not allowed to present any gems without identification.” Your heart beats faster. “Well, sir, I’m very busy and I’m afraid this is my only chance to close on this item. You wouldn’t want to push away a well-paying customer.” 

“I have no choice in the matter. If you have no proof of identification, I must ask you to leave.” Should I take it by force? You thought, thinking about the next possible option. As you’re about to handle the rest physically, the door swings open. Ajax comes up to you, placing his arm around your waist.  

“My love, were you able to get the gem we were discussing?” You’re annoyed, but you improvise and look at him as if he’s the love of your life. “Not yet, dear.” Suddenly, he places a plush kiss on your lips. You’re stunned and speechless, filled with anger and wanting. 

The jeweler interjects. “And are you the husband? Would you happen to have any identification.” 

“Yes, sir.” Ajax pulls out a passport and fake birth certificate unbeknownst to you and begins to close the deal. The rest of the meeting you sit speechless. 

“Thank you for your patronage.” are the last words you hear as you leave the store, Ajax guiding you with his hand. You’re silent the whole way back to your room. 

You turn your bag upside down and begin looking for the mismatched documents. All while Ajax stares at you expectingly. You ignore his presence.  

“So... how about a ‘you’re welcome?’” 

“For what.” 

He lets out a mocking laugh. “For what? I don’t know, maybe saving your ass back there? You froze, and you were unprepared, Ms. Independent.”  

“I wouldn’t have forgotten it if it wasn’t for the obnoxious bullshit you did this morning.” 

“That’s dishonest, I wasn’t even talking!” he pretends to be hurt. “Admit that you need me.” 

“Fuck off.” 

“No.” His light-hearted inflection vexes you and makes it hard for you to focus as you read through the mountains of pages in your folder. 

While your head is down, Ajax comes across the tattered notebook just peeking out from under the bed. Storing the months—no years—of feelings you had regarding the fatui. Regarding him. Some time passes and you finally raise your head, met with the horrifying reveal of him skimming through the journal, mischief coating the deep void in his eyes. You spring up and reach for the book but he’s faster, grabbing your arms and pinning them above your head. 

“This is really good stuff... really good.” You shout profanities over and over, anything to get his attention away from the book. But he continues to read as if you’re not there. When he’s done reading, he lets you go, and you instantly try to swing at him. Before you can land a hit, he grabs you by the throat and stares into your soul, almost as if he’s trying to swallow your being. 

“You’ve been acting like a little fucking brat all over a crush? Not very big girl of you.” 

“I know you think you’re beyond charming, but I promise you don’t have that effect on me.” 

“Really? Let’s play a game then.” He knew you’d accept just to beat him at anything. 

“If you don’t cum by the end of this journal, I’ll apologize for everything. I’ll do whatever you want. But if I win-” he steps closer to you, “You have to do everything I say.” 

You almost burst out laughing. Such an easy challenge, how hard could it be? 

You're panting, trying your hardest to focus on the words that seemed to melt off the page. Your back lays comfortably against his chest, with his legs keeping yours spread. 

“Next page, baby.” 

“Don’t call me that.” Your words are lenient and breathy. Your underwear is still on, but Ajax’s fingers are covered in your slick, playing with the erect nub just enough to make you fuzzy. “You look like you’re tapping out.” 

“This? This is nothing” You respond meekly, continuing the reading.  

“I can’t help but have fe-elings for himph.”  

“There’s some nice things about me in here, why aren’t you always like this?” He says, circling and dipping into your gushy folds, smearing the glossy mess all over your vulva. You try so hard to read the letters, squirming from his touch. The sensation pulsing from your clit to your brain made you incoherent; the more you move, the more he moves. The contents of the journal are humiliating, detailing your romantic and sexual attraction towards Ajax, and your attempts to stifle these feelings. He was getting a kick out of seeing your flustered face stammer over his appearance. He plays with the precum glazing his fingers, widening them to watch the trail it left. Only two more pages left. 

“I-I-” You couldn’t get through the first sentence on the last page. Your thighs are trembling, and your pussy began to twitch. “Uh, s-shit. Ajax, wai-.” He trails his fingers over your clit spelling his name, then pushes two inside, fighting back an amused grin. “You’re almost done” Teasing in your ear. You bite back the moans threatening to escape; at the very least you couldn’t give him that satisfaction. He watches you fall apart, shaking more aggressively before your body gives in and you cum on his fingers.  

“Uh oh, that’s unfortunate.” You try your best to catch your breath, but he rides out your orgasm, making you subconsciously grind yourself into his palm. Then you’re struck with the reality of losing. He licks his fingers clean, eyes rolling back from the taste. “So fucking good, does being a bitch make you taste better?” You were too embarrassed from the loss to retort. “You won.” 

“I did.” He lifts you off the bed and onto the floor, your legs still recovering. He hikes your shirt up, trailing kisses up your stomach until he gets to your nipples. He flicks and sucks one while kneading the other one, occasionally biting the slightly bruising flesh. “Not gonna moan for me, huh baby?” 

“Not in the slightest.” You rasped. He smiles and blows cool air on your tits, sending a rippling feeling down your back. “That’s okay, you’ll give in.” 

Ajax unbuttons his pants, and they drop in front of you. Unsheathing his thick throbbing length, drooling with desire. His balls are full and heavy, and as you look up at him his eyes are clouded with lust. The pretty freckles that dotted his arms and chest are much more visible now, and so are his battle scars. He breathed in deep, "take care of this for me, yeah?” You wanted to say no and say fuck this; but there was another side that wanted him desperately, that needed this.  

You force your jaw open to accommodate his size and push yourself halfway on his girth, feeling his cockhead hit the back of your throat. Once you feel like you got it in, you slobber all over his cock, dampening his balls and begin to bob your head. You stroke with one hand and massage his sack with the other, leading to a breathy whimper from him. “Ah fuck, feels good. Suck it slow, slut.” You begin to move faster while cupping his balls, obscene noises leaving your sopping mouth. You have tears running down your sweating face trying to keep up with the vigorous movement of your tongue. You feel him throb a few times, his moans and grunting getting progressively louder.  

“Need more” is all he says, putting one of his legs on the bed and grabbing both sides of your head. Before you can register what’s happening. Ajax pushes your head onto his cock until your nose reaches his pubes. He lets out a breathy sigh and starts throat fucking you with an animalistic grip. The gagging and spit noises echo off the walls, along with his continuous whimpering. You wanted to hate him, but your blood was buzzing, and your panties were drenched. “Shut up and take it” followed by broken fuck’s and yes’s. He threw his head back, hair slicked and torso gleaming with sweat, “look at me.” You reluctantly look up, addicted to his passionate expression. “I want you looking at me when I cum.” You grip his thighs, and he twitches a few times before spurting white, thick cum down your throat. He pulls out slightly to drag his semen over your lips and then taps it on your face, holding you in place.  

“What are you doing? Clean me up.” he husked. You clean him up without complaint and lick your lips, forced to maintain eye contact with him the entire way.  

In one swoop, Ajax picks you up and throws you on the bed, eager to get your underwear off. “You proved your point, stop being an ass" you slurred out. The room was intoxicating, all you could smell and feel was him. He takes your panties off, spreading your pussy to watch the slippery puddle dribble down your thighs. He shoves your panties in your mouth, “Fucking liar, I know you like it. Can’t taste how wet you are?” He aligns himself with your aching hole, keeping your arch steady with you bent over. Shoving his cock in, moaning from the feeling of your body perfectly molding for him. Ajax starts moving at a rapid pace quickly, his big slender hands tightly gripping your ass. The sound of wet sticky skin slapping together and the squelching from your core made you shudder. It was all too much; you have been teetering on an orgasm since you went down on him, and the way his balls thump your clit make you quiver.  

“Whiny brat. Just needed to be fucked good to shut up, yeah?” he groaned through his words. Tears were coming down your eyes now, you can’t tell if he’s edging you by accident or on purpose. But right now, you’d do anything. He turns your head to face him, gazing at your tear-stricken face. “Aww, you cryin’ for me?” He stops to kiss and lick your tears, delighted by your tenderness. Taking the panties out your mouth, he brings your body flush with his and continues to pump inside with you looking at him.  

“So sweet all of a sudden, where’d that attitude go?” The morals you had for moaning went missing and mewls and soft whimpers began to leave you. “Let it out, baby.” You’re suddenly babbling please’s begging for him to let you have it. “Pathetic, can’t even get off on your own. You need me that bad?” You nod repeatedly, dangerously close to your release. He had a dark look in his eyes and a sinful smirk. “Yeah? Okay, you’ve been so good.” He reaches down and starts to rub your clit ceaselessly, kissing your cheek. Your whimpers become loud shaky moans and he finally lets you have it, shockwaves going through your body as you’re dissolved into pleasure. You pulsate through the explosion, jello-brain and boneless as your cum leaks down his thighs. Just as he pulls out and flips you over. You’re dizzy and drunk off him, legs shaking indefinitely from the intensity. Then he puts it back in. “You can take one more, yeah baby?” Your overstimulated and violent shaking wasn’t enough for him to stop. He wanted you ruined. He keeps going, grabbing your face to kiss you deeply, tongues intertwining with each other. He feeds you deep strokes, tip prodding your spot every time and watching as your tits bounce. You throw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You have no thoughts, only his name rings in your head. You can feel the coil inside you winding up, pleasure beyond the searing pain of your swollen pussy. He looks down at you and smiles.  

“Look at me." You can’t hear anything at this point, not even the sound of your own voice. So, it’s a pleasant surprise when your voice carries his name, “Ajax, Ajax”, chanting as if he’s your god. “Fuck. Gonna cum. Let it out. baby” he says grinning. You’re clamping him so tight and throbbing until you ultimately shatter with him, releasing a stream of squirt onto him and the sheets. He bucks into you, letting out thick spurts, panting heavily as he watches you in disarray. You instinctively hold on to his arms, trembling uncontrollably as you try to search for breath and ride it out. You’re completely hysterical and sobbing from the emotion it ripped into you. You were in shambles and Ajax couldn’t help but smile out of happiness for what he caused. “I’m so sorry.” you say repeatedly, eyes shut and lined with tears. He got closer to wrap you in his arms, and you cling to him for stability. “It’s okay, I’m here for you.” 

You didn’t want to talk about it when you woke up. You were hoping he’d be gone, and therefore wouldn’t have to deal with the humiliation. But there he was, watching you sleep just as the sun rose. His ginger hair danced with golden flecks of light, and he looked at you like you were the only person on Teyvat. 

“Creep.” 

  “Good morning to you too, baby~.” 

[the-massive-simp]

KINKTOBER - DAY 11 - mdni!

character: Childe

prompt(s): step siblings, voyeurism

warnings: masturbation(male and female), childe has a porn channel, he's a pervert, somnophilia but he doesn't touch reader uhh I think that's all (let me know if i missed anything. reader is female.

a/n: hehe. HEHE. this leaves things to your imagination, but I'll definitely write a part two for this one sooner or later. I'm a sucker for stinky perv childe ugh😔

kinktober masterlist here

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You've heard Childe mentioning he had a "part-time job" multiple times, which wasn't an unusual thing for university students. You knew it probably wasn't one of the big old classic jobs, like waiter or cashier, since he could do it from his room, but you thought that maybe he reviewed other students' assignments, edited videos or pics, or something like that. Surely, you didn't expect him to post porn videos.

It felt wrong to look at his channel, but you couldn't tear your gaze off it. The more you scrolled down the site, the more wrong you felt. You truly shouldn't be doing this. He's your stepbrother! The nice son of your mother's new husband, who always helps you with your assignments. The good cook who makes sure you've eaten and offers to come pick you up from your uni lessons. You knew you should have closed the tab, turned off your computer and tried to forget everything, but your eyes were glued to the screen, lips parted in shock. As you accidentally clicked on one of his videos and opened it, you couldn't help but notice how thick and long his cock looked. And how the pet names that slipped from his lips as he stroked his cock were the ones he usually used for you.

Wrong. It was wrong. But why did it make you feel so hot? Guilt couldn't stop you from bringing your hand down to your shorts, slipping under the hem to reach your panties, slowly rubbing circles on your clit. As he stroked his cock faster, sultry moans spilling from his lips, mixed with praises and degrading, you reached for your hole to find it already wet, the rush of adrenaline coming from doing something strictly forbidden adding to the pleasure. You slipped two fingers inside, curling them to rub against the spongy spot that made your toes curl.

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Ajax, or Childe, as his friends called him, often thought about you, his darling little sister. That's just what a good sibling does, right? But the way he thought about you would have made you run away from him.

Oh, how he wished he could bend you over and fill you with his cock every time you wore one of your little skirts. How his mouth watered at the sight of your pretty body lying, shirt riding up your tummy and tight little shorts doing nothing to hide the outline of your pretty pussy. How his dick ached as he pulled it out of his sweats, rubbing it to your sleeping form, that video quickly becoming the most viewed on his channel. Every time he pushed his steps to your room, just like now, he hoped to find you sleeping, or maybe changing, just to steal a peek at a portion of naked skin.

But today was the luckiest day ever. He stilled just before entering your room, an unusual sound startling him. He couldn't believe his ears as your soft moans reached them, his eyes widening, amazed. With one hand he slowly pushed the door open just enough to peek in, the sight inside rivaling his dirtiest dreams. You, lying back on your bed with your laptop open beside you, two fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, perfectly on display for him. He smirked and opened the door.

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You matched the pace of your fingers with the one of the hand stroking the thick cock on the screen, and it didn't take long for you to feel your climax building up. As your pussy began to flutter around your fingers, a small whine escaping from your mouth, you felt the door of your room open, and the cheerful voice of your stepbrother reached your ears.

You quickly tried to cover yourself, telling him to get out and don't look, but it was to no use.

"Hey, I was wondering- Oh? What's going on here? Didn't know you were a fan of mine. I would have offered you much sooner the real thing."

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I THINK TARTAGLIA IS A BOYFRIEND THAT WORRIES..

(ramble. warning: kind of yandere taru?)

ajax has faced the worst of the worst from an early age. he knows that all it takes is one slip to land in shit. even if you are an entirely capable person, he still frets over you.

if you leave the house, he makes sure he knows where you're leaving, and what time you're going to be back. if you're even ten minutes late, you find him pacing at the doorway as soon as you walk inside. his dull blues soften as he rushes forward to wrap his arms around you. you're bombarded with questions— what happened? did you go somewhere else? was someone bothering you? you think he's a hypocrite. he leaves for months on end for his harbinger duties, yet panics when you aren't home right when you said that you were going to be?

his worried are eased when you pull away to procure a little container of cookies that you had purchased from a street vendor. you had seen a newer shop, and just wanted to give the older woman running it your support by getting some baked goods to share with your beloved.

"..so, do you want to see if these cookies taste like shit?"

surprising him is impossible. when you forget to tell him where you're going, he always manages to find you. if you're at the marketplace, he approaches you from behind to wrap his arms around you. and you would be mad if you didn't feel the brief trembling in his stature. so much for buying him a gift for his upcoming birthday.

"..tartaglia," you scoldingly begin. "go home."

"why?" he asks, almost unable to conceal the upset in his tone. are you angry with him? do you hate him now? d—

"because, i'm trying to buy you something!" you exclaim, turning around in his embrace to lightly plant your palms against his chest. "so, go home. if you spoil the surprise, we're so over!"

"y— yes!" there comes back that timid stammer from childhood. he always thought it was ironic to be dubbed tartaglia. 'the stutterer,' in translation. "i'll make.. dinner while you're gone."

with a chaste kiss pressed to your cheek, he hurries home. ..but, not without assigning a fatui agent to ensure your safety. he can't help but worry, you know!

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Distorted.

Pairing: Yandere!Dottore x Reader (Genshin).

A Grab Bag Commission For A Very Lovely Anonymous Commissioner.

Summary: With the help of the Akasha system, Dottore strives to keep you happy and docile and, most importantly, unaware by his side.

Word Count: 1.0k.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Unreality, Slight Gore/Blood, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, and Obsessive Behavior.

“Do you think Ajax is free?”

Dottore hummed thoughtfully, pressing his scalpel downward and severing a measured length of small intestine from the greater mass. With time to spare and the patient he was extracting his materials from long-dead, he took a minute aside to note the patches of scar tissue lining their internal tissue on a blood-spotted journal, to test for unusual viscosity or durability that’d have to be accounted for in his research. It was a minor study, something that would’ve been handed off to a younger branch of himself not yet ready to play a hand in more dire schemes, but due to the intervention of a certain archon, he was forced to carry out more of his own grunt work than he had in decades. Not that he minded getting his hands dirty, of course.

Especially when the same archon’s nation had given him such a lovely lab assistant to keep him company while he worked.

“Planning to replace me, little mouse?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten. It’s your own dinner party, for the Tsaritsa’s sake.” He heard you sigh in mock exasperation, then again – your frustration more genuine. You were sitting at his desk, working away at whatever little task you’d assigned yourself, the ring of blue light encircling your head pulsing brightly. It was his own handiwork – a version of the Akasha system he’d been able to maintain even after returning to Snezhnaya. He had no idea where you thought you were, what you thought he was doing, what you saw through those clouded eyes, but he knew you couldn’t be here, in his dark, cluttered lab - couldn’t see your beloved husband, the man who you’d crossed half of Teyvat to stay with, elbow-deep in a vat of disembodied organs and viscera. That was what interested him most about your experiment, really. It was one thing to wonder how you’d react if you ever found out the man you loved had such grisly pastimes. It was another, to watch what lengths your mind would go to just to substitute your reality with a more palatable fantasy. When it suited him, he could play a more involved hand in your fabrication, make himself into a hero or a villain or something else altogether, but most days, he was content to let you create your own daydreams. You were the most obedient when you could make him into exactly what you needed, that day.

“To celebrate your return to Snezhnaya,” You went on, as he piled the segmented pieces of a malformed liver onto his scale. “Pierro says that you haven’t been holding up your social obligations. I know it’s not customary, but I thought it’d be nice to invite another Harbinger – so you don’t have to suffer a room full of noblemen and merchants alone.”

So you were aware of his status as a Harbinger, today. More often than not, you treated him like a neighborhood doctor, or a traveling scholar as far from home as you’d found yourself. Sometimes, he was a low-ranking diplomat, or a medic you could welcome home from the battlefield, but you rarely acknowledged him as something so dangerous, something so far above yourself. It must’ve been the occasion. It would’ve been hard to deny who he was when you were sending out the invitations to a Harbinger’s event.

On that note, he abandoned his work, positioning himself on the opposing side of your desk. He was already smiling – it was difficult not to, when you were in his position – but his grin broadened further as he looked over your half-finished guest list, your attempts at calligraphy scribbled across what little scrap paper you could find. “I believe Tartaglia was sent back to his post in Liyue last week.”

You pursed your lips. “Pantalone comes with good company.”

“And he charges market-price for every precious second of his time. You wouldn’t want to bleed me dry, now, would you?” You tilted your head to the side, pretending to consider it, and he let out a breathy laugh, rounding the table and settling behind you, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders. “There must be an alternative.”

“Well,” You tilted your head back, your smile now matching his own. “It has been a while since I’ve heard Columbina sing–”

“Anyone but Columbina.”

“I write Pantalone a letter tonight, then.” You allowed yourself a moment to bask in your own self-satisfaction, leaning back in your seat and allowing your gaze to drift – first to your lap, then to your shoulders, where the blood and viscera coating your hands was beginning to soak into the fine ivory silk of your sleeves. There was a flash of repulsion, a sound not unlike a half-choked scream, and then you were shoving him away, your expression only growing more pained when he refused to move. He felt something tighten in his chest – not quite fear, but pure, zealous excitement. Had you, somehow, managed to break yourself out of your trance? Was there a flaw in the Akasha system he hadn’t accounted for? How much would you force yourself to forget, overwrite, warp and distort into something loving in the coming hours if you saw him for what he was, now?

“Zandik.” The sound of his name on your lips was to die for. He leaned down, pressing nipping at the corner of your jaw, and you groaned, brushing him away. “I’ve told you not to touch me while you’re painting. Look at me – it’s going to take ages to get this out of my clothes.”

Oh. Painting. How adorably quaint.

How adorably wrong.

With a sigh, he leaned down, pressing a fleeting kiss into the corner of your neck. You crossed your arms, sulking, but allowed him to. It wasn’t as if you’d be able to refuse. “Forgive me, darling.”

He straightened his back, watching red seep into white and begin to stain.

“I’m sure you’ll forget all about this in no time at all.”

[cinnamonest]

how about delinquent childe x student reader…

BULLY AJAX BULLY AJAX

Literally the textbook example of “he's mean to you because he likes you and doesn't know how to express it!” thing.

From your perspective as another student in your small little town, you know he's a bad kid because of his notoriety with the school's parents. Each tells their kids to stay away from that boy, that no good will come from associating with him. You hear your parents mumble about how much they either pity his parents, how hard it must be having such a problem child, or chastising them, playing armchair psychologist as they theorize how a kid can turn out like that and wagering that it must be the parents’ fault somehow.

He ticks all the boxes that sets stricter parents into a frenzy — a history of arrests, smoking and drinking and skipping classes and failing grades. They all say they've seen that boy going double the speed limit on the rural roads, stealing alcohol from local stores, and how he put so-and-so who lives down the road's boy in the hospital, and gave so-and-so from church's boy a black eye and a broken leg, and how that teacher he attacked in eighth grade got a concussion so bad he's never been quite the same since.

But you know how awful he is firsthand, anyway. For whatever reason, unfortunately, you're picked to be his favorite victim. With other kids, it's all casual and opportunistic, getting into fights and finding amusement in tormenting others when he's bored and an opportunity comes, but for you, he goes out of his way to make your school life suck, from the time you're kids.

It's not until someone says it — maybe he just likes you, you know? — that you consider it… but even so, it reaches a point where you find it difficult to believe, and regardless, you don't care, you've come to hate him regardless of motive.

It's not like he's someone you'd date anyway, seeing as he's… well, not a good person. You like to think you have some strict standards of caliber of personal character.

The only thing that gives credibility to the theory that he's being affectionate is just how constant it is. Normally, bullying is largely opportunistic — they take opportunities when they arise, but it's not as common for bullies to go out of their way to find their victims, or if they do, not often.

Ajax, on the other hand, is a perpetual menace — to you, at least, even if his behavior towards other people mimics the pattern of normal bullying. But with you, it feels like every waking second of your life, he's dedicated to coming to find you and torture you.

Then there's the nature of the bullying — when you were little, it was tugging on your hair, tearing apart erasers and throwing the little bits at you from across a room.

The older you get, the more sensual it gets — groping you when he passes you in the halls, grabbing your tits and ass and then running off before you can do anything, snickering all the while. Crude gestures directed at you just to see you squirm. A few terrible drawings and scribbles depicting you naked and lewd passed over to you disguised as a note signed by a friend, to which you open with multiple people looking over your shoulder… only to crumple the thing and throw it away, trying not to give him the reaction he wants, but he's always smiling in amusement anyway.

The teachers are aware and have acted accordingly — they ensure you're never close to him in seating arrangements, never assign you two together for projects. But all their efforts mean little when he's still seeking you out. He finds you at lunch, in study hall, after school, on any sort of special field day, at sports games, just to torment you with teasing and taunting and touchiness, stealing your things, embarrassing you in front of others.

But at the same time, well, you can't help but notice that part of the reason is because he's friendless, his nature has made everyone dislike him, even the other bully kids. He doesn't hang out with the other “bad kids,” because the “bad kids” have a sense of respect for each other, bully only outsiders, whereas he can't help but be a menace to everyone, so any social group he attempts to enter loses cohesion when he messes with everyone. He's long since been driven away from any social circle, even other problem kids and bullies. You're his victim, but you're also the only person he really talks to.

You suppose you feel a little bad for him, but it doesn't come close to justifying making you miserable. Nor can you forgive him for ruining your clothes — you've long since noticed, to your dismay, that he's around you so much that the cigarette and alcohol smells that permeate off of him, have transferred to your own clothes, if not outright have smoke blown on them... not to mention little burn marks on your skirts where he puts them out on the fabric when you're not looking. As if some sort of cruel punishment, that you have to be constantly reminded of him even at home.

Bully Ajax who gets pushed over the edge when some new kid arrives at school and starts talking to his…

…Well, his something. Maybe not a girlfriend — you have to have slept together to truly be that, right? — but still his, some way, somehow. Everyone knows that. That's why everyone else leaves you alone.

It catches him totally off-guard — he goes to the classroom where you normally eat lunch (you've migrated there over time since everyone avoids you because of him anyway, and even if you sit alone in the cafeteria, he'll find a way to publicly embarrass you, so enduring secluded torment is easier), and lo and behold, he stops in his tracks, nearly tripping over his own feet at the sudden pure bewilderment of seeing you with someone else.

He's frozen stiff, mind blank and halted in thought like a computer error screen, trying to process, eye twitching as he watches from a distance.

Some boy that just strutted right into this school and thinks he has the right to go talking to you, sitting with you? Some guy he doesn't know?

Why are you smiling like that? Why are you laughing at whatever he just said? What did he say to you?

It's immediate, all-consuming, blind rage. A cold, bitter feeling that spreads from his throat to his chest all throughout his body, that makes him clench his jaw and kick at the ground all the way home. No point in staying the rest of the day, not when he has walls to punch and pillows to tear apart and plenty of seething to do.

And you, you're so enamored and happy with this new guy that you barely notice the absence of your biggest menace over the next few days. You're in too much bliss to notice him sitting in the back of your classes, bitterly glaring at you, hands curled into fists. Too focused on your new boyfriend (who does ask you out as such, and everyone — everyone — quickly learns about the status between the two of you) to notice you're both being followed wherever you go.

He knows where you live. Small town and all. He knows when your parents are gone. He knows when you're home alone.

Ajax is not the brightest bulb in the box. Not one to think of complex solutions. He tends to just do things very straightforward, to simply act in the most direct way possible. Combined with his total lack of impulse control, this makes for a ticking time bomb on a very short fuse, an explosion waiting to happen.

He can settle the matter with the only thing he's really good at — violence.

He's not sneaky about it either, actually quite upfront. You don't even notice the car pull into the driveway, just jolt at the sudden banging on your front door, and go still in bewilderment when you swing it open to find him of all people standing there. He doesn't give you an opportunity to say much of anything before grabbing you by the throat and shoving his way inside, dragging you through your own house as you gag and choke and flail, throwing you down on your own bed, holding you down with brutal force.

He's always been the sort of bully to find amusement in your torture — always smiling and laughing. You've never seen him genuinely angry like this. You whimper and try to push him back, but it only makes his fingers curl against your chest even harder.

He's already got the aftermath images of your boyfriend to show you. Unconscious and beaten to a bloody pulp, so swollen and disfigured he's nearly unrecognizable, red and purple all over his face, laying in a ditch somewhere.

Why are you crying? You haven't known that guy for very long at all. Not as long as you've known him. You've known him longer, he was there first, you should care more about him, you should know better than to talk to someone other than him — he treats it as a transgression, that you've betrayed him, done him some great wrong.

Which, you have, to him. Here he's invested so much time into you, and you stab him in the back like this? All that time, effort, and affection he's put into you, it's socially understood to be proclaiming you're his. Everyone else clearly understood that. You've violated a social contract of sorts, one that clearly says that he had laid claim to you, that you're his.

And you probably slept with that guy too, didn't you? Why aren't you answering? Did you? Did you? No, it's not “none of his business,” as you spit back at him, it is his business, it's you, and you're his and so anything you do is his right to know. If you don't answer, he'll choke you out until you do. But he knows you did, so even if you say you didn't, he'll just do the same until you confirm the answer he knows is true.

So you did. Let someone else get to you before him. Slept with someone that isn't him when you knew full well he wanted to.

You're lucky I don't fucking kill you.

That's what he says into your ear, when he's ramming into you so hard your headboard keeps slamming into the wall, fingernails digging into your flesh. That he was there first. That he loved you first. That you had no right. That you're a whore and a little bitch and you knew exactly what you were doing — yes you did, you fucking knew, don't lie to me — by cheating on him with some loser, and that if he didn't love you so much, if he wasn't so merciful, he would kill you for this.

You probably did it on purpose. You wanted to get back at him for that really bad thing he did to you a while back, maybe, or maybe that other really bad thing he did another time. You wanted to make him mad.

Maybe you wanted this, even. Wanted him to do this to you. Yeah, that's the theory that makes the most sense to him.

Right. You wanted to be “official” or whatever it's called when people are publicly together, which of course means they've slept together. Everyone already knew you were his, but you wanted to take things further. You just have such an indirect way of doing things. You know, you could have just invited him to come sleep with you. But you have to do everything in such convoluted, needlessly indirect ways. Girls are so frustrating sometimes.

Regardless, this is what it takes to get you to acknowledge what you both know to be true — that he's always owned you, really, you know that, everyone knows. Once you wake up, he'll have to go over rules with you from now on about not talking to other guys. Of course, now that you're all passed out, he'll wait in bed for you to wake up, because he's a good boyfriend. He'll just smoke to pass the time... you won't mind a some ashes in your bedsheets. Probably.

Now he'll just have to stay by your side even more, ensure you don't get the chance to act on your urges ever again, since you seem to have trouble with impulse control. He’ll be sure to preemptively beat any new male students half to death as soon as they set foot on campus and tell them to stay away from you. You know, precautionary measures.

[codemerything]

A structured way to learn JavaScript.

I came across a post on Twitter that I thought would be helpful to share with those who are struggling to find a structured way to learn Javascript on their own. Personally, I wish I had access to this information when I first started learning in January. However, I am grateful for my learning journey so far, as I have covered most topics, albeit in a less structured manner.

N/B: Not everyone learns in the same way; it's important to find what works for you. This is a guide, not a rulebook.

EASY

What is JavaScript and its role in web development?

Brief history and evolution of JavaScript.

Basic syntax and structure of JavaScript code.

Understanding variables, constants, and their declaration.

Data types: numbers, strings, boolean, and null/undefined.

Arithmetic, assignment, comparison, and logical operators.

Combining operators to create expressions.

Conditional statements (if, else if, else) for decision making.

Loops (for, while) for repetitive tasks. - Switch statements for multiple conditional cases.

MEDIUM

Defining functions, including parameters and return values.

Function scope, closures, and their practical applications.

Creating and manipulating arrays.

Working with objects, properties, and methods.

Iterating through arrays and objects.Understanding the Document Object Model (DOM).

Selecting and modifying HTML elements with JavaScript.Handling events (click, submit, etc.) with event listeners.

Using try-catch blocks to handle exceptions.

Common error types and debugging techniques.

HARD

Callback functions and their limitations.

Dealing with asynchronous operations, such as AJAX requests.

Promises for handling asynchronous operations.

Async/await for cleaner asynchronous code.

Arrow functions for concise function syntax.

Template literals for flexible string interpolation.

Destructuring for unpacking values from arrays and objects.

Spread/rest operators.

Design Patterns.

Writing unit tests with testing frameworks.

Code optimization techniques.

That's it I guess!

[phia-myth]

Can you talk about Modern AU Patrochilles? ^_^

i would LOVE to.

like i mentioned before, achilles is an amputee. he lost his right leg when he was pretty young.

achilles and patroclus grew up together. their dads have been best friends ever since their uni days. at the start of the story they’re queer platonic partners, but eventually they develop a romantic relationship

antilochus is their best friend who has to deal with third wheeling all the damn time

achilles has gifted kid burnout syndrome. his dad expects him to pursue his talent in sports and his mum expects him to go into politics or philosophy (which, like in ancient greece, is an important career). he, however, wants to pursue music

patroclus has the opposite issue. he’s just sort of drifting with no real goal. he ends up falling in love with the dog shelter community service he’s made to do after he gets into a fight with hector

speaking of, the story behind that is that patroclus provokes hector after the whole paris/helen/menelaus drama (i’ll get into it if anyone asks). they get into a fight and hector. one fight later and patroclus gets out lucky with a concussion, a suspension, and a community service charge.

achilles overreacts and starts tweaking and beats the absolute shit out of hector. he literally chases him for like three blocks and kicks shit out of him. if his mother wasn’t thetis and he wasn’t basically a child prodigy, he would have absolutely been arrested.

he was mostly tweaking bc when The Boys™️ (odysseus, ajax and menelaus) showed up, they lost their shit on the way to the hospital bc patroclus had a seizure and expected the worst case scenarios which, when achilles is on the other end of the line, is not the best idea

it probably didn’t help that achilles and patroclus were in that ‘will-they-won’t-they’ sensitive spot where they should really be communicating but didn’t

it’s ok when patroclus is better they talk and kiss kiss fall in love

there’s no such thing as sexuality (or race) in my modern au, but if i were to assign them a sexuality, pat would align more with being demi and achilles would be demi romantic bisexual. but like i said, those labels don’t exist for them.

peleus owns a fairly popular cafe that achilles and patroclus help out at from time to time. after pat’s mum died, menoetius lost his job and peleus gave him a job at the cafe.

yes the cafe is called phthia

peleus was in the army but has since retired and used his retirement fund (and inheritance) to open phthia after he and thetis divorced

thetis comes from a wealthy family who is well known in the political sphere. her parents made her marry peleus after visiting the oracle of delphi. long story.

bonus but here’s some old modern au doodles i abandoned of patrochilles (+ pyrrhus and antilochus)

[cobaltperun]

Woe out the Storm (5) - Beast

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

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Word count: 4.6k

-I'm not hiding from this, I’m fighting with this beast inside-

Somehow Weems figured assigning you to Weathervane, of all the places she could have assigned you to, would be a good choice. As if you didn’t electrocute Galpin the last time you talked to him. You would have been fine with anything, but no, you had to work with Galpin so Weems could have her coffee or whatever she drank and keep an eye on you. If she asked for coffee and you had the chance to make it for her, you'd make sure to put salt instead of sugar.

"No luck with my assignment. I got Weathervane. What did you get?" you glanced over Wednesday's shoulder. "Uriah's Heap? You know, I actually think you'd like it if you didn't need The Pilgrim World," before Wednesday could respond Enid ran up to the two of you with a wide grin on her face.

"I got Pilgrim World!" she exclaimed, shaking you slightly from her excitement. "I do have natural people skills and a love for performing, so kind of an obvi choice!"

"Great, trade with me so I can trade with Wednesday. Unless you want Uriah's Heap," you grinned, offering your assignment paper to Enid.

"Ewww, no!" Enid glanced at your assignment and seemed to think it over. "Weathervane is fine, but what are you two up to?" she winked at you and you couldn't help but frown, remembering how Enid decided that you had a crush on Wednesday. That was probably what won her over and convinced her to trade with you.

"I need to get into Pilgrim World," Wednesday explained as you and Enid traded assignments, and then her and you traded as well. She looked pleased, or as pleased as Wednesday could be, that things were going her way.

"Anyway, I'm off to make sure you," you pointed a finger at Enid as you took several steps back. "Get a chance with Ajax," you grinned at her enthusiastic squeal and a quick hug.

"You're the best, Y/N!" she exclaimed.

~X~

“So,” Enid began as she took a step closer to Wednesday and clasped her hands behind her back. “You and Y/N?” she asked with a teasing grin on her face, even if she knew she was playing with fire, or well, hellfire in this case.

Wednesday, however, looked confused. “What?” she questioned and Enid sighed, nodding and looking over to you as you talked with Ajax and Xavier.

She felt sorry for you, falling for Wednesday Addams of all people. At least she wasn’t the only one who saw something. Thing opened up a bit about Wednesday tolerating you more than he expected, so, that was a good start.

She’d, however, just cheer from the sidelines because Wednesday was a bit too scary for Enid to get directly involved.

And, well, she knew you wouldn’t be all that happy about that either and she did not want to risk getting both of you mad. Wednesday might kill her, but you could probably think of some way to get a payback.

~X~

If you had to say one thing about Uriah's Heap it would be that it was certainly more welcoming to outcasts than most places in the town. Also, you got lucky. Ajax got Uriah's Heap, Xavier got Weathervane and convincing Ajax he didn't want to get electrocuted in case of a storm was easy. Xavier was fine with anything as long as he got to avoid Galpin. One of the rare few things you and Xavier agreed on.

"You're not going to blow this whole place up if there's a storm, right?" Xavier asked as the two of you dusted the shelves,

You paused, smirking. "Scared, Thorpe?"

"Can you blame me?" he asked with the tiniest hint of teasing in his voice. "There's nowhere to hide here."

You rolled your eyes at that, but before you could respond the bell rang and both of you looked to the doors to see Wednesday walking in. She looked around, her eyes finally zeroing in on you.

"Wednesday!" Xavier's face immediately lit up. "I thought you were supposed to be at Pilgrim World?"

"I deserted it while my sanity was still intact," she said dismissively and pulled out a map as she approached you. "The old meeting house, the one from 1600s, do you know where it is?"

You nodded. "Cobham Woods," you pointed a finger at the spot on the map. "Right around here," frankly, you were annoyed you didn't remember it when you recognized Crackstone.

"Come on, I need to check it out," she was already turning around to leave.

You grinned, grabbing your backpack off the floor and going after her.

"Wait, what about the storm?! You could hurt Wednesday if it starts while you're outside!" Xavier went outside after the two of you.

Wednesday was the one to stop and address him. "I have no reason to fear a bit of lightning," she stated and you weren’t sure whether to be annoyed or impressed.

But seriously? A bit of lightning? The nerve of her.

Xavier lifted his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, sorry, I'm just trying to help you!"

"Go back inside and make sure Weems doesn't realize Y/N isn't there if you want to help," she didn't even wait for his answer. She just turned around once again and left.

The moment the two of you were out of Xavier's sight you sped up a bit and while walking a bit ahead of her turned to look at her. "A bit of lightning? Really? I can't decide whether to prove you wrong or be thankful for what you said," you shook your head, genuinely offended by her words.

"Prove me wrong," she didn't even blink, just sped up her pace.

“What do I do with this girl?” you sighed, she was trouble, but you were still drawn to her.

~X~

When the two of you reached what was left of the old meeting house it didn't take being a raiju to know you had to hurry. The sky was clouded, and while you were sure it was exactly the way Wednesday preferred it, you were worried about the upcoming rain.

"I'll check around, maybe there was something around here other than the meeting house," you said, after all, Wednesday could take care of any potential danger that was inside the decrepit house. And she had Thing, and if all of that wasn’t enough you were fast. She just nodded so the two of you split apart, her heading into the house and you going around it.

You weren't even sure what you were expecting. It's been almost four hundred years, if there was anything around the house to begin with it was gone. Well, with that monster lurking around it wasn't the worst idea to check the immediate surroundings. Still, you didn't find anything aside from occasional fast food paper bag. You heard commotion and saw a man running away. Well, at least Wednesday was having more fun than you were.

"I'd rather dye my hair pick than ask my mother for help," you heard her say when you slipped inside the meeting house.

"Why not both?" you offered with a grin as you looked around. There really was nothing here, you heard police had to clear the place out fairly often, but this was in awful condition. "No luck?"

You ignored the daggers she was glaring into the side of your skull. Knowing Wednesday it probably wasn't daggers, but some massive drill turning your brain into mush...

"No. There's nothing here," she sighed.

Thing scratched at one of the fallen wooden pillars.

"Oh, you want me to prove it to you?" she touched a pillar. "No," she went over to the wall to her right and placed both of her palms on it. "Nothing," she said.

You had to turn your head to the side to hide a small smirk. She was being dramatic, and it was quite possibly the best thing you have seen since coming to Nevermore. You'd have to get Thing a hand lotion or something just for this.

"Ah, I bet this will give us some real insight," she even faked a tiny bit of excitement as she lifted up a paper Taco bell bag and shook it, throwing her head back with a hum.

Forget possibly, Wednesday being unnecessarily dramatic and theatrical was the best thing you saw since coming to Nevermore. Period.

"My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks," she sighed, annoyed at wasting all this time and somehow her snark and frustration made it all even better. “Wipe that smile off your face or I’ll drop a bucket of water on you,” she threatened.

Your eyes widened and you swept your hand in front of your mouth, showing a completely serious expression, even though it was difficult to restrain the small tugs on the corners of your lips. You moved to the side, letting her go through the doors first, but as she touched the handle she froze, her head snapped back, and she began falling.

"Wednesday!" you caught her before she hit the ground and looked at Thing. "Is this how she is during visions?" you asked. You never saw Wednesday have one, you wouldn't even know if Wednesday didn't explain why you were looking for that book Rowan had and how she knew what it looked like. Looking at it from that perspective, considering the fact that she did tell you about her visions when apparently no one but Thing knew, maybe she did trust you, even if it was a tentative trust at best at this point.

Thing signed a 'yes' and you lowered Wednesday to the ground. You weren't sure if she should be moved while she had these visions. You watched her, noticing that her face relaxed completely, and instead of the permanent serious expression you had the rare opportunity of seeing Wednesday at her most relaxed. You saw that same expression when she passed out after Rowan was killed, but now it felt a bit more intimate, if only a bit the two of you were closer than you were that night.

And then the first drop of rain fell on you. "Shit!" you cursed, getting back on your feet and stepping outside the meeting house. The rain immediately started pouring and as the lightning began flashing through the sky you knew you had to get further away. "Keep watching over Wednesday! I need to stay away from you two!" you yelled.

You only knew one thing as the rain soaked through your clothes. This wasn't going to end well for you. Your body, already soaked by the rain was threatening to discharge lightning as the constant downpour lowered your ability to restrain yourself and then a lightning struck a nearby tree and your eyes turned red involuntarily. Your body turned to lightning as you zapped up, barely able to influence the direction your body was zapping toward.

~X~

The vision Wednesday was having was like no other she experienced, it wasn't a flash of the future or fragmented moments from the past. She was seeing the entire event that happened in the old meeting house. She saw the girl, who she now knew was named Goody Addams, be declared a witch and thrown into the meeting house by Joseph Crackstone. She saw the building being set on fire while dozens of outcasts were shackled to the floor. She was now seeing Goody trying to release her mother.

"There is no time, child. Leave me, save yourself! He's chained us all to the floor!" Goody's mother spoke as the outcasts cried, panicked as the heat became noticeable. It wouldn't be long before the flames engulfed the building.

"I shan't leave without you," Goody refused, still trying to free her mother.

"Run! Avenge us and save out future! Raiju!" Goody's mother cried out and Wednesday's eyes widened slightly. "Raiju, wake up! Take Goody away from here!"

Wednesday watched as Goody turned to the male near the middle of the group. He looked a bit older than Goody, with messy blonde hair, with a pained grunt he got up to his knees, his eyes turning blue.

"Diego!" the relief in Goody's voice seemed to be fleeting as she, and Wednesday along with her, realized he had a gaping wound in his chest.

With a battle cry, the lightning burnt through his shackles, leaving burns on his wrists and ankles but setting him free. Wednesday watched in awe as the man stumbled away from the outcasts, which also meant closer to Wednesday, and shifted in a burst of lightning, a blue wolf appearing where he was. The beast was huge, bigger than the biggest wolves Wednesday had ever seen. It was maybe four or five inches shorter than Wednesday, while on all fours. There was lightning emerging from its body, from the back, the legs, and the eyes, it truly looked as if the beast was made of lightning. The wounds on its human body were no longer visible, but it was in pain nonetheless as it growled like a wounded beast. But then the lightning faded and in a blink of an eye it tossed Goody onto its back and blasted a hole in the roof with a burst of lightning from its mouth. Goody grabbed onto its neck, clinging onto it as it jumped through the hole on roof.

The smoke engulfed Wednesday and she began coughing as the scenery around her changed. It looked more like a forest, but she couldn't tell because of the fog.

"He won't stop until he's killed us all!" Goody emerged from the fog, the wolf limping close behind her.

It began growling as it stepped behind Wednesday, clearly aware of something that was coming.

"He's here," Goody realized as Crackstone appeared.

"There will be no escape for you!" for the first time Wednesday felt fear as she looked into his eyes, and she stumbled back, falling to the ground.

"Use the raiju!" she heard Goody's voice as her vision came to an end.

Wednesday's eyes snapped open, and she sat up, looking around for Thing and you. She saw Thing standing near her, but you weren't anywhere close to her. She could smell the burnt wood though. "Thing, Thing I saw her, the girl from my visions! Her name is Goody Addams and I believe she's my ancestor from 400 years ago," she then realized rain was falling and she got up. "Where's Y/N?" granted, she didn't know much about raiju, but from what you said and common logic she understood you shouldn’t be in the rain.

Thing gestured outside and Wednesday quickly stepped out and saw you. You were breathing heavily, back against the tree trunk that was cracked open, red sparks crackling around you, and with a cry that sounded a lot like thunder, you zapped into a nearby tree, breaking it in two before you zapped back to where you were before. You landed on your knees and with a muffled groan leaned against the tree once again. Wednesday took her surroundings in. Almost all the trees near the ruined meeting house were either cracked or destroyed, and each one of them was smoking despite the heavy rain that was falling.

"Took you long enough," you gritted out, looking at Wednesday with fierce, red eyes.

On some level Wednesday knew you were strong. It was hard to imagine lightning not being strong, but she had to admit she underestimated just how strong you'd be. Against Rowan you were clearly holding back because if you hit him with lightning you would have seriously injured him, maybe even killed him if you put enough power behind the attack. Why you didn’t do that was a question Wednesday didn’t have a clear enough of an answer. Either way she guessed she was proven wrong. And you weren't even in the actual lightning beast form.

She wanted to see it. The kind of destruction that could be caused if you weren't restraining yourself. She stepped closer to you, not for a moment worried about the lightning you were surrounded with. In fact, that lightning encouraged her to approach even further. She's never been struck by an actual lightning before, she wondered if it was different from the electric chair or electroshock therapy.

"What are you doing?!" you shouted, lightning that crackled around you intensified, but Wednesday still approached. "Wednesday, don't," you should have known by now she was too stubborn to listen to you. She was intrigued and she wanted answers. And as much as he hated to admit it, she didn’t find just your powers intriguing.

"You said you wanted to prove me wrong," she taunted, aiming to get you to comply with her unspoken demand, but you zapped to one of the trees, even as out of control as you were, you managed to keep hold on the tree. It sizzled under your palms.

"Not like this," you groaned, pressing your forehead against the tree trunk.

Climbing after you would be a futile waste of effort. You'd just zap down. "Let's get going before Weems hangs both of us," she suggested. She could see you nodding and figured you would come down, instead you just zapped to a random tree in the direction of the town. For a moment Wednesday thought you were in control, but then you took a hard left turn, grunting as you hit the tree.

There was something else you were suppressing here, it wasn't just lightning. Sure, you were suppressing the lightning as well, you didn't want to harm her or Thing, but given what she saw in her vision, you were more than likely stopping the shift into the beast.

If she didn't want to see it and what it could do, she might even be tempted to compliment your self-control.

~X~

When you came back to Jericho and you unfortunately stumbled into Weems, and you cursed your luck as you leaned against a wall. You felt it heating up and groaned as you pushed your body away from it.

“You two… I have no words, get in my car, I’m taking you back to Nevermore to get changed!” she was red in the face from the anger, and you already knew you were both in for a detention at best. You didn’t care much though, you just barely managed to get to her car and sit in the back seat as Wednesday sat next to Weems.

“Do you two have any idea how ashamed I was when I had to tell the mayor that I lost sight of a raiju, that caused problems before, when there was a storm outside?!” she demanded, rushing toward Nevermore.

You would usually respond, but right now you were busy keeping control over your lightning. Though the fact that you discharged quite a bit of it helped a lot. And now that you were in a dry place your body heat made you dry faster.

“Your priorities never fail to amaze me,” Wednesday snarked and you could imagine the glares on each of their faces.

“I prioritize the good of our entire school, Miss Addams,” Weems retorted angrily.

“By making an even bigger outcast of one of your students? As you can see not a single spark hurt me, and I’ve been with Y/N since it started raining,” you were surprised Wednesday was defending you like this, it felt good.

Weems gritted her teeth, but remained silent, instead just huffing and driving back to Nevermore. When she parked as close to Ophelia Hall as she could her instructions were clear. “Wednesday, go take a shower and change. I want you back in my car in half an hour, you hear me. And Y/N, do not leave your room!” she ordered and you looked at her incredulously.

“You want her to take a shower in our room while there’s a storm outside?!” you exclaimed, but Weems just glared at you.

“You clearly didn’t electrocute her in the rain, deal with it,” Weems just snapped at you and you knew there was no point in arguing here, you just huffed and went to your room with Wednesday.

You managed not to zap Wednesday when she came out of the shower, and she left while you stayed in the room, resting and reading a book. You only later heard about what her and Thing did, which was also why Wednesday was in Weems’ office for quite a while. When she came back your eyes just met and she went to her table to start her writing hour as Enid got ready for her date with Ajax.

"Too much?" you heard Enid asking and glanced just for a moment before pulling the book up once again. You were glad Enid got her date with Ajax and you'd be a good roommate and hurt him if he ever hurt Enid, but you were staying out of any preparations Enid was having at the moment.

"Wednesday?" she turned to Wednesday now that she figured you weren't going to help.

Wednesday sighed. "I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid," there was no need to see Wednesday's expression, you knew she was done from just one glance at the colorful shirt in Enid's hands.

"So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD, I mean I didn't even get to do my dance routine!" Enid complained, mostly to Wednesday.

"What a tragedy," Wednesday said with so much sarcasm dripping from her voice you almost glanced to the floor to see if it was flooding the room.

"What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event," Enid asked no one in particular.

Wednesday stopped typing for a bit. "You're going to be late," she eventually said and went back to typing.

"Wish me luck!" Enid exclaimed.

"Good luck!" you pumped your fist up toward her.

"If he breaks your heart I'll nail-gun his," Wednesday said, causing you to nearly drop your book as Enid left the room.

"Aww, that's sweet, you do care!" the moment those words left your mouth you wondered if you had a death wish. The moment you couldn't hear the typewriter you instinctively lowered your book just enough to take a peek at your surroundings. It looked like everything was fine. Until you saw a glimmer of a blade slicing through the darkness and you yelped as the knife lodged itself into the wooden board right next to your head.

"Too bad, I missed you," Wednesday commented evenly.

"Wednesday, what the fuck?!" you cried out, your heart beating way too fast for your liking. Actually, that was wrong. Considering that knife nearly split your skull open you were liking the way your heart was beating very much. "How did you even throw the knife like that?!" it curved! Basically took a ninety-degree turn! "Where did you even keep it?!" actually that was probably a stupid question.

"Refrain from unnecessary assumptions," she actually sounded bored when she said it, as if she didn't just throw a knife at you.

"You don't have to tell me twice," you couldn't even hide beneath the covers, in case she had another brilliant idea.

Ten minutes later, when you were sure no other knives would come flying through the room, you slowly pulled the knife Wednesday threw at you out. It was beautiful, a black blade perfect for throwing in the dark, but the handle... It felt so good in your hand, easy to grip and wield, comfortable, and good for throwing, slicing, or stabbing. The edge of the blade had white wave-like patterns, and the handle had white lines running horizontally across it. Simple, but there was beauty in it.

Another ten minutes passed before Wednesday stopped typing and stood up, soon enough she entered your part of the room. You didn't pay much attention to that, the bathroom was connected to your part of the room. She didn't open the doors though, instead, she approached you and held her hand out.

You sat up and crossed your legs, carefully observing the open palm before grinning and giving Wednesday a low five before she could even register what just happened. The flabbergasted look on her face as she looked at her hand, as if offended by what just happened made everything, even the dangerous glint in her eyes as she looked you in the eyes, worth it.

"Hand over the knife," she seethed, but you were too far gone to back away and let her win this.

"Nope. You threw it at me. It's mine now," you couldn't wipe the grin off your face, even if you knew every second Wednesday spent looking at it might bring her closer to the point of no safe return. And you'd be paying for the ticket back. Probably in your blood, or something like that.

"Y/N," she warned, taking a step closer so her knees were touching your bed.

"It's my lucky knife now, back off," you clutched the knife to your chest.

Thing got between you two, trying to prevent any bloodshed from occurring.

"Thing, move," Wednesday ordered, glaring at you.

Thing refused, pleading for your life. You weren't sure whether to feel touched or like he was being overdramatic. Probably the combination.

"She won't hurt me, Thing," you declared boldly.

Wednesday's eyebrow twitched. "What makes you so sure of that?"

"I win if you do," getting her so riled up that she would actually attack you felt like a win in your book. After all, that would be like Wednesday admitting you got to her. Wednesday was proud, she answered violence with violence and words with words, not words with violence. She wouldn't attack you. Not really. Even the knife she threw was meant to miss you. You were still very impressed with her aim.

You could hear Wednesday gritting her teeth, but she didn't attack you. And then an idea came to your head. One that was even worse than keeping the knife. "Would you come to the dance with me?" you asked.

"What dance?" well, at least Wednesday didn't immediately shut that idea down.

"Rave'N, a school dance. Next weekend," you felt like you were pulling teeth with how difficult it was to say each word. "Come with me, Wednesday," somehow the words that should have been the hardest to say came out without a hitch.

Wednesday took a step back, and you were sure she would shut the idea down. "Why?"

"Why not?" to you it really was that simple. And as spontaneous as it was you didn't think there was anyone else you'd go with.

"What do I get out of it?" you could work with these questions.

"Not your knife back," you grinned at her annoyance. "A chance to irritate Weems and/or Thornhill by not matching the theme of the dance. An okay night with your favorite raiju. What more could you ask for?"

"You're the only raiju I know," she argued much to your amusement.

"Exactly! So, what do you say? Will you go to the dance with me?" you relaxed and leaned back against the wall. The worst Wednesday could say was no, right?

She remained silent, her gaze searching for any signs of deception or anything of that nature. "Fine," she didn't say anything else, she just turned around and went back to her part of the room.

You couldn't suppress the grin that was now on your face. You didn't even try to really, as you slipped under the covers and closed your eyes. You missed Wednesday glancing back at you, clearly more than a little puzzled by your behavior.

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Prologued Plasters

CHILDE X GN READER

.ᐟsynopsis✎ being a Fatui means to be bound by duty for whichever task you're assigned to. but what is that supposed to mean when you're sworn to see your best friend hurt? Injury Fic

.ᐟcw✎ prev canon childe, 1k words, as fluffy as you'd expect an injury fic to be, not graphic, ajax used instead of childe, ajax injured, he's fine with it, you're not, the two of you are novices and said to be younger than most of the fatui workers on duty with you, no beta we die like the author after tumblr crashed twice writing this portion!

TAGLIST: in golden silks; @aritsukemo

“Ow- ow! Be more gentle!” He yelped as you cleaned the wound on his face with a pointed scoff.

The flesh burned with irritation at the alcohol. If not for the pain that struck through him at the contact of your cotton swab, Ajax might have savored the warmth a bit more.

You glared at him, your eyebrows furrowed with what he'd describe as misplaced anger. 

“You were careless, and now I have to take care of you,” You pressed the cotton into his skin again, wiping off the blood simultaneously. “If you keep getting injured at this rate, we'll run out of supplies before we reach Станция* in time.” 

Ajax huffed, his hands dug into the cushion you allowed him to sit on. His knees folded awkwardly in a way that made him wince, stretched out on the ground but rotated just to accommodate your presence.

Your hands lingered near his face, and he could still feel the warmth of you in the cold night. 

It was dark in the medicinal tent the two of you were in. As the youngest recruits on this mission, it made sense the two of you stuck together.

More often than not he'd see you doing menial tasks that fatui already slacking off devoted to you. 

When he approached you that day, it wasn't out of pity. Ajax knew more than well you could hold your own. He's seen one careless fatuus leave your inspection more wounded than they went in (though it was probably their ego that suffered the most.) 

“Why are you carrying those boxes?” He asked, startling you with his sudden arrival.

You could barely see him, aside from the peaks of ginger poking out from your line of vision and the canitude that desaturated his eyes. 

You steadied the grip of the boxes in your gloved hands “The supplies? Well, It's my duty–” 

Ajax rolled his eyes, “It's also theirs but I don't see anybody else helping you out.” He saw your jaw tighten, if he looked closer he could probably see the goosebumps trailing up your neck.

“Are you offering?” You snapped him out of his thoughts with a sweet voice, your words light and airy on the breeze of snezhnayan snow. 

You sounded warm, like the liquid wax of a candle.

“Oomphf-!” Ajax jumped, his arms carried a weight that he wasn't prepared for. 

The surprise of it made him lose his footing slightly, only to see your smug face staring at him. The twitch of your lip as you watched him struggle just for a few moments was indelible.

“Pft-!” Ajax broke into a cascade of giggles, much to your confusion. “Haha-! Aah, sorry! Sorry!”

You deadpanned at him, words falling flat on your tongue. “Just follow me,” you instructed. “Weirdo.” You mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, subtlety wasn't your strong suit, was it?

“Heeey! Hey, first off, I'm not a weirdo. Second, I know where I'm – hey wait up!” Ajax followed after you, catching up with the footprints in the snow. Purposefully slotting his shoes in the dents set by you on the snow floor.

Since then you couldn't shake him off of you. The two of you fell into a cycle of following each other, watching as they did their work before one of you got summoned to do something.

You had weeks to fall into that schedule, the journey across snezhnaya being a cruel and tedious one. You'd probably get weeks more, if not months, just within each other's company.

But then, that was tested. A group of treasure hoarders ambushed the travelling fatui. Like the fool he was, Ajax too hopped in to defend his comrades.

But now he was in the care of you, as the actual medical expert tended to the soldiers with heavier injuries.

“C'mon, this little thing is barely a scratch,” Ajax hummed, bringing your fingers a bit closer with the guiding weight of his. “See? I'm fine.” 

Your fingers trembled as they pressed against his skin. Your lips curled downwards, frowning at him, or rather what was on him.

“But what if you weren't? What then?” Just as he was about to respond you just him off, bottom lip curled in frustration, your thumb digging into the wound you just cleaned. “You were so so careless. You should've seen how Sergant Roteya was hurt. His arm– There was so much–” 

Ajax could feel the stinging burn of your nails.

“That could have been you, Ajax.” The pain stung. 

“It's your duty, right?” Ajax voiced, watching as your eyes seemed more glossy than he realized. “You'll help me, or just, be by my side whenever I get hurt. You'd care for me, just for a little while.” 

Ajax could already feel the guilt gnawing at his chest, placing such a heavy request on you. 

Yet you wiped the corner of your eyes with your other hand, the one that wasn't occupied digging into his skin, not bemused by his selfishness. 

And then he leaned into your touch, accepting the itching feeling of your nails on vulnerable skin, your pulse so close to his. Then you noticed, quickly pulling your hand back. 

“Fine. It is my duty. But you're only getting a little favoribility from me. I'm not prioritizing you.” Ajax only let out an amused huff. 

“What's the difference?” He smirked, watching as life finally started to come back to your face.

“The difference is that, I'm not lecturing you right now about your knee.” You pointed at him accusingly. Ah, you really did notice. To which he rose his hands to placate you.

“It wasn't on my mind..?” Ajax offered a lame excuse.

“Gosh, you're acting like a child. You could've at least told me when it ‘was on your mind’ but no…” 

Even as you droned on about proper doctor-patient etiquette. He didn't interrupt you with the pointed exclamation that you weren't exactly holding up your promise on ‘not lecturing him.’

Even after you'd stuck a beige plaster against his blood tinted cheeks (and glared at him when you noticed his nails picking at the fresh bandaid) and bandaged his knee, the two of you just enjoyed the distraction of each other's company.

Ajax felt warm with you, in these moments just looking at you move with a liveliness he had the privilege of seeing.

Even if he knew these moments would be short in the length of the day, he savored them.

“... are you still listening?” 

“Of course I am.”

He wouldn't want to miss these casual minutes with you. 

*Станция - station

You place this book back on the shelf, should you allow yourself to wonder a moment more? The archivist advised you to make yourself comfortable within these pages. View more? Or leave the archives for now?

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Sex doll (chapter two)

Autor note: I'm so happy with all the support, thank you very much <3

WARNINGS: There is rape in this chapter, so DON'T read if it makes you umconfortable. +18, non-consensual oral sex, fingering.

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His silence is heavy as she recounts what happened and only serves to make her feel more disgust towards her powers, enough pain and the body would go into a neurogenic shock that would make him fall into unconsciousness leaving him vulnerable.

The day of the mision, despite having been warned about the danger Logan posed, his willpower had taken her by surprise. Not that finding him had been difficult, he had been assigned to a mission with Summers. And his location was discovered by his superiors, reducing, not just one, but two of the most powerful mutants seemed like an idea that she did not doubt had been Ajax's initiative to get her out of the way.

And yet, she had only needed to catch Scott off guard outside a gas station when he was filling up the gas tank. With no Wolverine in sight, the she saw the opportunity even though she was still on alert.

Parking the vehicle a few meters from his, it didn't take much to catch the mutant's attention as she prepared to fill her own tank.

— Do you need any help?

The friendly voice of the mutant made her turn her head with a shy smile, looking at him over her shoulder before turning around while pretending to struggle with the self-refueling machine in front of her. — Thanks, I'm not used to doing it myself.

With a breathy laugh, she stepped aside to let him pass, in turn, discreetly, her hand went to the pocket of her shorts, taking out a syringe with her own blood.

— Thanks again, sweetie — She repeated, before approaching, sticking the needle in his arm, while in a quick movement her free hand went to the back of his neck and slammed his face against the body of his car.

With a bewildered groan, pain surged across the mutant's face as his blood began to take effect, causing him to lean forward, clutching his sore nose, which thankfully hadn't been fractured. Knowing she had to get rid of him quickly and making sure the cameras couldn't catch them from that angle, she barely managed to stop the fist that was coming her way before kicking him out of inertia, grabbing that same wrist and squeezing so that his nerves burned with pain, watching him writhe, she sighed. — Shh, it'll be quick.

She murmured, playing with his hair in a reassuring gesture as she pushed his body to the limit, rendering him unconscious in minutes. Seeing how his body still writhed in unconsciousness under overstimulated nerves, she grimaced, knowing she should erase all evidence.

With Summers unconscious and the recordings erased, she hurried out of the gas station, glancing sideways at Scott's still unconscious body in the back of his vehicle after she had dragged him there.

She barely has time to react when she feels an arm pull hers, and twist it behind her back. The sound of claws coming out of his knuckles makes her tense but she still remains calm even when they are against her neck. She can't say he's as calm.

— Who the fuck are you?

He growls, and she shudders at the closeness, she practically feels his breath against the skin of her neck and the strength of his grip leaves little room for her to move and her free hand struggles to reach the syringe that rests in her other pocket, however, the sound of the rustling of clothes doesn't go unnoticed by Logan, causing his grip to tighten.

— He'll recover. He's just unconscious.

And part of her hopes it will be for a long time. The pressure makes her gasp and her mind doubts her next move now that his claws practically pierce her skin, managing to draw weak threads of blood.

There is no sound that can warn of his attack, and for a few seconds she can only hear the accelerated heartbeats of both and their labored breathing, it is then when a wave of pain makes her clench her teeth, and the sound of her dislocated shoulder breaks the silence.

Her body tenses, and for a moment she fears breaking her teeth when trying to suppress the scream, leaning forward, she feels the discharge all over her arm, and without thinking she drops to her knees on the ground, taking advantage of the fact that now his hand is at the height of her mouth and she can bite it.

— Fuck!

He moans when her teeth sink in and the metallic taste floods her mouth, but she keeps the skin between her teeth while her free hand rummages through her pocket managing to take out her syringe and stick it into his thigh.

She doesn't underestimate his healing, she's heard enough rumors to know not to let him attack, but that doesn't stop her from panicking when the mutant manages to pull his injured hand away from her mouth. So she quickly grabs the same arm he was trying to pull away, and standing up, she headbutts him backwards. She barely manages to stun him, but it's enough when she twists his wrist and kicks his chest.

The tickling in her arm is a reminder of how it will end if she doesn't manage to take him down and she begins to doubt if her powers take effect on him. So she pulls his arm and brings him closer roughly, only for his claws to dig into her side.

The pain doesn't register in her body, a dangerous move since controlling her own nerves has always brought consequences. But at that moment her main objective is to get out of there alive.

Her hand pulls his hair drawing his mouth, and the kiss makes her shudder as she feels his animal desire. Their tongues fight and Logan growls, his autonomy stopping when he realizes he can't keep fighting, his body trembles at the thought of harming her and his claws disappear as he pulls her towards him.

The strain begins to take its toll on her sooner than expected and she takes the risk of keeping control over him over her own pain. Letting consume her in waves as her grip on him tightens, keeping his body frozen. Breaking the kiss, she distances herself from his face but not his body, her gaze lost as her nervous system is saturated, she can feel the blood staining her shirt, the hot liquid never ceasing to be a reminder of her failure.

She swallows, coming back to reality and her gaze collides with the mutant's darkened eyes. There is no turning back, and both ends seem like imminent death so she forgets about the idea of ​​freeing him. Not that she could do it without pain in between.

There is a nod of recognition from her, and she releases his nerves, letting him move at will. She has seen the consequences of her power on more occasions than she would like, and in years past she would have referred to her powers as a method of defense for the damage that could cause. She no longer sees the purpose.

— Stop this.

His voice is full of desire and she can see the internal struggle that is going on between his mind and his body, frustration consuming him as his hands shake and small spasms lurk in his muscles. There is heat in his gaze, one that promises to destroy her if she dares to lose sight of the danger in front of her.

— I can't. — She whispers, her voice showing a hint of remorse but her gaze is resigned. — There is no point in fighting.

The emotion in her voice is long gone, and it is more of an affirmation than a threat, her powers had been studied thoroughly and letting the nerves stimulated for too long caused the person to act more on instinct, making them more sensitive to any external sensation. She presses her powers, which sends a stab of pain to her wound that has stopped bleeding, but is healing slower than expected. Having control over her own nerves had always been a double-edged sword, as it left her vulnerable to losing control over someone else's body.

But it wasn't like that risk was a surprise either, she had made peace with whatever was going to happen during her mission. As she would do with Wade if she was successful, if she couldn't knock him out she could distract him so someone else could do it.

Logan's sanity seems to finally break when she kisses him again, she squirms slightly when he grabs her battered arm and they both back up until her back hits the car window of her car. His teeth run down her neck and his incisors scrape her skin, making her shudder and her hands slide down his back.

Her head rests against the roof of the car, looking up at the sky. The mutant's touch becomes distant in her mind, but returns when she can feel him struggling to undo the button of her pants. His iron grip shows her that deep down he still struggles to free himself, but his instinct has been unleashed.

— It's like an itch you can't scratch.

She whispers against his ear, and to her surprise, his face lifts to look at her, there's white-hot fury and for a moment the sound of his claws echoes in her brain, but when she looks there's no metal in sight.

— Who's bossing you around?

There's a sly smile on her face but there's no trace of humor in her eyes. Her hand goes to his chin to pull him back and shut him up, but Logan stops her, grabbing her wrist halfway.

His body craves her touch, but it's not just that, there's no pain in his body beyond numbness in his muscles from being frozen in place. At the same time, his senses seem to pick up on everything that's happening around him even though his instinct clouds his judgment to a large extent.

Against all sense, his claws come out but this time she makes no attempt to stop it. Partly curious about how much he can take, she's just delaying the pain of course, if it really did become a danger she'd already be joining her partner in the back of his car.

—Killing me won't work, Big boy.

Logan seems to consider it, his body tingling from so much stimulation and the mere touch of her makes him shudder. His pants tighten and he hisses, bringing his hand up to his erection, trying to soothe the pain by stroking it over his clothes.

— Can't you stop it?

— It not that easy.

— You know. — he begins, there are layers to his voice and lust doesn't quite cover his mocking tone, and where there's desire, anger begins to boil. —I think you're lying.

And there's no doubt in his words. Her breath catches in her chest, her powers might be useful on undercover missions but there was a reason she'd kept working in the background and that was because there was always a risk. There were not enough fingers on her hands to count how many minds she had destroyed by replacing the pain in a victim's body with pleasure and vice versa, leaving behind after-effects that unconsciousness could not heal, even if the body healed their mind would still remember.

Much of her skill was to be vulnerable, as despite her hand-to-hand training, her powers had no effect unless she managed to get close to the enemy and somehow introduce her fluids. It was then that she could relax a little, knowing that death was not an option if she remained in control.

In her early days she had seen men mutilate themselves, she had seen them faint, beat themselves, scratch themselves until they bled, so pain was, in her opinion, something much more merciful, but it also posed a risk, since the stimulus had to be constant or it would give the victim the opportunity to fight back.

Therefore, pleasure was seen as the safest option by her superiors, however, seeing the danger it could pose, they took it upon themselves to make her powers useless against Ajax, guaranteeing control over her.

There is a hint of annoyance in her gaze. Did he think she was enjoying this shit?

Her gaze darkens as she snaps, and on impulse she makes his nerves register nothing but pain. — Do you want it to end quickly, darling?

She growls and watches him squirm, he can't even scream. And as soon as he's suffered the pain she stops. Logan gasps, stunned, and then he feels her lips on his. The kiss is full of anger, her nails dig into his scalp and the mutant's hand curls around his neck.

Her breathing is heavy and she had enough of being played with, a wave of pleasure runs through him and the moan is muffled in his mouth, she bites his lower lip, which seems to invite it and his hand searches through his pants until it reaches the hem of his underwear.

She doesn't give him the option to move away and tenses slightly when his fingers run over her lips, one threatens to enter and she endures the initial sting, she is barely wet and chooses to speak to distract herself when he insert a second finger.

— Your nervous system accelerated because of my saliva. I'm just keeping it stable while you're on alert. — she begins, her voice is heavy, she has lost track of time and it is only when she realizes that the sun is setting. Her hand releases it and she gropes behind her back looking for the door handle, the sound makes Logan look at her, his jaw is still clenched and looking at her with rage but there is no longer a murderous intent in his eyes. She decides to ignore it. — If I didn't, your mind would collapse from perceiving so much stimulus and you would lose your mind trying to relieve it.

Her powers might be weakened because of having used them on herself, but she had sent a considerable amount of pain in her outburst. And it had only stopped him from screaming, where Scott had passed out.

She pushes him lightly, ignoring the pain in her wound, and opens the door, letting herself fall inside the back, his hands stopping on either side of the door, and the only thing that unites them is that her legs are wrapped around his hip. There is a silent warning in her gaze as a doubt grows in him. — How do you stop it?

« Is it the only way? »

She interprets, and it is his turn to smile mockingly. — I could make it hurt, but it hasn't had much effect on you.

She realizes that his healing is going according to the rumors, she still has a couple of syringes to ensure control but that doesn't seem to affect him, a larger dose doesn't guarantee that she can bend him so that he doesn't reduce her, and if it weren't for the constant contact between them she wonders how long it would take his system to get rid of something that it considers a threat.

The grip on his hip tightens and pulls him, causing his erection to rub against her thigh and she sees his muscles tense, no matter how much he fights against the excitement, as long as his nerves are still stimulated, everything will be pleasurable.

It's evident, from his look, that he doesn't quite believe her explanation, but Logan ends up giving in, and positions himself over her leaving the back door ajar, the closeness making the atmosphere tense.

— Do it.

Her eyebrows rise, and there's surprise written all over her face, is the idiot choosing the pain?

Logan curses when his erection begins to throb, for a moment, he moves thinking that he has achieved some autonomy, but he quickly loses all freedom of movement when she kisses him by force, the pleasure makes him shudder and his hips swing against her tigh.

She decides to deny any other perspective than to finish the mission. So her hand moves down to his pants, undoing his belt and slipping inside his underwear. The brush of her fingers against his cock makes him lean further towards her, and the familiar sound of metal is heard as his claws dig into the seat above her head.

It is his turn to kiss her and she pulls away slightly from the intensity, but he catches her, preventing her from breaking the kiss, and her grip on his member tightens. When they both separate, she struggles to catch her breath and her hand moves up and down.

Confident, she stops the extra stimulation, since his body still suffers the effects of her power as long as she continues to touch him, keeping him receptive. His hands go to her clothes, pulling down her pants to reveal her black underwear.

The scent of arousal is minimal, but it makes his own resurge and Logan grunts, trying to keep himself sane, moving his hand up to the shoulder he had previously dislocated and which had slowly, but painfully, popped back into place.

His fingers tighten around the joint and he pulls his head away, stopping her from kissing him again. A cry escapes her mouth and she jerks away, slamming her side against the inside of the car. Her pained expression is lost as Logan doesn't look at her, and she moves her legs out from under him, intent on moving away. Then he catches her free hand.

— Stop moving. Who orders you?

He questions, his tone is demanding now that he looks at her, a leg is put between hers and his erection throbs as a reminder. She glares at him, gritting her teeth but tries to keep her mind blank, despite being immobilized.

Regaining control is complicated when the pain in her shoulder joins the wound in her abdomen, and doubts about her own power begin to arise, having stopped the pain before has taken its toll on her and fatigue begins to be evident as her effort seems to surpass her healing.

Patience is not the mutant's strong point and the sound of his claws gives him away, he releases her shoulder that begins to go numb and lowers his claws to her neck, which raise her chin slightly. The hand that grabbed her wrist tightens, and the pressure makes her raise her head defiantly.

For a moment, she fears he's buying time. If he'd recovered, she wouldn't have a chance to fight Scott again when she could barely fight Logan. Would they kill her?

It wouldn't be a fate much different than the one she'd suffer at the hands of Ajax if he found out she spoke out. On the other hand, the thought of being captured would only delay her death; Weapon X wouldn't let her live anyway.

She tries to move her legs but is forced to throw her head back when the claws come up to eye level and she feels the mutant's knee against her core. The solution and the problem.

— Who? — The impatience is clear, but she also senses a certain frustration in him and there's a change in his gaze that lets her know he's reaching his limit. In any case, she smirks. His grip travels to her jaw and she wonders if he's going to break it. His fingers dig in when her silence remains and she can see his gears turning in his head as he rubs his erection against her thigh.

A shiver runs through her. — Why are you interested? — She speaks at last, her voice a whisper but her suggestive tone makes the mutant look at her with a frown. — You know them well. They created you.

However, she catches the excitement in the way his gaze travels to her lips. — Hmm, you like dirty talk?

She hums maliciously, winking, and Logan looks at her with disgust, removing his hand from her mouth when he realizes the risk it poses and places it on her shoulder. Her thigh moves roughly, pushing his erection, and a shiver runs through the mutant, the heat begins to be overwhelming and she makes a risky movement by passing her leg under his arm and placing it over his shoulder, using her heel to push his neck towards her without stopping the friction against his erection.

His mouth opens to speak and she suspects it's a threat but stops when his hand lets go of her shoulder to try to get rid of the foot against his neck but she curses, pulling her foot away and moving closer to hook his arm under her leg.

In turn, she forces her injured arm to move and her hand closes on his erection. — Stay still.

She speaks, her voice is stony as her gaze burns, daring him to move. Pain and pleasure in the tips of her fingers. There is not a muscle in the mutant's body that moves and she sighs in relief.

— Believe me, sweetheart, pain would be easier but I'm quite tired.

An idea crosses her mind and her gaze darkens, looking at the mutant as she calculates how viable it is that he can break free from her control again. She decides the risk is worth it, as she pushes him slightly to the side, making him lean against the seats, seeking to position herself on top of him, leaving him free to accommodate himself as she now free of restrictions closes the car door. The tingling in his body grows as the pleasure leaves him vulnerable, being able to hear his accelerated heartbeat and she seems to regain his focus as she lowers himself slightly until he is pressed against the door, her mouth traveling from his torso until she is at the level of his hips.

Her other hand squeezes his testicles, unconsciously Logan raises his hips towards her and her tongue runs up his length, before inserting the tip into her mouth and wrapping her tongue around the beginning. She feels him move, and his hand travels to her hair, his fingers wrapped in her scalp, yearning for more.

But of all the places he could leave his hand, her head seems the worst. Avoiding the risk of ending up with his claws through her skull, she raises her own hand and withdraws his hand placing it on his thigh.

Her movements are tortuous at first, and no speed seems to be enough so his hips move trying to set a rhythm and she ends up giving in. She hollows her cheeks, stifling the obscene sounds as his cock hits her throat again and again, going down to the base before coming back up. Sucking on his tip, a thread of saliva hangs from her lips and the young woman moistens them.

She doesn't pull away completly, with his member between her lips, but she takes a breath before inserting it again, and she notices that the mutant's knuckles are white as he keeps his fists clenched. She shudders, refocusing her attention and resumes the back and forth.

Logan on the other hand, seems to fight with every fiber of his being at the image before him. She is kneeling while he remained reclined in the back seat. At some point during the fight her hair had fallen loose and now more than ever he seemed to notice the excitement coming from her, watching her with darkened eyes as she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together.

Her gaze was focused and she barely looked at him, her face downcast as he watched his member disappear into her mouth and his teeth clenched, each time she sucked. Feeling the release closer than before, he snaps.

His hand pulls at her hair and she gasps choking the sounds still with his cock on her mouth. She moans in pain at the burning in her scalp, trying to pull away but finding it impossible when Logan's hand sinks her head against his hip and his pubic hair tickles her face. A wave of adrenaline runs through her, even with the lack of movement she could still touch him, freeze him, but he seems to have already become familiar with her attitude and his grip tightens, causing small tears to form in the corners of her eyes as she struggles to breathe.

It's seconds that seem like hours as he holds her down, his head traveling back as he closes his eyes trying to control herself, it's when he opens them that she notices the woman's frightened look and there's something primal that twists.

— Relax.

His own breathing seems to calm down as she reluctantly obeys, relaxing her jaw as he takes it as a sign to move and his hips take control, fucking her mouth as tears slide down her cheeks.

His breathing gets heavier and he spreads his thighs wider, his pace rough and saliva dripping from her mouth as she tries to maintain her posture and hollowed cheeks. — Fucking hell.

He curses, now that he seems lost in his own climax, she decides to speed up the process before being knocked out, a wave of pleasure makes him look at her, seeing her hand on his thighs, and by instinct his lip twists showing his teeth, but one after another follows and she can taste the salty liquid at the back of her throat. There is no rest as her face remains pressed against his hips, his hand travels to the back of her neck and she knows that even though he is looking at her, he is not seeing her.

She feels his member throbbing in her throat as he holds her down, moving without giving her the chance to rise and her nails dig into his skin when without warning, his semen floods her mouth, making her swallow instinctively.

She walks away coughing, with traces in her mouth and sees him panting, a thin layer of sweat covering his body, and most importantly, there are no claws in sight. Neither of them says anything while they recover.

Looking up, and trying to get up, she feels his gaze on her, there is a hint of tiredness that in no way rivals hers, and despite the fact that her powers begin to dissipate, by inertia his gaze drops to the point between her legs, like a shark smelling blood while it puts his cock back in its clothes.

Both are cautious of the other's movements. But she had previously taken advantage to grab another syringe and Logan can distinguish the red liquid that is her blood. He doesn't say anything but his gaze challenges her to try, he doesn't think she can do much. Her face has lost color and he notices how her body seems to struggle to heal the wounds caused. — Who sent you?

Surprisingly, his voice is flat as he looks at her, and there's no hint of annoyance or threat, but their gazes are locked on each other.

— I thought you were over it.

— Fucking answer.

— Ah, there it is again.

Tags: @bontensbabygirl

[moonlightchild77]

“My Sleepy Raven” (Xavier x Female Reader One Shot)

Plot Summary: You have been very tired all day and Xavier’s concerned about you and he helps you get some good rest

“Your botany class had just dismissed and you sleepily walked to the picnic table yawning as Xavier held your hand guiding you to the table to sit with his friends Ajax and Enid so you guys could chat but you could barely stay awake in class or complete your assignments and homework because you suffered a really bad case of insomnia and Xavier promised to help do it for you so you wouldn’t fail the class, he was very loyal. Is y/n okay Xavier? Ajax asked concerned. Yeah she’s just very tired Xavier replied, “my goodness, what kept her up all night?” Enid wondered, not sure Xavier responded. You had your head rested in Xavier’s lap and were too sleepy to chat. I’ll be right back guys, I really need to take care of my girlfriend, maybe I will chat tomorrow, later Xavier told his friends before picking you up and carrying you inside asleep in his arms.”

“You guys were finally at his dorm room then he shut the door gently quietly and slowly so he wouldn’t wake you up. He put you down onto his bed tucking you in his big warm blanket nice and warmly. Sleep tight my dear Raven, Cara Mia Xavier whispered then kissed your forehead then shut the lights off then went back to talk to his friends.”

The End💜

[ms-unfortunate24]

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

Keegan x Medic Reader

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

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

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

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

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

Keegan’s POV:

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

Normal POV:

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

Next day:

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

My number-> XXX-XXX-XXXX

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

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

[enidsinclajr]

here are the fics sitting in my drafts (and by drafts, i mean outlines and ideas that are collecting dust for most of these. some of these have a decent amount written tho hehe)

bookstore au - enid works in this giant 24 hour bookstore where wednesday is a regular who comes to read all the time and so enid leaves her notes in books. yoko is a barista at the attached cafe lol (working on this one - it's like halfway done)

band au - enid's in a band and wednesday is a writer who writes an article on them. enid goes on tour and they start talking through emails/texts while enid is on the road

teen wolf au - popular girl enid gets bit by a werewolf and the only person who can help her is wednesday

other teen wolf-ish au - follows the show except no laurel/crackstone and enid doesn't wolf out. because she can't wolf out, something like the nogitsune possesses her and we get an evil/dark enid

begin again au (suggested by a commenter) - enid meets wednesday in a cafe post ajax breakup (ALMOST DONE WITH THIS ONE)

high school au (non like, supernatural or whatever) - where enid is the popular kid who is forced to work with weird, loner wednesday after her senior year goes up in flames

detective/fbi au - fbi agent enid is sent to the small town of jericho to investigate a serial killer, and her number one suspect might be detective wednesday addams

white streak in wednesday's hair au - idk what to call this but basically wednesday gets this white streak in her hair from goody. she asks enid for help to get it out and it's just fluff LOL

pizza delivery driver au - where enid is the only pizza delivery driver brave enough to deliver to the addams residence. then her car breaks down or something LOL

they both die at the end au - based off of the book it's obvious what happens to them but the buildup of them getting to know each other one night would be great and i feel like the two of them would slot into this universe well with their opposite opinions on dying/how they cope with it

infinity train au - if you haven't seen this show HIGHLY recommend. basically people get trapped on an otherworldly train and the only way to get off is to make the number they get assigned go to down to zero, which usually involves going on some journey about growing as a person. SO much potential here for the two of them working on themselves, you could have them arrive together or meet on the train, etc. it would be sooo dope

wednesday addams guide to living with a werewolf - a bunch of random out of order one shots kinda case file style of things wednesday learns about enid being a werewolf. it's just a bunch of fluff with werewolf lore because i love werewolves lol

[xiii-e]

The Circle Turns.

// loading echo.exe ... //... //... // now running echo.exe. //now running extension_keep_info redaction //begin account: XIII-E deployment_state of consciousness.

A blur had settled over the past weeks- no, months. Had it been months yet? Think it through. 

They remembered the initial drop, planetfall, the hand-off with their handler for the most recent post. Salutes and polite smiles. The information from the briefing, if not the words themselves. After that, what happened after that-

Introductions. Civilian staff would have been informed of them ahead of time, field officers too, but soldiers would meet them for the first time when they were called together for a report. Stood up in front of the strike squadron they’d join for the duration of this post, talked about but never to until the officer left the room. They hadn’t been requisitioned for conversation, after all.

If XIII-E was dispatched to the field, it was because things were expected to go badly. 

But the squadron didn’t know that, weren’t told that. How was it, they were introduced? A little different every time, but close enough they could repeat the gist off the top of their head. 

Your squad has been assigned project Thirteen-E, specialised field-medical personnel. They’re trained to integrate without friction, so you don’t have to worry about team cohesion. Thirteen is here to keep you on your feet, so the job gets done. If everything goes smoothly, you should forget they’re even there.

They didn’t know why that last bit was always a part of it. Things never went smoothly. If they were likely to, they’d have been assigned to another planet. Waste of company resources otherwise.

Think. What had the reaction been, this time? The introductions seemed to bleed into each other, individual faces stark but the timeline pallid and intangible. People, names they never forgot. When was more difficult. 

Guilt. Shouldn’t it be easier to remember?

Details, that would help place things. Don’t cast back too far, just try to make sense of the timeline for this assignment. The squad they were with now, who introduced themself first?

Roberts, Eileen. Tall, thin frame, mild anaemia kept under control by regular medication. Colonial subject- it was her first tour, wasn’t it? Despite a seeming lack of experience, it’d become evident she was this squad’s leader in all but name. A grin had broken over her businesslike expression as soon as the staff officer left the room, a clap on the shoulder as she introduced herself. Her skin was warm, even through their shirt, they remembered that so clearly. They appreciated her camaraderie, but reminded her (polite smile, it reaches the eyes but not too much, warm but impersonal) the regulations on overfamiliarity with Projects. Rolled her eyes, but she listened.  Only enough to bend the rules. Bump their hand in briefing, flash conspiratorial smiles during a tactics talk that went on for far too long. What little she could get away with, toeing the line. Roberts was a professional.  

Beaux, Liam. Stood on eye level with them but didn’t meet their eyes, nervous look, cardio lagged behind the rest of the squad but he hid it well. Another colonial subject, the only other in the group, stuck close to Roberts so he came up to them second. They made him nervous- it made sense. Harrison design leant into the militaristic, imposing and heavy. They supposed it was part of why the genetic material they were created with featured such a soft face in contrast to their body; he’d relaxed a little, after some quiet conversation. That was good. They didn’t like to scare people. If they were going to do their job right, they needed enough trust they could treat field injuries without fighting their patient. 

It was important. They were only there to save lives. 

Who was it, next? Ajax, or… 

Law, Judgement. They’d had to make sure they heard it right, but really who were they to judge. Career soldier, a full citizen seeking further elevation through service, early thirties at most with a hollowed quality to the face. Looked through them most of the time, preferring only to meet their eyes when giving them a direct order. On paper, the leader of the strike team, though they followed Roberts lead more often than not. Withdrawn. Clean bill of health but, a standing order on file for a mandatory psych eval on return from the current tour of duty. The phantom of their grip around their wrist, tight and desperate. “Don’t let the new blood get themselves killed. Buck orders if you have to. Bring them home, Thirteen.” If the bruises left by their fingers faded within the hour, they didn’t have to report damage to company property. They were pretty sure it’d faded before then.  Leadership was a heavy responsibility on some people. But, Law was the most experienced officer on this squad so it fell to them by default. Roberts seemed to be picking up the slack, and they were content to follow when staff weren’t looking.

Then it had been Ajax, Darla. Citizen, not entirely green but had no more than two tours under her belt. Implanted augments to her strength and stability allowing her to take up roles with heavy weaponry and defensive units, received anti-rejection medicine once every three days to ensure everything worked as intended. Apparently, when not in the field she was a construction assistant. What was it like, to not be on duty? They didn’t ask. They shouldn’t think about it. Shook their hand with a firm grip while giving her name, asked if they’d spar with her sometime- “Good practise to match strength with one of your types, keeps me sharp.” They’d smiled (polite, warm) and promised a match if they were ever on-base and off-duty at the same time. Ajax had laughed at that, like she was in on the joke.  She might have been. It varied case to case, but they’d been told citizens familiar with Projects and the soldiers made on them could tell they were one of the newer high-control variants, just by talking to them. Maybe she’d worked alongside flashclones enough to tell they weren’t Real. Alive. A Person a candidate for true citizenship. 

Lastly… Terrace, Arlo. Short stature, pale hair too long for active service but only by an inch or so, passable so long as he had tied it up tight, citizen by virtue of birth. It was his first tour, too. He told them, rambling amidst winces while they cleaned a jagged wound out, that his parents had pushed him into it. Worked out great for his older siblings, apparently; “Though, I wasn’t expecting it to be this… intense? I guess that’s the word for it. Iris, her deployment was practically all diplomacy-”

Terrace had filled the air any time it fell still, with quiet anxious words. Keeping him calm had quickly become their major focus when nobody was hurt; he caused tension. It wasn’t his fault people became frustrated with his nervous ramblings, a hallmark of inexperience. Nonetheless, it took work to keep the team cohesive. Roberts helped, with that. People liked her, and she seemed to like them too- even Arlo at his worst.

He looked so small, laying silent in the bag. 

Think. Where had they gone wrong?

Law hadn’t been able to tell them, when they asked in the aftermath. Just shook their head and it looked like they would reach out, steady themself against XIII-E’s shoulders. Seeing it, they wanted to reach out themself. They wanted to apologise. They weren’t allowed to want things. It wouldn’t have helped anyway. told them if there was anything that could have been done, they would have done it. 

A good soldier, was what they had called them. “You lose people in the field sometimes, even if you do everything right. Roberts… she’ll learn that. You followed your directive damn well, Project Thirteen. They did good with you.”

It was an attempt to be gentle, they knew that. They had seen what grief did to people in the aftermath, and Law was trying to mitigate any impact on their state of mind. Keep company property functioning as intended. But platitudes were wasted on them; they didn’t feel, weren’t supposed to feel. Guilt was a waste of processing capacity. The facts were stark, not something to be run from; they were a medic, and someone had died on their duty. They had to do better. Somehow. 

Who else had spoken to them, when the smoke cleared? When they made it back to base, lagging behind- Roberts… Right.

She was lucky she hadn’t been sanctioned, bluntly. 

Focus. How had they gotten there, to begin with? Once XIII-E had been assigned to them, the strike force orders became their accompaniment; shuttled them around the battlefield, wherever the mud was thick with blood. Get them where they needed to be, so they could do their job. It was a standing order that functioned as designed most of the time, provided them mobility to keep as many legionnaires upright as was possible. They had the tools to make it to the injured; the squad just needed to get them there in one piece. 

But battle was chaos. It was always chaos. Nobody realised one of their number had fallen behind before the call to fall back came crackling through the coms it buzzed unpleasantly when the subdermals pushed sound through their bones, they didn’t like it. They didn’t have to like it. They weren’t supposed to have preferences and they had injured among their number that other squads had left with them, that needed to get back to a bed so the recovery process could start. So, they’d made a call. Send everyone ahead, swear to join up later. 

Andrews- no, no Andrews was months ago, Roberts had grabbed them by the hand and demanded they come back safe. With Arlo, you keep that kid alive you hear me? Then she’d been gone. 

They found Terrace, Arlo, not long after that. It never got easier. His torso was pierced with mech shrapnel in the shade of a wreckage, still breathing when they picked him out amongst the ruin, when they ran to his side but… It was a part of their design, to be strong. Medical care required breaking things sometimes, resetting bones, clearing rubble, the breach hammer was allocated for the intended purpose of breaking through any blockage keeping them from picking soldiers back up. Even they couldn’t have lifted that shard of metal out of him, a jagged edge taller than them twice over.

He was afraid, when they got there. He couldn’t see clearly, with the amount of smoke in his eyes, bloodshot and glistening under the half-light, trying to move and choking down the pain that clawed at his throat. It was likely all he saw of them before their hand found his was a moving shadow in the aftermath of combat- he flinched away as much as his injury allowed, before he heard their voice. 

What did they say? They couldn’t remember that part. It was autopilot. These people deserved someone real to care about them, in their final moments. Lip service was all they offered, ideas of peace, comfort- It was empty coming from them. Their empty heart and soulless body running on cold logic and programming, all they knew, could ever know, was the war that took their safety, their sanity, their fucking lives. All they were made for was keeping them in the fight long enough to limp to the next injury, patch them back up again and again and forget which one was which because these people blurred into a battlefield slurry- Crush it back down. No distractions, no mistakes, adhere to the directives given and crush it back down. What right did they have to grief, anyways?

He passed quietly, some time after they arrived. Bloodloss and shock. It wasn’t until his hand went cold in theirs that, quietly, they had rose to their feet and started the sombre work of breaking down the debris enough to retrieve his body.

Could they have salvaged him, if they’d been more reckless? Drawn their weapon and broken the shredded metal through him apart? Maybe… No. There was a correct answer to that question, and it was no. He was dead the second that shrapnel went through his stomach, barring a miracle. Removing the debris would only have ripped him apart further. A quiet death seemed like all they could have done for him, besides what else they’d done after; closed his eyes, picked him up out of the mud, and made the walk home back to base camp for the both of them.

And when they’d gotten there, Roberts, she… 

It was her first deployment. Nobody could blame her for the way her face crashed seeing them come back into camp with bloodstained hands, for how the second she saw shredded flesh she recoiled. Freeze response; she didn’t know what to do. Before they went into the medical station to report a KIA, she was stood like stone outside, a slow track forming through the mud still spattering her cheeks. That was what he’d deserved. Had they ever cried? For anything? For anyone? They couldn’t recall. Maybe the them this body belonged to had cried, once.

Don’t think about that. You can’t know about that.

It was when they had logged the death and returned to personnel quarters that she found them again, hands bunched in their shirt before their mouth could open, shaking anger on her tongue as she asked what the fuck happened out there. Snapped at Law, when they tried to pull her away from them. She’d tried to shove them against something, but she may as well have tried to move a brick wall. 

They often forgot how weak humans were, compared to their body. 

You were supposed to keep him safe. Accurate. Factual. The weight of her grief made it an accusation, one they didn’t have an answer to, and the grip on their shirt became a heavy thump into their chest as she stared at them, searching. 

Say something. Anything. What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re still wearing his blood for christs sake how are you standing there like nothing’s wrong, don’t look at me like that-

By then, Law had grabbed her by the shoulders properly to drag her off, let her shout for a few minutes before it devolved into sobbing, before the firm grip became an arm around her shaking body. Over her shoulder, they made eye contact- it was a quiet plea. Don’t tell. They couldn’t explain how they knew that. It whispered in the quiet part of their mind, like an instinct, the instinct they should have gotten, to go back, to find Arlo before- to hell with it. They didn’t control what they saw, of the future. They weren’t even sure how they did it. That didn’t stop the guilt when it failed them communicating what they both knew Law couldn’t say aloud. The last thing Roberts needed was the bureaucratic nightmare of a sanction for taking her grief out on company property, in the aftermath of the first loss under her command.

Quietly, they had filed her indiscretion under medical stress, and moved on. 

… how many times had they done that, in the past months? Written off someone lashing out, because they were always the closest to the tragedy, always nominally responsible. They couldn’t remember. The bruises never stayed for long, Never long enough a small mercy when it came to getting soldiers back on their feet. Their directive came first. Get soldiers back in the field, fast as possible.

One by one, the squadron was dragged in for debriefing. They washed the blood off, changed their uniform. Roberts was still in the office giving her account when new orders came through, regarding their posting. The worst of it was over. They were needed somewhere else. 

Already? How long had they been there? Where were they going next? Did it matter? It would be the same thing again. The chance they’d see any of these people again was next to nothing. Armoury space was broad, and they only ever went where it was at its worst. New additions to the list. Faces, names, medical brief. Time of death

It wouldn’t take long, before the shuttlecraft came down. It wasn’t like they had much to pack. Time was short, and they wouldn’t likely have time to say goodbye to those in the sickbay they’d picked up mid-battle. They’d had the time to speak with Law, to notify the others they were being dispatched elsewhere. Beaux didn’t look at them, they were tired of this but touched his hand to their shoulder when they turned to leave. Ajax god they were so fucking tired of this shrugged it off with an observance that a medical Project was probably in high demand, so it tracked. Maybe we’ll meet again someday, she’d cracked. Or maybe I should hope we don’t, if you’re the cavalry. Ha! They felt sick. Their head hurt. Something was searing through the back of their skull, or was it? Was that a memory too? What was the difference. It was all the fucking same. They were doomed weren’t they? The circle turned, everything stayed the same, how were they meant to change the way it ended when they couldn’t remember how it began- No, no noonono crush it down, Crush it down.They could fix this. Would fix this. Had to fix this. The alternative- they didn’t want to think about it 

Good soldier. They were a good soldier. They were designed to be.

The shuttle landed. Someone in a labcoat (clone technician, they could spot it a mile away) accompanied by someone in dark fatigues and a light arm, Harrison’s logo the bruise, they’d heard someone call it not too long ago, fitting in some ways emblazoned across the breast. 

XIII-E was needed on the front. In the thick of things, where fighting was at its worst. 

Breath in, breath out. They do as ordered, step onto the ship, answer the questions posed by the tech as they strip the uniform off their body to facilitate the medical inspection they know is coming. They’ve done this before, a great many times by now. They’ll do it again, before long.

The circle turns.

// end account.

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Wednesday realizes her feelings. Pt. 2

Enid’s POV

I can feel my mouth hanging open, but honestly, I don’t care. THE Wednesday Addams just confessed her feelings for me. My brain feels like it’s spinning with a million thoughts, yet is completely blank all at the same time. My chest feels tight and my cheeks feel hot.

Say something, Enid. Anything.

Why can I not form words right now?

“It would be nice if you could say something right now, Enid.” Wednesday says in a tone that’s way too quiet for her usual demeanor. I’d almost go as far as to say she’s showing some shyness right now.

God, she’s probably feeling totes vulnerable right now, say something you spineless furball!

“I- um… I like you too Wednesday. I have for awhile. I just didn’t ever think you’d feel the same way towards me, so.. I buried it and told myself that I can just work it out with Ajax, but… You’re the only person that truly stays on my mind-“

Really Sinclair, freak-a-zoid much?

“Wait- I uh mean… Um…. I mean, I-“ My palm flies up to my forehead in shame. I can tell I’m nervous from how fast I’m talking. She’s totally going to be weirded out.

“You’re the only thing that stays on my mind as well.” her voice says, her tone a bit more confident this time. I can feel myself blushing. The atmosphere around us feels as though it softens, and just as I sense myself moving closer towards her, the bathroom door flies open. Wednesday instinctively jumps back a couple feet, and I can feel my heart racing as I turn around to see who came in. “What on earth is taking so long? What is going on in here?” Professor Lavinia questions.

Omg… How long have we been in here? Class for sure ended a long time ago.

Before I can even form a sentence, Wednesday has already started. “You’ll have to excuse us, Professor. We got carried away in a debate against the effectiveness of being burned at the stake versus hanged. I’m sure you understand, being a history buff yourself,” she says. Professor Lavinia’s jaw clenches, and in that moment I swear you could visually see her pupils narrow. “Watch it, Miss Addams. Inappropriate wasting of time when you should be in class is not a great way to start off the new school year. You both missed the entirety of the orientation presentation. Go on off to where you’re supposed to be. Now!” Lavinia scolds. I lower my head and follow shortly behind Wednesday on the way out. While we’re walking, a sudden wave of euphoria washes over me, and I can’t help but to add a skip in my walk.

“Sooo…. Where are you off to next?” I ask Wednesday, hoping our schedules for this year line up. She glances at me, and then moves her eyes back to the hallway in front of us. “The main office. I have a meeting with advisory to decide on a focused major,” Wednesday replies. I can’t read her tone this time. “Oh-em-gee, you should totes go for Mortuary Science. It just screams Wednesday so perfectly!” I squeal. Wednesday’s jaw tightens. “Enid, please. Can you take it down a notch?” she says, colder infliction this time. “Sorry.. You’re right. Just kind of feeling giddy. You know, after everything that…. Nevermind. Anyways- Good luck at your meeting roomie! I’ll catch you later!” I say, leaving her with a wink. I notice the slightest upturn in her lips. It makes my stomach flutter. As I turn the other way, I catch a glimpse of Yoko and hurry to catch up with her.

“Hey Yoko! First day going great for you too?” I greet, hoping my manneurisms aren’t more enthusiastic than usual. “Oh, as great as lectures, first-day homework assignments and moody outcasts can be. You’re in a good mood. What’s happening in Enid-ville?” Yoko immediately questions.

Oh hell. Am I THAT obvious?

An uncontrollable smile spreads across my face. “It’s been quite a first day, for sure.”

(aaah i don’t know if this is good, it was a bit more challenging writing from enid’s pov! hope u like, more to come xx)

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Part 10:

Larissa smiled at me from her place hanging up the red silk, I was adjusting a center piece, I continued to work when I felt her wrap her arms around my waist and kiss my cheek. She delicately spun me to face her,

I blushed looking down at the floor, the dj who was setting up his table for the dance began to play a slow song, and Larissa smiled,

"Dance with me darling?"

She pouted giving me puppy dog eyes and I relented, she pulled my body flush with hers, her hand on the small of my back, and laced her fingers through my own in her other hand, I held her shoulder. She kissed me softly while we danced, and held me tight, she whispered softly in my ear while we danced,

"I couldn't have done this without you darling, the ball room looks perfect"

I smiled softly,

"You did everything, I merely hit the purchase button and helped set it up"

Larissa smirked kissing my cheek,

"I was thinking..."

She added while twirling me, I laughed and she dipped me her voice taking on a seductive tone,

"...Will you go to the dance with me?"

I flushed looking at her face to see if she's serious,

"Honey what about the boys? Whose going to watch them?"

Larissa smiled,

"Maybe you could get your mom too?"

I blushed,

"Darling I couldn't ask her to do that"

Larissa smirked,

"Then I will ask her, come on it will be perfect, its the Saturday after the game, I'll help clean the house if the girls trash it. Your mom can come spend the night, that way all of the boys belongings are there and after the dance you and I can go stay at the new house"

I bit my lip, before nodding softly she smiled and lifted me back up to eye level before spinning me again,

"Then it's settled, I'll call your mother while your at class,and afterwards you and I can go grocery shop, before the girls are shuttled over to the house"

I nodded and kissed Larissas cheek, when we had finished decorating the ballroom, Bianca Barclay set up a table put front to sell tickets for the dance, she passed me her brownies she had made and I smiled.

"Sea salt and caramel, excellent work Bianca, good luck with ticket sales"

Bianca smiled and I turned to walk away, I cut Larissa a brownie and handed it to her on a napkin, she smiled walking back to her office with it while I made my way to class.

They filed in quietly, Wednesday Enid and Yoko were looking over the playbook, each of then had their trays neatly wrapped and set aside. Xavier and Ajax, Kent and Divina , and Eugene all filed in setting their brownies aside, at their desks, and waited for the bell to ring and class to begin. I smoothed my skirt,

"I see everyone completed the assignment, Mrs. Barclay's been excused from class this period to sell tickets for the dance, and I am going to task you with filling her in on the new assignment, and I will email her the recipe and notes. With that being said, today we are going to be making my wife's favorite food, and a comfort food for many homemade baked Mac and cheese"

I lay out the ingredients before them,

"Now, if any of you are lactose intolerant, please take any medication now, this will make your stomach hurt and I do not want to be the reason any of you are sick"

Yokos hand shot up, and I called on her,

"What are the chicken bacon and bread crumbs and panko for?"

I smirked,

"Good catch, as I said this is my wife's favorite and comfort food, not just any homemade Mac and cheese the best homemade Mac and cheese. So it is also going to include jalapeños for a little spice, homemade fried chicken and bacon diced within it"

I began with the rue for the Mac and cheese showing then the amounts they needed to add of each ingredient, and then poured the noodles into the water while it boiled, I then showed them how to prepare the chicken.

"Your going to flatten it with a meat tenderizer, and then dip it in the egg yolk to saturate the chicken once it's been yoked, dip it in your flour breadcrumb panko mixture and easily drop the chicken breast into the hot oil for approximately fifteen minutes, or until it is a nice deep golden brown, once you remove it, check the chicken with your meat thermometer, your fried chicken should have an internal tempature of one hundred and sixty five degrees farenheit.. if it doesn't ease it back into the oil and check again in five minutes"

The students all watched with smiles on their faces,

I removed the chicken from the oil, turned the oil off and set it aside,

"Your going to set down paper towels on a tray and place a draining wrack for your chicken over it. That way the oil can seep out of it. We're gonna go back to our pasta check that it is perfect and then add it to the rue. Perfectly cooked pasta, al dente pasta specifically, takes anywhere from eight to ten minutes depending on the type of pasta, rotini specifically takes seven. Please utilize your timers, no one wants crunchy pasta"

I removed the boiling pot from the stove and drained the pasta into the strainer , showing them how to save some pasta water.

"With your pasta strained add it to your rue, with your pasta water, folded the pasta in your rue making sure its coated, now we are going to take about a cup and a half of heavy whipping cream and two cups of milk , and pour that in, then we are taking a pound of each of our seven cheeses and melting that into the pasta. Save some of your shredded cheese for the top layer and baking. Once it's fully melted and it makes that nice gooey cheese sound, we're going to remove it from the heat and place it in our baking dish, and sprinkle some of the cheese and bread crumbs on top, placing in our cooked bacon and jalapeños, and chicken that should be cut into nice even strip and back on three hundred fifty degrees farenheit for about twenty minutes"

The students watched in awe of every detail, while it baked they helped me clean up the kitchen, I heard a hum of approval from the door frame, and the students giggled slightly when I blushed. Larissa stood with a bouquet of flowers and a small stuffed animal, the students made room for her and Larissa came over and hugged me in my apron kissing my forehead.

"I could smell it from down the hallway"

Her stomach grumbled comically,

"Hungry? It should be done soon, the students and I were gonna eat it here and bring you some but since you joined us this is an excellent opportunity"

Larissa smirked, standing aside,

"I am going to show you how to prepare a table for a guests, in this cabinet behind me their are table clothes place settings cutlery and plates. With different vases for center pieces, now Principal Weems has deemed that this is a lunch date, so I'll show you how to prepare for that"

I grabbed a table cloth from within the pantry, a red one with lace embellishments and trim, I grabbed silver placemats, and cutlery and plates and a vase for the roses, I set up the table,

"You want a table cloth that will compliment the tables shape, because we have a circular table, we want one that's long enough to hide the tables legs, like a ladies skirt or dress we want it to add a little mystique"

I fanned the cloth out on the table, I began setting the placemats, and placing the plates carefully and ornately. Along with the silverware, I grabbed a glass of sparkling apple juice from the fridge in the school's kitchen, and grabbed to glasses,

"When your pour beverages for a guest or, your date, you do so elegantly and delicately, careful not to spill on them or yourself, and you do not sit until your guest is seated."

I pulled out a chair for Larissa and she sat tentatively, hesitant to be apart of the lesson I smiled, when she sat, and I gently pushed her chair in. The timer went off signifying that the Mac and cheese was done, I carefully removed it from the oven, and showed them how to plate the food.

"Your guest should always take the first bite, so serve them first, and after they eat you can begin"

I set down Larissa’s plate and she smiled kissing my cheek, and took a bite, and the students followed suit, Larissa hummed her approval and the students followed suit. Finally I took a bite, and smiled happily,

"So that's your homework assignment, your going to make your own homemade Mac and cheese, and let's make it a contest, if anyone can make one that's indistinguishable from mine, and my wife, your principal can't tell them apart. I will treat the winner to a gift card to the weathervane"

Larissa smiled,

"Yes, I will even sweeten the pot with a gift card for two to the local movie theater."

I smiled, cleaning up the wrest of the dishes from class and packing up the Mac and cheese for at home. I quickly emailed Bianca the ingredients list the directions, and all of the table serving etiquette instructions, along with the assignment. When the bell rang and the students left Larissa finally handed me the stuffed animal, it had on a small t-shirt that read,

"Will you be my date to the Rave'N?"

I smiled and nodded kissing Larissa on the lips,

"Your Mother is more then happy to watch the boys, she came and got them for the night so we wouldn't have to watch a bunch of teenagers and them. She's in my office waiting for you to say goodbye to them, and then my dear when your no longer in your apron you and I are going dance clothes shopping and grocery shopping before the horde of famished soccer stars arrive"

I laughed softly, and finished up my Mac and cheese while Larissa did the same. I washed our dishes, and closed up my classroom and walked with Larissa to the office where my mother sat with the boys. They rushed me immediately and clung to me, and I felt my heart pull a little,

"Mommy we gonna miss you and Mama lots, only couple nights right mommy right? Then home and snuggle you"

It was Tristain who spoke, I nodded and kissed his head tears in my eyes, Oliver spoke up,

"Mommy no cry, why crying? No sad, why Mommy sad Mama?"

He looked over at Larissa who was being strong for the both of us, she knelt next to me and kissed the three of them,

"Because Mommy has never been away from you for long, so you need to be brave for her because she's going to miss you all so much and she loves you so much"

Oliver nodded, and Pugsley smiled gently stroking my face,

"We'll be alright mommy, you'll be otay"

I nodded my head and kissed them all again, and we waved goodbye when my mother took then away. Larissa hugged me for a while, and rubbed my back, she kissed my forehead,

"Honey it's gonna be okay"

I nodded, emotion racking my voice,

"I know that, I just I'm gonna miss them"

Larissa kissed me and chuckled softly,

"Oh honey, it will be okay, now come on apron off, it's time to go shopping"

I nodded and removed the apron hanging it on a hook, I put my coat on and grabbed my purse and Larissa followed suit escorting me to our car. She opened the door for me and I stepped inside of it buckling up immediately, she climbed inside and turned on the radio, buckling up and began the drive to the mall in Burlington. When we arrived she let me out of the car and with her hand on my waist guided me inside, it was only two and the girls wouldn't be headed over until seven pm. We took our time in the stores, Larissa found her outfit almost immediately, but wouldn't let me see it on her, I struggled to find a dress. I was getting frustrated, since having the twins it had been hard for me to find anything that made me feel confident. It was after the fortieth dress that I tried on that I broke down crying, Larissa had been wandering the store when she walked by the fitting room to check on me and heard my muffled sobbing.

Larissa’s voice was soft and full for concern,

"Darling why don't you let me in, I want to help...please"

I hugged my sides and shook my head,

"Please don't, I-I don't want you to see me like this"

Larissa’s brow furrowed,

"Honey please, its not anything I haven't see before"

I shook my head mentally thinking,

"Yes it is, you get the dressed up, fully clothed only in the dark with a night gown on sex now, never fully naked or exposed or without soap or steam to influence your point of view"

Before I could verbally protest any further she was entering the fitting room, her eyes looked over my body, and I flinched closing my eyes not wanting to see her face. It wasn't until I felt her forcing me to my feet, that I looked at her, she was kneeling before me and kissing every curve, every scar and stretch mark. Tears ran down my face in small rivulets, and she rose to her feet, wiping away my tears,

"Shush darling, you are to pretty to cry, it's okay"

I shook my head and hugged my sides, and she tilted my chin up, so I would meet her gaze,

"You are a mother, you are my wife, and you are a beautiful woman, stretch marks and scars are just places where the stars melded into flesh, and formed the beautiful body before me. Now I need you to trust me, sit tight, I am going to find your dress for the dance"

I opened my mouth to speak and she gave me a look, kissing my lips, I sat back on the bench and when she returned she passed me a few things to try on. Every dress fit perfectly, I smiled, she took the three that I liked and chose the one that matched her outfit, and paid for it. She grabbed me heels and accessories, and we made our way out of the mall. She got me my favorite snack, and we left. We made our way to the grocery store from the mall, and when we arrived Larissa did most of the shopping for snacks and treats, for dinner, I paid. When we got home she told me to take a bath while she cooked the meal for the girls, when I had finished my bath I came downstairs to a full kitchen. The girls were snacking on the vegetable and fruit dip Larissa had grabbed and she was putting the desserts in the oven.

I ordered pizza wings and salad, and when i had finished the call Larissa hugged me from behind,

"Feel better darling?"

I nodded sleepily, and she smiled, the girls filed into the living room and voted on a horror movie. Larissa and I curled up in the lazy boy, under a blanket and watched it with the girls. She kissed my forehead and rubbed my back, and when the pizza boy arrived I paid them, I grabbed a bowl of salad and ate it silently. The girls were laughing eating pizza and watching the movie, Larissa noticed I had not touched much of the food, and beckoned me into a separate room.

"Darling what's wrong? I know your hungry, I can hear your stomach growling, and you barely any of your fried dough bites"

I fidgeted nervously making sure none of the girls had noticed our absence,

"I-I just feel off, like I'm not comfortable in my own skin"

Larissa shook her head and held me close at the first sign of my tears and kissed my forehead rubbing my shoulders, Bianca poked her head around the corner,

"Hey,Ms. Weems are you okay?"

A few of the girls had followed her apparently our absence had not gone as undetected as I had hoped, Larissa looked up at them smiling softly, Yoko spoke up having read my thoughts.

"She's been struggling with food lately and her self image, every time she looks in the mirror-"

I looked at Yoko and she stopped talking, Larissa knelt eye level with me, and she kissed me reassuringly. Yoko extended to me a small packet, it looked like a juice box but it wasn't.

"You need this, more then you think, even if you don't want it morally, your body physically needs it. My cousin has an eating disorder, at first she saw the results she wanted but then her brain found more and more things to pick at, and she ended up hospitalized. So as a fellow vampire and someone who really looks up to you. I am telling you, you need this, you can't keep living like your only psychic and ignoring that part of you. Drink it, it will help"

Larissa went to the sink, and checked the blood bag bin and frowned,

"Honey, this is full, you haven't been feeding?"

I felt panic claw at my chest,

"You've seen me eat-"

Larissa shook her head, she looked furious and worried all at once,

"That's not what I meant and you know it"

I began to shake, I gripped my sides, and turned away from her from the students. I walked towards the door and put my rain coat on, I stepped outside, and heard the door slam behind me. I began to walk, when I heard the sound of wet feet running after me, I turned to see Larissa running towards me, she was crying. I had made her cry,

" y/n please come back inside, we can tall about this, I can help you"

I stopped in my tracks, I couldn't handle seeing Larissa upset, I relented and she seemed to calm down. She guided me inside, and the girls were all in the living room giving us space. Larissa poured some blood into a cup for me and heated it up like tea, she mixed in some chocolate powder and milk, it looked like raspberry hot chocolate. I drank it for her, and then I ate some pizza, she held me while I ate and kissed me. I had drained five blood pouches by the time the movie was over, and I felt much better, Larissa carried me over tobthe lazy boy and we sat together. She kissed my cheek, and played with my hair, eventually I drifted off to sleep in her arms. When I awoke she was saying goodnight to the girls, and apologized for earlier, I pretended to sleep still in her arms. And when she lay me in bed, she climbed in after me once she had put pajamas on and I rolled over holding her while she relaxed.

"Ris?"

Larissa looked over at me,

"Yes love?"

I shifted closer to her,

"Are you mad at me?"

She shook her head softly,

"No baby, but you did scare the hell out of me earlier, it's no wonder you've been feeling off"

I nodded in relief and kissed her softly passionately, she sighed content and buried her face in my neck while I gently caressed her arms.

When I awoke the next morning, I got dressed and made the girls breakfast, Larissa went over plays with them while they ate, and when it was finally time and they were dressed for the game we filed into the bus and made our way to the championship game arena. I had the medkit, and the coolers with snacks, I had sunscreen for the girls, Larissa ran them through warm ups and drills. When at last the game began, I sat on the bench near Larissa, and cheered the team on, the game was neck and neck, they were tied when the referee called for half time. The girls ran over breathless and stretched drinking water and refueling with snacks, my mother brought the boys to the game and Larissa and I went over to see them. She hadn't spoken to me at all that morning, whether it was because she was still worried about last night or entirely focused on the game I wasn't sure.

"Hey Ris, please don't tell my mom about last night..."

Larissa looked at me and scoffed slightly,

"Why not? Clearly I can't keep an eye on you all the time, someone else needs to know"

Her words felt like a harsh slap, and I stiffened,

"I -I'm sorry Larissa, I thought you weren't mad, I promise I'll make it up to you"

She looked at me her facial expression full of guilt and bordering on pain,

"I-Y/n I'm sorry, but you could have died... you could have starved to death...and you would have left me, the boys and Wednesday all behind... I wasn't angry anymore last night but then I saw the boys and though of all you could have left behind and it hurt and I got mad... please promise me you'll do better"

I nodded my head,

"I promise"

She nodded and kissed my forehead,she went to the boys and hugged them and thanked my mother again for taking them, I went to them to and kissed them crying softly.

"Mama no sad, only one more night, one more and done, then we back"

I smiled drying my eyes, and nodded,

Larissa guided me back to the bench, I drank a blood pack and sat in silence, the girls were back put on the field and the Ravens had the ball. Enid protected Wednesday who was dribbling it up to field she weaved it through the offensive Knights players legs, passed it to Yoko, who fielded it to Bianca, and then when Wednesday was open again she bicycle kicked it into the goal. The whistle blew,and the Ravens won against the knights, fifteen to thirteen, the girls lined up on the field with Larissa who presented them the trophy, and their picture was taken. When the girls filed back into the bus they were laughing and smiling we stopped by the house so they could grab their bags and belongings and Larissa drove the bus back to the Academy so the girls could get ready for the dance.

Larissa put the trophy with the picture in the frame, and we went home. She was quiet almost the whole way, but then lightened up a little after she ate some of the leftover Mac and cheese, I rubbed her shoulders and she smiled while I sipped another blood pouch. We spent the evening together, Larissa was laughing and smiling, we talked things out. I went upstairs to shower and she locked up, before joining me, I removed my clothes and stepped into the water. Larissa hummed her approval, stripping and joining me, she laced her hands around my waist and kissed my neck. Teasing my sensitive body,she released me when I began to whine and squirm, allowing us to finish our shower. I slipped into my silk night gown, she spooned me close, and I drifted to sleep listening to the rhythm of her heartbeat as a lullaby.

When I awoke Larissa was sitting next to me reading a book, I smiled curling up on her lap, she say the book aside and kissed my forehead.

"I packed our overnight bag for the new place, and set your dress out, the dance is not till later, but we do have time to go get brunch and maybe catch a matinee if you want or catch up on our shows and order in"

I smiled at her excitement on the last sentence,

"So we order brunch for take put and catch up on our shows?"

Larissa beamed,

"Please?"

I laughed and sat up kissing her,

"Of course baby"

Larissa smiled and pulled up Hulu, while I ordered our breakfast, when it arrived we curled up in our pajamas in bed and watched American Horror Story Delicate, Larissa eyed me curiously,

"How are you eating and not feeling icky? She just scarfed down a raccoon"

I smirked Larissa could be so cute and soft sometimes,

"Darling, I literally thrive off of blood, and have seen serial killer psychos do much worse, not to mention when I was training to be a Detective they had us go to a body farm to see the different states of decomposition, after that anything else seems kind of mundane"

Larissa shivered, and scooted closer,

"Do you miss being a Detective?"

I smiled,

"Sometimes, but there's so much risk with that job, if something from work followed me home, and anything happened to the kids or you. I would never be able to forgive myself"

I felt a lump of emotion catch in my throat,

"Besides I always wanted to do something with my cooking, what better way then to teach young outcasts like you and me to fend for themselves, to cook and to clean, how to serve guests, all of thevstuff that comes with being an adult and living life"

Larissa smiled and kissed me,

"You know Wednesday and Enid want to be detectives?"

I smiled softly, an odd sense of pride filling me. Larissa noticed and played with my hair, she kissed my cheek before getting up and taking care of the garbage and leftovers. I sat sipping my iced coffee, when Larissa returned she smiled seeing me with my chocolate mocha raspberry and blood infused coffee.

"You worked up quite a thirst didn't you baby?"

I nodded and she smirked blushing. She lowered the collar on her shirt, I shook my head,

"Baby I can't, I don't know if I'd be able to stop"

Larissa pouted,

"Don't give me that sappy Edward Cullen bullshit, I know you, your stronger then you think, and I'm offering"

She straddled my lap and kissed my neck, I set my coffee aside, and she exposed her pulse point to me, I blushed my nails biting into the mattress.

"Please don't darling"

That caught Larissa’s attention, she climbed off my lap and covered her neck, she caressed my face,

"What is it love? Why not?"

I flushed,

"In drinks it's fine, but taking it from the source, I just-im not ready...I know I did at the hospital, but I didn't have a say in it and I can't consciously do this to you"

Larissa looked at me with so much love and understanding she kissed me softly, a blush spreading on her cheeks,

"I love it when your open and soft with me"

It was my turn to blush, we spent the evening together snuggling and kissing and then it was time to get ready, I awoke from a nap and Larissa was gone a note on the night stand saying to be ready by six pm. I got up and showered. I took my time willing my body to relax , I was anxious and had never been to a dance ever. I had skipped my proms and homecoming, something I never really regretted but not getting ready I was anxious. I wanted it to be perfect, Larissa had told me how the Rave'N had always been a bitter sweet memory for her, I dried off. And slipped on a matching lingerie set, I looked over my reflection in the mirror. For once since having the twins I felt sexy confident even, I did my makeup; a smokey eye , full contour and soft blush paired with a subtle lip color. I was listening to music while I got ready. I had shaved everything and was applying moisturizer before slipping on my nylons. With my nylons on and makeup and hair done, I stepped into my dress using a coat hanger to zip it up. It fit perfectly, hugging my every curve like a glove and complimenting my shape, it was black with a nude fabric underneath it, as if I were only wearing lace. The top was a sweet heart neck line, with a low back and plenty of cleavage exposed, it was clearly expensive and coture. Larissa always had an eye for fashion, I smiled slipping on the accessories she had picked for it and my heels, grabbing a small clutch. I heard Larissa call me from downstairs,

"Darling I'm here, are you ready?"

I spritzed on the perfume I knew drove Larissa wild and made my way carefully down the steps. Larissa looked stunning, a dazzling smile on her face, she had on a beautiful suit with a corset top that complimented her shape and long legs, she was holding a corsage, I pulled the boutenir I had purchased out of the fridge and delicately pinned it to her suit coats lapel.

"You look absolutely stunning"

I gushed kissing her softly, she smiled quietly drinking in my form, her hands teasingly traced my curves and I bit my lip to suppress a moan she smirked,

"You my dear are a work of art, and as much as I love this dress on you, I want to see it in a pile on our floor"

I gasped and a pleased rumble emitted from her throat, she kissed the column of my throat, and guided me outside her hand on my back, and opened the car door for me, drinking in the view as I dipped down to get in the vehicle. When she climbed into our vehicle, her hand on my thigh she drew teasing circles in the fabric of my gown. When we arrived at the Academy she lead me inside, she stroked my back, and passed off our tickets. We entered in their were already so many students in the ball room, they were dancing and laughing and almost as soon as we arrived their attention turned to us. Wednesday and Enid immediately came over they complimented us both, Enid gushed over my dress, she had a on a soft grey blue dress, and Wednesday had on a simple black pair of dress pants a shirt with a tie of a similar shade. Students approached us in a similar fashion throughout the night complimenting us, the decor and thanking Larissa for throwing the dance. Eventually a slow song played, I was filling up a drink at the punch bowl, when I felt her arms embrace me. I sighed contentedly,

"Darling, dance with me?"

I blushed as red as the punch and Larissa smiled,

"It will be like at our wedding, I'll guide you through it"

I nodded softly, she guided me over to the ballroom floor, that was all but empty it would seem the students did not care for slow dances. Larissa planted her hands firmly on the small of my back, and I held her shoulders, she smirked softly, and I sang to her while we danced. The students watched and took pictures, recorded, us dancing, and then the song changed to something a bit more suggestive. I went to move away, and Larissa pulled me flush against her, I blushed a small yelp escaping me. She giggled purring seductively, she manipulated my body on the dance floor with ease. Dipping me low and kissing my neck,

"Ris there's children, your students, we are not alone"

Larissa mocked a bite to my throat, and when she tilted her head back, she had shifted her eyes a golden color and fake blood ran from her lips. Now I understood the dances theme, a vampire ball. The students clapped and she shifted back to normal, I blushed my face red, Larissa smirked,

"A round of applause for my wife, who was an unknowing participant in my little performance"

The students clapped and I turned an even brighter shade of red, eventually the dance ended and the students had cleaned up everything and gone to their dorms. It was just Larissa and I, with the DJ, she walked over to him whispering something softly, and we slow danced to the song that played at our wedding. I began to tear up, as Larissa guided me about the dance floor, she kissed me delicately on the lips. We paid the DJ, and when he left we locked up the ballroom and went to the new house, Larissa lifted me out of the car and carried me over the threshold, she kissed me passionately and I moaned.

Larissa locked the door behind us and guided me to our master bedroom, she unzipped my dress and hung it up in the closet and did the same with her suit, she bit her lip admiring my body in the lingerie.

She raked her eyes a long my form and couldn't suppress the guttural moan that pulled from her throat, I flushed whimpering, I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped my panties aside gently stroking my folds, teasingly slow. Her eyes traced my movement and her perfectly manicured brows furrowed,

"What exactly do you think your doing?"

I stopped and blushed, she sauntered over to me confidence in every step, she tilted my chin up to meet her gaze. I opened my mouth to speak and her thumb traced my lip, she smirked her tongue flicking out to wet her teeth.

"Use your words pet"

I practically shuddered with arousal at the nickname, and she hummed her eyes glazed over with lust as she lengthened her cock, shifting her anatomy, I sputtered. And she smirked,

"I- I- Ris I need you"

Larissa hummed in quiet thought, gently caressing my face before lightly slapping it and choking me, the actions through me off balance and instantly I felt arousal flood my core. She snickered sadistically,

"Awe poor baby, mommy hasn't even touched you yet, and your already speechless,that's to bad. Mommy's just gonna have to fuck her little bunny dumb, isn't she?"

I moaned at her words a sense of shame filling me, she gently pushed me back on the bed, she tugged down my soaked thong with a single digit, I whimpered at the feeling of her hands so close to where I desperately needed her. She removed my bra, and kissed me slowly, teasing every inch of my skin with her lips tongue and teeth, she sent sparks of electricity through every neuron and synapse, a fire bloomed and burned within my stomach. She was absolutely maddening and deliberate with her every movement, a smirk played on soft beautiful lips,

"What's wrong bunny, feeling desperate?"

I could tell from the playful lilt in her tone that she wanted me to beg, and I was in dire need of release, so I begged and pleaded with her. She smiled,

"Oh honey that's all you had to do,spread for mommy"

I spread my legs and practically screamed when I felt her fingers make contact with my clit she hummed and moaned,

"That's it such a good little whore for mommy, my perfect little fuck bunny"

She sucked hickeys into my skin, marking me up completely, when finally she slid her cock inside of me she growled and I whimpered. Something within both of us snapped and in a blur of flesh and the sound of the smqcking of wet forcefully colliding, we climaxed, orgasming in sync. Fully enraptured within one another's arms she collapsed on top of me and I through the blanket over us.

"I love you Larissa Weems"

She hummed sleepily kissing me gently,

"I love you to bunny"

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Well I hope you'll enjoy this chapter, I'm hoping to get a chapter of "I will love you through it all" written and posted as well. I appreciate your patience with me and your support.

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