Hidden
Pairings: Wednesday Addams x gn!telekinetic reader
Summary: sometimes hidden things shine the brightest
Warnings: blood, Xavier, R just wants to murder somebody, nothing really happens, i wrote this during Chemistry an hour ago, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything.
Word Count: 0.7k
Most people agree that if you have to hide a relationship, you shouldn’t be in it. You thought you’d agree too, but something about hiding was just so appealing to you. Maybe it was the challenge that you like - forcing yourself to keep your hands off of her when around others, sneaking around, lying.
‘thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour’
Then why was it so fun? Why was wait so painful and yet beautiful?
The longer the wait, the sweeter the kiss, you told yourself. The longer you spent away, the better the nights together were. You lived for them. And quite frankly, you weren’t sure if you wanted more than what you had right now. This was enough: wanting, waiting, getting.
The way her cold, slender fingers twitched against your neck when you kissed her. How she would pretend to not want to kiss you, when she wanted it more than you did. Her cocky smirk whenever you’d come pleading to her.
For some unknown reason, you loved being hidden. You adorned your illicit love affair. It was Wednesday’s idea, keeping it hidden. At first you wanted to scream it from the rooftops, ‘I’m in love with Wednesday Addams!’ But then it wouldn’t be just yours.
This love, if that’s what you could call it anymore, was just yours and you wanted to keep it that way. Wednesday was just yours. And vice versa, of course.
But then there was a problem that came with the secrets.
The wanton from outside parties.
Fucking Tyler and Xavier. You hated them.
How were those brainless beings supposed to shower her in the love that she deserved? They could barely keep themselves together, you saw it. How Tyler would falter whenever you and Wednesday walked into the Weathervane, and how Xavier would show off his powers in the middle of your botany lessons in an attempt to impress her.
“Stop it.” Her voice was harsh, making you pull your glare away from Tyler. It didn’t help that he had kept on coming over to your table to refill Wednesday’s quad over ice. He didn’t even spare a glance at you, Wednesday’s tutee.
Then, much to your look, Xavier walked in.
He waltzed right over like he owned the place, putting his hands onto your shoulders like a condescending parent, “y/n, do you mind if I speak to Wednesday for a second?”
Your jaw clenched and your eyes twitched, “Thorpe, if you don’t remove your hands, you won’t have them anymore,” You would’ve kept to your threat if it wasn’t for Wednesday’s look.
Xavier’s hands were forced up against his will and he punched himself twice, making you smile at Wednesday, who rolled her eyes.
“Xavier, I’m tutoring y/n, you imbecile, I’m busy,” She didn’t bother to motion to the worksheets or notebooks, anyone with eyes could see them.
You thought of the faceless students, and how much more bearable Xavier would be if he was one of them. The school wouldn’t have to hear his incessant ranting of how much he hated his father.
Teenage angst sucks.
Xavier just held his now-bleeding nose with wide eyes, not processing Wednesday’s words, “You bi-“ His words were cut off when he no longer had the ability to open his mouth.
You turned around with a glare, “Do not mess with me, Thorpe. If I really wanted to, I could squeeze the breath out of your lungs,” Xavier began to breathe heavily through his nose in search of more oxygen, sputtering when a large amount of his blood started forming a sphere in front of his eyes, “Or drain you of every last drop of blood in your body.”
“Hey!” A barista yelled out, pointing a finger at you, “No powers.”
You smirked at Xavier, turning to face Wednesday and releasing your hold on him.
Wednesday didn’t look amused in the slightest, so your smirk dropped. But then you felt a tap and saw Thing hand you a piece of paper.
I’m yours, y/n.
It read in swooping, sloping, cursive letters. You looked up and met Wednesday’s stoic eyes with a crooked smile.
And though most would argue that Wednesday’s eyes eyes held no emotion, you would argue that they held all of them. Just because they were hidden, didn’t mean that they weren’t there.
Just because your relationship is hidden, doesn’t mean that it’s not there.
Your relationship was Sirius, hidden by the light pollution that was Nevermore’s ignorance.
You wore Wednesday’s love like an ostentatious piece of jewellery, but it was hidden beneath your shirt. The outline was there, begging people to look at it, but it didn’t shine, so no one cared for it.
But that didn’t matter because after all, Wednesday was just yours.
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Chapters: 7/?
Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Hanzo Shimada/Reader, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix/Reader, Cole Cassidy/Genji Shimada, Cole Cassidy/Hanzo Shimada, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler
Characters: Hanzo Shimada, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Genji Shimada, Cole Cassidy (Overwatch), Moira O'Deorain, Sombra | Olivia Colomar, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Overwatch Ensemble
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Reader-Insert, AFAB reader - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Eventual Smut, Cupid Hanzo Shimada, bisexual reader, Masturbation, Alternate Universe - Dungeons & Dragons, Bisexual Hanzo Shimada, greek mythology but make it dnd, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Inappropriate Use of Mage Hand Spell (Dungeons & Dragons), learning how to heal from trauma together, depictions of toxic relationships, Hand Jobs, widow/reader happened in the past but is referenced heavily, onesided hanzo/cole, Reader is a Bard, reader has depression and anxiety, Hanzo Shimada is Bad at Feelings, Trauma Bonding, no one is straight in this story, Songfic, Mutual Pining, confess to your crush by singing, Bath Sex, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Fingering, Overstimulation, Aftercare, Cunnilingus
Series: Part 9 of dnd meets overwatch
Summary:
For the last ten years, you've been performing in seedy taverns barely getting by, drinking your sorrows away and pretending like this is the kind of lifestyle you're content with. All of that is shattered after a drunken encounter with the goddess of love, Aphrodite, who sees right through your bitter mask. Deeming it necessary to send a cupid directly from the celestial realm to be your guide in learning how to believe in love again and mend the deep wounds of your heart, she appoints none other than Hanzo. And Hanzo, determined to carry out his divine task no matter what is thrown in your way, is going to be the death of you sooner rather than later. It will take a miracle of heavenly proportions to make it to Aphrodite's temple without shoving your lute up his ass.
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