#divina

[viejospellejos]

La vista divina de Dios:

[guardianofreaks]

Esther Sinclair: What kind of pack will accept you now

Enid: My pack, I've got a mean bisexual, an even meaner lesbian, the she/they and he/theys, a himbo, a token straight that's on thin ice, a short queen, the guy who likes bees, a hand and my wife

Wednesday: A pack of outcasts

In order Bianca, Yoko, Divina, Trent, Pugsley, Ajax, Agnes, Eugene, Thing, and Wednesday

[mothsaresc4ry]

Enid had made it very clear that the whole group had to come to their dorm room

Yoko: *sits down on Enid's bean bag* So.. *looks around the room* why are we here?

Bianca: I have no—

Enid: *appears out of nowhere with a pretty big jewelry velvet box* GUYS! I need y'all to sit down and look at this! *opens the box*

Bianca: What am I looking at? *squints her eyes because of the shininess of that thing*

Enid: *pulls out her 24 Karat gold Labubu*

Divina: No. Way. That's not real.. *grabs her Girlfriend's hand*

Enid: *smirks proudly* It is. And it was made for me

Yoko: By who?

Enid: Willa *giggles happily*

Bianca: *absolutely flabbergasted by that info* WE— WEDNESDAY ADDAMS?! Why would she—

Wednesday: *steps into the room through the window* Easy. It's cursed.

Ajax: ... what?

Wednesday: *shrugs* I had the jeweler forge it in gold to preserve the malign energy. It's safer this way.

Yoko: S-Safer for who?

Wednesday: *stares Yoko down* For me. Because now she has it. *nods to Enid*

Enid: *hugs her 24 Karat gold Labubu* I love it so much

Bianca: *watches in disgust* So you gave your girlfriend a potentially haunted, one-of-a-kind, solid gold demon-gremlin just to keep it away from yourself?

Wednesday: *nods* Precisely.

Enid: *looks at the group* This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me!

Ajax: ouch

Bianca: I'm actually scared of your relationship

[jaxtheghostface]

𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊 |3|

Note: Y/N fanfiction

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N becomes romantically obsessed with Nevermore's mid-term arrival, Wednesday Addams. He knows the risk, but he has to know her.

Warnings: Slightly gory descriptions

Nevermore Academy: Front

Wednesday Addams takes a deep breath, letting the mild irritation seethe through her like a disease. Having to change her outfit into one made by overbearing adults has to be the most humiliating thing that's happened to her this year. But in the end, this is what she has to do to humor her parents.

She eventually forces herself to step outside where her family is waiting. Her father gasps happily at the sight of her new outfit. "Look at you, my little deathtrap!" He exclaims as he walks over, rubbing his cheek against her own. "Seeing you in this uniform brings back so many terrible memories. Doesn't it, Tish?"

"Yes." Morticia smiles widely, before part of it drops slightly. She knows this will also mean that she isn't going to see her for a long time. "Why don't you boys wait in the car? Wednesday and I need a moment."

Gomez taps on Wednesday's forehead before stepping back. Pugsley eventually comes over and, unable to contain himself anymore, throws himself on her for an emotional hug. She can literally hear him whimper into her shoulder.

When they separate, Wednesday gives him a stern look. "Pugsley, you're soft and weak. You'll never survive without me. I give you two months, tops."

"I'm going to miss you too, sis." Pugsley quietly responds, knowing what she truly means. The two boys then head back into the car with Lurch opening the door for them. Morticia then steps forward.

"Any plans you have of running away end right now." Morticia declares with a look, Wednesday just stares blankly at her in response. "I've alerted all family members to contact me the minute you darken their doorstep. You have nowhere to go."

"As usual, you underestimate me, Mother." Wednesday coldly replies as she crosses her arms, determined. "I will escape this educational penitentiary, and you will never hear from me again."

Morticia hums sadly.

"You are a brilliant girl, Wednesday. But sometimes, you get in your own way." She comments with a sigh, shaking her head. She leers at the walls of her old school and smiles. "I'm sure you'll grow to love Nevermore, and find it as life-changing as I did."

Wednesday glances down, her heart riddled with spiky needles the more she hears of her mother's expectations. They aren't judging, but it still sounds like she's railroading her own journey.

"Oh, I got you a little something." Morticia then holds up her hand, where a steel-black neckless rests. She points toward the letter in the middle before handing it to her. "W.... M.... our initials. It's made of obsidian, which Aztec priests used to conjure visions. It's a symbol of our connection."

Wednesday holds the neckless with her black fingernails and holds it up to her face. The curves on the edges of the letter only serve to mock her, to make her feel like she's a clone of someone else's. She doesn't see the magic her mother claims it has.

"Which one of your spirits suggested this toe-curling tchotchke?" Wednesday questions with a look of disgust, wiping the smile off of Morticia's face. "I am not you, Mother. I will never fall in love, or be a housewife, or have a family."

But maybe she can forgive her for the illusion. Appearances can be deceiving.

"I'm told girls your age say hurtful things, and I shouldn't take it to heart." Morticia mentions with a wounded expression, to which Wednesday glances down bitterly.

"Fortunately, you don't have one."

However, Morticia smiles at that remark.

"Finally, a kind word for your mother." Morticia whispers before turning her head over to Lurch and waving him over. The zombie butler approaches with a massive metal pyramid case that she hands to the woman. "Now, we can't talk to you for the first week while you're settling in, so we'll call you next Sunday."

She then hands the crystal ball to the girl who reluctantly takes it. Her hand hovers over Wednesday who flinches away before she eventually has to return to the car where Lurch once again opens the door for her. Morticia gives her daughter one last heartfelt glance before stepping inside.

Lurch gets into the driver's seat. Wednesday glances at the neckless again as they drive away, thinking back to what her mother said about visions.

But then, she feels something watching her. Cold..... void...... dead. But nothing is close by, yet it's sending an unrecognizable chill down her spine. Her strongly-trained-instincts warn her of a potential stalker.

Her head turns towards the source of where the presence is coming from, but she doesn't catch anything. She swears she sensed something watching her from somewhere. Maybe she only didn't see it because of the reflection of the sun in the nearby windows.

She squints her eyes and glares at nothing as she pockets the neckless, carrying the metal case inside.

In the car, Gomez pulls out a handkerchief for the teary-eyed Morticia. The separation still hurts, even if it was inevitable. "Don't worry, my love. Our little scorpion won't be alone."

He presses a button that opens a compartment right under the undercarriage. A hand covered in numerous stiches hops out, before hastily scuttling towards the academy.

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Nevermore Academy: Caliban Hall

Y/N L/N sits in the couch of the common room, tapping/scrolling furiously on the keyboard of the laptop he's borrowing. He's been ignoring his phone that dings every five minutes, preferring both it and the other noises emitting throughout the space as background noise. His search for answers if off to a bad start, even though he's tried the most basic tricks by now.

Addams Family....

He knew he would see them again, but he didn't know that they would be birthing clones.... assuming Wednesday is who she says she is. Which is barely anything, but still.

Pretty much nothing, as usual. The family still only uses the socials for business purposes and nothing else. Smart move on their part. Though, it's surprising that they haven't gotten banned yet for some of the dinner images.

Interestingly, their daughter, the newcomer, is barely in any of these. The only one he finds with her in it is from a few weeks ago, but not because she was actively participating in it.

She looms in the background, failing to keep herself hidden from the camera's lens. She's glaring at it like it's her number one enemy with a cold, lifeless demeanor. And he figures it's probably not a wild guess to assume that that's her default expression.

It's all too familiar.

"I don't know, man, she keeps trying to talk to me every time we share a class together. And she's always giving me these weird looks as if I did something wrong." Ajax rants on as he and Xavier are playing table soccer against each other, with the psychic purposefully going easy on the gorgon. "You think Enid wants something from me?"

"Ajax, the idea of you ever graduating this private school is beyond me." Xavier comments out loud with a very disappointed shake of his head, causing Ajax to blink, offended.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Are you kidding me?" Xavier stares at him with an irritated brow, to which Ajax just shrugs at him. "She likes you, moron. She's trying to hint that she's attracted to you." He spells it out loud for him.

"What? No, that's.... that's impossible." Ajax blinks rapidly, baffled by the sudden news. "I mean, she does know that I'm a gorgon, right?"

"Believe me, I'm just as shocked as you." Xavier remarks with a loud sigh.

"Well, we don't really know for sure if she, like..... like, likes me, you know?" Ajax proposes with a look of uncertainty, as if trying to convince himself more than anybody else. "It's probably just a phase or something. Nobody would really be with a Stoner. I doubt first loves really last that long."

"You'd be surprised." Y/N mutters out loud without really thinking, taking a long sip of his blood. The other two glance at him, unaware.

"What are you even searching for, anyway?" Xavier asks him with a hint of suspicion, finally noticing just how determined the guy is with that electronic device. "We haven't gotten any homework, yet."

"Nothing." Y/N denies with a shake of his head, not caring if they believe it or not. He eventually gives up, leaning back with a tired sigh. "Geez.... what type of teenaged girl doesn't have any social media?"

"A girl?" Ajax utters, his interest immediately peeked the second he hears Y/N mentioning someone of the opposite sex. He forgets the table game and walks over to get a look. "No way, dude, you already found someone else?"

"No, I didn't." Y/N quickly shoots down as swiftly he closes the laptop before Ajax can even see it. "I'm just..... scrolling through Freakr."

"Aw, no way, you match with anyone yet?" Ajax asks him with extreme curiosity, easily believing the guy's bluff.

Y/N shrugs his shoulders in an effort to play dumb. "Maybe...."

"You're making sure she's single, right?" Xavier chimes in with a pointed look towards the vampire, causing the other two to glance at him awkwardly.

"I mean, I will obviously try." Y/N promises to the psychic, still playing the innocent high school teenager. Even though, technically, it's a lot more suspicious that way, considering the fact that he's a vampire. "But I doubt a girl will actually put a note on her bio that says, P.S I am already engaged in case you're into that, too."

"People are, though." Ajax comments with a small nod. "The main cause of divorce is marriage, man."

Y/N looks at him with a raised brow.

"Not the point I'm trying to make."

"Whatever, just be careful about what you're doing." Xavier advises him, shooting the guy a very scorned look. His eyes briefly boil into a dark shade of red. "You have a habit of messing things up."

He walks out of the common room after delivering that line, leaving Ajax to whistle out loud.

"Harsh...."

"He's not wrong." Y/N replies with a blank expression, causing Ajax to blink at him, confused. "Chaos is kind of like my breakfast syrup."

"You know, maybe it's none of my business, but this is just making me more and more curious about what the heck happened between you guys and Bianca." Ajax admits out loud as he tries to make his version of a 'detective' face. "Like, is this because of the mural, or....?"

"You should follow that first mindset.... man." Y/N advises the Scale, playfully mocking the slang that he uses every single day. He stands up and hooks the laptop under his shoulder. "And honestly? I think you should give Enid a chance, even if it turns out to be a mistake."

Ajax looks up at him, surprised. "Seriously?"

"Mostly, yeah." Y/N nods in confirmation. "You learn a lot about yourself from your first heartbreak."

He then heads out of the common room as well, leaving Ajax to soak all of Y/N's words, then instantly regretting it.

Now he's wondering how he made a form of encouragement sound so pessimistic.

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Nevermore Academy: Wilderness

Sheriff Donovan Galpin was called after someone reported a dead body in the woods. And judging from the frantic 911 call, it was pretty bad. The crime scene itself lived up to that reputation when he came over and found a decapitated head on a log, the face on it looking horrified before whatever found him ripped his head off.

The storm has picked up, driving the rain even harder against their hats. Some of it has washed out most of the blood that originally covered the entire crime scene. The thunder booms loudly over their heads.

"Where's the rest of him?" Galpin curiously asks his deputy, Ritchie Santiago.

"Well, the torso and arm are over there." Ritchie points towards a spot on the ground where the parts lie vacant. "We found a leg by the lake. There's an arm in that tree over there, and the rest of the parts are so far unaccounted for. It matches the profile of the other two attacks last week."

Galpin slowly nods. "Alright, issue a warning. Keep all hikers out of the woods. Don't approve any more campfire permits for the foreseeable future."

"What do you want me to tell the press?" Ritchie queries, causing Galpin to shoot her a look. "You know they're going to be swarming like mosquitos in July."

"Tell 'em the bear is back." Galpin calmly orders, making the deputy chuckle.

"You don't honestly believe that, Sheriff."

"No, I don't." Galpin shakes his head, brimming with something. "Whatever did this wasn't human. Look, I know these murders are connected to Nevermore. I just can't prove it yet. So until I can...."

He points towards the school they can see from here, glaring at it as if it's a crater carrying a megaton nuke stuck in the ground. One that can vaporize their small town at any second if someone dares to mess with it.

"....It's a goddamn bear."

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Nevermore Academy: Ophelia Hall

Wednesday has finally found the time to get rid of the slices of film that's been polluting the clockwork window. She's not unfair about it, though, only taking off the half that belongs to her side of the room. If she's going to be sleeping in here for a little while, she needs to at least be able to tolerate it.

Soon, the door to the dorm room opens, and Enid steps out, looking like she's witnessed a murder. "What the hell did you do to my room?!"

"Dividing our room equally." Wednesday calmly answers before kicking all of Enid's colorful decorations out of her territory. Now, the moonlight shines perfectly on the floor, on her instruments the way she likes it. "Looks like a rainbow vomited on your side."

Enid jaw clenches, her entire body shaking.

"I-"

"Silence would be appreciated." Wednesday swiftly cuts her off as she sits down in front of her desk, pulling her typewriter towards her. She shows absolutely no concern for the werewolf's pathetic emotions. "This is my writing time."

"Your writing time?"

"I devote an hour a day to my novel." Wednesday explains as she rolls up her jacket's sleeves, pulling up the next page. "Perhaps if you did the same, your vlog might be coherent. I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation."

"I write in my voice, it's my truth!" Enid passionately states defensively, not sure what gave the other girl the right to judge. "It's what my followers love."

"Your followers are clearly imbeciles." Wednesday degrades as she turns around with an almost insulted expression. She stands up and steps towards her. "They respond to your stories with insipid little pictures."

Enid raises a confused brow, not hearing anyone describe them like that before. "Uh, you mean emojis? It's how people express their feelings. You know, I realize that's a foreign concept for you."

"When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind..... rope, shovel, hole." Wednesday coldly responds before turning around and walking back to her desk. "By the way, there are two Ds in Addams. If you're going to gossip about me, at least spell my name correctly."

Enid blinks the second she hears that last part, then softly scoffs. "Geez, you sound just like your friend."

Wednesday pauses, then turns back towards her, squinting. "I don't have any friends here."

"Really? Because when I was trying to ask the school's mysterious stranger about you, he literally said the exact same thing about your name." Enid reveals to her, giving her a curious look. "You don't have vampire cousins or something, do you?"

Wednesday glances down, trying to remember who Enid could be talking about. It's true that there's a handful of undead specimens in her family, but none that feast on the blood of other biologicals.

"He's scary, too..." Enid also mentions with a bit of a shudder, pulling on her sweater as if suddenly getting a chill. "He threatened to eat me when I asked about you, though I guess I deserved it."

"Sounds like my kind of person." Wednesday comments, giving Enid a look of disregard before turning away from her. "It's a shame he didn't commit."

Enid glares at the back of her head, threatening to burn holes in there. But instead, she does the next best thing. She grabs her phone and plays a random peppy pop song from her playlist, making Wednesday freeze in place.

"Turn that off." Wednesday demands as she stares at her, wide-eyed. Enid only responds by dancing obnoxiously, which is a synonym for throwing sand in her eyes. This prompts the other girl to stomp towards her with menacing intent. "This is your final warning..."

Enid growls and flashes her nails in front of Wednesday, who stops after almost getting scratched by them.

"Don't mess with me!" Enid issues the demands here. "This kitty's got claws and I'm not afraid to use them."

Unfortunately for her, Wednesday is already coming up with multiple ways to counter the werewolf's threat. But before she can, the front door opens with a loud creak, prompting both of them to abruptly turn as if nothing was happening.

"Good evening, girls!" A redhaired woman brightly walks into the room with their equally light red boots that have just been in a greenhouse. She carries a plant that she took out and brought with her. "Oh! Sorry about the mud. I wanted to make sure that Wednesday was settling in."

She stops when she realizes where the two girls are sitting specifically as Wednesday subtly steps farther back into her side of the room. Then, the teacher looks down and separates her red boots, noticing the invisible line that shows the contrast between the reflecting lights of the clockwork tower.

"Ah.... is this a bad time?"

The two girls share a silent look, which pretty much answers the question for them.

"I'm Ms. Thornhill, your dorm mom." The teacher finally introduces herself as she steps forward anyway in hopes of breaking the ice. "Apologies, I wasn't here to greet you when you arrived. I trust Enid has given you the old Nevermore welcome."

"She's been smothering me with hospitality. I hope to return the favor." Wednesday answers, prompting Enid to give her a flashy smile. ".... in her sleep."

The smile drops fast.

"Well, here's a little welcome gift from my conservatory." Thornhill states as she hands Wednesday flowerpot that she's been holding. "I try to match the right flower to each of my girls. And when I read your personal statement in your application, I immediately thought of this one."

The girl's curiosity is instantly peaked as she gives the black-petalled flower a look-over. "The black dahlia."

"Oh, you know it?"

"Of course. It's named after my favorite unsolved murder." Wednesday answers with a hint of what could be described as emotion. She looks at the flower and then up at the teacher with soft eyes. "Thank you."

"Okey-dokey. Well, before I leave, I want to go over a few house rules." Thornhill states as she gets into her actual teacher mode. "Lights off at ten, no loud music, and no boys.... ever."

Wednesday mentally hums.

"What's the story about going into the local town?"

"Passes to Jericho are a privilege, not a right. It's a brisk twenty-five-minute walk, or there's a shuttle on the weekends." Thornhill answers seriously. "The locals are a tad bit wary about Nevermore, so please don't go making any waves or perpetuating any outcasts stereotypes. That means keep your claws to yourself..."

She glances at Enid, revealing that she's not blind nor deaf. The werewolf averts her eyes in embarrassment.

"...and no smothering people in their sleep."

Wednesday blankly stares in a way that offers no promises.

"Are we clear?"

Enid shifts a bit, Wednesday stares menacingly at her. No one says anything. Despite this, Thornhill cracks a smile.

"Great talk!"

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Nevermore Academy: Caliban Hall

Tonight feels entirely different than every other night that Y/N has had in his entire undead lifespan, though that's just him counting the years from the top of his head. After his shower, he gets hit with memories four centuries old.

Once he puts his shirt on, he walks over to his desk and grabs his phone, noticing how many text messages he's received in the past couple of hours.

Bianca

U there?

Bianca

Is this about that new girl?

Bianca

Plz talk to me.

Ajax

Yo, what's up with you and Xavier? He's been getting more bitter ever since that new girl arrived and Bianca's been making eyes at you.

Y/N ignores pretty much all of them. He feels like embracing his inner brooding artist tonight. Besides, he doesn't know how to break up with a girl he's already broken up with. Sounds a bit too complicated, even for him.

He doesn't really do that 'serious' stuff anymore.

He subconsciously pulls up the camera app without thinking. He's found himself using it a lot more often lately. The latest pictures have been of the mentioned new girl, Wednesday Addams.

One of her in the halls and outside. There's only two.... Five..... Seven.... Ten.

Okay, maybe he took one too many.

Creeeeeaaak!

Y/N hastily swipes away and turns off his phone the second he hears the door opening. He turns around just in time to see Caliban's current dorm master, known by everyone as Coach Vlad, marching into his room with that eternal stoic expression on his face. 

"You know you're supposed to knock, right?" Y/N reminds the athletic teacher with a slightly irritated look, only to drop when it when he notices a slight twitch in Vlad's eye. That could only happen if something's wrong.

 The man holds up the newspaper in his hand and then tosses it onto the coffin, making hard eye contact with him. "They found another body." He reports in fluent Russian. "They found this one on the Nevermore trail. That makes three people dead."

Y/N blinks as he stands up and walks over to pick up the newspaper article and read it for himself.

Bear claims another victim! Jericho residents point at Nevermore.

"So?" Y/N asks with a raised brow, easily switching to the original language that he grew up with. He throws the newspaper back onto the coffin dismissively. "People die all the time."

"Please, Uncle Y/N. People are already nervous about Outcasts living so close to them. If this keeps up, Nevermore will pay the price, not Jericho." Vlad tells him with a serious glint in his eye. Dramatic, but the other male can't argue. "Three bodies, mutilated upon recognition, body parts missing.... we both know that this isn't some rabid bear."

Y/N slowly shakes his head, walking towards and opening his closet for idle purposes. "Police are supposed to handle it. It's not of my business."

"You can't just ignore this. It's not in your blood." Vlad states as he gestures towards the newspaper, looking up at the vampire even though he's psychically much younger than him. "When I was a child, you told me that you were part of the Nightshades. A society that fought against the hierarchy and established peace that could bring Normies and Outcasts together. This monster threatens all of that."

"The Nightshades died." Y/N quickly shoots him down with a subtle glare. "It's just a fraternity group now. One I have to babysit."

"Is that why you neglect them? Why they're all sneaking around behind each other's backs?" Vlad interrogates him as if he is his psychiatrist. "The old society can be brought back if you just took the time to teach them."

Y/N doesn't verbally respond. He hooks his Nevermore uniform and closes the closet shut before turning around with this sense of impatience, as if only waiting for him to finish talking. Vlad rolls his eyes with a sigh.

"You've been here for more than three-hundred years. You've faked and changed your identity many times just so you can continue lounging these halls, taking the same classes over and over again. You barely talk to anyone because you make them afraid of you. And the few who try to know you, you keep at arms length." Vlad points out before giving him a squinted look. "Why do you stay here, Uncle Y/N?"

Y/N averts his eyes, subconsciously rubbing the scar under his shirt. 

"What am I supposed to do?" He asks Vlad with a blank expression, rather than answering the question he was already given. "Play Sherlock Holmes? Wish the monster away?"

"I can't answer that for you." Vlad states with a shake of his head. "But if you really believe that there's no hope for Nevermore, then the Nightshades really are dead."

He picks up the newspaper and exits the room, leaving Y/N to process that for himself.

Y/N glances down, the memories he was trying to suppress moments earlier eventually coming back to the surface thanks to his nephew. They always come back, eventually. He should know better, but he always tries the simpler option. 

He goes towards the bookcase. The door on the top shelf still there like it always is. He raises his hand in front of the skull lock, waiting. Its eyes glow and erupts a waft from the wind before it eventually unlocks with a click. 

He opens it to find some nostalgic items. His old violin, clothes, and a small photo hidden in between decade-old books, just in case someone actually managed to unlock this thing. 

He slides it out carefully, so it isn't scratched. For most people, it would be junk. But for him, it holds more than just historical value. Since it's a portrait, he looks into the eyes of the person it illustrates from as far as the 1600s. The source behind all of his secrets....

She looks exactly like Wednesday, the only difference being that her pigtails are golden. He subconsciously brushes his thumb against the cheek of the girl, somehow able to feel skin despite it not being real. His own brain paints the colors for him.

He stares at it with a grave expression, absorbed into everything it reminds him of the longer he stares at it. That one time she smiled, she laughed, she danced, then she died.

And now, there's someone at Nevermore that looks exactly like her.

It seems that she finds new and new ways to haunt him, after all these years.

[sxftmulti]

Enid: I think Yoko's a drug dealer.

Divina: Mhmm.

Enid:

Enid: Are you not concerned?

Divina: I thought this was common knowledge?

[vxntagedior]

the aftermath

summary | as the poe cup has come around, xavier finally finds the chance to tell you your feelings, but he expressed them at the wrong time

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!reader

warning | fluff, angst, xavier is hopelessly in love and an idiot, miscommunications, yoko being the bestest friend, it's mentioned reader is a vampire

word count | 1.6k

You couldn’t feel like celebrating, the team gathered in yours and Yoko’s room, well except for Wednesday. 

Numbly sitting on your bed, you watched as Enid, Yoko and a few other girls from Ophelia came to celebrate, dancing around with the cup. 

“Aren’t you happy Y/n?” Enid turned to you. You finally came out of your head looking up at her. “You okay, you don’t look so good.”

Looking up at them, you sighed, “Xavier kissed me today.”

There was a moment of silence before all the girls cheered around, squealing. Yoko pulled you from the bed, hugging you tightly.

“See, I told you it was bound to happen.” They smiled, “He likes you back.”

“See, I told you it was bound to happen.” They smiled, “He likes you back.”

“Wait,” Divina interrupted, though not around the winning team, she came in support for Yoko, “when did it happen? You never went away from the group.”

“During the Poe Cup.”

“You all stay here, and watch over the boat!” You yelled to Yoko, Enid and Wednesday before running off into the forest. 

Ajax and Xavier had a head start of you but you were determined to make it ahead and finally win the cup this year. 

Looking back, you saw Bianca slowly coming in the background, whipping your head back around, bumping into someone.

“Woah watch where you’re going.” You felt them wrap their hands around your bicep to stabilize you before helping you stand up straight. 

“Xavier.” You sighed. As much as you wished for something to happen, you couldn’t let anything get in your way of getting that flag. 

“In such a rush?” There was a playful glimmer in his eyes, “I think we have it this year.”

“In your dreams.” You clipped back. 

“Oh, I do dream of you.” Your eyes soften slightly at the statement, before you remember where you are.

“Let me go!” You tried to wrestle out of his grip. Xavier was adamant of having you in his arms, and didn’t seem like he wasn’t going to let go anytime soon. 

“Leaving me so soon.” He smirked, “One more thing.”

You couldn’t even think after what happened. One second you could see the flag in your field of vision and the next, you felt being pushed against a tree, with Xavier’s lips on yours. 

His hands slowly trailed down your arms, wrapping them around your waist, your hands subconsciously placed on his chest. You couldn’t even register what was happening, dreaming of this moment. 

Kissing him back, your hands were wrapped around his neck, pulling him down closer to you. 

Feelings his hands dance around your torso, you heard the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer. 

“I got it!” Your eyes widened at the sound of Ajax’s voice, pulling away from Xavier, seeing Ajax behind him with the flag in his hand. 

Putting two and two together, you looked at Ajax then looking back at Xavier who had that cocky smirk on his face. 

“Good luck.” He whispered in your ear before running off. 

You felt embarrassed, angry, all whirlwinds of emotions. Swallowing it down, you ran to grab the flag before sprinting back to the boat. 

“What took you so long!” Enid practically screamed, pulling you back into your spot. Having the clear vision of you guys holding the Poe Cup, you couldn’t think of what had just happened, rowing even faster. 

The four of you started to row back, passing the AmontiLlado boat, seeing them starting to sink. You felt proud at the moment seeing Xavier’s face of defeat but turning back. 

You ran behind Enid and Wednesday ran towards the finish, you all cheering for your victory. 

“He kissed while I went to get the flag, and he-uh kissed me to distract me while Ajax was able to get their flag.” You confessed. 

“Oh honey.” Yoko cooed, wrapping their arms around you, leaning your head onto their shoulder. 

You didn’t want to cry, it was supposed to be a happy moment but nonetheless, you felt your eyes starting to water. Letting the tears cascade, you sobbed out loud. 

“I really liked him.” You cried, the rest of the girls all sat around you, consoling you. “And he used me!”

“He’s not worth it.” Enid said softly. 

On the other side of campus, Ajax sat at the edge of Xavier’s bed, watching him pace back and forth in his room. 

“Dude, you're giving me a headache.” Ajax said, “Can you say something.”

“God, I’m so stupid.” Xavier muttered for the hundredth time at night, pulling at the roots of his hair. 

“Anything but that.” Ajax sighed, he didn’t know how long he heard him muttering under his breath, “Just talk to her.”

“I can’t.” Xavier looked up at his friend, “You didn’t see her face, she looked heartbroken, it was like I betrayed her.” It wasn’t one of his best moments, but Xavier couldn’t hold it in anymore and kissing you while grabbing the flag wasn’t the time. 

He planned it all, after you or him won, he wanted to tell you how he felt, kiss you then. 

“Explain to her then.” Ajax offered, “You can’t avoid her forever.”

But you did. 

The following Monday, you walked through Nevermore with Yoko, ignoring Xavier like the plague, which was a pain because of the numerous classes you had with him. 

Walking into Mrs. Thornhill’s class, you started to make your way towards the back to sit with Yoko, but frowning when you saw Enid there. She sent you a sheepish smile before looking over your shoulder. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked over your shoulder to see the station where Xavier was sitting, with an empty seat next to him. 

Turning around you looked back at Enid and Yoko, sighing and rolling your eyes behind your sunglasses. 

Setting your stuff down the table, you took the seat next to him. 

“Hey.” He whispered, turning towards you, “You’re wearing your sunglasses, you never do.”

It made you feel a little happy that he noticed things about you, but shaking it off. 

The sun never bothered your eyes that much, never really needing to wear sunglasses, but after spending most of the weekend crying, your eyes were red and puffy. 

“Alright class.” Mrs. Thornhill called, you thanked whoever saved you at that moment. 

Xavier was dying to talk to you, get your attention, anything. Looking out of the corner of your eye, you saw him scribbling on the back side of his paper, his eyebrows furrowed. 

Looking up at Thornhill, you saw something being slid by your books, you looked down, seeing the self portrait of yourself. It was from the Poe cup, the cat makeup on your face, and the ears that Enid made you wear. 

Your eyes soften slightly, seeing how beautiful the picture was. Collecting yourself, you pushed it back to Xavier, gathering your stuff before walking out of class. 

“Y/n, wait up!” Xavier called for you in the crowded hallway. You turned back, seeing how everyone had been looking at the two of you. You wanted to talk, but you didn’t need half the population of Nevermore listening in. 

“C’mon.” It was the first thing you had said to him in three days. Walking ahead of him, Xavier was on your heels, letting you take him anywhere. Arriving in front of the Poe statue, you look around the corridor before snapping twice. 

As the statue started to move back, you both walked down the stairs in the Nightshades library. 

Both of you stood in the middle of the room, both of you waiting for the other to talk. 

“I just want-” Xavier started. 

“Did you mean it?” You interrupted him. Your voice held no emotion, your body was stiff waiting for his answer. 

“What?” He asked. 

“Did you actually want to kiss me or was it to distract me?” You explained further. 

“No, of course not.” Xavier shook your head. 

You couldn’t help but start to ramble, “Because if it was, that was truly cruel, everyone knows how I feel about you and if you used my feelings to try to win, I don’t think I can be around you anymore and-”

Before you could finish, Xavier grabbed the side of your face, his hands on your cheek while his thumbs cradled your jaw, kissing you. You breath sucked in, your eyes wide, not even registering what was happening.

Your hands pushed against his chest, pulling him away from you. 

“You can’t do that.” Your voice faltered. “You can’t play with my feelings like that!”

Xavier’s hands were still on your face, moving away from your cheeks, pulling your sunglasses off your face. 

He saw the tears in your eyes, using the pad of his thumb, to wipe away the tears that started to cascade down your cheek. 

“I love you.” He said softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. “And I’m an idiot.”

“You are.” You laughed quietly. 

“Ajax told me I finally needed to tell you, and I had this whole plan, kissing you after the race, when we won.”

“When I win.” You corrected him. 

“Right.” He smiled, before continuing. “And what happened during the forest, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore, I was an idiot for leaving you like that, I should have explained myself afterwards.”

“You really love me.” Your hands were wrapped around his wrists.

“Of course I do.” He smiled. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life telling you.”

“Yoko’s gonna freak when I tell them.” You chuckled. 

“Really.” He started to smile, “I just told you I love you and all you’re thinking about is Yoko’s reaction.”

“Of course.” You smiled. “So are you gonna kiss me again?”

“For the rest of my life.”

fin.

[lyno-owo]

Vampire and the fangs, I think yoko can hide it inside normally when she doesn't need it.

They are eating french fries btw if you can't tell.