Isaac Night: Wrath
Fandom: Wednseday
Kind of feels like a Francoise x reader in the beginning tbh
CW: !!!Sexual battery/Attempted SA!!!, bullying, ostracization, nightmares, salf-loathing, physical altercation/battery, intimidation/threats, Isaac is a piece of shit in the beginning(he continues to be one until nearing the end) Imagine being close friends with Francoise to the point she makes you her master without telling you. What happens when her brother finds out, and he isn't very happy:
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You never made Francoise do anything she wasn't comfortable with, you stayed by her side in the dorms, comforted her when she was overwhelmed.
You knew she was a Hyde, but even during moments where she warned you that you were in danger, you'd refused to leave her side, often managing to calm her down before anything major happened.
She'd often have nightmares, you never demanded a reason why she'd pleaded to sleep in your bed, but you knew from her shuddering that something was wrong.
After doing so several times, she'd began to feel guilty, having noticed how eyes have become clouded with exhaustion. You maintain your grades, but the way you drag yourself through the day leaves her feeling ashamed.
You notice when she stops climbing into your bed at night, but the sounds of her muffled cries still reach you. Deciding one night that she needed someone, and you weren't about to leave her to suffer alone.
"Francoise?" You call out softly, voice pulling her from her tears.
"Y-yeah?" Her tone shaky as she turns to face you, your silhouettes vaguely visible due to the light sheen of moonlight diffusing through the skylight.
"Come here." You whisper, pulling back the covers a bit. She hesitates despite the longing in her eyes, wanting the comfort of another human, but feeling guilty.
"I don't like it when you're sad... come on, I don't mind." You continue, hoping to win her over, desperate to stop her nightmares. She's slow, movements dragging as though thinking at any moments you'll change your mind.
When she finally approaches your bed, her skin is ice cold, hair a little frazzled from her tossing, cheeks still wet from the tears. You pull her close, cradling her close, fingers running delicately through her hair as she slowly lulls to sleep.
"You know, you're my closest friend." She'd whispered one night.
"As you are mine." You state back, pulling the covers up a little higher over the both of you.
You are a pyrokinetic outcast, an ability with such an immense capability for destruction that you refuse to use it around others, fearful you may injure them. You'd never used your powers in public, keeping them solely to yourself due to your fears.
Your choice did lead to some ostracization, though it never truly bothered you, most left you alone other than sneering a weak insult that often left you laughing instead of offended.
"And just what type of beast are you?" Isaac taunts, no playfulness in his tone despite his mischievous smirk.
You straighten up, when Francoise introduced you to him, you'd never expected him to be such a major asshole. She'd been adamant that you two meet, only giving in because of your deep care for her, but you felt the inkling of regret the longer her looked at you.
His gaze didn't feel cruel, but it definitely wasn't kind. His eyes were cold, skimming over you as though observing for anything he could take notes on; sterile, obsessive, analytical - those are the words that come to mind when you look at Isaac Night.
"I could ask you the same." You state back, unwilling to let him push you into a corner, of course, he didn't seem like the type to shy away from a challenge.
The coldness in his eyes shifts to amusement, remaining silent as his wide steps drag him into your space. You back up quickly, but his advance is more aggressive than your apparent retreat.
He has you shoved against the railing inside of Iago, inches of air being the only barrier between the two of you.
"I know what she's done. If you think for one second that you can control her I will break you." Words sharp enough to split steel.
You have no idea as to what the fuck he is referring to, unaware that Francoise had done anything that could possibly warrant such an abrasive threat from her brother.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You whisper, attempting to remain reticent despite how unnerving his presence is.
He huffs in disbelief, a sadistic grin appearing before he's across the room once more, hands tinkering away on his latest invention. The air was stiff as you attempted to understand what just happened and why he pulled away so suddenly, attention being pulled to the elevator with its unmistakable metallic shriek. Of course, Francoise had returned.
He would never let you feel at ease after that day, always popping up in your sacred places, whether that be in the library or in the nightshade archives, he was not allowing you to think you could be alone.
It was slowly driving you insane, him randomly showing up, intruding upon your space under the guise of friendship that would fool any passersby's. Dragging a book from your hands one day, and another slinging his arm over your shoulders, testing just how far he could push you.
At first, his random appearances pissed you the fuck off, you finally make a friend who you'd give your life for, and her brother seems to be the one intent on taking it. Just your luck she'd have a homicidal sibling.
For the first few months his intrusions were unwelcome, uncomfortable, nauseating even when you knew his presence was forcing you into a situation where he would invade your personal space. It was all a power play, one which he continued even when Francoise was around.
Francoise knew Isaac was being overbearing and rude, having even confronted him over it; but all that did was make him more determined. The fact that Francoise was actually standing up to him for the first time in their lives, yeah, that is sure to push a few buttons.
Despite his... intrusions. Isaac's demeanor slowly shifted away from the pompous prick he presented, morphing VERY slowly into the quiet, borderline sweet boy whose presence no longer sent your body into panic mode. Allowing you a glimpse into the person Francoise described when begging to introduce you two.
You noticed minute changes in your day, when sitting in the library there was usually one moment where a snide comment would be tossed your way - usually referring to you as a normie freak despite the fact you were very much an outcast. You tried to ignore the snide remarks, but it was rather obvious that their words were humiliating; especially when other students noticed and made no move to interfere.
However, about 2 months into Isaac's impromptu visits that gradually turned friendly, there was a sudden lull in the bullying. It was rather odd, being able to go about your day without harassment, and it left a suspicious, uneasy feeling welling in your gut.
It was a shock when the reason was finally revealed, and it left you in a confrontation with yourself on if you would allow Isaac to be more than the boy who threatened you on the first day you met.
Then you saw it one day, the normal group of three entering the library, your head raising as they approached; but then, they just stopped? More so froze in place, all of them wearily eyeing the space to your left. Eyebrows lowered in bewilderment, you followed their gaze, curious as to what so quickly forced their attention away from you.
The sight of Isaac standing between the book shelves, his shoulders rigid, glare a silent challenge. He was holding the book you'd been looking for, fingers digging into the cover as his fists clenched. Your gaze drifted between the two tense parties, feeling like you're stuck in the middle of a standoff; one that only seemed to end when Isaac took a step closer, evidently daring them to continue with their original plan.
You knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of Isaac's glare, it was suffocating, sending a shiver of fear through your body, a cold dousing feeling that left you standing in shocked stillness; and that's exactly what was happening to them.
At their lack of movement, Isaac took one more step forward, his right hand fraying slightly from his side, a clear message that he wasn't afraid to use his abilities in such a public environment. Their eyes widened at the movement, the leaders own hand moving out as though to motion for their group to back away. The others do so, quickly flanked by Isaac until the exit the library.
His return was quiet, acting as though nothing had happened, as if he hadn't just defended you. He simply placed the book before you, delicately pushing it closer before taking a seat beside you to tend to his own novel.
"You didn't have to do that..." You mumble, eyes locked on the book you'd thought to be lost among the bookshelves.
"Yet, I did anyways." Tone neutral, eyes meeting yours momentarily before returning to the sentences he'd focused so intently on.
You didn't push, unwilling to come off as ungrateful despite your unanswered curiosity.
After a while his appearances started to feel more like an inside joke, solely done to entertain and amuse the two of you, having found yourself breaking into a smile when he'd randomly slide into the seat beside you.
You wouldn't say you two were friends, not yet, not when the threat of your first meeting remained unaddressed. Despite these seemingly warmer encounters, you two still had your moments when the confrontations left you recoiling, worried he might lash out physically. He never did, but your fear spoke volumes as to how your relationship was defined.
"If you're going to follow me into Jericho, at least try and be stealthy! You're just embarrassing yourself at this point." You call, not even turning around to know that the person treading through the adjacent woods is you least favorite stalker.
The noise goes silent before a sudden presence is felt to your left, nearly causing a heart-attack at the sight of him.
"I think my stealth is pretty good seeing as to how your heart nearly leapt out of your chest just now." He smirked, that same mischievous smirk from your first meeting, but the prior hidden cruelty seems to not be present.
On the walk back you two get into an argument, Isaac walking off in a huff, leaving you to travel back from Jericho to Nevermore, at night, alone despite knowing you are terrified of the dark.
The trail you'd been taking was through the woods, a short cut Isaac had said would cut off five minutes, but it only prolonged your fright as you were unfamiliar with the trail and had absolutely no idea where you were.
Voice quietly calling out for Isaac, the forest falling silent when the sound of twigs snapping sharply cuts through the night.
Hesitantly calling out for him, weakly hoping that he was just trying to scare you.
"Sorry honey, but I don't know an Isaac." A voice you were unfamiliar with responded. You feared meeting a stranger alone at night, never mind the fact that you were very much lost in the woods with no indication on which direction to run.
Fear skyrocketing exponentially when the sound of leaves being stepped on and branches being broken made you aware that there was more than a few people in this strangers group. You'd never wanted a friend as much as you did in that moment, hoping wistfully that your body will still be identifiable after they're done with you.
At this point Isaac has taken a moment to think over your last interaction, realizing that he left you on an unfamiliar trail all alone. His hearts gears clanking for a second at the thought of how scared you must be, swiftly turning to hopefully find you right where he left you.
However, when he hears your pleadings for someone to leave you alone, a burning terror overwhelm him. Isaac calls for you, raising his hand when you and the stranger are in his sight, instincts telling him to get you as far away from them as possible.
"Isaac, run!" You yell as the boy harshly pulls you close, hoping to save him from the ambush; but your attempt was futile. You are forced to watch as about five boys jump him, shoving him to the ground before tying his hands, leaving you both at their mercy.
Even as you're held down, the boys hand groping lasciviously down your body despite your cries for him to stop, you still refuse to use your ability. Arms and legs secured by several others, the pressure making your fingers go numb.
Isaac forced to watch, being held down as well by the other boys with his hands tied. Unable to use his right hand, he is left without his telekinesis, an unusual and discomforting helplessness that overwhelms him.
"Get off of her!" Isaac snarled, rage alight in his eyes, spitting in one of the normies eyes when they pull him back.
You focus on him instead of what's happening to you, instead of the unwanted clawing that snags at your clothes. Bleary eyes meeting his own, a silent pleading for comfort, for a semblance of stability.
In a way, you don't use your abilities since you don't see yourself as someone worth saving, just a reject that even your own parents didn't want. You'd hidden and suppressed your ability out of shame and fear to the point you had trouble using it, you weren't even sure that these immense emotions could bring out a flame anymore.
The fury in Isaac's eyes is only overshadowed by the fear, tone trembling when he calls out to you, desperate attempts to get to you being foiled by the other teens.
You didn't want to call out for Isaac, to make him feel at fault for being unable to help you, but you needed to know he was there, that you weren't alone.
"Isaac, Isaac please!" Your cried, hand reaching out for him as best you could. The guilt welling at your throat, knowing he's incapacitated yet still torturing him with your begging for his assistance.
"Get off of her!" He yelled, voice echoing through the woods, loud enough that had anyone on the outskirts of town been outside, they'd have heard. He forced himself up, dragging the person behind him, biting the hand that swiftly moved to cover his mouth.
"You fucking outcast scum!" The boy exclaimed, ripping his hand away, teeth gritting when he notices the blood. The normie meeting Isaac's eyes as he spits out what blood had seeped into his mouth. Isaac had that taunting glint in his eyes, it had once left you worried he'd hurt you, now you can't help but feel safer knowing he's here too.
"Johnny! I know we're here for the bitch, but can we at least rough this one up?" The boy on top of you halts his ministrations, hands gripping your shirt to the point he'd lifted you off the ground by an inch. Isaac's outburst was clearly an unwelcome interruption.
"Yeah whatever, just keep him quiet! Don't want the sheriff coming out, not that he'd do anything." The boy hummed contentedly, seemingly satisfied with his 'leadership' skills.
"You best not think of screaming either. Don't want your boyfriend to die tonight, do you?" His grimy teeth appear in a perverted smile. His hands tear at your shirt, but he quickly gives up, grabbing his knife and running the blade down the middle to slice the seam.
He wasn't careful with his ministrations, the blades tips carving into your chest and abdomen, a yelp of pain escaping as fresh blood began to well along the wounds.
"Oh, I'm so sorry about that doll, didn't mean to hurt you so bad in the beginning, that was for the others to do later."
You disappear into your head once more as his lips meet your neck, he's rough, cruel, focused solely on his own desires despite the pain and trauma he knows will permanently scar you.
Content to stay in this dream, staring at the dark silhouettes of the trees against the night sky. How the stars sparkle through the clouds, how the moons half crescent provides just enough light that there are dull shadows cast in the night.
Wanting to stay there forever, but then you hear something, a sound... You'd not experienced many fist fights, but defending Francoise has increased your repertoire. It was the sound of a fist, the contact was sharp, loud, made when hitting an area that has less fat and more bone.
Forcing yourself into your body once more, the physical assault is felt again, but you try to focus on finding the source of the noise.
There, about 20 feet off in the forest, there is a slight clearing, a group of 5 standing in a wide circle, a stumbling person in the middle.
It doesn't take long for you to recognize Isaac, they must've dragged him off after he'd started yelling.
You watch as he stumbles, taking several deep breaths before standing again, immediately being dropped to the floor by a solid punch to the jaw. He falls to his knee, almost hitting the floor as his hands are still tied behind his back, unable to support himself.
He manages to sit up, but is hit again before he can try to stand, falling to his back, chest rising erratically. You can feel a heat flowing through your body, a discomforting warmth that elicits the sense of overheating.
"Isaac... Isaac!" Your voice is weak, breaking when you try to callout. A swift smack knocks your head to the side.
"If you say his name one more time, I will kill him." The boy, Johnny, growled. Holding your jaw so tightly you felt something crack. He begrudgingly releases your jaw, head immediately falling back over to look at Isaac.
One of the boys crouches over Isaac's downed form, roughly grabbing him by the front of his shirt to lift him. He glares at the boy defiantly despite knowing he's at their mercy, spitting in their face, a dark substance staining the boys face - what you can only assume is his blood.
The boy had clearly been having fun, but you can see he becomes irate when the blood and spit mixture spatters into his eye.
The boys fist reels back, swinging , Isaac's face snapping to the side with each hit before returning to face his attacker.
You are well aware of the tears burning your eyes, wetting your already irritated cheeks. A wail escaping you when one final hit makes his body go limp, head hanging to the side.
Barely registering the intense fire coating your skin, only realizing when the sounds of pained cries echo around you and the pressure of the boy practically jumping off you.
Mind reeling, everything feels far away, blurry as you drag yourself up, balance failing you before managing to steady yourself. The only thing running through your mind is that you need to reach Isaac.
A hand grabs you, yanking you back momentarily before they too release you with a cry, your eyes meeting the boy who'd taken pleasure in assaulting you. An unusual anger burning in your lungs, eyes feeling alight as your hands dart out to him, grip not relinquishing despite his writhing.
The flames encasing him leave behind nothing but ash, you would normally feel terrified of yourself at this point, begging for forgiveness... yet all you can do is watch him crumble. Meeting his lackeys eyes, your silent threat quickly being pursued as some ran and others attacked. The flames are all consuming, spiraling wildly from you hands, burning along your arms and neck; what little of the clothing that hadn't been removed becomes singed, barely holding on to you as you rampage through the group.
Just reaching Isaac before the adrenaline wears off and you're crumbling beside him, managing to burn his restraints off before passing from exhaustion.
Isaac had been blotchily regaining consciousness when you'd first escaped your captor, able to witness as you fought off the delinquents. You weren't the best defender, taking a hit to the face, but managing to catch their arm on the next swing, Isaac's eyes widening in awe as your hands superheat the flesh, the scent reeking throughout the night air.
After you'd collapsed, he's quick to drape his coat over your form, wrapping it around you before carefully lifting you into his arms. Returning slowly to Nevermore, deciding that sneaking into his room is a better decision than bringing you at an authority figure; grateful at the realization that Gomez must be with Morticia for the night.
"Thank you, for saving me… Don't worry, I'll watch over you now."
Afterthoughts:
You wake up in his bed, still wrapped up in his coat, the smell of smoke and burnt flesh invading your senses.
He has to earn your trust, even after how he tried to save you, he had still been a violent, angry boy before that incident, someone who had lashed out and hurt you.
