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Demon Boy of Neverland Pt.2 (Humor, Smut)

Description: Peter is going to visit you in your new home, The Cage.

Demon Boy of Neverland: Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

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“Oh gods!” Y/N grumbled out as she shielded her eyes from the blinding sunlight once more.

A day had passed since Peter Pan had left her trapped, leaving only a cup of water and a bowl of fruit outside of her cage to tide her over through the day.

On her first night in Neverland, Y/N couldn’t sleep well; the faraway screeches resounding throughout the jungles surrounding her and the sinister-ness of the night as the full moon glowed brightly in the skies terrified her more than anything she had ever encountered back in the Enchanted Forest.

“Aw, bollocks,” Y/N said with a wince as her head and back ached dully.

She looked outside of her cage to see if there were any creeps lurking nearby, and once she found that she was all alone, she started talking to herself.

Of course she wasn’t going mad….or anything.

“Damnable Pan. Couldn’t have trapped me in a dungeon or a cave. At least there are roofs,” she straightened her back with even more audible cracks in her joints. “And proper floors, but noooo. Insufferable swine.”

Y/N cracked her neck from side to side as she said,“ Can’t believe I followed that green flat ass of his to Neverland.”

At the thought of being trapped against her own will, rage welled up inside of her.

She took it out on her cage and regretted it instantly.

“Blast!,” she said, cradling her bruised hand to her bosom.

She next tried kicking at the bars. She tried again and again and again until frustration frothed to the brim like a volcano ready to erupt and wreak havoc to whatever is nearby and so Y/N exploded into a frenzy of kicks and punches against a cage that remained intact despite giving her best blows.

Then, all of a sudden, Y/N froze. She lost all control over her limbs and so she was forced to stare ahead of her, only to see the approach of the demon boy of Neverland.

“Well, well, well. Good morning. Had fun last night? The wailings and screeches of suffering little flamingos and mermaids may put you off at first, but don’t worry. Soon, after a century or two in your cage, they’ll just be music to your ears, lulling you to sleep and to lovely dreams,” Peter greeted Y/N, with a malicious smirk that sent an ice-cold dagger spearing through her heart.

She attempted to make a scowl, but only succeeded in letting in a murderous look glint in her eyes.

Upon seeing her bloodied knuckles and murderous glare, Peter let loose a full blooming of an amused smile upon his damnably radiant face.

“Now, now darling. Look what you’ve gone and done to your new, shiny cage,” Pan gestured towards the blood stains on the cage walls.

He shook his head and exhaled a sigh of disappointment.

“Naughty, little creature. I thought you’d have learned your lesson yesterday and behave, like a good pet ought to. I suppose I shouldn’t have expected much.”

Peter reached out a hand between the bars of the cage to lightly carress Y/N’s jawline; so soft and so sweet were his strokes that Y/N nearly sighed out in pleasure if it weren’t for her being paralyzed.

“A wild creature like you needs to be disciplined. Now, how shall I discipline you?,” Peter said with a slow drawl that sent a disgustingly hot thrill of excitement throughout Y/N; a thrill that meant how much it sucks to be a hormone-filled adolescent.

Y/N grunted to herself in self-loathing.

‘Blast that damnably bone-melting accent to hell and back. Digesting the sight of that damnably green, good-looking demon makes me want to puke. He even dresses up like a Broccoli, a Broccoli that wants to make me it’s pet. Oh gods save me from this Broccoli!’

“What was that? I would love to hear for your suggestions on making yourself a good, obedient pet,” Pan said, flicking a quick gesture of his hand that allowed Y/N to collapse onto the floor of her cage in relief.

A pause and a moment later, Y/N composed herself as she looked up at Peter’s towering figure.

“Muttons are the way of life,” Y/N cryptically said with an even more cryptical look in her narrowed eyes, raising a finger to point up at Pan.

“….What?”

“Muttons are the way of life.”

“Muttons…are the way ….of life?,” Pan carefully repeated, in a flabbergasted tone, with a raised brow and a tilt of the head.

“Yes, demon boy. Now let me out! I, Y/N, am nobody’s pet. Let me return to my village of Engleheim. I will never, ever grovel to you for treats or beg for scraps of leftovers from the likes of you,” Y/N said, imbuing her last words with as much disgust and slowly crawled backwards away from Peter.

The corner of his lips twitched upwards. He let forth a chuckle that eventually morphed into peals of laughter.

This fit lasted for dozens of seconds, during which time Y/N was crossing her arms, tapping her fingers impatiently and furrowing her brows grumpily.

When his laughing fit ended, Peter inhaled deeply and exhaled out.

“You’re much more amusing than I thought you’d be. Oh, well, I’m glad I didn’t feed you to the mermaids earlier. I told Felix that I would sacrifice you to them today.”

“You bastard!,” Y/N yelled angrily, lunging forward to grab ahold of his green garments to forcefully pull him to her, the cage walls acting as a barrier between them.

“Throw me to the mermaids! It’s a much more pleasant fate than being trapped here for your pleasure!” Y/N bit out angrily, clenching tightly onto his shirt.

Before Y/N could properly realize it, Pan broke out of her hold, opened the cage and entered. He slammed Y/N down onto the floor of the cage. He pinned both of her wrists down and he straddled her waist, Y/N writhing and squirming beneath him.

Her bosom was heaving with the effort of breaking free. Pan’s eyes lingered hotly onto her rising breasts for a time.

Seeing her struggle so futilely yet in such seductive way beneath Peter made him revel in the delicious feeling of making her feel weak.

“Now… being trapped here, beneath me. Is that so bad a fate?” Peter said in a low voice.

His face loomed closer and closer to Y/N’s face. Her heart started racing fast; the blood in her veins was rushing hotly and every fiber of her being was fluttering at the closeness of Peter. Heat was starting to throb between her legs.

Peter’s red, round lips hovered above Y/N’s own plump, pink lips. He hotly pressed his lips onto her own. He grinded his hips onto her own hard so that Y/N gasped, opening her mouth for Peter to plunge in his tongue. His tongue lavished her tongue with lazy sweeps that had Y/N moaning softly.

Y/N tried tugging her wrists free, but Pan broke free of the kiss and grounded harder onto her until she groaned.

“Naughty,” Pan whispered into her ear, pinning both of her wrists in one hand.

He moved his other hand and trailed a finger on the side of her breast and over her abdomen until he reached the most heated part of her body that was aching. He cupped her there roughly and she arched her back. He removed his hand and Y/N rolled her hips against the bulge that straddled tightly around her.

Groaning, Peter felt himself hardening and felt heat that instantly made wearing trousers uncomfortable.

“Let’s see just how wet you are for me, shall we?,” Peter crooned seductively to Y/N, who was writhing restlessly beneath him.

“Oh…please,” Y/N moaned aloud.

Peter felt his pupils dilating. He lifted the dirty hem of Y/N’s night gown and slowly slid his warm palm up her thigh. In response to that, she spread her legs apart.

Resisting entering her with his hot and throbbing cock, Peter stroked his fingers between the thick, satiny folds of her vulva.

Y/N bucked her hips forward but felt no satisfying thrust.

“Please, in the name of all that is muttony. Please,” Y/N breathily moaned.

Unable to resist anymore, Peter removed all of his clothes and revealed the bulge that had Y/N nearly crying for.

He positioned himself between her legs.

“Remove your own clothes, my pet,” Peter commanded.

Y/N hastily removed her nightgown but she still had her corset on when Peter ripped off her undergarments and thrusted deep into her with a groan. Y/N felt pain followed by warm pleasure from the hot, throbbing cock moving into her.

Peter held onto both of Y/N’s buttocks when he thrusted into her again. Y/N held onto Peter’s shoulders tightly as she grounded into him. Unexpectedly, Peter pulled her hair back and pinned her roughly to the floor.

“Bad,” Peter hoarsely reprimanded her. He snapped his fingers and her breasts were exposed.

He still held her down by the shoulders when he rode her; he rode into her with painfully hot and satisfying thrusts, with a speed Y/N couldn’t match with.

Suddenly he exited her, unfinished.

“I’m-I’m-I’m not finished… Oh, gods,” Y/N whimpered out, a glaze of tears in her eyes as she looked up pleadingly at Pan.

“Me neither.”

He disappeared and reappeared outside of the cage, fully clothed. Pan locked the cage shut and he snapped his fingers.

Y/N found her wrists tied to one end of the cage. Her body was fully clothed and she was stretched out on the floor in a provocative way and her ankles were tied apart from the other.

“Thank you for your suggestion, mutton pie,” Pan said, his red lips curled into a cruel smile. “ Leaving you like this would surely teach you a lesson in behaving properly.”

“You evil Broccoli,” Y/N grounded out bitterly.

Peter was confused for a moment at the word 'Broccoli’, but he waved it off as he looked upon her with one last roving glimpse of her body that nearly had him burning to enter her and finish what he started.

“When I come back and I find that you are well behaved, well, maybe then I’ll give you your reward, mutton cakes,” Pan said, disappearing with a gloating laugh in a cloud of smoke.

Y/N tried rubbing her thighs together to ease her sexual frustration, but to no avail. Her heart swelled within her and her v part was still aching torturously.

Clenching her fists tightly together, she swore aloud: “I will make you pay, demon boy. Just you wait.”

TO BE CONTINUUUED

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A/N: The village of Engleheim is just a village name I made up to suit the story.

P.S: I’m thinking of making this a five or more part story rather than three.

P.P.S: I was not planning on writing smut…at all

P.P.P.S: okay maybe I was but not so soon

P.P.P.P.S: Felix is in the next part.

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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.

And my, my love had been frozen. Deep blue, but you painted me golden.

Warnings: 18+, mdni! there will be smut in the future chapters. enemies to lovers, 'she fell first, he fell harder' kind of trope, allusions to unrequited love, mentions of death, injuries, allusions to self hatred, mentions of bullying, this story is set post s4, Vecna and the upside down are gone. slow burn. ‘hate’ sex. fwb kinda thing but they’re ‘enemies’. mean!reader, mean!Steve, hurt/comfort, happy ending.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You and Steve have never seen eye to eye, and it never changed, not even when you were pulled into a world of monsters and risked your life to save him. But tension had always been between you both, something that neither of you ever wanted to admit -- but how much longer can you take it when the pull between you gets stronger and stronger each second you spend by each others side?

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Prologue

Chapter one ⭐︎ Waiting Room

Chapter two ⭐︎ I want you to notice, when I’m not around

Chapter three ⭐︎ So if you need to be mean, be mean to me

Chapter four ⭐︎ Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

Chapter five ⭐︎'Cause you know it could never be

Chapter six ⭐︎ Secrets I have held in my heart

Chapter seven ⭐︎ Got a feeling your electric touch, could fill this ghost town up with life

Chapter eight ⭐︎ Say my name and everything just stops

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y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

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Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

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Masterlist

Awake: For centuries, his existence on Neverland had felt like a dream. Everything was foggy until she came. She made him feel awake.

          Part 1 | Part 2

Enemies in Neverland: reader and Pan are enemies who won’t admit they like each other.

          Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Cursed Pan: the reader and Pan are under the curse in Storybrook, but what happens once it is lifted?

Falling: Pan agrees to let you free of Neverland if you resist falling for his charm. 

One Last Night: the reader agrees to go to Neverland if Pan promises her one last night at home. 

Our Secret: Felix and the reader sneak around with each other.

          Revised (NSFW)

Tickle Fight: sweet Peter has a tickle fight with the reader. 

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Cherry.

Synopsis - The lines of friendship get a little blurry, one unassuming Friday night in December.

Pairing - Bestfriend!Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. steve's got an ego, but for good reason.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 2k

Author's Note - hi lovelies!! my first steve fic!! listen, I actually really didn't enjoy stranger things, but... I love this man. he's charming and he's a softie and he's such a good character to write. hope you enjoy this - it's got me all warm and fuzzy. please feel free to send me a christmas request if you fancy, I'm in the mood to write some seasonal fics. much love, always!! <3

as always, reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics!! please, if you enjoyed, consider reblogging this so it gets further reach. comments and feedback are always appreciated!! thanks, angels. <3

Part Two. Masterlist. Inbox. The Moodboard. Series Masterlist.

Three rocks ping off the panes of your bedroom window in quick succession.

You're applying your moisturiser in the mirror, winding down and almost ready for bed. Your reflection is illuminated by a faint glow from the fairy lights you've draped over the headboard for the festive season, warm and comforting. A soft, jazzy melody is drifting from the radio softly, a welcome noise to break up the silence.

Another rock hits your window.

You fly out of your seat and towards the source of the trouble, worried that he's going to throw one too hard one of these days.

"Steve," you hiss as you yank it open. "Cut it out. Just come through the door."

"Where's the fun in that?" he chuckles, eyes rife with mischief.

You roll your eyes but step back anyway, making room for him to climb the tree and dive through the window into your room.

"Hi, sugar."

"Hi, Steven."

He grins at you, bright and awake despite the late hour.

"Don't you have better plans on a Friday night, King Steve?"

"And miss out on seeing you in your little pink pyjamas? Absolutely not."

You shove at his chest, smacking him upside the head for good measure. He feigns pain and wraps his arms around your middle, picking you up off the ground and spinning you in circles. You shriek, and the sound makes him laugh.

"Okay, okay! I'm dizzy! Put me down!"

He obliges by throwing you unceremoniously onto your bed, smirking when you almost bounce off it.

"So," he begins, sitting down across from you. "How was it? Do you feel like a whole new woman?"

You scoff.

"What? That bad?"

"Yeah, that bad. We didn't even do it."

He quirks a brow in curiosity, tilting his head to look at you.

"I thought tonight was the big night?"

"Yeah, it was supposed to be. But he was kissing me, and it just didn't feel... right? He started grabbing at me and I realised that you can only lose your virginity once - and that definitely wasn't how I wanted to lose mine."

You shrug, trying to play indifference, but Steve can see the hurt in your eyes.

"You always deserved so much better than him."

"Thanks, Steve."

"Come on, Cherry. The guy is an asshole who happens to be attractive. His face is the only thing he's got going for him."

The mention of your childhood nickname has memories of fruit flavoured popsicles on summer days flooding back. Laughter by the pool, pushing Steve in and screeching when he dragged you with him, staying out in the sun until you were both exhausted. Cherry. You've always been Steve's Cherry, for as long as you can remember. You still wear the lip balm he bought you last year, fitting for your moniker.

"You didn't like him from the start. Actually, you've never liked any guy that has ever liked me."

"Because they're not good enough for you."

"Says who?"

"Says me."

"And you're the boss of me and my love life now?"

"I'm the person that knows you better than anyone in the entire world. I think I have a pretty good view on things."

You huff, but accept your defeat in knowing that he's right. No one knows you like him. Steve always does this. He pisses you off, but makes you love him a tiny bit more each time.

He grabs your foot from the bed, pressing his thumbs into your sole. You relax instantly, tired of half arguing with him.

"I give up."

"With what?"

"Dating. Fuck it."

He chuckles, rubbing soothing patterns into your ankle gently.

"You've barely even started."

"Ooo, sorry Mr Womaniser."

"Stop it," he chides, pinching your calf. "Maybe The One for you just isn't in Hawkins. This place has always been too small for us anyway."

"Yeah, maybe. It'll all change when we go to college, hopefully."

"Exactly. It'll be a whole different ball game. There'll be tonnes of hot guys begging for your attention."

"And you'll be fighting them off."

"Yes I will."

You laugh, poking him in the chest with your foot teasingly.

"And maybe the college guys will actually know what they're doing in bed."

"Hey, some of us do know!"

"Yeah yeah, Steve's good in bed. I've heard it all before."

"Don't be jealous, Cherry baby."

"Jealous isn't quite the word I'd use."

"No?"

He drops your foot and scoots closer, settling in between your parted legs.

"You're not even a little bit curious what all the rumours are about?"

"Steve," you laugh. "I think they're probably just exactly that. Rumours."

He inches in towards you, so his forehead is almost touching yours. Running his fingers up and down the outside of your thigh, he takes a deep breath in.

"You should let me show you just how much I know. We're not all clueless, Cherry. I'm confident I could make you feel good."

You exhale with a shudder.

"I'm not letting you take my virginity, Steve."

"I don't want to. There's a thousand ways I can make your legs shake without fucking you, baby."

You stare into his big doe eyes, admiring the way a single strand of hair has fallen across his forehead. You look for a shred of doubt, or amusement, but all you see is love. Admiration. Trust. Sincerity.

"Okay," you breathe, before your mind has truly processed what you're saying. "Show me what you got, Harrington."

He grins, slow and saccharine, like the cat who got the cream.

"Steve?" you whisper.

"Yeah?"

"This isn't going to fuck things up between us, is it?"

He smiles, big and bright.

"Never. Nothing is ever going to fuck things up between us. It's you and me forever, Cherry Pie."

You chuckle at the nickname, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

"Well, then what are you waiting for?"

He shakes his head and grabs your ankle, pulling you across the bed and into his body. Wrapping a hand around the back of your neck, he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours.

"If at any point this gets weird, or you don't like it... Just say the words, okay?"

"Okay," you breathe, inhaling the scent of mint from his tongue. "Promise."

"Can I kiss you?"

"You don't usually ask," you tease.

It's no secret that you and Steve have kissed a few times. Once after prom, once at a party here and there, once when you were cuddled in bed comforting him after a break up. But it's never led to anything more. Which is probably why this feels a little different.

"I know, but this is a little more... intense, than usual."

You try to ignore the way your heart swells at his consideration for you, and nod your head gently.

"Kiss me. Please."

Steve wastes no time, leaning in to press his lips to yours. He tastes like spearmint and soda, with a hint of the cherry lipbalm he steals from your nightstand. You instinctively shuffle closer to him, straddling his lap as his arms bracket themselves around you. It's like he can't decide where to put his hands - they're roaming up your back, squeezing your ass, kneading your thighs. He's antsy and impatient, eager to feel you.

"Lie back," he whispers against your mouth, tipping you onto the bed.

Your head hits your pillows and you crane your neck to watch him as he crawls down your body, eyes never leaving yours.

"Steve-"

"Stop thinking so hard, Cherry. I can practically hear your thoughts."

You huff but can't keep the smile off your face, willing your mind to stop racing.

"Let me quiet things down, hmm?"

Steve presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee, trailing up and up until he reaches your hip. He licks across your hipbone before nipping it with his teeth, smirking when you gasp.

Grasping the waistband of your pyjama shorts, he asks for permission with his eyes, no words needed. You nod and lift your hips, letting him slide them down your body.

You've never been so exposed, which is causing a sudden realisation that the two of you are crossing a line that can never be uncrossed. As if he can read your mind, Steve presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, tender and full of love.

"Babe, if you want to stop..."

"I don't, I promise. I'm just nervous. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise," he murmurs, resting his head on your thigh and looking up at you. "Never apologise. You're doing so good, Cherry. I love you."

You didn't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't I love you. You've both said it to each other a million times, but something about saying it in this exact moment makes it feel... weighted. You'll talk about it later. You'll make sure of it.

"I love you too. So much."

You're whispering, scared to ruin the peace you've created. Steve kisses your skin again gently, gazing at you like you've hung the stars just for him.

"Let me make you feel good, okay?"

When you nod, Steve nudges your core with his nose, arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you anchored in place.

"So pretty," he's mumbling. "Prettiest fuckin' girl I've ever seen."

He starts slow, easing you in carefully. Kitten licks and gentle nips, testing the waters. When you tangle a hand into his hair and tug, Steve gets the message.

"You want more, pretty baby?"

"Yes," you confirm, more breathless than intended. "Please."

He dives back in, this time with more intention. His nose keeps nudging your clit, the friction licking up your spine deliciously. It's like he can't get enough, eating you out like a man starved.

He groans into your heat, the vibrations making you whine. When he curls his tongue just right, you keen, the sounds leaving your mouth foreign to the both of you.

"Fuck, you sound so beautiful. You're perfect. God, you're perfect."

"Stevie," you pant. "So close."

"I got you. Atta girl, I got you. That's my girl, give it to me."

Maybe it's the my girl, or maybe it's the way he's slipped two fingers into you, but the coil snaps. Your back arches off the bed as white heat engulfs your body, vision going black for a moment. You can hear him talking you through it, loving and encouraging. Eventually, your grip on his hair loosens as you go lax, collapsing back against the comforter.

Steve grins at you as he licks his fingers clean, crawling up your body to kiss you. You groan when you taste yourself, arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep him close. Resting his head on your chest, you run your fingers through his hair, humming gently when he relaxes.

"You okay?"

"Never better," you laugh. "You're good with your mouth, Harrington. I'll give you that."

"Told you the rumours were true."

You shake your head and reach over, grabbing the glass of water from your nightstand and taking a sip. You offer it to Steve without a second thought, rolling your eyes when he downs the rest.

He plucks your cherry lipbalm from the drawer and applies it to himself, before leaning up to carefully do the same to you. He pecks your lips sweetly before returning it to its rightful place.

"You replace it, don't you?"

"Hmm?"

"The chapstick. I've had it for a whole year, and I've never even come close to reaching the end."

He blushes as he looks at you, suddenly bashful.

"It's special," he murmurs. "It's our thing, you know? And it smells good. I like knowing that I'm the only one who knows you taste like cherries."

You want to poke fun at him, say something to make him laugh. But you can't. He's rendered you speechless, for the second time in one night.

"I like knowing the reason you taste like spearmint is because I've been slipping pieces of gum into the pockets of your jeans for ten years."

"I knew it," he laughs, leaning up to kiss you firmly. "I can't tell you the last time I bought gum."

"You're welcome."

Steve shucks off his jeans and his shirt, climbing into your bed with just his boxers on. You slip your underwear up your legs before getting under the comforter with him, tangling your limbs with his.

The tunes from the radio still hum gently as the fairy lights flicker.

The room is unchanged.

The people in it are not.

read Part Two here !!

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If Stranger Things was british

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For all you panlix and one more lovers this is with my OC but go ahead and change the name if you like… here’s

The boys I once knew

Summery: After Henry was kidnapped by Greg and tamara and taken to neverland, the hero gang along with some of the known ‘villains’, and the girl that made her way into the hearts of said heroes, and just so happens to be the sister of a certain one-handed pirate. Kierra Jones was once on top of the world but something that happened in the past made her who she is today. During the curse she became Briar Mills the adopted sister of the feared Regina Mills, Mayor of Storybrook. Now being the only Aunt that Henry has she has to face her past, and with what she finds, she needs to save henry and all that she recovered from her past.

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CHAPTER 1

I never thought that I would be able to see them again but standing here seeing them wanting to kill my friends and family, I wasn’t expecting this outcome.

“Bri watch out!” Regina called for me, making me see the lost boy that was aiming for my head. Ducking out of the way, I grabbed my twin blades that I got back from Killian, and made my way to the boy, knocking him in the head with the handle of the blades to make him unconscious.

“Where’s Henry! Where is he.” Emma yelled at a lost boy resulting in the fighting to stop and the lost boys retreating behind Pan.

“Remember what I told you. That map will show you where Henry is...only when you stop denying who you really are. I'll make sure to send Henry your regards.” Pan said, a heavy British accent was heard through every one that was there, a shiver was sent down my spine, as I hadn’t heard his voice in such a long time. I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding as I stared at the lost boys retreating, an ache in my heart I could feel as they left.

“Are you okay?” Killian asked me on our way back to the camp his accent heavy as well but it had more of an Irish root, but it was more british.

“If I’m being honest, no.” I said blinking tears away my own British accent somewhat coming through my voice, I took off the scarf that I had covering my face so I could breathe better. “You know why, and what happened last time I saw them.” I whispered back.

“I know, I’m just making sure you were okay after seeing them.” He put an arm around my shoulders, and we kept walking to the camp. My mind wandering back to the two lost boys that had broken me.

Once there Emma, Regina, David, and Mary Margret kept trying to find a solution to Pan’s map riddle or went to get more supplies. I made my way to my hammock that I set up and sat in it. I thought back to the first time I came to this island, all those years ago.

“Killian, what the bloody hell happened out there?!” I shouted as he and some others in the crew made their way back onto the ship. At this point I was used to Killian’s foolishness, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t care for him.

“The boy that Liam and I ran into last time we were here ambushed us.” He replied.

“And I warned you, didn’t I?” I crossed my arms, giving him an I told you so voice.

“Aye, and I’m going to admit that I was wrong. Do you have a plan?” I could hear the urgency in his voice as we headed into his and my shared cabin.

“What age would you say those boys are?” I gave him a side glance.

“I don’t really know, but I’d say around 15-19.” He replied very uneasily.

“And surprisingly I still look around 18, even though I’m roughly 35,” I say as I give him a smirk.

“No, I know what your thinking, and No. I don’t want to loose another sibling.” He said. Hitting the table that him and I usually gathered at when we needed to thinking a plan.

“I’m not asking for your permission bubba, I am saying that It is probably an only option so we can get what we need.” I used his nickname that I, And only I could call him.

“Why do you always have to be so careless.” He said, Bringing me into his chest his arms wrapped around my body, as my head was rested into his chest.

Coming up for air, I made my way to the sandy beach in front of me, I then laid down, facing to the sky and closing my eyes.

“Well, what do we have here,” I sat up and turned around to see one of the most handsome boys I have ever laid eyes on. Blonde shagged hair, striking blue eyes, a scar that doesn’t make him less attractive, tall, and this wonderful aroma coming off of him. It was a mix of black cardamom, smoky vanilla, and a hint of musk.

“W-who are you.” I stuttered not realizing that aroma was making me flustered.

“I, beautiful am Felix second in command from pan, the leader here in neverland, which by the way is where you have just stepped foot. Follow me I’ll take you to him.”

“Why would I follow a person I just met?” I said regaining my composure.

“Because you’ll probably die without our help, this Island is a very dangerous place, especially for a girl like yourself.” Knowing my job I agreed.

We made our way through the forest, him leading the way. Doing my best to make sure the aroma wasn’t distracting me from my mission, but it was overwhelming my senses.

“Ah Felix, glad you could bring our guest safely into my hands,” I heard a stern voice, it wasn’t to deep, but it was still a heavenly sound that sent shivers down my spine. Turning around I found myself staring at another boy that was equally as handsome as the first boy Felix, this one was dressed in green, green eyes that could do anything to me and I would still be lost in them, he wasn’t as tall as Felix, but he was still a little taller than me, and then another amazing aroma hit me, aromatic sage, dark tonka bean, rich sandalwood, and a hint of musk again. Both scents caused me to get overwhelmed and I blacked out.

“The map is working, we know were Henry is.” Emma shouted taking me out of my flashback, the scents that I remembered still lingering in my mind.

With a little conversation between the group, We made our way to the south end of the island, where we were shown. On the way there I could smell those scents, but only subtly. It was hard, smelling it again made me a little light headed and Killian had noticed, so he slowed his pace matching mine and putting an arm around me so if it did make a Me stumble I wouldn’t fall.

“We should be getting close to Pan’s lair.” Emma said catching up to her parents, Mary Margaret and David. “Going in a straight line of course,” Looking at the map she frowned, “Son of a bitch! How is it now behind us?”

“How can that be?” Mary Margaret said.

“You got us lost.” Regina said clearly annoyed.

“No, she didn’t,” Killian spoke up, “It’s the camp, Pan’s moving it.” He finally unwrapped his arm that was holding me stable off my shoulders.

“He’s playing tricks with us.” David said.

“if Pan’s camp keeps moving how are we ever gonna find Henry?” Emma said.

“We keep our hope and find another way.” I said speaking up, I had felt all their sorrow, confusion, and anger. “if he keeps moving the camp that’s his way of keeping Henry away from us. We need to find another way.”

“She’s right, we need another plan.” David spoke up.

“So this whole trek has been for nothing?” Emma states, leaning against a tree close to her.

“I told you walking was idiotic. If I can just use some magic, we can materialize in the camp and grab Henry.” Regina says.

“Gina, arguing with that won’t help get Henry back.” I said making my way to her. “and what exactly happened when you did it earlier? We were ambushed.”

“Plus Pan will have shields against magic. He’s smart enough to do that.” Killian spoke up.

“Well any bright ideas on how we get Henry back.” Regina said, crossing her arms.

“We can use someone he trusts, a fairy who lives here, or at least I think she’s still here. She’d be an inside source, knows all about the camp and could get us in. Most importantly she might have some pixie dust left, we could probably fly in.”

“Don’t you mean fairy dust?” Emma questions.

“No, Pixie dust. It’s stronger. Like nuclear fairy dust.” David chimed in.

“Tinkerbell?” Emma suddenly said.

“Do you know her?” Killian said.

“Every kid in the world knows of her.” Emma said brushing him away as she made her way back to our camp.

“That’s a bad Idea Tinkerbell is not going to save us.” Regina said as all of us followed Emma, shortly then following us.

Regina soon made her way to next to Emma, having a conversation with her. I stayed behind with Killian somewhat dizzy. I didn’t realize that coming back to this Island this overwhelming aroma would make me feel this way, it was probably from how long it’s been since I had stepped foot here.

“Hey guys, you find Tinkerbell, I need to rest at the camp. I think I need more water, I keep getting light headed.”

“Are you sure your okay.” Mary Margaret said.

“Yeah I just need to rest for a little bit and drink water.” With that they let me go by myself. I made my way through the forest, dodging the dreamshade and eventually making my way back to the camp. Taking a deep breath I went to my hammock and laid down.

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Bark, Bite & Break Bones - Tyler Galpin x Van Helsing!reader | Part.9

Summary: The mystery around the Weathervane attacks remains, but it’s really none of your or Tyler’s businesses anymore. Until it is. The Avengers might be a weird group, but you’re honestly willing to beat the strangeness level of their team with an unexpected coalition of your own. 

Warnings: swearing, angst, mention of blood, mention of child neglect (minor)

A/N: HOLY MOTHER OF SEA OTTERS, SHE’S ALIVE– I’m once again soooo sorry for being so unactive on this fic, but y’know ✨ adult life struggles ✨ and ✨ depression ✨ Jokes aside, this was supposed to be the last chapter, but I realized it was probably better to cut it in two. Aaaaaand I have to admit, I used some reference from The Witcher 3, guilty (I’m not)

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"I won't cry for you" - Yandere Tyler Galpin x Female Reader PART 3

•Part 1 •Part 2

Words: 1699

Warnings: Mentions of torture, psychology, dysfunction yet healthy family relations if you squint.

Show: Wednesday (2022)

Summary: You've graciously or stupidly, granted Tyler a phone to call his father for whatever reason he had while you went to call yours for assistance. And since you weren't fully knowledgeable about Hydes, you contacted the only person you knew, who wasn't in prison, that had that knowledge. Your father, Alvin Gates.

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🥺 Sorryyyy this took forever a lot of months, planned to post this at February but got sick and many stuff happened, preparing for an interview :--D but am back in my writing mojo!/kinda, HAPPY HALLOWEEN) AND I HEARD season 2 is coming omggg I'm excited

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"Well, well, well~ If it isn't the sweet consequence of my actions with your mother." A voice unmistakably grouchy speaks, sounding jovial with every word out.

A quick glance to your locked bedroom door before you finally said a response into the cellphone.

"You sound well, father." You mildly greeted, a tinge of a smile in your voice. To think it's almost only been a month since the last call.

"Yeah yeah it's been a while but cut the chitchat, sweetie, what do you need helping with?" You could imagine an eyeroll as your father said, always cutting to the chase.

"About Hydes." You spared no other detail and maintained calm articulation. Not that you needed to be careful with him, thankfully.

For more precaution, it's better if not even your own father knows about Tyler being in the house. You didn't want things to get out of hand.

"Ah- what about them? Did something happen that isn't supposed to–" Suddenly silence overtook the line, a thoughtful humming until he spoke again. "Don't get yourself into any unfamiliar territory, kid. That's suppose to be your mother's speciality."

So he noticed, of course he did. Better leave that to his wandering imagination than spoil your plan. A very non-existent plan at the moment.

"I don't plan to. Father, I was just curious since I kept hearing about them." True, that wasn't a lie in the slightest. "I was wondering if you'd know anything about them."

Surely he must know something.

"Hmm, you heard it from someone, no doubt. . . Alright, alright. What do you want to know exactly, kid. I'll tell ya as much as I can afford to." Sounds like mother has been keeping tabs on him.

"Hydes obey only one master, their own, correct?" You continued when father hummed a helpful tune, "would it be possible to sever the ties between a Hyde and its master."

A pause in-between your father's breathing left you suspended.

"Well. . . Got bad news for you kid, I don't know any available methods for that." He sighed gruffy like he felt bad, "sorry but can't help you with the whole severing business. It's set in stone, pretty much."

"I see. . . " You massaged your temples, disappoinment rising inside you. But you couldn't just accept this answer easily, stubbornness seemed to take hold in your heart. For what reason? You couldn't figure out.

"However–" A hoarse chuckle emerged from your cellphone. "It's not entirely impossible to say there aren't other ways of solving that problem. I'm sure you can get some creative ideas from their origins, kid. Only one thing is set in stone, Hydes only serve one master."

Father's bold hint sparked a lightbulb in your head. Their origins.

In the first place, what caused Hydes to bond an undying loyalty to their masters was–

"Sorry for not being alot of help, kid, I'm out of time for the day. Take good care of yourself, will you."

"I will." A buzz of excitement slowly crept over you as an idea began running through your mind. "You were very helpful, dad, thanks. You take care too."

"Mm sounds like you found an answer eh?" He sounded genuinely happy, making you feel much more sturdy in this new plan.

"Not exactly but I should be on the right track." If Tyler would go along with it.

"Mm so you're going to try any attempts, I see. Hah– it's hilarious how similar you and your mother's thinking is!"

Again with the comparisons. You rolled your eyes, "Goodbye, father."

"Alright alright, see ya kiddo. For now." BEEP. BEEP.

The call was over already.

.  .  .

You turned off the burner phone, picking out the block of battery from the back and saving it in your other hiding space for another time. Now you should check on Tyler, you can't afford to trust him so easily especially when his father's a sheriff. 

Quietly you went out of your bedroom, closing the door slowly so as to not make a sound. You headed down the stairs in a casual, fast pace to quickly see his state of mind.

But it's likely he isn't planning to screw himself over... Your assumption was most likely made correct when you came to see Tyler sitting slumped on the couch, his face buried deep in his hands. 

Sweeping your gaze across the living room and floor, the burner phone you gave him was nowhere in sight… Mentally noting to check the trash bin by the kitchen before you stomped down the stairs and made yourself known.

Tyler's eyes peeked up first from the gaps in-between his fingers like the leafy venus flytraps back home ever so often tempting you to closer inspect. To place your finger in there, to feed. 

He waited on your next move.

Your arms folded, hiding your hands twitching on their own for a tweezer. "Did you have a good talk?" 

What else could you really say without sounding too interested in him. 

"It was something…" Tyler did a small shrug, less energy than he's shown before, voice dulled by the cover of his fingers. "Could've gone better. I wish he didn't hang up so fast."

"What did you talk about?" Might as well see how much information he was willing to give.

A small sigh, Tyler slowly revealed half of his distraught face. "Not a lot. He wasn't interested in what I had to say… Told me to be careful." Strange of the dutiful sheriff to say but then again you didn't know what kind of father-son relationship they had.

"How are you feeling?" One of mother's favourite lines growing up that you've somehow adapted into your vocabulary. It seemed the most appropriate.

You continued watching Tyler's tensed form with a safe but short distance away, the coffee table acting as a possible shield in between you and him. Incase he raged.

But there was none.

There was something in his usual silence this time that irked you. Like he didn't fully trust you. 

You approved of that, as he shouldn't. Mutually. Especially if things ever go wrong because of him, you were ready at a moment's notice to abandon everything to do with him. 

"I… Hate him." 

The pause went on for however many tensed seconds before Tyler's hands fell onto his knees.

"Sorry sorry, I know I shouldn't be saying this… I mean I can't say I don't miss him." 

"You can say what you want. I don't mind," you said flatly, genuinely meaning it. His expressions stiff, he looked mentally pent up, thoughts practically steaming out from his ears.

"No, it's fine. You've done a lot for me already, I owe you." He grinned brightly, the dark cloud looming over from before gone in an instant, "for that phone call too."

"Sure," it wouldn't be bad to have a Hyde indebted to you.

Tyler checked the ticking clock on the kitchen wall, "I guess it is getting late… See you in the morning?"

You nodded. "Night, Galpin." 

"G-Good night! Have a good sleep." He smiled dopey, waving briskly while walking backwards to the foot of the stairs before jogging up to his bedroom. So naturally at home.

Just how eager was he to get back in his room?

 That wasn't his usual way of walking, what could he be looking forward to or hiding in there… Or he could just be relieved of stress after that talk with his father, maybe that brought about his new behavior.

Your suspicions were beginning to sound far-fetched even to yourself but then again, there was always that silver of possibility that he could be planning to rebel against you. 

So you moved fast towards the kitchen sink, tiny spikes of uneasiness pulsing through you, turning the facuet on and letting the water run loudly as you went to look into the trash bin.

Expecting to look down into a void of nothingness.

The large black plastic bag sleeved over the edge of the bin looked loose and puffy. Clearly you didn't do this, your meticulousness wouldn't allow such a lazy set up. You pat down the puffy areas, flattening the edges to allow better access in seeing what trash had been collected.

Shiny peices of black metal greet you at the bottom of the pit, tiny and almost powder-like glitter in the kitchen light. What previously used to be a burner phone now looked like the result of being in someone's clenched fist. Useful monsterous strength… if he could actually get it under his full control.

Whatever anxiety crept inside your heart disappeared as you contently spun on your heel and turned off the kitchen faucet. 

A small appreciation for Tyler as thanks to him, there's less work for you now.

You wondered why you even felt 'anxious' at all, it must've been the slight stress of knowing he could've screwed things up for you. And himself. Now that makes sense, of course since it's not as if you actually knew him personally even back in town. 

Feeling much more at peace, you headed towards your own bedroom, adjacent from Tyler's. His room barely made any noise except for the few inaudible mumbles and the faint use of his shower and the light peeking through from underneath his door. 

You never noticed before but he always had the lights turned on in there. Well, it's not as if you were the one paying the electrical bill. It was nothing noteworthy.

Once settling in your own bed and underneath your blanket in the cozy dark, sleep came easily… Until your brain jostled an interesting observation your very eyes must've slipped. 

In the trash bin, there was no sight of the small black piece. The memory card. 

The sim card. 

Despite his questionable actions, you chose to sleep, thoughts racing alongside a strange excitement building up in you. 

Oh what are you up to, Tyler Galpin.

Time was ticking. Neither on his or your side. He just didn't know it yet.

In the following morning you received a misscall from an unknown number. Father. He never contacts you first. There's nothing he needs that you could provide. It must be about the Hyde. 

Finally.

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Nowhere to Hyde 1 Dark! Tyler Galpin x reader

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Type: series

Requested: N/A

Summary: At his day job where he masquerades as just a Barista, Tyler meets his mate in the form of the new student at Nevermore.

Warnings: mature 18+ only. dark!Tyler, with yandere themes. Eventually the themes will get darker. Possessiveness, adult themes

Being a new student at Nevermore you were unsure of the people around you. The student body was split into social groups, often reflecting which species they were. For you, someone who didn’t fit that, it made it increasingly hard to find friends. You had no idea where to begin with navigating this strange new school you’d been sent to.

However you quickly caught up with the help of Enid, a friendly and extremely bubbly werewolf. She told you all about the groups on campus, and the history of all the couples, and the teachers, and the rumoured secret societies. It helped a lot to have someone like her around. You became fast friends. You lived close to her on campus and were able to visit often.

You bonded over many shared interest. While you weren’t as preppy as Enid you did class yourself as an optimist. You had to be.

The reason you had been sent to Nevermore was because of your puzzling abilities. While you didn’t have green fingers literally, you did have control over nature. You’d only really experimented with small plants and flowers.

After it had all gone wrong, you’d been sent here. It was a simple mistake. You’d been growing a tree from a sapling to a fully grown adult in your backyard. It took a lot of energy and concentration. What you hadn’t realised is that you were being watched, as some of your fellow school mates shouted at you and jeered, you’d lost concentration.

You could only watch as the branches grew out of control, launching through the windows of your house. The kids in question ran away. Telling anyone who would listen. It put your parents in an awkward position. Although they themselves had strange abilities, it was made clear - you had to leave.

Enid kind of understood what it was like to not fit in. She herself struggled with her lack of Lycan abilities.

When you heard she had a new roommate coming, you both looked forward to seeing a new face. That new face however didn’t look forward to seeing you. Wednesday was bold and honest. She didn’t hold back on anything she said. Her rawness drove people away and in truth it almost drove you and Enid away. But over a couple of weeks you grew as close as you could to the girl. Even though that wasn’t very close.

Over those weeks you and Wednesday talked over the case, leading to new discoveries down the road of Joseph Crackstone, Goody Addams, the case of crazy Rowan and the all too happy therapist. Enid tried not to listen, she thought the both of you crazy and paranoid. Although as time ticked on even she couldn’t deny that something was going on in Nevermore and in Jericho.

You made some serious break throughs, one of those being the discovery of a creature called the Hyde.

You’d kept in contact with your parents, using your weekly phone call to ask about the Hyde creature that seemed a mystery to all. Surprisingly your family had a history with the beast. Dating back generations. You asked for all the information they had to be sent over in the post.

After reviewing it you went to meet Wednesday and at the weathervane.

Tyler was the Hyde, that much was true. He’s been working with Marilynn Thornhill; against his will as it was, to act out her plan to rid Jericho of outcasts.

Trapped as the Hyde and alone with that knowledge had made Tyler paranoid. Paranoid someone would find out, take him away, or try to fix him.

While the murderous tendencies he faced while being the Hyde weren’t ideal, and neither was the blacking out, it made him feel alive. It gave him power he’d never had before.

It was just all being controlled by Thornhill.

His current job was to keep an eye on Wednesday and report back any discoveries she’d made. It was easy enough to do when she kept walking in to do her investigating at the Weathervane. The place he worked.

Sometimes she brought her little friends too. The werewolf, Enid, so bright it made his eyes hurt. The creep Xavier, his previous run ins with the guys had left a sour taste in his mouth.

To get close to Wednesday he’d had to feign some sort of interest in her and her dark ways, which hadn’t been easy. While she was pretty, she wasn’t his type and the hassle of dealing with Xavier would never be worth it.

Yet all his work seemed to have paid of because today she brought someone different. She brought someone new. She brought you.

As soon as you walked in, Tyler was hit by an overpowering scent. The scent so sweet it reminded him of summer. The flowery and vanilla scent engulfed his senses. For a minute he almost stumbled, making him grip the counter for support.

After becoming the Hyde he’d had an increase in his senses. His sight, hearing and smell had all become superhuman.

But no one smelt like you. He was ready to become the Hyde there and then. In the quiet coffee shop, in the normie village. Take you back to his cave and make you his, many time over.

The thoughts made him hot all over. It made blood flow to places he didn’t want it to flow to. It took a lot of deep breathing and some off putting images in his mind to calm his situation.

You sat with Wednesday, smiling brightly as you greeted her. A contrast to her blank stare and cold demeanour. Wednesday already had her drink, whereas you were left without one. This was his opportunity. The shop barely had an customers and those that were here were focusing on work for the most part.

He walked over to see you animatedly explaining something; smile bright, eyes gleaming, hands moving, lips so soft. By the time he’d walked over he had almost forgotten what he went over for.

“Tyler.” A monotone voice greeted.

The girls now stared at him, he needed to keep his cool.

“Wednesday, nice to see you again. And you are?”

You smiled, shooting out a hand for him to shake, “(Y/N), nice to meet you Tyler.”

Your skin was soft, so soft. Your touch send shivers down his spine. He wondered what it would feel like to have you hands on his cheek, in his hair, on his chest, on his -

He clears his throat, “What are you working on?”

“Classwork.” You lie. He can hear your heart beat faster as you struggle to make eye contact. You lied, and to him. But why?

He didn’t let it show on his face, but he was disappointed. Did you not feel what he felt.

“Ah, can I get you a drink or anything?”

Your smile returned and he was grateful, “oh just a (Y/D) please.”

He left to make your drink. Trying again to cool his blood flow.

You took out the old book your family had sent you. Explaining to Wednesday that your family had a history with discovering creatures. The Hyde had a whole chapter in the ancient book. Covering its appearance, it’s behaviour, it’s habitat, it’s mating rituals.

When you asked your parents how your ancestors knew such things they told you that they had close connections with them. Your mothers great great grandmother had been mated to one. Much different to being married to one.

For a Hyde, their abilities often made them uncontrollable. Their infliction occurred from a mutation and would only be triggered by a traumatic event, chemical inducement or hypnosis. Yet when under the control of a master this was rectified.

“So the Hyde is only part of our mystery, we’re looking for a Hyde and it’s Master.” Wednesday stated.

You nodded, smiling politely as you saw Tyler coming over. You shut the book moving it aside.

He placed your drink on the table.

“Thank you Tyler.” You smiled, meeting his eyes.

“No problem, are you working on the case?” He asked.

Wednesday flips her eyes up to Tyler, “Yes we’re researching the Hyde.”

Your eyes widen and they switch between Wednesday and Tyler. She sees your confusion, “Tyler knows about the case.”

“Oh.” You pull your book back out, opening it on the right page.

Tyler looks it over, not having to fake his interest this time. The pages are way past yellow, adorned with brown dust.

Pictures of the Hyde littered the page in various different mediums. Neat cursive writing annotating certain parts of the anatomy. He’s intrigued how you know so much; or how you’ve gotten such an old book about him.

Even Thornhill has little to no idea about Hydes, she just knows how to control them.

“Wow this book looks ancient, where did you find it?”

You explain it’s a family heirloom that’s been passed down and added to. You miss out that you have slight Hyde heritage.

Still you scent is intoxicating and when you move your hair from your shoulders it wafts more his way.

“That is interesting, what have you found?”

“Just a few things about the Hyde really. What it’s triggered by, where it lives, it’s mating process.��

Now that, that caught his attention.

“Really, a mating process . It’s like you’ve got a guide to the Hyde right there.”

Wednesdays eyes widened a fraction, realising that with slight Hyde heritage, it could be you. You noticed her change in demeanour, frowning.

“Are you okay Wednesday?” You asked , concerned.

She nodded, stiff as a board - not all that unusual for the girl, “I forgot I was meeting Xavier later today. You’ll have to excuse me.”

With that she leaves, making you sigh. You don’t know how your going to find your way back to Nevermore now.

Tyler moves to sit in the booth opposite. Analysing your appearance. From your eyes that sparkle in the light, to your hair that shimmers and your hands grip your (Y/D).

“Hey, if you don’t mind I’d love to learn more about the Hyde. Any chance you don’t mind sticking around for a bit?”

“No, not at all.” You smile. And he’s sure he’ll never grow tired of seeing it.

“Great, I finish in 20 minutes. Then I’ll be over.”

Tyler walks back over to the counter. Formulating a plan in his head of how he’s going to get to you. Here you were naive to the fact that he was the Hyde, with a book all about him.

He knew he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon.

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Anchor Theory // Tyler Galpin

About: After growing up together, you finally find out Tyler's secret. But is it too late to save him?

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Swearing, light violence, traumatized!Tyler, talk of death.

Growing up in Jericho wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Almost all the residents have some sort of trauma, and it made you feel less alone. Though, being the only outcast living in a town of normies definitely made you feel isolated. You were eleven when you started being able to manipulate the elements. Your best friend, Tyler, was the first to notice.

You sat next to the fountain in the town square, your hand dipped into the water. Scanning over the town green, you noticed a young girl being harassed by an older teenager. It was an obvious bullying situation. Before you could say something, the water that your hand was previously swirling through rose. The liquid drenched the teenager, causing her to scream.

Tyler looked over from where he was on the ground, seeing the water rising around your arm. His eyes widened at the scene unfolding in front of him. He reached for your free hand, and at his touch, the water crawling up your arm fell back into the fountain. The teenager, now soaked through, turned to face you. Her raccoonish eyeliner dripped down her face.

“Freak!” She sneered before turning around and fleeing. The young girl, however, while still scared, gave you an appreciative nod.

“Are you okay?” Your lanky best friend asked. The growing stares from other members of the town started to make you feel self-conscious. “What was that?”

“I-I don’t know.” Your voice was timid, small.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, sitting next to you on the stone of the fountain now.

“It’s okay. Let’s go talk to my mom.” Tyler murmured, helping you to your feet. “She always knows what to do.”

With Tyler’s mom being almost like a second mother to you, coupled with the fact that you almost lived at Tyler’s house rent-free, you agreed easily. Over the years, you discovered that you could also manipulate fire, earth, and air. Everyone in town knew, which made you Jericho’s freak. That was until you turned fourteen and Sherriff Galpin managed to get you a spot at Nevermore. Then it made you a Nevermore freak in the eyes of the town.

“Thanks Mr. Galpin.” You said as the man dropped you off at Nevermore’s gates. Tyler got out of the car to help you with your trunk. He pulled it out of the car, groaning softly.

“How much did you pack?” He joked softly, but you noticed that his eyes were a little glassy.

“Not enough. I’ll have to come home this weekend.” You shot him a small, conspiratorial smile. “I can’t believe my parents refused to come.”

“Yeah, well they haven’t been the most supportive since you got your powers.” He mused, humming softly, and leaning against the car.

“I’m glad I had you and your dad…and your mom.” You added the ending, and Tyler’s gaze fell to his feet. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have brought her up.”

“No, it’s okay. Really. I know you miss her almost as much as I do.” He chose his words carefully, and then bit his lip. “Speaking of…I’m going to miss you, too.”

“You’ll be happy to actually get to sleep in your own bed and not on the floor.”

“No, really. I meant it. I was trying to be serious.” He insisted, and your eyes softened.

“I’ll miss you too, Ty.”

Two years later, you hear of the grisly attacks happening in the woods next to your school. You find yourself getting increasingly worried, as the woods is your place of solitude. Now it is marred by the spilling of innocent blood.

One day you’re walking through the forest when you hear a twig snap behind you. Turning immediately and scanning the terrain, you don’t see anything. So, you continue on your way, stopping to pick a wild daisy from the clearing. After a few minutes, you hear something again, and you whirl around to see your best friend standing there.

Tyler’s eyes are red-rimmed, and his shirt is torn in a couple of places. He comes to a stop in front of you. You reach out for him immediately, looking over him for injuries.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, sliding your hands up his chest, feeling for any sticky wetness.

“I’m fine. I was just taking a walk and fell down a hill. Must’ve torn my shirt.” He shrugs, his eyes softening as he looks down at you. “What are you doing out here all alone? Haven’t you heard about the attacks?”

“Me? What about you, Ty?”

He rubs the back of his neck in an almost sheepish way.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t be out here either. It isn’t safe for either of us in this town.” His voice is strained, and your brow furrows in confusion. “What if we could just go to the train station and just run away?”

“Run away? What about your dad? What about school? Are you sure you’re okay?” Concern floods your features, and he reaches for your hand.

“I need to get out of here. You need to get out of here, at least.” He’s adamant, shaking his head.

“You’re not making sense, Tyler. I think you hit your head. We should call your dad.”

“Don’t.” His hands find your cheeks, looking into your eyes, once soft, now desperate. “I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me.” Your words are breathy, suddenly aware of just how close Tyler is to you.

The daisy you picked slowly falls to the ground as Tyler’s eyes bore into yours. It’s almost as if he is searching for something. His eyes fall to your lips, and he lets out a soft, frustrated growl.

He finally lets go after a minute, backing up towards Jericho, his eyes still on you.

“When I tell you to run, do it.”

That warning stayed with you long after that bizarre encounter in the woods. What was even weirder was that whenever you visited home, Tyler was rarely around. And the times that you did see him, he wasn’t himself. It was starting to get frustrating. And when you found out that he was spending most of his time with Wednesday, it was even more so.

You are sitting in Mythical Beast’s class, learning about the Anchor Theory, when you receive a text from Tyler.

“The anchor theory says that for every mythical beast, there is a soulmate. And the soulmate trumps every other bond that the creature may have.” Miss Thornhill explains, and you break away from the lecture to look down at your phone for a moment.

“You need to get out. Tonight.” You read to yourself, and you immediately excuse yourself to the bathroom. However, you end up standing just outside the classroom in the hallway.

You click on his contact, and the ringing begins. Voicemail.

“Hey, it’s Tyler. If you’re hearing this, well, I’m not around. I’ll call you back when I can.”

“Tyler, it’s me. What’s with the fucking cryptic-ass message after not hearing from you in weeks? Call me.”

“You know, personal calls shouldn’t be made during class hours.” Miss Thornhill says, having stepped out of the room. “Is everything alright?”

“I-I don’t think I’m feeling well.” You lie, and you look at your feet to avoid her eyes. “Would it be okay if I went to the infirmary?”

“This material that we are covering is very important. Make sure you get the notes from someone.” She muses, clearly unimpressed.

“Thank you.”

“Do you need an escort?” The teacher raises her eyebrow, waiting for a response.

“No, I can make it. Thank you, Miss Thornhill.”

You disappear quickly, starting the long trek into Jericho. The twenty-minute walk truly felt like an hour before you finally find yourself outside of the Weathervane.

“Hi, Jared.” You greet the owner, and while wary, he’s always been kinder to you than most. “Is Tyler working?”

“He actually didn’t show up this morning. Haven’t been able to reach him-“

“What do you mean he didn’t show up?” You’re surprised. Tyler never missed a shift since he started two years ago.

“I know. I was surprised too. If you see him, have him call me. I’m worried.” The older man sighs and wipes at a dirty table.

“I will. Trust me, when I find him, I’m going to wring his neck for making us worry.” You roll your eyes, sure that he’s going through another depression cycle like when he lost his mom. You know you don’t mean it though; you’re just frustrated.

After your encounter, you decide to go to their home. When you arrive, you notice Tyler’s car in the driveway. You walk in the front door, knowing that you’ve been friends long enough that there is an open-door policy.

When you get up to his bedroom, it’s a complete mess. What once was organized and cleaner than the average teenage boy’s bedroom was now trashed.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see movement outside the window. You peer out, only to see Tyler vanish into the woods next to his house. Sprinting down the stairs, you decide to follow him.

You follow him through the forest, careful to not make any excess noise and to stay behind him far enough to not be seen. Suddenly, he stops at a cave and disappears inside. What comes out makes your mouth drop open. Standing tall and intimidating is the Hyde. You recognize it from your Mythical Beasts class from the previous year.

Tyler fucking Galpin is a Hyde?

Your best friend?

He stalks out, looking both ways before taking off in the opposite direction. You watch him from a distance as he makes his way toward Crackstone’s Crypt. Eventually, you can’t keep up with him anymore. So, you walk back to campus, trying to piece together everything.

You dig through the books in your room for last year’s textbook and cheer triumphantly when you find it. You flip through the pages until you find the Hyde section. You read over everything again, about how trauma awakens the beast, and how he needs a master. Your fingers touch the drawing softly.

“Tyler.” You say softly, your heart breaking for him. You understand immediately that the loss of his mom spurred this on. “Who’s your master?”

You needed to know more. So you set up a meeting with Miss Thornhill. You walk into the classroom and put your textbook on the table.

“Miss Thornhill, I need to know more about Hydes and their masters.” You blurt out before any greetings.

The teacher freezes for a moment before turning around, a smile painted on her face.

“What about them specifically?” She asks, her voice tight and her lips in a thin line.

“I need to know how to recognize a master.”

Miss Thornhill answers your questions, surprisingly guarded, and you rush out of the room. Simultaneously trying to wrack your brain for who could be his master. The teacher grabs her cell phone and dials a number, lifting it to her ear.

“Tyler? We have a problem.”

About a half hour later, your phone rings. You look at the caller ID, and your stomach sinks.

“Hey…Ty…” You try to sound relaxed, but he is anything but.

“Where are you? Can you meet me? In the clearing in the woods?” He almost demands rather than asks, and you swallow harshly, nervous.

“I-uh, shouldn’t we stay out of the woods?”

“I’ll keep you safe. Please, meet me. I can explain everything.” Tyler begs, and you find that even though you’re scared, your heart breaks a little for him. He’s still your best friend, always has been. And he always will be, you decide.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” You push away from your table in the library, heading for the pillared entrance. Walking fast away from the school and into the woods, the chill of the evening air makes goosebumps raise on your skin.

Feeling uneasy about this meeting, you call Sherriff Galpin, leaving him a voicemail.

“Hey, Mr. Galpin. I’m worried about Tyler. If you get this message, I’m heading into the woods to meet him, and I’m scared. If you don’t hear from me in half an hour, please come.”

You hang up, hands starting to shake. The longer it takes you to get to the clearing, the darker the forest gets, as the sun goes down quickly.

Tyler’s back is to you when you arrive, and when he hears you, he turns around. He steps towards you, and despite the rational part of your brain screaming at you to run, you walk toward him. Craving the comfort of your best friend.

“Ty-“

“We need to get you out of here. Now. We don’t have much time.” His voice is urgent, but soft.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You surmise, and he shakes his head.

“Things are getting really dangerous here. You’re in danger. I’ll explain everything, but we need to go.”

“Explain everything now.”

“I can’t!” He exclaims, and he sighs, running a hand down his face in frustration.

You notice that his eyes are red-rimmed again, and you reach up to touch his face this time.

“Tyler. Talk to me.” You request, voice soft and eyes gentle. He leans into your touch, his hand moving to your shoulder almost as if to pull you closer. Then he freezes, looking over your shoulder.

“Run.” His voice is a whisper, but it still reaches your ears. But it’s too late.

“Yes, Tyler. Talk to her.” The unexpected voice behind you chills you to the bone. When you turn around, your shock is palpable. It’s Miss Thornhill. His eyes meet hers, and it’s like he’s almost in a trance. When you look back up at him, his pupils are blown, and he moves towards your teacher. “Tell her everything you’ve done.”

“I killed those hikers. I killed Rowan, maimed Eugene.” His voice is light and feathery as his hand drops from your shoulder.

“This isn’t you.” You exclaim passionately, and the older woman smiles a sickly-sweet smile at you.

“Turns out that you don’t know much about your friend after all.”

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice shakes, eyes darkening. The ground slowly starts to shake underneath her, your anger making your powers flair. The wind starts to whip through the trees.

“This is all part of a bigger plan-“ She looks around, starting to get scared. “Tyler, take care of the problem.”

Her voice is stern, hypnotic to him. You watch Tyler roll his shoulders back, the jacket on his back splitting as he shifts into his other form. A loud growl permeates the air, and you start to back up away from him.

The leaves falling off the trees swirl through the air, and you throw them at Miss Thornhill, who screams. You reach deep inside yourself for strength, and a piece of rock flies at Tyler. He lets out an animalistic cry.

You never thought that you’d ever have to defend yourself against a mythical beast. Let alone your best friend who happened to be one. Panic starts to set within you, and you reach down into the soil, throwing it at Tyler’s bulging eyes. He roars again, stumbling towards you.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Tyler. Don’t do this.” You yell out at him, but he’s too far gone to hear you. He swipes at you with his long claws, but you back away so he misses you by mere inches.

You muster enough power to throw another rock at him, that crashes against his chest. Dirt flies through the air, surrounding Tyler now. Suddenly, you hear the crunching of leaves as others start to trickle in. They’re drawn from the school to the sound of the roars and screaming.

Then, you hear the sound of a pistol cocking. You turn to see Sherriff Galpin by your side, his eyes wide and fearful. He trains his gun on Tyler’s other form.

“NO! Don’t.” You lift your hand towards him, and the dirt cloud surrounding Tyler falls. “Don’t shoot! It’s Tyler!”

You rush forward, blocking the Sherriff’s line of sight, towards the stunned monster. Then you reach up out of desperation, resting your hand above his heart. The Hyde makes a grumbling noise, a glowing red starting to spread from where your hand is situated.

He gazes down at you and lifts his hand menacingly. He’s about to bring it down on you when you grab the monster by the back of the neck and bring its forehead to yours.

“I’m here, Tyler. I’m here.” You whisper, tears starting to roll down your cheeks. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The long-clawed hand drops then, but not slashing at you, it drops to his side instead. He makes a long, whimpering noise. And slowly but surely, his features begin to distort as he comes back to his human form.

“No fucking way. The anchor theory. Soulmates.” Miss Thornhill whispers in a hushed tone - truly shocked, before vanishing into the growing crowd of students and police officers. You grip Tyler’s arm tightly with your other hand.

He falls to his knees, and you go with him, his eyes glowing before slowly turning back into his normal brown hue. They stare into yours, remorse and regret filling them. Embarrassment. Shame.

“You’re okay.” I say, looking at the abrasions on his skin from the rocks and twigs, and leaves skirting through the air.

“I’m sorry.” He whimpers, before burying his face in your neck. You hold him as tight as you possibly can, not able to imagine what he’s going through. “I didn’t want to kill anyone; you have to believe me. It was all Laurel-Thornhill, whatever.”

“I know, Ty. I know.” You move your hand from his heart to his cheek. Your lips meet his for the first time in what you hope is a comforting kiss. He kisses you back a little desperately, so many emotions flooding through him at once. You pull back and Tyler clings to you. His father comes over, draping his coat over his son. “Where is she? Where’s Miss Thornhill?”

Sherriff Galpin looks around, shouting for his officers to search the woods for her. He moves to his son and places a hand on his shoulder.

“We have to take you in, bud.” He says softly, and you look up at him with grief-stricken eyes. “We have to make sure you’re not a danger to yourself or anyone else. You still…killed those people.”

“I didn’t want to.” He says again, his voice breaking, and his forehead falls to your shoulder.

Soon, you and his father are bringing him to his feet and starting to lead him out of the woods. He has a conversation with a very angry Principal Weems and then joins you again.

“Can I come with him?” You ask his father, and he nods.

“Principal Weems gave her permission for you to leave campus tonight since you seem to be the key to keeping him calm.” He states, shaking his head. “You know…my wife always did say that you two were made for each other. I don’t think she realized just how right she was.”

You walk in silence for a moment, your arm around Tyler tightening. He leans against you, and you finally let out a small, relieved smile.

“You know what? I think she knew exactly what she was doing.” You say gently, memories of his mother flooding back to you. She was always encouraging you two to spend time together.

“You may be onto something there.”

His radio squawks and he steps to the side to listen and answer it. You and Tyler walk towards the main road, where the cop cars are.

“Thank you.” He whispers, his hand finding yours. “For not giving up on me. For saving me.”

“I’ll never give up on you, Ty. That’s a promise.” Your voice is firm, unrelenting, and you hold his gaze.

“You knew, didn’t you?” He asks, and you nod.

“I saw you. I went to Thornhill…Laurel, looking for answers. To find out who was controlling you.”

“You walked right into the lion’s den.” His father says, coming up behind you and bringing out his cuffs.

“Really, Dad?” Tyler asks, but the Sherriff only grumbles in response. “Can I at least have them in the front?”

Sherriff Galpin restrains him in the front, and Tyler is led into a padded cell of a truck. You climb in behind him, and the older man sighs.

“I’ll meet you there.”

The door is shut tightly, and you hear the drivers get in the front. Their voices travel, and you try to ignore them.

“Gates?”

“Yeah, Thornwood or Laurel Gates or whatever.” The guard confirms, and the truck starts moving now.

“What about her?” The other guard asks, and you both listen harder. The silence in between questions and answers is deafening.

“She got away. No one found her.”

Tyler slowly starts to growl, his body beginning to shake at the thought of her getting away. His master, still out there. She could be anywhere; she could strike again at any time. She could use him to hurt other people. To hurt you.

“Hey, Tyler. Look at me.”

His eyes start to bulge but he listens, and you press your hand to his transforming cheek. The boy’s eyes soften immediately, and he slowly comes back down to his calm form.

“I’m sorry.”

“We’ll find and stop her. In the meantime, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll make sure she never gets the chance to do this to you again.” You press your forehead to his again, and he hums softly, gratitude radiating off him.

“Thank you.” He murmurs, bumping his nose against yours.

“You don’t need to thank me. It’s what best friends do.” Your cheeks heat up a little at that statement, not sure what he’s going to feel comfortable with just yet.

“Soulmates. It’s what soulmates do.” Tyler grins a little, his breath hot on your lips. “What’s an anchor theory?”

“I’ll explain it to you later. Kiss me.”

And he does.

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Summary Finale: Clinging onto life a battle unleashes between master and servant. Those closest to you will do anything in their power to make sure you survive. Will the servant finally be able to overthrow the master. Read part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7 & part 8 & part 9

Crows cawed loud above Tyler’s head up in the trees. They flew up when Tyler ran underneath them, panting loud, carrying you back to the school. They then flew after Tyler cawing loud. – “Hold on Y/n. Just hold on.” – Tyler said looking briefly down at you. You coughed the black substance up as the turmoil in your stomach buzzed on. Looking up you saw the crows fly over Tyler’s head, tagging along. A gushing wind swirled through the trees. Leaves got picked up and danced around till they settled again.

Tyler ran past the graveyard as a fog came creeping around his feet. The damp giving his ankles a cold. It was as if nature was mourning. Reaching out to their dying sister. Tyler gave his surrounding little care, only focused on getting you inside. You felt mesmerized by it. Feeling a warmth in your heart. Blinking slowly you imagined the dead reaching out from beneath to give their sister of night help. To crawl from under the earth all at once.

Slow and in pace to reach you and claim you. Claim you as another sister of night to join them in the world below. To be pulled underneath the earth accepting the eternal sleep as your body falls still. In a way it felt liberating to witness it. To accept the darkness with a warm smile on your face. There was no greater death than this. Tyler rounded some trees making way for the greenhouse near your school.

The greenhouse glowed with a warm orange light. There was someone still at work. Tyler picked up his pace, running to the greenhouse. He threw the door open, busting inside. Running through plants hanging over the pathway to the center. There in the center was Miss Thornhill. – “Master!” – Tyler called out in a panic. Thornhill turned around gasping loud at Tyler’s presence with you. Tyler sunk through his knees, dropping  down as made sure you didn’t fell out of his hands.

“She’s… she’s been poisoned… help her!” – he demanded touching your cheek. Your body spasmed from coughing. Wheezing as the poison was taking it’s toll on you. Tyler looked frantically up to his master, begging her to help you. – “Please help her! You have the antidote! Please!” – Tyler looked demanding at his master.

Miss Thornhill’s shock had worn off. – “No.” – she said making Tyler’s eyes widen. – “Why…why would you… You… you poisoned her!” – he let go of you getting up. – “You poisoned her! You have to help her!” – he urged with demand. – “No.” – Miss Thornhill simply repeated. Tyler grunted loud, clenching his hand out of anger. – “How could you do this do her!” – Tyler gestured wildly at her. – “I love her and you… you hurt her!”

“Exactly!” -  Miss Thornhill replied loud. – “You love her and that is why she must die!” -  Tyler’s eyes widened in shock. You coughed loud, gurgling on the black liquid as Tyler knelt down beside you. – “Y/n… Y/n my night… please keep fighting…” – Tyler whispered to you, moving his head close to yours. You managed to nod trying hard not to choke. Tyler pressed his fist against the ground. Face tensed. – “I commanded you to kill her, and you went against my ask!” – Miss Thornhill called out.

Tyler clenched his jaw. – “ I forbid you to help her! Kill her Tyler!” – She demanded knowing you were threatening her grip on the Hyde. Yet you didn’t know yet that Tyler was the Hyde. Tyler’s hand trembled. The urge to listen to her command still very real. He hated that she had such a grip over her. – “Kill her! I command you to kill her!” – Miss Thornhill shouted, urging him to end your life. Tyler looked down at you with a trembling head. Pity rested in your eyes as you stared back at him. Miss Thornhill came closer to him, crouching to his height.

“She is threatening our bond Tyler. She means to take you away from me. Me the one who took care of you after your mother passed. Me who understands you completely. Me who loves you.” – she reached her hand out to sooth him like she had done numerous times. A gentle brush of her fingers against his forehead, moving some hair away. Before her hand could reach him, slapped Tyler it away. – “Tyler!” – Miss Thornhill called out in shock.

“It is not love if you control me!” – Tyler bit back keeping his focus on you. Miss Thornhill glared. – “How dare you defy me!” – she got back up, taking a few steps back. – “Put her out of her misery and kill her. End the threat once and for all.” – she ordered. Tyler grunted turning his head away. He felt the claim inside of him protest loudly. Without him knowing rose his hand. Your eyes widened when you saw the hand rise, slowly set itself in a claw grip.

His muscled tensed. The hand went down to you as you feared it might choke you. Closing your eyes, it was the first time you felt deadly afraid. You imagined the grip. Tightening around your neck as it squeezed your airpipe shut. Yet you didn’t feel a grip. Slowly opening your eyes you saw that Tyler was breathing out loud. Holding his own hand back by the wrist.

The struggle inside him clear as night. His clawed hand trembled fighting against his other hand holding it back. Miss Thornhill’s eyes widened. Yours widened too as you slowly saw the changes go through Tyler. His skin turning paler as you recognized features of the Hyde. It all made sense now. The warnings of Tyler. The strange behavior of the Hyde. It was Tyler fighting against his orders.

“No…” – Tyler grunted out half in transformation. – “I am your master!” – Miss Thornhill screamed out as you watched Tyler transform to his fullest at your side. His arm set over you, head low close to your throat to rip it open with his teeth. Yet he never did. He was panting, his eyes meeting with your frightened one’s. The Hyde lifted his head up, roaring loud at Miss Thornhill. Miss Thornhill stumbled back.

The Hyde stared deadly at her, drool dripping down his teeth. Miss Thornhill gasped frightened when the Hyde looked down at you with pitiful eyes. When it looked back at her she could see the hatred in his eyes. – “No!” – she shouted grabbing a pottery from the table behind her and threw it at the Hyde. The Hyde shielded you so the pottery would hit his back. That angered him more as he roared out loud.

Miss Thornhill screamed loud when the Hyde came jumping at her. Soft tapping on the glass drew your attention away from the chase. There at the lowest glass window of the greenhouse you saw Thing tapping the glass. It frantically moved all his fingers up in a panic. He then held one finger up, hinting for you to hang on. Thing hopped on his fingers, scattering away. It was getting harder for you to keep your eyes open as you hoped the antidote would come soon.

Thing hurried his fingers over the ground. Rushing like he had never rushed before. Arriving at the walls of the school, Thing flipped over and started climbing the wall. Up, up, up all the way to the top. He hopped off the balcony finding his way into the bedroom. Enid gasped loud when Thing jumped on her lap. Thing immediately started to wave at Enid that he needed to communicate. Enid stared uneasy at him. – “Uhm Wednesday I think he wants to tell you something.” – she said looking over to Wednesday’s side.

Wednesday sighed loud without parting her lips, throwing the covers from over her head. Pulling her legs over the edge, she walked over to Enid. – “Speak.” – she told Thing with her arms crossed. Thing started signing to Wednesday still on Enid’s lap as it made her swallow nervously. – “Can… can he maybe do that elsewhere.” – she peeped out as Wednesday shushed her. She leaned in closer nodding in understanding.

“My sister is dying.” – she replied plainly as Enid gasped loud that Thing jumped off her. – “Where!” – Enid called out needing Thing to show her. Wednesday and Enid were rushing down the stairs. – “Oh, I shouldn’t have left her. I should’ve gone after her. It’s my fault!” – Enid cried out, sobbing uncontrollably. – “Control your waters.” – Wednesday said with a glare. Thing held onto her shoulder as they rushed to the greenhouse.

Back in the greenhouse was the Hyde chasing after Miss Thornhill. She had a few tricks up her sleeves. Spraying some substance on plant base that made the Hyde shake his head. It slowed him a bit down as she was able to make a run for it. The Hyde quickly recovered roaring loud as he chased after her. Going on all fours to decrease the distance. Helpless you knew you needed to do something fast. Tyler was occupied with getting his revenge on Miss Thornhill, leaving you to die.

There was no certainty in waiting for Thing. You needed to act now or else it would be beloved funeral. Something you did look forward too but not today. Not tonight. You used all your might to roll over to your side. Coughing up more of the poison as it weakened your strength. Setting your hand down, it trembled as you tried to get up. Every limb was weakened with soreness.

Finally you rose, standing wobbly on your feet. You stumbled over to the table where several glass bottles stood between her equipment and a potted plant. Your knees buckled as you slammed your body against the table, hands slapped hard down on the woodwork. Losing consciousness you fell weightless to the side. Body smacking hard on the floor. The world around you became silent.

The Hyde had Miss Thornhill pilled to the glass windows, snarling at her. The door slammed open, Enid and Wednesday running inside. Enid gasped loud at the sight of you. – “Y/n!” – she called out in a panic. Then her attention got drawn to a sound. Her jaw tensed at the sight of the Hyde. She screamed it out, her hands clawed out. Wednesday widened her eyes more seeing Enid transform to her fullest. She had never seen it, thinking she wasn’t capable of it. Enid now a wolf sprinted to the Hyde out for revenge. She bit the Hyde in his side, making him roar in pain.

The Hyde pushed the wolf away turning his attention to Miss Thornhill again. Wednesday rushed over to you, picking up your head as she laid it on her lap. – “Viper?” – she said seeing the poison stains all over you. You reached a trembling hand up to her, wanting to touch her face. Wednesday’s eyes stood wide as she wept a single tear. It rolled down her cheek as you touched it before it could drip down her chin onto you. – “Thing.” – Wednesday said as the hand had jumped onto the table.

“Anything.” – she added beggingly. Thing started rushing through the bottled liquid on the table. He couldn’t be certain, but he had to try something. Wednesday placed a hand on your chest, feeling that your breathing had slowed down. Thing pushed a bottle over, rolling over to the side. He pushed it off as it landed on your stomach. Wednesday took it pouring it inside your mouth. Then she waited. You closed your eyes as she looked worriedly at Thing. Thing laid himself flat in failure.

Wednesday pulled you up to her chest, cradling your body. – “May the wicked witches guide you home to the eternal night.” – she whispered pressing you firm against her own body. Wednesday lowered her head to give your head a kiss. A moment of silence fell. Till your loud gasping startled your sister and Thing. Thing jumped up as Wednesday moved you a bit to get a good look at you. – “You’re alive.” – she said plainly. Thing jumped on your lap, bowing his fingers down and patting you affectionate. – “I am.” – you said getting up. – “and I have a thorn to pick.” – you let your magic surround your hands as Wednesday kept staring at you.

The Hyde and the wolf were fighting each other. The Hyde constantly trying to get her off as Enid wanted revenge. Miss Thornhill had taken off. You swept your hands to the side. Your magic surrounding the Hyde and the wolf as it parted them. The Hyde and the wolf both looked at you in shock. The Hyde got on his two legs, slowly approaching you. The wolf snarled loud his way as you held your finger up to stop her from doing anything.

The Hyde came to a stop before you, lowering himself to a bow. Head lowered it held his claw up, palm upwards. You inhaled deep, looking briefly up. The Hyde looked up when you had placed your hand in his with a warm smile. You had accepted him as he had chosen you. Defied against his own master to pledge his loyalty to another. – “Hunt her.” – you told him as the Hyde snarled loud. It flung itself out of the greenhouse, rushing into the woods to hunt down Miss Thornhill.

Enid changed back out of breath. – “Y/n!” – she called out running up to you. – “You are alive!” – Attacking you with a tight hug. You hugged her back with warmth. She then pulled back to scold at you. – “Why didn’t you kill it!” – Enid slapped you against your arm. – “He is not the real threat.” – you told her. – “Miss Thornhill is. She poisoned me. Tyler only did what he was told.” – you explained as she gasped. – “Tyler? Are you to tell me that thing is Tyler?”

You nodded making her gasp even louder. – “And I love him. Beast and all.” – you answered. The three of you left the greenhouse coming into the woods. You came to a stop as the Hyde ran over to you. About 5 ft away from you it changed back into Tyler. Tyler ran up to you, hugging you tight. Wednesday stared confused at Enid. – “Don’t ask.” – Enid whispered. – “I thought I was going to lose you Y/n.” – he spoke wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“I am one though witch to kill.” – you told him with a smile. – “Thornhill… I…she got away…” – he told you brushing his knuckles against your cheek. – “She wouldn’t dare to return.” – you replied placing your hand against his cheek. – “Because of you I’ve broken free. I am yours to serve.” – he whispered letting his forehead rest against yours. You shook your head. – “We are equals.” – you whispered back. Tyler smiled. – “I love you.” – he breathed out before kissing you.

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Tyler Galpin x Reader Pt. 5– An Interruption

A/N: So sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out! It has been a busy week, and I have been sick. Anyways, I wanted to try something a little different today, so this is more from Tyler’s POV. I hope you enjoy!

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Coming to the Weathervane became a daily routine for you after your first date with Tyler. You would walk in, take the booth closest to the counter, and pull out your homework while Tyler brought over the usual: a hot chocolate and a croissant. Both of you looked forward to seeing each other every afternoon.

At times, when it was a quiet day, Tyler would have a few moments to sit with you as you worked, and though you enjoyed his company more than anything, it was Tyler who truly felt at peace once you walked into the shop. He would never tell you outright– he was afraid that being too forward would scare you off– but seeing you was the best part– his favorite part– of every day. You were his escape from school, from work, from home. You brought him so much peace without even trying.

“Whatcha workin’ on today?” he asked, lowering himself onto the booth across from you. You looked up through your eyelashes in a way that made his heart flutter no matter how many times you did it.

“Just some notes on this book we are reading. Not much other homework tonight,” you responded, looking more relaxed than usual. On some days, Tyler would watch as your brows pulled together in frustration over confusing material. Other days, the exhaustion would make itself known in your shoulders and under your eyes. Though you always smiled at him when you came in, it worried him that your school work often became too much for you.

“Oh, good,” he responded, grinning. “Then you have time for a walk at the end of my shift?”

You answered with a simple nod, then pulled his right hand across the table. After a moment of confusion, he realized that you were drawing a smiley face onto his wrist with the pen you were using to take notes.

It wasn’t fair, he thought, that something so small, so silly, could make him want to melt into the very booth.

When you were done, he held your hand in his, squeezed twice, and stood up to clean up behind the counter.

From there, he could sneak peaks at you as you both worked. He loved the slight side smile that tugged at your lips when you read, and the way you shook our hair out of your eyes even though it always fell back into the same place. He loved that your toes tapped against the linoleum floor when you got impatient, and the way little red flowers blossomed across the table when you were frustrated. He loved the way you’d pull your sweater up to cover your nose on particularly chilly afternoons, and the way yellow wood sorrel petals would slither from under your sleeves when he managed to say something particularly suave. But most of all, he loved when you’d catch him watching you, for two reasons:

1, because you looking at him meant that you were thinking about him too, and

2, because it gave him a chance to smile into those calm y/e/c eyes for a moment– to get completely caught up in all of you, even if the two of you were across the room from each other.

When the two of you looked at each other like that, the rest of the world felt so much brighter.

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“We can walk down a few blocks, make a left, and do a big circle, and then I can walk you back to school,” Tyler suggested, shrugging on his jacket outside of the coffee shop. You were glad his shifts never ended too late; it meant that you got to have full conversations with him afterward instead of talking to him at work when he was busy with orders.

Walks like these were much easier than the first. After all that you’d told him, Tyler didn’t bring up your past. He assumed you would tell him anything you wanted him to know in time. Instead, the two of you gushed over books, played new songs for each other, and talked about nothing.

It was perfect.

“Sounds good,” you said now, and you blushed when he smiled at you. The two of you made to walk down the sidewalk, only to be stopped short by a man in a dark uniform turn the corner from the small parking lot and begin walking toward you.

“Tyler,” the man said gruffly, then, upon seeing you holding Tyler’s hand, paused. He cleared his throat before continuing.

“I, uh, who is this?”

You smiled a lopsided half-smile, but looked down at the hem of your skirt. Tyler shifted his weight uncomfortably. He hadn’t expected to see his father until much later that night.

“Uh, dad, this is y/n. Y/n,” he said, turning to you, “this is my dad, Donovan.” You nodded and smiled wider, but in focusing so hard on not bursting into flower petals where you stood, you failed to say anything.

“Well, it’s, uh, it’s nice to meet you, y/n,” Mr. Galpin said. After a moment of awkward silence, he took a step forward and leaned in slightly.

“Listen, Tyler, I don’t mean to, uh, interrupt, but I came to get you. We need to get home and talk. It’s important.”

Now was anything but the time to call him home, he thought, cringing at the thought of you seeing him be dragged home by his dad.

“Can it wait? I promised y/n I’d walk her home–”

“Ty, now’s not really the time to argue,” Mr. Galpin responded quickly, and though the urgency was clear in his voice, his dismissal of his son seemed to ring in your ears. Tyler had mentioned a few times that he didn’t get along well with his father, but seeing the strain on their relationship in front of you felt entirely different.

“But, dad, it’s already dark. She can’t just–”

“Fine, we will drive her home, and then you will come home with me.” The officer turned on his heel and began walking in the direction from which he came, clearly expecting you both to follow.

Once you were tucked into the back of the cruiser with Tyler, which was just as uncomfortable as it looked, Mr. Galpin asked you where you wanted to be dropped off.

“Uh, the front gates at Nevermore are fine,” you said quietly. Mr. Galpin immediately stiffened, and you knew you’d said the wrong thing.

“You… you’re a Nevermore student?” he asked. Tyler wanted desperately to be anywhere else, and his anger burned hot on his face. It took a long time for you to respond.

“Yes,” was all you said. The rest of the ride was completely silent.

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Tyler didn’t know which was more intense at the moment, his anger at his father for being so rude to you, or his embarrassment at not being able to do anything about it. He’d watched with a lame, apologetic grimace on his face as Mr. Galpin kept his gaze from you and sped away from Nevermore.

The moment you were out of sight, he swiveled his head so his gaze was no longer out the window at you, but instead on his father.

“What is the problem?” he asked, though he wished he’d had the courage to ask it more belligerently.

“We’ll discuss it when we get home,” Mr. Galpin reminded, but Tyler rolled his eyes.

“No, not the problem from before. You seem to have a problem with y/n. You all but ignored her the whole ride!”

His father huffed before speaking.

“I don’t understand why you are so set against me, Tyler,” was all he said. Tyler put his head in his hands.

“What are you talking about?” the boy asked, his fingers threatening to pull strands of hair from his scalp in frustration. Mr. Galpin never took his gaze away from the road.

“I let you have that silly little job at the coffee shop, I let you keep your secrets with that ridiculous therapist you see, and now you want me to let you hang around with a bunch of delinquents? How do you think everyone else in this town will see me now that you’ve spent your time in public with that girl?”

Speechless, Tyler felt the tension between them bubble as Mr. Galpin turned right onto a quiet road.

“You,” he said after a few agonizingly awkward moments, “You can’t seriously feel that way about Nevermore students.” Mr. Galpin scoffed.

“Are you kidding? Tyler, just go hang out with normal kids. Why do you always have to make things difficult?”

For the first time in a long time, Tyler had felt at ease in Jericho; you had brought so much calm everywhere you went, despite your ability to get flustered easily. And now his father expected him to give it up?

“I’m not making anything difficult! She’s my—“

He stopped himself short, and quickly steered the course of the sentence in a different direction, silently promising to revisit the exciting idea of you as his girlfriend another time.

“—friend,” he finally managed. “The best friend I’ve had in a long time. You can’t just—“

“Yes, I very well can!” interjected the officer mercilessly. “That girl, that thing, things like her, they make nothing but trouble for me in this town, and I don’t need my son getting any more awful ideas from them.”

Thing?

The brunet felt stung. Breathless at his father’s language. He’d heard him say things like this before, but not about anyone other than his son. To hear him speak so wretchedly of you made his hands shake in anger and agitation.

“Let me out of the car,” Tyler said slowly. A wry chuckle passed Mr. Galpin’s lips.

“No, I told you, we have—“

“Let me out, now,” Tyler demanded. His father’s brows furrowed with rage, but he had no time to respond, because in a moment, Tyler’s hand was clasped around the door handle and pushing the door open.

“Boy, close the damn door!” the sheriff shouted, but his son was already unbuckled. He had no choice but to stop the car so as to keep Tyler unharmed. The moment the tires stopped rolling on the pavement, Tyler was out, the door slamming behind him with a loud C R A C K !

Mr. Galpin laid his head on his hands as they rested on the steering wheel, willing himself not to cry out in frustration.

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A/N: okay so that was a little more angsty than I originally planned, but I’m enjoying this, and I hope y’all are too!

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Tyler Galpin x Reader Series Pt. 3-- Cute

Summary: You and Tyler get closer during your second visit to the Weathervane, and you realize that you have very little to be worried about, And ohmygosh this isn’t summary but this gif of him is so fricking adorable I can’t keep it together

Link to Pt. 2

Link to Pt. 4

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“Oh. My. Stars. He asked you to come back and see him?” Lydia squealed as you recounted your conversation with Tyler at the pizza shop.

“Well, I guess, I think he was trying to be nice–” you began, but Lydia put a stop to your excuses right away.

“No, no, no, y/n, if he phrased it exactly the way you just told me, he definitely wants to see you specifically.” She finished with a nod and a knowing smile. You felt your face warm, and the bluebells growing from a hanging pot overhead bloomed in full. Why would Tyler want to see you, you wondered, when all you’d done in front of him was make a mess and embarrass yourself?

As if knowing what you were thinking, Lydia piped up once more: “y/n, you should go see him. He wouldn’t ask unless he meant it, no matter how you left the Weathervane last week.”

“But what if, instead of just a crop of weeds, I end up turning the whole place into a jungle?” I asked. Lydia shook her head.

“Just be yourself. He clearly likes you as you are, so don’t worry about it. Besides,” she continued, one eyebrow cocked comedically, “it’s almost Christmas. Maybe he’s looking for someone to meet under the mistletoe!”

At the mere thought of kissing Tyler, your entire room seemed to flutter with life as vines, leaves, and flowers unfurled.

“Lydia! Stop that,” you whispered, clapping your hands over your eyes as if to shield yourself from both your own powers and your roommate’s comment.

“So it’s settled then,” she said, standing at the foot of your bed. You peeked out from between your middle and ring finger and looked up at the giggly siren.

“What’s settled?” you asked, though you dreaded hearing the answer.

“You are going to go to the Weathervane, and you are going to order a hot chocolate, and you are going to look so hot, and you are going to sit in a booth where he can see you,” she rambled, and you shook your head in exasperation.

 “and,” she finished, “you are going to flirt. your. brains. out.”

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It took another three days for Lydia to convince you of her plan, and by the time you two approached the coffee shop, the two of you had squabbled over your hair, your outfit, and your abilities, with you rejecting every idea of Lydia’s for fear of embarrassment.

Eventually, you settled on an outfit you wore often: one that made you comfortable, but one that Lydia said also complimented your skin tone. You wore your hair pulled away from your face, because Lydia was sure it would make it easier for Tyler to “gaze” into your eyes.

You cringed internally as you thought over that comment.

Suddenly, Lydia paused, and you whirled around to look at her.

“What are you doing?” you asked, but worry washed over you as you caught a mischievous look cross your roommate’s face. She he clasped her hands behind her uniform-clad back, feigning innocence, and said, “I just remembered, I need to grab a book for English class, so I’m gonna go run and grab it from across the street–”

“I’ll come with you!” you offered, dreading the idea of walking inside alone, but Lydia shook her head.

“No, no, it’ll only take a minute! You go start batting your eyes at Mr. Mistletoe.”

You let out a cry of disgust at the nickname she’d given Tyler, but she only laughed and made her way across the street, leaving you to walk into the Weathervane by yourself.

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The coffee shop was completely empty, and as the door swung shut behind you, a bell above rung, announcing your arrival. Anxiety shot through you, but you held your breath and squeezed your hands together in hopes that you wouldn’t turn the chair next to you into a tree stump.

“Y/n! You’re here!” called a voice from behind the espresso machine. You jumped slightly, but silently rejoiced that there was not a single plant to be seen yet.

That was until you tip-toed to the counter to see Tyler refilling a napkin dispenser: behind him, on the floor next to a small table, were a few tall ferns in a ceramic pot. Right in the center was a cluster of bright purple fern-flowers.

“How are you today?” the barista asked, smiling down at you. You meant to answer but couldn’t form a response, your focus still on the plant in front of you. Following your gaze, Tyler looked down at the ferns.

“Oh, yeah– that’s uh, that’s yours. I thought it was, uh, I thought it was pretty. So I kept it,” he explained meekly, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. Yours were a much darker tint as you turned to look at him.

“That’s really…” you began, but couldn’t think of a way to finish. Tyler grimaced and said, “I can totally get rid of it if you think it’s weird–”

“No!” you interjected, the ferns behind Tyler shooting up as if to agree with you.

“No,” you repeated, calmer this time. “That’s really nice of you. Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t have liked them.” Tyler’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Of course I like them! Who doesn’t like flowers?”

You giggled at his response, relaxing a bit.

“So, hot chocolate and a croissant?” he asked, and once again you inwardly chastised yourself for not coming up with your order sooner. Why did he have to be so distracting? Why was his voice always so soft? Why was his personality always so inviting? Why–

You looked up to see him watching you, waiting patiently for an answer, and your face glowed red. Boston ivy crept out from under the sleeves of your sweater, though you quickly pulled at your sleeves to hide the sneaky green leaves.

“Uh, sure thing!” you managed, and he nodded with a wide grin on his face.

You needed a moment to collect yourself, so this time, instead of waiting at the counter, you set your bag down at a booth and took a seat. Pulling a book out of your bag, you took a deep breath and cursed Lydia for tricking you into coming here alone. She knew you would make a fool of yourself the first chance you got, and there you were, barely able to put a sentence together in front of the poor boy! Maybe it would just be best to leave and spare yourself further embarrassment. You could just pack up your things and–

“Here you go,” Tyler said, setting down a steaming mug of hot chocolate and a small pastry in front of you. You let out a short gasp, and a large peony burst open on the booth just behind your ear.

“Woah, sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you,” the barista said, reaching behind you to pick the pink flower from where it grew.

“No,” you began breathily, eyes laser-focused on his forearm as it moved past your head, “It’s my fault; I wasn’t paying attention.”

Tyler cupped the flower gently in his two hands and sat down across from you.

“Don’t worry about it; you just seem to get in your own head sometimes… It’s honestly kind of cute,” he admitted slowly, and a jolt of electricity shot through your body. Flowers to match the one in Tyler’s hand now covered the table. Cute?

“Really?” you asked, and he nodded, laughing. It was a soft, open laugh, one that made you feel as though this conversation was a lot more comfortable for him than it was for you. He then leaned forward, careful not to crush the other flowers on the table top, and pointed to the book you still held in your hands.

“How is it?”

“Uh, it’s great, actually. This is probably my sixth time reading it. I love it so much,” you answered, giddy at the thought of Tyler finding you attractive–

No.

Not attractive.

He didn’t say attractive.

But cute was a good enough adjective to be giddy over.

“Ha! I haven’t read it six times, but I loved it too. It’s a really relaxing book,” he agreed, and motioned as if asking permission to look at it. You held it out to him, and he took it in his free hand, his thumb holding your page. After a few moments, he smiled up at you, declaring that the page you were currently reading was one of his favorite parts.

“I write notes in the margins of my books, too,” he finished, handing the book back to you. “Maybe we could swap copies. You can read my notes, and I can read yours.”

Your eyes grew wide in excitement, and you leaned forward to match his position.

“Ah! Yes, I would love that!”

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“Aw, he sounds like such a sweetheart, y/n! And a book lover. Just your type!” Lydia cheered as you both walked back to campus. You had recounted your entire encounter with Tyler to her shortly after admonishing her for leaving you on your own. Part of you wanted to tell the story all over again just for the sake of talking about him. 

It’s honestly kind of cute.

Your legs felt unsteady at the memory of his kind remarks, and you couldn’t wait to see him again. The two of you had agreed to meet at the park that weekend to swap books, and though you had been dreading this day all week, you now felt that Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

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A/N: Gosh, I’m really starting to love these two. Thank you all for reading and supporting my work!

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