The woods were silent and peaceful, just the way it had been for years. A slight breeze tickled the leaves as the day turned to night, Y/N walked briskly to a large tree. The tree he picked was large and had a sheer drop from a rock into a deep depression in the ground, he sighed as he began making the preparations. By the first light, he had a noose ready for him above the drop...but he was not sure of himself. A chuckle pressed its way through his lips, the hunger was creeping back through his stomach. He could smell something rotting nearby and Y/N decided it was time to stop the danger he posed to everyone else, standing above the drop with the noose around his throat was strangely euphoric...And as he took his last breath and leaned forward he reached Elysium. The sudden stop dug into the skin and sent the little oxygen left in his lungs out," then came the visions. As he swung and choked he started seeing things, everyone he had hurt...everyone he had killed. As the light left and his world faded to black he even saw Wednesday among the faces, but she seemed to be moving.
Once the tension gave out all Y/N could do was take a big breath and look around, wednesday was standing over him with a grim look on her face. "You wanted to die then? Didn't plan on telling anyone...and they say I need therapy." Y/N let out a hoarse chuckle "You have no idea what I deal with, you being here is a risk. I just don't want to hurt anyone."
Wednesday groaned "You act like that means something, What have you done that was so heinous that you deserve to die!" Y/N stood up removing the bloody noose "I killed my whole family," he spoke, it was clear that what he said grabbed Wednesday's attention. "ate the lot of them...and my friends, I was nine."
"Oh." Wednesday said barely above a whisper, but Y/N was not done "It was my Birthday, I wandered into the woods and my dad came after me. I ripped his throat open and ate his heart, when I came out of the woods my mom tried to stop me. I-I couldn't stop myself from killing her, then came the partygoers."
Wednesday walked closer gazing at Y/Ns throat "That will need to be cleaned, and Y/N please understand that other people care about you." Wednesday playfully slapped his face before forcing him up, the walk back to Nevermore was a long one
You can find peace amidst the storms that threaten you.
-Joseph B. Wirthlin
Wednesday carefully wiped the blood and dirt from in Y/Ns neck wound, Enid was still asleep and the sun had begun to peek through the window. He winced every time she pressed the wet cloth into his neck, eventually though the pain faded. "Well looks like you tore the skin quite badly. Don't need stitches though, you will just need to deal with a nasty scar."
Wednesday was close to Y/N's face as she dried his neck, several thoughts went through his mind as her breath tickled his face including what her lips felt like. Though it was clear nothing would come of them, he got up thanking her "Thanks but, please don't tell anyone? I don't want people to know, I hope I didn't freak you out."
He left heading to his dorm, changing into his Uniform he got ready for the day. For some reason he hadn't felt hungry for a while, walking through the quad he notice people staring...though it did not faze him. Botany was a quick class, the overexcited teacher giving a lesson on the manzanilla de la muerte. The Little apple of death was quite an interesting lesson, especially when the teacher decided to bring out the fruits of its labor. Similar to an apple in several ways, it was an interestingly deadly Fruit.
The rest of the classes went downhill, but eventually classes ended. Y/N had still yet to join a club so he decided to join one. The choice would be hard so he decided to try only one out today, Fencing had a spot open and he knew Wednesday joined a day or two ago. Walking into the Fencing arena(...room...dojo...field I don't fukin know what to call it) In his new attire he was met with instant stares, but the first thing that caught his eye was Wednesday. She stood out in her all-black attire, but his train of thought was cut off by Bianca Barclay.
"Both new freaks in the same room, I still can't believe you beat me in the race. From the looks of the neck, you might even be with us for a shorter period than miss black and white." Y/N chuckled ignoring her comment "I can beat you in Fencing too, your choice if you want to try." this got some of the other kids in the room riled up, there seemed to be a constant air of surprise around whoever challenged Bianca.
Bianca stepped onto the mat putting her helmet on, Y/N quickly followed suit drawing his sabre. The coach walked into the sidelines starting the match, he looked at both contestants and said one word "Begin." Bianca rushed in trying to gain a point but Y/N held his ground, quick movements of blocking and his attacks filled the room. It was clear he was outmatched but he was willing to try anything to prove a point, In the split second after Bianca attacked Y/N bit his lip drawing on his hungers strength.
To Everyone else the match was clearly in Bianca's Favor but randomly out of his haphazard block, Y/N seemed to gain a second wind. Bianca could not react as her sword was nearly thrown from her grasp, but he was just toying with her. Every time she would regain composure he would halfway disarm her, but eventually that got boring. As quickly as the fight began Y/N swung a quick attack snapping Bianca's blade in half the Coach looked at Y/N skeptically "Half of those moves were Illegal, though you have great potential. Bianca...you win" Removing her helmet she was not happy, though Y/N was. He knew that she would count him as the real winner of the match...and that's all that mattered.
Hope it's enjoyable! Hang on tight I will try to have the next chapter out soon.
Still want names for what Y/N is, and criticism is accepted
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Carrion Beast(Wednesday x malereader)
FanfictionCarrion, dead flesh on a corpse. For some, a meal...others, repulsive slop. Yet for Y/N L/N Carrion was more than a simple meal, it was the driving lifeforce that kept him moving.