Monstrous Feelings (Weyler one-shots)

Monstrous Jealousy

1. Tyler's Jealousy

An abyss of disdain consumed Tyler's being, overshadowing everything else in his world. Laurel, at the epicenter of his fury, seemed destined to receive the merciless judgment of the Queen of Hell, condemned to an eternity of punishment for her sins. Despite this storm of darkness, even amidst the hatred, Laurel's figure exuded an unsettling mystery, like a black moon exerting its influence over the tumultuous tides of his tormented soul.

Then, emerging from the shadows, Xavier Thorpe rose on the list of the most despised. While he did not hold the top spot, his actions placed him near the abominable. The aversion Tyler felt toward Xavier was not solely derived from violent deeds; it ran deeper, like a dark root that plunged into the depths of his being. Xavier's arrogance and pampered ego set him apart from humanity, wandering through life with an air of superiority that defied the very universe itself. He never displayed consideration for those he deemed inferior, such as the humble employees of the Weathervane Cafe. His condescending treatment of Tyler was palpable, as if he doled out scraps of attention from his pedestal of self-sufficiency, until the chains of Tyler's patience gave way to such insolence.

The confrontation between these two natural enemies took an even darker turn with the entrance of Wednesday Addams onto the scene. In a dance of forbidden passions, both Tyler and Xavier shared a sentiment for the mysterious young woman. But only Tyler managed to delve into the depths of her dark heart, winning Wednesday's love with an intensity that eclipsed the darkest moon. On the other hand, Xavier suffered a cruel rejection at the hands of the lady, a wound that resonated in his shattered ego and plunged him into an even deeper darkness. In this whirlwind of emotions, the love between Tyler and Wednesday became the flame that illuminated the abyss, burning with an intense and forbidden passion that defied the very nature of the world around them.

Xavier used to be just a passing shadow on Tyler's path, an irritating breeze that barely grazed his tranquility. However, the moment that accursed boy dared to flirt with his beloved in front of him, in the very corner where they shared dreams, the waters of destiny took on a murky hue. The setting was their workplace, a stage defiled by Xavier's audacity, as he shamelessly placed his hand on Wednesday's waist. Tyler's eyes, drenched in jealousy and contained fury, watched as she struggled to hide her discomfort behind a defiant, almost murderous gaze. Bound by the chains of circumstances, Tyler found himself in a delicate work crossroads; his previous steps as Hyde, though declared innocent, left an indelible mark on his record.

The scene wove a dark dance upon the stage of their emotions. The spark of anger ignited his chest, yet helplessness bound him like a prisoner in his own tragedy. Whispers of the past echoed in his mind, the shadow of the murderer Hyde that had inhabited his core, now casting its long shadow over this murky moment. Amidst this internal struggle, Tyler found a strange solace in the way Wednesday held his gaze, a glimmer of complicity that reminded them of the unbreakable strength of their love amidst the storm.

Tyler's heart, an amalgamation of burning passions and dark secrets, pulsed to the rhythm of a tragic symphony. Observing Xavier and Wednesday entwined in a dance of forced seduction stirred a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—a mixture of jealousy, desire, and the eternal fear of losing her. Yet in the deepest corner of his being, Tyler knew that this challenge would be just another chapter in the intricate story of their love, a story that would withstand the onslaught of darkness and emerge stronger, like a black rose blossoming in the abyss.

"Hey, Wen, would you like to go see a movie with me tomorrow night? It's a date," Xavier whispered with a smile laden with insinuation, his fingers reaching to caress Wednesday's face. However, she swiftly rejected his advance with cold and determined swiftness, pulling away his hand as if it were an unwanted shadow.