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Along with whatever I post when I sit down and obsessively write out an idea that popped into my head so that it doesn’t disappear.
Wednesday(Netflix Series)
Wednesday x reader
The Last Heir AU
Main Fic-
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7
Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 (coming soon)
I Leave This Letter to You, Beloved (Alternative Ending)
Be sure to read CMBIPP and ILTLTYB first for background
Word count:1.3k
Warnings:reader death,talks of suicide, hallucinations, and a funeral
Wednesday’s hands shook rapidly, the letter ruffling from her force. How could she ever live with herself, her brain was tearing itself apart as she cowered further into her seat, terrified to lift her eyes and have them fall upon your lifeless body.
“Please” she whimpered, her hands shooting up to grip the sides of her face in agony. The letter floated down to the floor slowly, wavering sideways on its descent before it finally fell. The paper’s movements ceased, everything seemed to go quiet, until a constant beep filled the room.
It took Wednesday until doctors started to rush into the room to grasp what the noise was and what it meant. “no no no” she said, voice getting louder with each word, “save her, don’t just stand there, save my wife! I’ll kill you, I’ll kill all of you” rage was all she could manage to summon as she stood from her chair and berated the doctors.
No matter her fight, there was nothing she could do, you were no longer there laying on the hospital bed. Only a shell, a body no longer full of life and love remained, and she could do nothing more than collapse over your chest, sobs of how sorry she was pouring from her lips for the rest of the night.
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Wednesday Addams the Widow, it was not a title the woman ever hoped to hold when she married you, but as she looked around the small group of people that were standing around the Addams Family graveyard she realized that it has been finalized.
“I am so sorry my storm cloud, I can not imagine how you are feeling” Gomez said honestly as he laid a hand on her shoulder in an attempt of comfort. There would be none from his words or his touch, he only received a dismissive hum.
“I can’t believe she’s gone Wednesday, I thought we would all end up in a retirement home together like we were back in school all over again” Enid said teary eyed, Ajax by her side nodded along silently, his eyes not leaving your casket.
“A ridiculous thought” Wednesday said softly with a shake of her head. She had always envisioned you and herself dying together in your sleep, fading off into nothingness together, intertwined one last time.
Uncle Fester did not bother to say anything on his approach. No he simply stood by her, and snuck his hand around her waist before pulling her into a side hug, the squeeze on his own side telling him all the words of appreciation she would not dare speak, even now after all that had come from not sharing her emotions or caring enough about others.
Wednesday gave one last kiss to your ring before you were lowered into the ground, she shoveled on all the dirt herself as everyone else watched too scared to offer a hand due to the determination on the widow’s brow.
Lurch added your tombstone, and the ceremony was complete, people started to filter out, many leaving a lingering hand across your tombstone on their pass.
Wednesday sat on the grass next to your grave, her sight being overtaken by a shadow as her mother stood over her. “What will you do now my dove?” She asked gently, frowning at the way the her normally stoic daughter’s lip quivered.
The two shared an embrace in front of you before parting, Wednesday had things to do as far as she was concerned.
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She flew back to the cabin, packed all of her things. Installed more cameras than there already was and locked all the doors and windows for the last time, for she had quit her job and knew where she needed to go.
She flew to your hometown, she had bought the first house she could get her hands on the day after your death. It was so strange. The place she had never bothered to visit or even really pay attention to a story about your time there, was the place she had decided she would spend the rest of her days.
Wednesday was full of regret at each pleasant moment she had. She visited places she had heard you describe and would breathe them in, cursing herself for never getting to see them with you. She would wake up every morning to sounds that you endlessly compared to those that would fill the cabins walls. You were right when you said those of your hometown were more, gentle a harmony of soft chirps and people starting their days greeted her pale ears.
On one of her firsts nights she decided to order food from the one restaurant you had mentioned before, you had mentioned it once in your time together, how she could remember that from a random parents weekend and not remember to show her wife proper affection and care was a mystery to her.
She unpacked the bag and sat down with your go-to order, and when she looked up across the table she saw you, bloodied, cut up, but with a small smile on your face. She ate a small bite, as her eyes stayed trained on your glimmering image.
“How are you liking all of the things that made me, me?” You asked gently, placing your hands on the table, fingers interlocked with each other.
“I’ve missed your voice” she starts, and looks away at the look of disapproval written on your face, “I know that’s not what you asked, I wanted to express myself is all, I love them all” she says sadly, “I should have experienced them all with you” her eyes finally going back to you.
You shrugged with a laugh, the sound making your wife shudder and nearly moan, it was heavenly, and she wished she had worked harder to hear it while you were still alive, “well I’m dead now, atleast you’ve gotten around to it” a wide smile forms on your lips at the upturn of her lips.
“I could join you” she offers serious, she knows she’s talking to herself, much too smart to not realize that this image of you was only her mind’s doing, but the offer sounds favorable and reasonable to her.
“No my love, you still have so much to do” your voice floats into her ear as your image fades away.
That night after her meal she calls her mom for a favor.
—
Months have passed since she saw you at her dinner table, she had picked up a few new habits.
The plants by the windows and on the porch grew as best as they could due to her novice gardening skills.
A few drawings were hung around the house. All done in charcoal, her own style of commemorating you in art. Each one was inspired by a part of you, your smile, your eyes, the way you would pull her close, and everything in between.
The most important of all, nightly calls to a crystal ball that was positioned on your gravestone. She would talk about her day, new experiences, and reminisce on your life together.
“I miss you a lot today my love, I saw a little girl at the store, her laugh sounded so much like yours I almost cried, I settled on buying her a candy that her mother refused her”
The private conversation was muffled by the walls and distance between the graveyard and the house, but the Addams Family Manor was a quiet home these days and Morticia and Gomez heard it nonetheless.
“Do you think she will ever stop cara mia?” Gomez asks softly, fingers dancing on his wife’s arm.
“Would you ever stop darling?” She asked with a roll of her eyes, knowing the answer that was to come.
“Of course not” he said like it was the most ridiculous question he had ever been asked.
“then no, she will not stop, she did promise our daughter in law forever after all” Morticia says gently.
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I leave this letter to you, beloved-Wednesday Addams x reader
Part two of Cherish Me Before I Perish, Please
Word count: 3.9K
I told you all it would only get darker.
Sadness below the drop.
Warnings: depression, suicide planning, suicidal thoughts and actions, angst, self harm, cutting, blood, self blame and self hate, cursing, alcohol.
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Wednesday Addams sat in an uncomfortable upholstered chair, a starch white envelope in her hand, her name written in black ink being one of the only pops of color in this desolate space. Perfectly bleached white walls melted into the white square tiles all brightly lit by fluorescent lighting. The unnaturally white color that would normally have fond memories of dissections and autopsies surfacing out of the bottomless depths of her dark mind now was becoming nothing more than an annoyance and a constant reminder that the reason she was here was her fault.
The slow steady beeping of the heart monitor was all her fault. The reason that your chest was only slightly rising before collapsing back into itself with a stuttering fall was her fault. She was sure that was what the letter in her hand described, but she still couldn’t bring herself to read it, a pile of letters that were addressed to others ranging from her family to yours and everyone in between sat neatly opened, the girl with bloodshot eyes had read them all. It was torture to read your typed-out apologies, the way you said no one was to blame for your actions and that you hoped they all remembered you fondly without mourning you too deeply. How could you be so selfless even in your planned passing? The raven-haired woman asked herself, especially considering that as your lover she could not manage to change enough or fast enough to stop the deterioration of your mental state.
A nearby clock tower rang loud enough to be heard through the thick glass windows. It rang twelve times to signal the turning of one day into the next and Wednesday let out a barely audible sigh, lazily dropping her gaze onto the envelope and the snap of a pocketknife being unsheathed echoed throughout the room. As the blade slid under the flap, the ever-unwavering woman hesitated slightly as she thought back to the worst night of her life.
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The beginning of the day was quite normal for the two of you, waking up before the first bird could sing, morning dew still covering the lone window above the bed. Ever since your breakdown, Wednesday had done her best to sprinkle more love into your daily routines. Placing a kiss on your forehead before heading down the stairs, preparing two cups of coffee, one black and extra strong, the other with the perfect amount of milk and sugar to your taste before returning to the bedroom, where she sat to your now sitting up form, and you leaned into her side like you did every morning, her cold arm wrapping itself around your waist from behind.
After your coffees were finished you went downstairs in your nightwear as she started to get dressed for work, a soft melody filling the air from a small speaker, a sign of your presence that she no longer looked at with disdain, how could she? Especially not when she joined you in the kitchen and she got to see a small smile on your lips and the shake of your hips that were devilishly enticing, this morning especially so as she gripped them softly with a squeeze and placed a fleeting kiss on your neck to which you giggled at before continuing to make her lunch.
The minute she left for work your mood shifted from your happy morning to a blissful peace as you went about the rest of your day. You walked into your art room, eyes rolling over the large white sheets of canvas that hung down from the walls and onto the floors, “it’ll be easy to clean up if she doesn’t like it” you spoke to no one in particular, a habit you had picked up since you had started to plan your death. You walked over to your desk, sat in your chair, and went through the stack of envelopes yet again, it must have been your 100th time.
Enid Petropolus
“Enid gets my jewelry,” you said as you removed a necklace off of your neck, you didn’t want to short her of anything you left for her.
Ajax Petropolus
“Ajax gets my hand mirrors, I hope he gets the joke” an airy laugh left your lips as you remember all the pranks and inside jokes you and the gorgon shared.
Xavier Thorpe
“you better make good use of my art supplies, they’ve made masterpieces” you mumbled as your eyes flicked over to a stack of Artists' Magazines with your works on the cover.
Yoko Tanaka
“You get my only pair of fancy sunglasses, I can’t believe you still wear the ones from school” you shrugged your shoulders, “I guess it doesn’t matter you live forever anyways”
Mrs.Addams
“I leave to you my collection of black robes, sure you might have enough but change it up a bit,” you say with a roll of your eyes, you knew well just how little the Addams liked change.
Mr.Addams
“You have to accept a dead person’s money or you are rude,” you thought back on all the times you had tried to give the generous man the money you owed for the house, the cars, and everything else he had gifted, every time receiving the same shake of the head and knowing smirk that meant the money would end up back in your accounts somehow.
Momma
“You get my makeup, it’s fancier than what you buy, but still not as good as you deserve,” you say with pride dripping from your voice, the woman who raised you deserved the world.
Dad
“Cook some nice food for mom” a laugh left your lips as you think of your dad scaring up your fancy pots and pans, he never did learn to not use steel utensils on good cookware.
Your checklist of people went on and on, your little anecdotes disappearing as you got to the ones to who you left nothing but apologies and well wishes, and then finally the most important envelope,
To my beloved, Wednesday Addams.
You placed a chaste kiss to the point where all the folds met before standing up and walking out of your art room, you debated locking it just as you did every day since you had set the canvases up, but you knew that on the off chance that Wednesday wiggled the doorknob it would be more suspicious if she felt the tension of a lock.
The rest of the day went by much like normal, besides the way that every single thought was clouded with positivity and peacefulness, today was going to be your last you were sure and it made things so much sweeter. You cleaned anything that wasn’t spotless and organized your things into the groups you had assigned to everyone and prepared all the necessities for dinner so that it was an easier task later.
Soon enough, the sun was tucking itself lower behind the horizon and you sat in a rocking chair on the back porch admiring the pinks and oranges that would be the last sunset to grace your eyes. The gradient of orange to yellow to the last breaths of blues was beautifully balanced, paired with wispy pink clouds like cotton candy across the sky it was as if the world knew it was waving goodbye to an artist.
So lost in the dazzling display of the world's beauty you were left unaware of the buzz of the gate alarm and rattling of keys in the front door, it wasn’t until you felt a familiar cold hand gently laying itself on your shoulder. Oh, how much you enjoyed the way her cold could make you feel so warm, and you were sure that deaths cold embrace would do the same. “no kiss at the door my love?” Came her soft question, and you shook your head no with a smile as you turned to look at her. Your lover would have to adjust to not receiving greetings in the form of a kiss, but you knew she would be okay after all the action was more for you to get affection than it was for her, evident by the way she went to sit in her matching rocking chair without going for a kiss.
“Enid is in town, she invited me for dinner,” she said as her eyes glazed over your figure, “she suggested just the two of us since Ajax won’t be able to attend, is that alright with you?” It was new, this asking for your permission as if you would ever not grant it. Everything seemed to be working out perfectly in your favor, an empty house would be easier. So you nodded softly, “of course, send my regards” you offered, you hadn’t talked to Enid in some time now, not since the last time you saw her at one of your displays.
Wednesday stood, and as she walked back into the house her fingers grazed up your arm in a fleeting goodbye, she couldn’t possibly realize it would be the last you two shared.
Sunset turned to night by the time Wednesday and Enid were sat together picking at plates of food in front of them, discussing their current events and tales of the past. The restaurant was dimly lit and gentle jazz filled the room with a comfortable backdrop to the lively conversations held at each table where couples held hands, shared wines, and knowing looks. “and Ajax is just constantly in meetings, good thing he works in marijuana or I don’t think anyone would take him seriously” Enid said with a laugh, she was proud of her husband’s accomplishments even if it meant they had to spend plenty of time apart, “unfair of me to say not to bring your wife and then talk about my husband, how is Y/N? The last I heard about her was a bit concerning”
Wednesday cocked an eyebrow at the thought of you sharing bad news with Enid and not her and she hesitated to form a response, “she had a breakdown of sorts long ago…” memories of the night your heart-wrenching sobs rocked the house until daybreak flooded into her mind before she continued, “I have been trying to correct my mistakes, she deserves more than I can give” she says sourly, disappointed in herself for not being able to push through walls that she herself built for the sake of the one person she has ever loved.
“I just ask because I remember seeing something about her in Artists Magazine, do you get those?” Enid questioned as she pulled out her phone, typing in your name and nodding, “yeah here it is, Y/N Addams, goes dark and then goes dark, how one of modern times most beloved and skilled artists disappeared” she read aloud before sliding her phone over to the pale woman across from her.
Wednesday stared at the screen, there on the cover of the magazine was a picture of you, in a magnificent black dress, one she could recall her mother gifting you, her hands gently gripped the phone before she scrolled down.
Y/N Addams one of the world’s most prominent artists has disappeared as of late. The artist who has never shied away from interviews or quick questions from our editors has gone radio silent since we last saw her nearly ten months ago, leaving us with her darkest piece to date and now darkness on all communication.
A scowl grew on her dusty lips as she swiped over to the next page, half of it taken up by a painting, the rest an excerpt from an interview about it and her eyes darted to the words first.
This painting titled “The Impassive Object of My Affection” holds the darkest tale of any canvas that Mrs.Addams had ever put brush to, “I wanted this piece to represent a love unappreciated, a love built around one’s sacrifice, and one’s unspoken demand for it.”
Wednesday’s eyes shifted over to the painting, hoping to find a conceptual piece, not one that represented their own relationship. There was a fire in the background of the painting, and as she looked closer it was the fireplace in your house it would have cast a warm light over the rest of your living room that was perfectly depicted down to the skull and bone decorations had the painting not been perfectly monochromatic. In the center of the piece, Wednesday recognized herself, sharp features on prominent display with her natural straight-faced disposition, in one hand she held a cup of wine, and her other hand was frozen in a motional signal for continuance.
You were kneeling before her in a pool of what must be blood, evident from the way you held out your heart towards your spouse, a bloody dagger on the floor next to you. Your head was hung in shame, locks falling loosely over your bare back.
Enid watched as her best friend dropped her phone, tears forming in her eyes clouding the dark pools. The werewolf froze unsure of what to do, she had seen the painting of course but hadn’t thought much of it, it was usual for couples to have arguments, she assumed that the painting was a result of an argument that would have since been resolved, “you two must’ve made up by now, you two love each other more than anyone I know, I mean you got married fresh out of high school” she offered hopefully.
Wednesday shook her head no, as she grabbed her glass of wine shakily, bringing it up to her lips in hopes to give herself a moment to gather her thoughts, but as it touched her lips her head snapped back into a vision, it hadn’t happened in so long she had forgotten the searing sensation as the images floated through her mind.
She saw you, sitting on a tall wooden stool in your art room in front of canvas as white as the purest of clouds, a glass of wine in one hand, and a sharp knife in the other, a peaceful smile on your face as you dragged it across your wrist, standing and watching blood seep from the wound before you swung your arm towards the canvas, the blood dotting across it gracefully.
“I, I need to go home” her voice wavered as she came to, standing from her seat abruptly, not bothering to give Enid any details as she ran out of the restaurant and into her car, wiping at her tearing eyes with her sleeve, tires screeching out of the parking lot.
Pale fingers desperately unlocked her phone, quickly tapping on your contact, “please Y/N” she sobbed to the air as she swerved in between cars, ignoring the various beeps and shouts hurled her way.
You ignored the distant ringing of your phone, the soft sounds of a rainforest taking up your eardrums, as you slid the blade across your wrist again, a soft sigh leaving your lips at the blissful feeling of energy draining from you, as you danced to the rhythm in your head, your crimson blood staining the cotton.
Wednesday cursed herself for agreeing to meet on the furthest side of town, the drive home felt longer than any journey she had ever been on, mind racing but time seemed to do her no favors. “Mom, PLEASE, call her do something please, I can’t lose her, help me please” she cried, voice cracking as she held, she had given up on calling you after ten attempts.
“Wednesday you have to breathe, you are no use to her if you crash and die yourself, I will contact the authorities with your information,” Morticia said as she did her best to stay calm as her daughter sobbed to her, one of the rarest things to ever happen and just like it did now, it only happened in a dire situation. “I will call you right back, remember to breathe, I will be right back, and everything will be okay” she offered as she hung up to get an ambulance to go to the house.
“You don’t know that, I don’t know that, fuck fuck fuck” Wednesday yelled in frustration as her fist pounded into the horn, turning the last corner before she would arrive at the gate of your shared property. Pressing her foot further down onto the pedal, knowing she would not hesitate to slam through the gate, anything to get to you faster.
Her car barreled through the heavy iron gate, and she ignored the pain of shrapnel slicing along her skin, hoping, no praying to any deity that anyone had ever believed in that the gate’s alarm would snap you out of your head, and you would be at the door awaiting her arrival.
You heard the gate’s alarm ringing throughout the house, but you were much too tired to do anything other than smile weakly at it, you could no longer dance, you could feel death’s boney fingers gripping onto your shoulders, and just as you had predicted, the touch was so cold that you reveled in the strange sense of warmth it spread throughout your body. Your vision was blurred beyond hope as you collapsed onto the group, your blood mixing with the wine from your shattered glass as everything went black.
Wednesday had shot into the house, leaving her car running as she barged the door open thankful that you hadn’t bothered to lock it, a safety habit she had scolded you for before. Thankful for once that you did not listen to her. Her boots squeaked across the floor as she made her way into your art room, a harrowing scream leaving her lips as she collapsed onto her knees and crawled through your blood to your body.
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It took a single tear to drop onto the envelope she had been blankly staring at as she was lost in thought to snap her back into reality and become aware of the way tears were freely flowing from her eyes.
The raven-haired woman finally dragged the blade through the rest of the seal, softly dragging the letter out, an audible sob leaving her lips as the neatly folded paper was signed with a lipstick stain kiss in the shade she loved the most on your lips, she slowly unfolded it,
Hello, my beloved Wednesday, I love you with all my heart and soul and I hope you can understand my decision, I have grown so tired. Of so many things, for so many reasons. Those I won’t address here, I know you have read all the other letters I left for the significant people in our lives, in those I’ve covered all the reasons that would have built up to my desire to fade from this world, and what I wish to happen to my belongings, if you have any objections you can change it to your will, you will always have final say in any matter of my life except for this one.
I know you never paid much attention to my artwork, so I need you to know many of my pieces were based around you, my love. Nothing in this world had ever captivated my emotions like you have, and I hope I have done your beauty justice in each brush stroke. If you have stumbled upon my last creation, you must know that I have gladly kneeled at your feet for our time together and given in to your desires, just as you deserve from a lover.
I leave you with an art piece I know you will appreciate, you always did love blood, enough to make a career of it. I hope my blood splatters distinctly enough for you to keep the canvas hung up proudly. (I smiled so widely at the thought of creating something you would love).
Wednesday could picture the smile on your face, and it ruined her to realize it had been far too long since she had seen your genuine full-toothed smile that would fill her cold heart with the slightest hint of happiness. It pained her to wonder if she would ever see it again.
I know you believe that death is final and that there is nothing more than this life, but you must know that my love for you will endure. It will be evident in the way the colors paint the sky each morning and afternoon. Noticeable in the plants that grow around the property. Unmistakable in all my works that were centered around you. (I have run out of synonyms, but I hope my point has gotten across)
I do have one last request for you to fulfill for me my darling.
Bury me with my ring, somewhere where no one will ever be able to take it from my finger.
For I was promised forever,
And I intend on seeing it through,
Your wife, Y/N.
Wednesday’s hands shook rapidly, the letter ruffling from her force. She placed the paper beside the opened envelopes and stood from her chair, willing her muscles to move her forward despite their pleas to remain seated, far away from your lifeless body.
She gently stroked the curve of your face when she reached your bedside. “Please my love, come back to me” she whispered, as her hand slid down to intertwine with yours.
“I promise you I will be better, no more trying, I will be better, in every aspect I have ever failed you in, I will go to every single one of your shows, listen to all your stories, dance along with you in moves that I don’t know to songs I have never heard, we can sell the cabin, move somewhere else, restart everything, paint the walls lively colors, decorate to both of our tastes, tell you how much I appreciate you at every moment, I can not believe I have failed you in every way possible, how could you still want forever with me?” She bargained, squeezing your hand at each promise, watching as her tears fell onto your skin, wondering if the result of her anguish would hold enough life force to bring you back to her.
The heart monitor steadily beeped as normally as it had been for the entire time she had been seated in this hospital room that screamed of death as if mocking her for holding out hope.
She had to tear her eyes away from your body, squatting down next to your hospital bed leaving her hand in yours.
A gentle squeeze of her hand had her shooting back up, clutching at your arm desperately, “darling I’m here, I’m right here, please Y/N wake up” she begged as she scrambled to press the emergency button.
She would do anything in her power to have you back, and she took a step back as nurses and doctors rushed into the room, and she caught glances between their bodies, lips upturning as she saw the slightest of movements under your eyelids and the whispers full of hope about your awakening from the staff.
You would be coming back to her, back to where you belonged and she swore to herself to pour herself into you as she should’ve since your relationship began.
“I will be better, no exceptions”
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Please know that if you are feeling these kinds of thoughts that there are so many resources for you to use to reach out to that will lend an ear. Remember that you are loved in so many more ways by so many more people than you could ever possibly imagine, your life is worth so much.
It wasn’t too long after Ms.Thornhill left the room that you and Wednesday were attempting to go over plans on how to confirm that the woman in a question was indeed who you were accusing her of being. “You can’t remember anything other than her red boots?” Wednesday pushed as she sat at her desk, a grimace on her face as she listened to you pace back and forth behind her. “Nothing that is any more help” you groaned, it was frustrating just how little you could pull from your mind about that night.
Something about near death experiences seem to make you forget what happened before them. All you could remember was the way your muscles ached, the feeling of teeth sinking into your sides, and the weightlessness of being slung into a tree.
You dragged your hand down your face before you sat down next to the blanket on the floor that would serve as your bed, as it made the most sense to put Uncle Fester in your makeshift room, no one ever really came to check on you, “She-wolf, just how dog like are you?” You called as an idea popped into your head, wolves were hunters after all.
Enid sat up in her bed and threw a stuffed animal at you, frowning at how easily you caught it and the way you looked at her like you were dead serious, “you heard my mom and me, I still can’t shift Y/N, but thank you for reminding me” she said with a slight frown. “And you should remember that I threatened to kill her for that” you said with a shrug before continuing, “I mean more, if you smelled something, could you track it?” You asked, the sound of a chair scrapping against the floor behind you made you turn and cock an eyebrow at the way Wednesday had suddenly tuned back into the conversation. “I’m not sure, I could try” Enid says nervously, fingers toying with her hair.
You shoot up from your sitting position, “do you have a blindfold Wednesday?” You ask, looking over your shoulder. The gothic girl simply shoots Thing a look, and the dismembered hand scurries off into the closet, dragging along a black cloth with him upon his return. “Thank you” you say curtly as you grab it from him, you wrap it around Enid’s eyes, “I’m going to have you smell something and then hide it, a test if you will” you explained before taking a few steps back, and tearing off a piece of your shirt, holding it up to her nose.
A few moments passed of some rather heavy sniffing before the blonde nodded her head softly, “I’m ready”. At that you walked away slowly, looking around the room to think of where to hide it, turning to Wednesday for help. “There” she says bluntly while she gestures to Enid’s nightstand that was littered with small bottles of perfumes and nail polish. You nod and walk over, sliding the torn cloth under some magazines.
“Go ahead she-wolf, find it”.You walk over to Wednesday and the two of you watch in amusement as Enid stands from her bed, head tilted up and constantly smelling the empty air. “I can feel you two judging me” she calls out as she walks closer to the nightstand, “but…” she trails off as she crouched down, pressing her nose into the pile of magazines before her hand shoots out under them and pulls out the piece of your shirt, “who’s judging now?” She laughs as she waves the object in the air after removing her blindfold.
“Still us” Wednesday says quietly making the blonde girl pout and look towards you for approval, “excellent job” you offer as she walks over and hands you the piece of cloth. You mindlessly place it on Wednesday desk, “now if we can get something of hers and get you to smell it and the music box we can get confirmation” you explain before you walk back to the middle of the room, a loud yawn leaving your lips as you lay down.
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You woke up to Wednesday standing over you, her boot digging into your side, and judging by the way you could not hear the morning birds or see sun, it was much too early for your tastes. You grumbled incoherent words as you sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, “you are ancient not old, get up” Wednesday instructed sourly as she took a step back to give you space.
Her dark eyes watched you steadily, glazing over the way you stood and stretched, your muscles pulling taut as you twisted the sleep out of your body, a beautiful mix of strength and elegance, a perfect way to describe your very existence she thought to herself. “Is there a reason for you to wake me up?” You ask softly as to not wake up Enid who was still sound asleep across the room. “We have work to do” She says blatantly as she starts to walk out to the room with you closely in tow.
The two of you walked together through the empty halls silently until you reached soft grass under your feet. “where are we going?” You asked finally, curiosity getting the better of you. “Botany class, why wait when we can find out if Ms.Thornhill is behind the Hyde or not right now” she shrugs with a nod of her head towards the greenhouse that was growing ever closer.You watched as Wednesday kneeled down, pulling a small case out of her pocket, and as she pulled down on the handle to start picking the lock, it clicked open softly.
The two of you shared a look as you gently pushed the door open just wide enough to shimmy through, a dim glow illuminating the room as you both crouched behind a planter box. The sound of liquid bubbling was floating through the air. Wednesday peaked over the edge of the box, doing her best to catch a glance at whoever was already in the room, the thick plants acting as a barrier, she could only see brief scenes of red hair through their leaves.
You snuck over to a desk, peering over its wooden top you frowned at the sight of Ms.Thornhill standing over a few glass bottles that were hanging over open flames. This threw a wrench into your plans, how were you meant to get anything that would carry her smell now. Wednesday joined your side silently and leaned into your ear, “doesn’t look like someone taking care of their garden” she whispered before taking another peek over the edge of the table. Dark eyes squeezing together as she recognized the blue liquid being sorted into vials.
Wednesday opened her bag and watched as Thing crawled out, “get something that will smell like her, be careful, and meet us back at the dorm” she instructed quietly, the dismembered hand bowed down before scurrying away.
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The two of you made your way back into the dorm just as the first light of day was filtering through the large window. “she was making poison then?” You asked as you laid on her bed after you had listened to her explaining what she had gathered from your outing. “Yes, with deadly nightshade” she concluded with a annoyed huff, what was going to be the next move now, wait for Thing to come back and make Enid smell whatever he brought back in hopes that it matched the smell off of the music box, “if it does not match, we will have to do something about her either way” she adds on.
You hum in agreement before the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, only soft breathing filling the air. After a few more moments of quiet, you perked up at the sound of soft scuffling outside the door. Wednesday stood from her desk and strode over to the door, swinging it open slightly before she gasped, you shot out of the bed to join her, eyes widening at the way Thing seemed to be growing weaker with each drag of his fingers across the floor, the grip he held on a small woolen glove loosening until he drop it and curled into himself. Wednesday called his name desperately as she scooped him off of the ground, barging into your room without sparing you a glance. You could hear her pleading to her Uncle behind your door as you went to grab the glove, quickly running to place it on Wednesday’s desk before you rushed to your room, watching as the two Addams stood over the hand, lighting streaming from the elder as Wednesday watched tearfully.
“Please Thing, you can not die, I shouldn’t have left you there by yourself” she pleaded her hands gripping onto the counter tightly. You approached the desk cautiously, not sure of what to do, you had never seen the hand injured, and your usual method of healing were consuming something that you had already run out of, not like Thing could eat it anyways. “will he be okay?” You asked as you looked at Uncle Fester expectantly.
“I’m not sure girls, it doesn’t look so good” he says sadly as he stops the stream of lightning pouring from his hands. “You must do something” Wednesday begged as she stared at Thing, tears starting to fall from her eyes. You watch powerlessly as she grabs the dismembered hand, shaking him roughly, “Thing I know you can hear me, if you die, not only will you most likely be sentenced to punishment in the afterlife, I will find you and kill you all over again” she said before pushing him back towards her Uncle Fester, “again, do it again” she ordered harshly.
The streams of lightning resumed, you watched as electricity danced over the paling skin, nerves making the muscles twitch slightly, it felt as if the moments grew longer with each passing second. All eyes were focused on the hand, six orbs filled with desperation as hope spilled away defeatedly, you felt hands grasping at your shirt impatiently, you looked down to see Wednesday’s knuckles turning white buried in your shirt, and at that moment a gasp left her lips as Thing turned himself over weakly.
“For a minute we thought you had picked your last lock buddy” Uncle Fester said gleefully watching as the hand stood wearily, “she will pay for this Thing, I promise, it will be slow, and it will be excruciatingly painful” Wednesday says tearfully, lifting one hand off of you and linking her pinky with his in a promise, the other still gripping you tightly like you were the one about to leave her.
Wednesday wiped away her tears with her palm roughly, “thank you Uncle Fester”. The older man smiled widely, “of course, consider it a parting gift for my favorite relative” he says with a zany laugh. “make sure to tell Pugsley, it will give him a complex” she says seriously, the two share a knowing look before you feel her grip loosen from your shirt, walking closer to her uncle, “I will be seeing you at your arraignment or the next family reunion” she states plainly before tensing as he wraps her in a hug, “of course, let’s see what comes first” he jests before they separate and he turns to you.
“I assume you will be attending anything that she does” he offers with an awkward laugh, before the wide smile fades into a smaller polite one. “I know I may have pushed too many of your buttons, but I hope to one day to swap stories with you, you are very intriguing” he says honestly as he holds out a hand. You grip his hand strongly, “Friendship begin with being uncomfortable, one day I will tell you tales you won’t believe” you agree with a small smile of your own, despite his nature originally being off putting to you, the truth of his character was now clearer than ever.
“I will watch over our patient for the rest of the day, I’m sure the two of you have some revenge to serve” he says after letting go of your hand, ushering the two of you out of the room and into the hallways where doors were starting to open and people were lazily stumbling their way out of their rooms. You shielded Wednesday from their sleep riddled eyes as the two of you made your way back to her dorm.
Enid was just stretching awake in her bed when she heard the door swing open violently, she jumped in shock, about to voice a complaint before she noticed the intense look in Wednesday’s eyes as the smaller girl marched over to her desk, gripping the glove tightly as she brought it over to the werewolf, her boots thundering on the wooden floors. “Do your part” she ordered as she held it out expectantly.
Enid nodded, taking the glove into her grip and leaning in to sniff at it, it smelled familiar, earthy and fresh, like a garden yet to fully bloom, only faint hints of flowery scents within the wool. “Smells familiar, definitely smelled it before” she says before waiting for you to make your way over, music box in hand.
You opened the box wordlessly and held it out for her. It was almost instantly that she nodded her head at the familiar scent, “yeah that’s the same for sure” she said sourly as she turned her face away from it. Something about just knowing that the scent belonged to the person behind all these killings and the almost killing of herself and her friends, turned the smell from near pleasant to gut turningly rotten.
“We end this tonight then” Wednesday seethed before stomping back towards her side of the room, disappearing into the closet, “do not leave this room, she attacked thing, so she knows” she barked out loudly. You walked over to the door shutting it properly before making your way back to Enid’s side, pushing her shoulder lightly, “tonight we go to war she-wolf”, and the girl cringed at the sickening smile you had on your face and the way your eyes twinkled at the prospect of war.
Enid swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, she understood there was no more going back and that there was only one way this would end.
Authors Note: a little late on my schedule but had a rough week so didn’t start it on time for it to be finished in time, but next weeks will be longer and better for we wrap up season one of the Last Heir AU.
Also I have some struggles tagging some people for some reason so if anyone knows I’d love some help with that. I also took anyone that requested to be tagged from “I Leave This Letter to You, Beloved” as a want to be tagged on everything, if you want me to change that just let me know.
is there any chance of making 2 endings for Cherish Me Before I Perish, Please? one comforting which is probably what you are working on now, but the other one even darker, where Y/N didn't make it, and Wednesday didn't get her chance to do better. I love angst!!!!
There is a part two up now which is basically in between the two scenarios you’ve laid out. I may continue it after that too, I’ll have to see though, do tell me if you enjoy it.
I could write an alternative ending to part two pretty easily though.
I leave this letter to you, beloved-Wednesday Addams x reader
Part two of Cherish Me Before I Perish, Please
Word count: 3.9K
I told you all it would only get darker.
Sadness below the drop.
Warnings: depression, suicide planning, suicidal thoughts and actions, angst, self harm, cutting, blood, self blame and self hate, cursing, alcohol.
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Wednesday Addams sat in an uncomfortable upholstered chair, a starch white envelope in her hand, her name written in black ink being one of the only pops of color in this desolate space. Perfectly bleached white walls melted into the white square tiles all brightly lit by fluorescent lighting. The unnaturally white color that would normally have fond memories of dissections and autopsies surfacing out of the bottomless depths of her dark mind now was becoming nothing more than an annoyance and a constant reminder that the reason she was here was her fault.
The slow steady beeping of the heart monitor was all her fault. The reason that your chest was only slightly rising before collapsing back into itself with a stuttering fall was her fault. She was sure that was what the letter in her hand described, but she still couldn’t bring herself to read it, a pile of letters that were addressed to others ranging from her family to yours and everyone in between sat neatly opened, the girl with bloodshot eyes had read them all. It was torture to read your typed-out apologies, the way you said no one was to blame for your actions and that you hoped they all remembered you fondly without mourning you too deeply. How could you be so selfless even in your planned passing? The raven-haired woman asked herself, especially considering that as your lover she could not manage to change enough or fast enough to stop the deterioration of your mental state.
A nearby clock tower rang loud enough to be heard through the thick glass windows. It rang twelve times to signal the turning of one day into the next and Wednesday let out a barely audible sigh, lazily dropping her gaze onto the envelope and the snap of a pocketknife being unsheathed echoed throughout the room. As the blade slid under the flap, the ever-unwavering woman hesitated slightly as she thought back to the worst night of her life.
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The beginning of the day was quite normal for the two of you, waking up before the first bird could sing, morning dew still covering the lone window above the bed. Ever since your breakdown, Wednesday had done her best to sprinkle more love into your daily routines. Placing a kiss on your forehead before heading down the stairs, preparing two cups of coffee, one black and extra strong, the other with the perfect amount of milk and sugar to your taste before returning to the bedroom, where she sat to your now sitting up form, and you leaned into her side like you did every morning, her cold arm wrapping itself around your waist from behind.
After your coffees were finished you went downstairs in your nightwear as she started to get dressed for work, a soft melody filling the air from a small speaker, a sign of your presence that she no longer looked at with disdain, how could she? Especially not when she joined you in the kitchen and she got to see a small smile on your lips and the shake of your hips that were devilishly enticing, this morning especially so as she gripped them softly with a squeeze and placed a fleeting kiss on your neck to which you giggled at before continuing to make her lunch.
The minute she left for work your mood shifted from your happy morning to a blissful peace as you went about the rest of your day. You walked into your art room, eyes rolling over the large white sheets of canvas that hung down from the walls and onto the floors, “it’ll be easy to clean up if she doesn’t like it” you spoke to no one in particular, a habit you had picked up since you had started to plan your death. You walked over to your desk, sat in your chair, and went through the stack of envelopes yet again, it must have been your 100th time.
Enid Petropolus
“Enid gets my jewelry,” you said as you removed a necklace off of your neck, you didn’t want to short her of anything you left for her.
Ajax Petropolus
“Ajax gets my hand mirrors, I hope he gets the joke” an airy laugh left your lips as you remember all the pranks and inside jokes you and the gorgon shared.
Xavier Thorpe
“you better make good use of my art supplies, they’ve made masterpieces” you mumbled as your eyes flicked over to a stack of Artists' Magazines with your works on the cover.
Yoko Tanaka
“You get my only pair of fancy sunglasses, I can’t believe you still wear the ones from school” you shrugged your shoulders, “I guess it doesn’t matter you live forever anyways”
Mrs.Addams
“I leave to you my collection of black robes, sure you might have enough but change it up a bit,” you say with a roll of your eyes, you knew well just how little the Addams liked change.
Mr.Addams
“You have to accept a dead person’s money or you are rude,” you thought back on all the times you had tried to give the generous man the money you owed for the house, the cars, and everything else he had gifted, every time receiving the same shake of the head and knowing smirk that meant the money would end up back in your accounts somehow.
Momma
“You get my makeup, it’s fancier than what you buy, but still not as good as you deserve,” you say with pride dripping from your voice, the woman who raised you deserved the world.
Dad
“Cook some nice food for mom” a laugh left your lips as you think of your dad scaring up your fancy pots and pans, he never did learn to not use steel utensils on good cookware.
Your checklist of people went on and on, your little anecdotes disappearing as you got to the ones to who you left nothing but apologies and well wishes, and then finally the most important envelope,
To my beloved, Wednesday Addams.
You placed a chaste kiss to the point where all the folds met before standing up and walking out of your art room, you debated locking it just as you did every day since you had set the canvases up, but you knew that on the off chance that Wednesday wiggled the doorknob it would be more suspicious if she felt the tension of a lock.
The rest of the day went by much like normal, besides the way that every single thought was clouded with positivity and peacefulness, today was going to be your last you were sure and it made things so much sweeter. You cleaned anything that wasn’t spotless and organized your things into the groups you had assigned to everyone and prepared all the necessities for dinner so that it was an easier task later.
Soon enough, the sun was tucking itself lower behind the horizon and you sat in a rocking chair on the back porch admiring the pinks and oranges that would be the last sunset to grace your eyes. The gradient of orange to yellow to the last breaths of blues was beautifully balanced, paired with wispy pink clouds like cotton candy across the sky it was as if the world knew it was waving goodbye to an artist.
So lost in the dazzling display of the world's beauty you were left unaware of the buzz of the gate alarm and rattling of keys in the front door, it wasn’t until you felt a familiar cold hand gently laying itself on your shoulder. Oh, how much you enjoyed the way her cold could make you feel so warm, and you were sure that deaths cold embrace would do the same. “no kiss at the door my love?” Came her soft question, and you shook your head no with a smile as you turned to look at her. Your lover would have to adjust to not receiving greetings in the form of a kiss, but you knew she would be okay after all the action was more for you to get affection than it was for her, evident by the way she went to sit in her matching rocking chair without going for a kiss.
“Enid is in town, she invited me for dinner,” she said as her eyes glazed over your figure, “she suggested just the two of us since Ajax won’t be able to attend, is that alright with you?” It was new, this asking for your permission as if you would ever not grant it. Everything seemed to be working out perfectly in your favor, an empty house would be easier. So you nodded softly, “of course, send my regards” you offered, you hadn’t talked to Enid in some time now, not since the last time you saw her at one of your displays.
Wednesday stood, and as she walked back into the house her fingers grazed up your arm in a fleeting goodbye, she couldn’t possibly realize it would be the last you two shared.
Sunset turned to night by the time Wednesday and Enid were sat together picking at plates of food in front of them, discussing their current events and tales of the past. The restaurant was dimly lit and gentle jazz filled the room with a comfortable backdrop to the lively conversations held at each table where couples held hands, shared wines, and knowing looks. “and Ajax is just constantly in meetings, good thing he works in marijuana or I don’t think anyone would take him seriously” Enid said with a laugh, she was proud of her husband’s accomplishments even if it meant they had to spend plenty of time apart, “unfair of me to say not to bring your wife and then talk about my husband, how is Y/N? The last I heard about her was a bit concerning”
Wednesday cocked an eyebrow at the thought of you sharing bad news with Enid and not her and she hesitated to form a response, “she had a breakdown of sorts long ago…” memories of the night your heart-wrenching sobs rocked the house until daybreak flooded into her mind before she continued, “I have been trying to correct my mistakes, she deserves more than I can give” she says sourly, disappointed in herself for not being able to push through walls that she herself built for the sake of the one person she has ever loved.
“I just ask because I remember seeing something about her in Artists Magazine, do you get those?” Enid questioned as she pulled out her phone, typing in your name and nodding, “yeah here it is, Y/N Addams, goes dark and then goes dark, how one of modern times most beloved and skilled artists disappeared” she read aloud before sliding her phone over to the pale woman across from her.
Wednesday stared at the screen, there on the cover of the magazine was a picture of you, in a magnificent black dress, one she could recall her mother gifting you, her hands gently gripped the phone before she scrolled down.
Y/N Addams one of the world’s most prominent artists has disappeared as of late. The artist who has never shied away from interviews or quick questions from our editors has gone radio silent since we last saw her nearly ten months ago, leaving us with her darkest piece to date and now darkness on all communication.
A scowl grew on her dusty lips as she swiped over to the next page, half of it taken up by a painting, the rest an excerpt from an interview about it and her eyes darted to the words first.
This painting titled “The Impassive Object of My Affection” holds the darkest tale of any canvas that Mrs.Addams had ever put brush to, “I wanted this piece to represent a love unappreciated, a love built around one’s sacrifice, and one’s unspoken demand for it.”
Wednesday’s eyes shifted over to the painting, hoping to find a conceptual piece, not one that represented their own relationship. There was a fire in the background of the painting, and as she looked closer it was the fireplace in your house it would have cast a warm light over the rest of your living room that was perfectly depicted down to the skull and bone decorations had the painting not been perfectly monochromatic. In the center of the piece, Wednesday recognized herself, sharp features on prominent display with her natural straight-faced disposition, in one hand she held a cup of wine, and her other hand was frozen in a motional signal for continuance.
You were kneeling before her in a pool of what must be blood, evident from the way you held out your heart towards your spouse, a bloody dagger on the floor next to you. Your head was hung in shame, locks falling loosely over your bare back.
Enid watched as her best friend dropped her phone, tears forming in her eyes clouding the dark pools. The werewolf froze unsure of what to do, she had seen the painting of course but hadn’t thought much of it, it was usual for couples to have arguments, she assumed that the painting was a result of an argument that would have since been resolved, “you two must’ve made up by now, you two love each other more than anyone I know, I mean you got married fresh out of high school” she offered hopefully.
Wednesday shook her head no, as she grabbed her glass of wine shakily, bringing it up to her lips in hopes to give herself a moment to gather her thoughts, but as it touched her lips her head snapped back into a vision, it hadn’t happened in so long she had forgotten the searing sensation as the images floated through her mind.
She saw you, sitting on a tall wooden stool in your art room in front of canvas as white as the purest of clouds, a glass of wine in one hand, and a sharp knife in the other, a peaceful smile on your face as you dragged it across your wrist, standing and watching blood seep from the wound before you swung your arm towards the canvas, the blood dotting across it gracefully.
“I, I need to go home” her voice wavered as she came to, standing from her seat abruptly, not bothering to give Enid any details as she ran out of the restaurant and into her car, wiping at her tearing eyes with her sleeve, tires screeching out of the parking lot.
Pale fingers desperately unlocked her phone, quickly tapping on your contact, “please Y/N” she sobbed to the air as she swerved in between cars, ignoring the various beeps and shouts hurled her way.
You ignored the distant ringing of your phone, the soft sounds of a rainforest taking up your eardrums, as you slid the blade across your wrist again, a soft sigh leaving your lips at the blissful feeling of energy draining from you, as you danced to the rhythm in your head, your crimson blood staining the cotton.
Wednesday cursed herself for agreeing to meet on the furthest side of town, the drive home felt longer than any journey she had ever been on, mind racing but time seemed to do her no favors. “Mom, PLEASE, call her do something please, I can’t lose her, help me please” she cried, voice cracking as she held, she had given up on calling you after ten attempts.
“Wednesday you have to breathe, you are no use to her if you crash and die yourself, I will contact the authorities with your information,” Morticia said as she did her best to stay calm as her daughter sobbed to her, one of the rarest things to ever happen and just like it did now, it only happened in a dire situation. “I will call you right back, remember to breathe, I will be right back, and everything will be okay” she offered as she hung up to get an ambulance to go to the house.
“You don’t know that, I don’t know that, fuck fuck fuck” Wednesday yelled in frustration as her fist pounded into the horn, turning the last corner before she would arrive at the gate of your shared property. Pressing her foot further down onto the pedal, knowing she would not hesitate to slam through the gate, anything to get to you faster.
Her car barreled through the heavy iron gate, and she ignored the pain of shrapnel slicing along her skin, hoping, no praying to any deity that anyone had ever believed in that the gate’s alarm would snap you out of your head, and you would be at the door awaiting her arrival.
You heard the gate’s alarm ringing throughout the house, but you were much too tired to do anything other than smile weakly at it, you could no longer dance, you could feel death’s boney fingers gripping onto your shoulders, and just as you had predicted, the touch was so cold that you reveled in the strange sense of warmth it spread throughout your body. Your vision was blurred beyond hope as you collapsed onto the group, your blood mixing with the wine from your shattered glass as everything went black.
Wednesday had shot into the house, leaving her car running as she barged the door open thankful that you hadn’t bothered to lock it, a safety habit she had scolded you for before. Thankful for once that you did not listen to her. Her boots squeaked across the floor as she made her way into your art room, a harrowing scream leaving her lips as she collapsed onto her knees and crawled through your blood to your body.
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It took a single tear to drop onto the envelope she had been blankly staring at as she was lost in thought to snap her back into reality and become aware of the way tears were freely flowing from her eyes.
The raven-haired woman finally dragged the blade through the rest of the seal, softly dragging the letter out, an audible sob leaving her lips as the neatly folded paper was signed with a lipstick stain kiss in the shade she loved the most on your lips, she slowly unfolded it,
Hello, my beloved Wednesday, I love you with all my heart and soul and I hope you can understand my decision, I have grown so tired. Of so many things, for so many reasons. Those I won’t address here, I know you have read all the other letters I left for the significant people in our lives, in those I’ve covered all the reasons that would have built up to my desire to fade from this world, and what I wish to happen to my belongings, if you have any objections you can change it to your will, you will always have final say in any matter of my life except for this one.
I know you never paid much attention to my artwork, so I need you to know many of my pieces were based around you, my love. Nothing in this world had ever captivated my emotions like you have, and I hope I have done your beauty justice in each brush stroke. If you have stumbled upon my last creation, you must know that I have gladly kneeled at your feet for our time together and given in to your desires, just as you deserve from a lover.
I leave you with an art piece I know you will appreciate, you always did love blood, enough to make a career of it. I hope my blood splatters distinctly enough for you to keep the canvas hung up proudly. (I smiled so widely at the thought of creating something you would love).
Wednesday could picture the smile on your face, and it ruined her to realize it had been far too long since she had seen your genuine full-toothed smile that would fill her cold heart with the slightest hint of happiness. It pained her to wonder if she would ever see it again.
I know you believe that death is final and that there is nothing more than this life, but you must know that my love for you will endure. It will be evident in the way the colors paint the sky each morning and afternoon. Noticeable in the plants that grow around the property. Unmistakable in all my works that were centered around you. (I have run out of synonyms, but I hope my point has gotten across)
I do have one last request for you to fulfill for me my darling.
Bury me with my ring, somewhere where no one will ever be able to take it from my finger.
For I was promised forever,
And I intend on seeing it through,
Your wife, Y/N.
(Alternative Sadder Ending)
Wednesday’s hands shook rapidly, the letter ruffling from her force. She placed the paper beside the opened envelopes and stood from her chair, willing her muscles to move her forward despite their pleas to remain seated, far away from your lifeless body.
She gently stroked the curve of your face when she reached your bedside. “Please my love, come back to me” she whispered, as her hand slid down to intertwine with yours.
“I promise you I will be better, no more trying, I will be better, in every aspect I have ever failed you in, I will go to every single one of your shows, listen to all your stories, dance along with you in moves that I don’t know to songs I have never heard, we can sell the cabin, move somewhere else, restart everything, paint the walls lively colors, decorate to both of our tastes, tell you how much I appreciate you at every moment, I can not believe I have failed you in every way possible, how could you still want forever with me?” She bargained, squeezing your hand at each promise, watching as her tears fell onto your skin, wondering if the result of her anguish would hold enough life force to bring you back to her.
The heart monitor steadily beeped as normally as it had been for the entire time she had been seated in this hospital room that screamed of death as if mocking her for holding out hope.
She had to tear her eyes away from your body, squatting down next to your hospital bed leaving her hand in yours.
A gentle squeeze of her hand had her shooting back up, clutching at your arm desperately, “darling I’m here, I’m right here, please Y/N wake up” she begged as she scrambled to press the emergency button.
She would do anything in her power to have you back, and she took a step back as nurses and doctors rushed into the room, and she caught glances between their bodies, lips upturning as she saw the slightest of movements under your eyelids and the whispers full of hope about your awakening from the staff.
You would be coming back to her, back to where you belonged and she swore to herself to pour herself into you as she should’ve since your relationship began.
“I will be better, no exceptions”
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Warnings: in depth talks about death, wounds, and funerals.
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You sat on the stool that was offered to you upon arrival to the Galpin household, your muscles were tense and you could feel your blood running hot. Wednesday was still looking over his wounds not but a few feet away from you, her hand gently wiping at the blood seeping from the shallow cuts, much like she had done to yours while you were unconscious, and it filled you with rage. How could she not see what you she come to realize a few moments ago?
You could remember the pain that you had felt when the monster dug it’s teeth into your side, you knew just how strong it was. It’s claws had left their marks on your shield, scarring the strong metal casing worse than any other blade had ever done. Then all three of you had seen it’s claws slice through metal like a hot knife through butter. Yet somehow you were the only one to think that there was something strange about how his wounds were only flesh-deep. Were you really meant to sit and believe that this gangly boy could fend off the beast better than you could? Without a weapon?
No. You saw right through his attempt and you sat anxiously waiting for the right moment to speak up, waiting for him to make any threatening move towards Wednesday or Enid, and in a moment's notice your spear would embed itself into his throat. You were nearly hoping for it, your left hand was balled in a fist on your waist, muscles tense ready to flick open your shield. While your right hand was open, your fingers flexing, making sure to keep them warm in case you needed to act.
Enid had been watching you since you froze up at seeing Tyler’s injuries, there was tension written all over your features and she hoped Wednesday would be the one to say something to you, the werewolf knew that there was something about Wednesday that would soothe you better than whatever she chose to do, yet Wednesday was too busy with the boy to notice, and Enid was desperate to interact with someone, she needed comfort, anything to calm her nerves.
So the blonde hair girl walked over to you, her hands intertwined with themselves hung loosely in front of her. “are you okay?” She asked softly as she pulled over a chair to sit next to you, hoping that the answer was yes, hoping that the only reason you seemed to be so on alert was because you were worried about everyone’s wellbeing. Not that you were worried something else was yet to come on this already eventful night.
You clenched your jaw at the question. Were you okay? Physically yes, you were more than fine, your muscles were primed for action and you were unharmed despite a few bruises that were forming from falling out of the dumbwaiter. Mentally? You were angry, you felt like you had failed to recognize danger and eliminate it as a leader should do. You should have it coming you cursed yourself for not linking it together sooner.
Now it all clicked, the reason the eyes in all of Xavier’s paintings felt so familiar, the same reason that looking in Tyler’s eyes made the hair on the back of your neck stand up straight, those eyes were the monster's eyes.
Tyler Galpin was the Monster and Wednesday Addams, was currently doting over him as gently as she had with Eugene and that was unacceptable to you. So you shook your head and finally answered Enid’s question, “no I am not okay, but we will discuss it later” you said as you turned to look at her.
The tone of your voice mixed with the determination that was spread over your features gave Enid sight into what you must have been like as a Queen. You did not lie to comfort her, you were wise enough to admit that you could not always be okay, and that brought more comfort to her than what she had wanted to hear. So she nodded in response and leaned back in her chair, there was nothing to do now but wait until that later came.
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You could hear Enid and Wednesday’s argument from your room. Wednesday had just gotten back from revisiting the Gates house with the Sheriff and judging by the way she hadn’t stopped by to talk to you about the situation, it hadn’t gone well, and you knew it wouldn’t, especially after Tyler explained how the monster had broken his phone that held the photo evidence they needed, convenient you had scoffed under your breath at the news as you were ushered out the house and back to Nevermore.
The arguments volume increased and you decided it had gone on long enough, standing up from your bed and marching out of your room. You swung the door open to their shared dorm, greeted with the sight of the two girls facing off in the middle of the room both firmly standing their ground. “Enough!” Your voice carried a power that neither of the girls had heard you speak with before and you only glared at both of them, daring either of them to challenge the authority that you had thrown over the situation.
“The two of you are bickering like sisters and you’re threatening to leave is not being productive she-wolf,” you said as you walked over to her bed, dumping out the bag she had packed, “you will not be leaving, you are much like me Enid, you crave the presence of others and you leaving would only make you yearn for your tormenter more than ever” you explained convincingly, you knew just how to talk to her, it was something leading people had made you good at, knowing what someone needed to hear and how to deliver it so that it hit all the right places properly and none of the wrong ones.
“And you” you started as you brought your finger up to point at Wednesday, walking up to her and jabbing it into her chest, she was different, she did not need gentle. No, the raven-haired girl needed you to push her buttons, and challenge her way of thought so that whatever you said would stick instead of being ignored. “You are new to leading anyone other than yourself, but what you did tonight was unacceptable.” You spoke coldly and the harsh look that Wednesday received had her fighting with everything she had to not shrink away. “You do not lead people to deaths gate without warning, I would say we are lucky to have survived but there was no luck involved,” you said sourly, still shaken at the fact that the monster you had intense battles with was someone you had interacted with normally on numerous occasions.
“What do you mean?” Wednesday asked, and for the first time since you had appeared, you could sense the timidness in her tone, the way her shoulders drooped and her eyes glanced between yourself and Enid with an apologetic look written within them, and you could tell you had gotten to her.
“Tyler is the Monster” you spoke plainly and strongly, it was not an accusation, it was a fact. “So you’re telling me I get coffee from a murderer every day,” Enid asked as she shifted uncomfortably back into your line of sight, her side of the room felt much too lonely after receiving that news, and at the nod of your head you could hear the string of ew’s that spewed from the blonde’s lips.
Wednesday said nothing but the way she kept looking at you, head slightly tilted in curiosity, the way you said it with such conviction had her leaning towards believing you already but she wished to hear your reasoning and she wordlessly waited for it. You flicked your shield open, running a hand along its face over the marks his claw marks had left, “the monster's claws are strong enough to do this, strong enough to cut through the metal box we were in today, and to tear apart it’s victims, yet Tyler only received a mere cat scratch in comparison” you passed the shield to Wednesday and went to talk again as she ran her pale finger across the thick marks on its golden surface.
“I stabbed the monster in the abdomen area, I have seen many of the wounds my spear has made, many more than I could possibly count, only a few ever got the chance to heal but he has one in the same area, I twisted it on the way out, that is why the monster hasn’t attacked anyway in the same time I was recovering, he was too injured” you explained, and Enid hummed next to you as Wednesday passed the shield to her, “his cuts did look like something I could do with my claws” she added on, there was still a tenseness in her interaction with the raven haired girl but she had killed on your words quickly and realized just how right you were, it brought her comfort to know that you believed that she was similar to you, pack mentality seemed to go further than just werewolves.
“Where do we go from here?” Wednesday seethed, and now the anger that had been coursing through your veins seeped into hers, she had been close to him, had treated his wounds, and could not link the pieces of the puzzle together, and she hadn’t the feeling that was rising within her. The feeling of failure, what had made her so blind to not see the obvious linkings and she needed to know what to do, so for once in her life, she handed the lead off to someone else, “your call, your majesty” she taunted and she nearly smiled as she saw the goofy look that spread across your cheeks and the way your knees slightly buckled.
“Now we have to find out who red boots is,” you said, “no use in acting on him if red boots could just find another or make another monster, we start there” you decided firmly, “now get a good nights sleep we lay a man to rest to tomorrow,” you said solemnly before walking out, you felt accomplished, and there was pride replacing the anger in your veins, you could still be a competent Queen.
As soon as Enid heard your door close she turned to Wednesday, “you’re crushing so hard, oh my majesty, please kiss me” she teased as she put her hand to her forehead before she mockingly fell back onto her bed.
Maybe they were like sisters after all Wednesday reasoned, the way they both shifted out of their heated argument was much like her relationship with Pugsley. “You’re unbearable” she chided back before she turned back to her bed, perhaps the lack of her denial would lead to more comments from the blonde girl across the way from her, but how could she deny something she hadn’t reasonably explored properly, it was something she would have to put off, she did not like being scolded by you, so she would have to be well rested to avoid it again at the funeral.
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It was often said that the world cried each time one of its inhabitants died, and the weather at the funeral seemed to prove that saying as rain poured down heavily onto the crowd of black umbrellas. It was strange how funeral culture had changed yet the main theme remained, a person was being put to rest surrounded by those that cared for them, lowered into the earth, swallowed by the dirt to never be seen again.
Enid and Ajax stood huddled under a shared umbrella leaning against each other in search of comfort, death was hard for carefree people, those that live life with an aura of airiness always seemed to have the hardest of times accepting that it must come to an end at some time.
Wednesday stood under her umbrella alone, death was nothing new, and funerals were one of the few social events she seemed to enjoy. There was something deep inside her that took peace in the fact that one day there would be such an event for herself. The raven-haired girl wondered just how many people would attend, a new thought, she reasoned it was spurred on by the way the girl who stood in the rain next to her had forcefully forged a bond with her and forced her to inwardly admit to the bond she shared with a certain werewolf.
You stood under the elements with no protection. You had waxed something poetic to Wednesday as you waved off her offer to share her umbrella, you wished to share this last experience with the man being buried, a symbol that he could not see but one you would leave anyways, he was not alone in facing these elements as rain clattered onto his casket loudly, and you wondered on what death he believed in, if he would be meeting Charon or some other mystical being, it was not your place to say.
Nor was it the right place for someone to be staring at you, yet you could feel eyes digging into your back before the feeling faded just to reappear moments later. You carefully joined Wednesday under her umbrella, pulling it into your hands so you no longer had to duck, "someone is staring at me, somewhere behind us, do you see anyone?" you whispered at a level just barely audible over the thunderous claps and heavy rain.
Wednesday slyly looked behind her, using a wipe of her eyes as a disguise to look away from the procession. There towards the edge of the cemetery where the tombstones transformed into tree stumps and the fence melted into tall trees there stood a figure who was currently looking away from her. "yes, maybe twenty yards away, a man, dark coat, hat, daring his gaze away and back to you every few minutes, have an undead enemy you have failed to mention?" she asked curiously as she slowly started to shift the two of you out of the mass of solemn figures.
"no but stranger things have happened I am sure" you mumbled, you had both seen your fair share of inexplicable things, much like how you were alive and how Thing was only a hand but was sentient and seemed to be capable of much more than just the sense of touch. "come on let's go find out," Wednesday said lowly once she was sure no eyes were on the two of you, watching as you closed the umbrella to hand it back to her, and starting to slowly walk towards the man.
Just as you got close enough to call out, the man started to run away, deep into the forest. You gave Wednesday a passing glance before you took off in the same direction, head steady and eyes locked onto your target as if you were an owl tracking its prey. Just as you were about to catch up the fleeing figure ducked behind a tree and as you turned the corner expecting to meet face to face you tilted your head as you met nothing but more trees.
You looked around curiously, and just as you had turned your back you heard the air shifting and you dropped to one knee while spinning, grabbing your dagger from the inside of your thigh, a proper toga worked well to conceal weapons, and threw it towards the figure that was descending upon you, and you watched as it caught his hand and flew backward into a tree just as lighting emanated from his hands and tendrils enveloped your forearm. "pretty sharp kid, that must be why my niece lets you hang around." he said as he walked towards you, offering a hand up, and you looked up at him cautiously, "son of Zeus" you declared, you had never seen anyone else wield lighting before.
"no though I would like to think I have some trickster god DNA somewhere the lighting is just an Addams thing" he explained and just as you reached for his hand Wednesday's voice came floating through the woods, excitement lacing her tone and a wide smile on her lips as she walked into view. "Uncle Fester!" she cheered happily as she approached the two of you.
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You had never seen Wednesday so expressive as she was when she was talking to her uncle. Their energy bounced off each other perfectly, each saying something that would result in a smile or an enthusiastic nod of agreement. You would hate to say you were a tad bit jealous at how open Wednesday seemed to be with him, but you did your best to push it down, she had of course known him longer, and family always held some form of connection that didn't need specific working.
You walked silently next to the pair, not paying much mind to what was being discussed, only picking up on the key points, her uncle had clearly done something that resulted in him needing a hideout which was why you had started on the path to the hummers hang out. "so what's with stoic sally over here?" Uncle Fester asked Wednesday as he jabbed a thumb in your direction, "oh of course, this is Y/N, the last amazonian heir that was cursed to appear to an Addams in great need" she explained as you continued to walk silently, "oh look at you Wednesday, looks like you're our ancestors curses' favorites too, do you know how many times I hoped that she would appear?" he said with his unique laughter following quickly after.
Luckily you could see the beehives up ahead, you were not fond of being talked about as if you were some tool to be used and then discarded. You frowned as you lead the two Addams into the beehive, wondering if that’s how Wednesday had seen you, self-conscious was never something you would use to describe yourself but the way she floated around the conversation with her uncle and the shine in her eyes each time she looked at him had you green with envy. Why did your conversations with her not provide her with the same energy she had at the moment? why did her black eyes not light up like the night sky when you caught her gaze?
Questions for another time you reasoned to yourself as you tuned back into the conversation, “so what kind of monster are you two dealing with?” Uncle Fester asked with a clap of his hands, rubbing them together excitedly. Wednesday proudly brought out the drawing, “we know who it is too, Y/N put all the pieces together” she explained as she watched her Uncle look over the drawing, “a Hyde! How exciting!” He cheered before stroking his chin, “I am not too sure how they work but I’m sure Faulkner’s journal will have something in there” he said with a sickening smile on his face.
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The trip to get Faulkner’s journal was rather uneventful, you fielded questions from the eccentric man about your past and what death was like. The way he giggled happily at the idea of an eternity of whip lashings and other punishments, had you all but growl at him sourly, and if it wasn’t for Wednesday and Thing getting the journal out of its confines you very well might have gutted him on the spot.
The afterlife for you was cruel, and you did not enjoy hearing your suffering be turned to mockery and even possible excitement from a man who had not experienced it. The way curiosity and interest danced in his eyes clashed against the waves of anguish that rolled off of your tongue with each vivid description of your torment.
“do you think it funny that I was whipped for longer than you have been alive, all because I had to wait for some curse to decide one of your bloodline was in need enough for my help?” You challenged as you walked up to him angrily, you stood slightly taller than him, your cold eyes piercing down into his with a nonverbal warning that the way he was talking would not be tolerated any longer.
You reveled in the small beads of sweat that formed and the audible gulp that echoed through the dark chamber as he took a step back, “got yourself a feisty one Wednesday” he announced as his eyes darted to the form of his niece that was slowly approaching. Wednesday rolled her eyes in response, “I do not own her, she simply doesn’t play nice with those that jest about her time in hell, I know first hand” it was true, the girl had seen just how touchy of a subject it was, when she had threatened you with harm, she for once did not enjoy the thousand yard stare that she had created before you told her of the unimaginable reality of the pain you had been through, and she hated the fact that she knew she would never be able to inflict anything worse on you. It also made her wish to keep the chink in your armor of fierceness and unwavering strength close to her chest, if there was anyone that was going to break you, it would be her.
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The three of you had returned to Wednesday and Enid’s dorm, Wednesday using the offer of being able to uncover more about how the person who blew up the Hyde’s cave that you had unceremoniously deemed “red boots” was linked to the monster. Successfully defusing the situation, while you were still upset about the way Uncle Fester had reacted about what you had said but you knew better than to do anything, firstly so that you wouldn’t hamper any hopes of a better relationship with the raven-haired object of your affection and secondly you had a thirst to finish off the beast, a bloodlust laying in wait under a thinly veiled patience.
“It says here that Hyde’s can be awakened by traumatic events, or unlocked by chemical inducement or hypnosis” Wednesday read aloud as you and her uncle hovered close to her desk, “the Hyde would then recognize its liberator as its master and becomes the willing instrument of whatever nefarious plot their new master might propose,” she said slowly, pronouncing each word carefully hoping that one of them would make a switch cut on in her head and give her a clue as to the identity of whoever it was that was in charge of Tyler.
“Anyone willing to unlock a Hyde is a next-level sicko,” Uncle Fester said coldly as he took a few steps away, this was certainly a fun turn of events for his niece, he could only hope she was Addams enough to handle it all, not that he had many doubts, in a family full of black sheep, Wednesday’s coat was like obsidian, pitch black and surgically sharp.
“So not only is there a monster after you, someone is controlling the monster, and that someone has pictures of you, on the balcony of our dorm.” Enid said shakily, clutching a stuffed animal to her chest on her bed, “just want to make sure I am following properly” she said with a wave of her hand as you looked at her with concern written over your face.
The werewolf might have felt safer with the three figures that all held some kind of power to defend, but a battle still waged on inside her. What use did she serve in all of this, comic relief? She couldn’t even wolf out properly she cursed herself each time she thought of it and every time she would live out a fake battle scenario in her mind, almost all of them ended with her cowering away and listening to the sounds coming from her two closest friends, it made her more nervous than the fact that someone that wanted Wednesday dead knew exactly where the raven haired girl lived.
Before she could lose herself too deep in her thoughts and before anyone from the trio could say anything to reassure her a knock was heard at the door, and Miss Thornhill cautiously crept inside. “Hey you three figured you would all be together, it’s nice to have people by your side during the trying times, like a little family if you will,” she said softly as she looked around the room meeting everyone’s eyes but your own, “well I was just making sure everyone was doing okay after the funeral, if any of you need someone to talk to alone, then you know where to find me, okay?” She offered as she wrung her hands together, opening her mouth to say something else before waving her thoughts away and walking out just as quick as she had walked in.
A muffled voice could be heard from under Enid’s pile of stuffed animals and the three of you all approached it curiously, how exactly the man had managed to hide under them all suddenly at the unknown presence was a mystery and whatever it was he was saying was too until Enid slowly lifted up a pink bunny,
“Those red boots definitely did NOT go with her outfit” Uncle Fester criticized making a throwing-up motion for emphasis before cackling.
“Did you say red boots?” The three of you asked in unison, had all of you really been so preoccupied with her words to not realize her boots, you wildly cursed yourself, you were sure you could identify the boots that had menacingly marched towards you and Eugene in the woods not too long ago, and you had missed a perfect opportunity, but at least now you had a number one suspect.
hi! just wanted to say i really love your writing! the "cherish me..." fic was so beautiful and heartbreaking. im also really enjoying "the last heir" and looking forward to your next update! i was wondering if you can add me to your taglist for any future fics?
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Warnings: violence, horror, mentions of dismembered body parts, and descriptions of wounds
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The rest of the walk to the Gates mansion was composed purely of comfortable silence, you kept stride with the raven-haired girl as neither of you said anything about what she had said. Your thoughts remained on the statement, had she meant it as seriously as she had said it? Her usual monotonous pattern of speech was replaced with a strong yet soft tone that took you by surprise. When you were queen it was implied that your people would fall in battle alongside you but this was different. Wednesday Addams had declared that she would rather cease to exist than have you leave her side as quickly as you had arrived next to it.
When the prophesized gate came into view, the two of you came to a halt in front of it. "an unlocked gate does not exactly scream abandoned" Wednesday noted as she took the padlock between her fingers, hoping for a vision to give any sort of insight on what was happening here that made it so important, nothing of the sort occurred. Hence, she motioned for you to lead the way forward, watching intently as you gently moved the gate open just enough for the both of you to shimmy through before adjusting it back to how it was behind you.
As you made your way through the grounds looking for an entrance you looked around for clues of someone being around the area, the ground was too covered in dried grasses to hold any tracks, and you did not hear anything that you could strike as out of the ordinary. It was not until you reached the steps to the front door did you realize something was out of place. There was fresh dirt kicked up the steps, and you leaned down to grab a clump, squeezing it in your palm before showing it to Wednesday, "still moist this is fresh" you explain as she goes to take the soil from your palm.
Her slender pale fingers trailed down your wrist into your palm setting your skin blaze despite the coldness of her touch, and you felt your stomach flutter and your knees grow weak. Since when could the simplest of touches leave you trembling like a newborn calf? You could not help but wonder if your Father's temptress had anything to do with it, you wished you could ponder on the issue longer but you were snapped out of your thoughts as Wednesday pulled your blushing form into the brush as the door swung open.
You turned to look at her, hoping that she would grace you with her crystalline features, but you caught only the side of her jawline her features pulled tautly. You squeezed your eyes closed tightly to reorganize your thoughts before you turned to watch whoever had come out of the house. Your eyes caught the back of a suit as the figure strode away without a care in the world. Strange for someone that may be the figurehead of a murderous monster you thought to yourself as the two of you followed him slowly through the bushes.
You finally recognized the man when he turned face to pace back and forth as he spoke on the phone. Why exactly would the Mayor be snooping around an abandoned building you wondered before you heard him say that he thinks he might have found out who was behind all of the incidents. Wednesday's fingers wrapped around your bicep tightly as means to get your attention, "I need a distraction" she said quietly. You simply nod in response.
The grip she held on your bicep felt more like she was gripping onto every fiber of your being and pulling them in whatever direction she wanted. She could knot them all and leave you a mess and you would not be able to object. When you finally walked away you could not help but feel strange, you had spent your first life ignoring and purposely chasing away suitors, mostly because they were men but even when other women approached you, you felt no attachment of their string of fate intertwining with your own, had the fates decided to wind your golden string together with one obsidian black string that must belong to the girl in question?
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Keeping up with the Mayors SUV was a workout you had not seen coming when you had started your journey to the abandoned house, yet here you were sprinting through the woods along the road, thankful for technology for once as you could see the vehicle slow down each time the man went on his phone to talk into it.
By the time the Jericho came into view, you were sweaty and your muscles ached, "I should have simply asked for a ride" you muttered to yourself as your feet reached the concrete walkways. Making your way into the Weathervane, you could feel a pair of eyes on you as you walked to the counter. After being handed the water you asked for you turned to walk towards a booth, surely the Mayor must have found somewhere to park by now, yet when you took your first step you bumped into the chest of someone else, spilling the cup's contents all over yourself.
Sheriff Galpin wipe away the water that had fallen on him before attempting to stare at you intimidatingly, "mind telling me why you're coming here sweaty and dirty so late?" he asked as his eyes trailed up and down your body. You scoffed before wiping yourself off, "I have not let men much greater than you look me up and down like a piece of meat, and my business is none of yours" you shot back before you walked away ignoring his eyes burning into your figure as slid into your booth just in time to see Wednesday sneaking her way out of the trunk. The small girl made her way behind the other parked vehicles as the Mayor started to walk across the street, shooting a smile through the window at the sheriff.
You watched as it seemed everything turned to slow motion, his foot slowly lifting up onto the curb, the sound of tires screeching dragging its way across your eardrums as harrowing a sound as you could remember as you watch the vehicle barrel it's way around the curve and swerve into the Mayor's body. His body flying backward snapped the world back into real-time as you shot out of your booth, the car screeching away from the scene.
You and Sheriff Galpin raced outside, you rushed to Wednesday's side, grabbing onto her arm protectively as your eyes scanned around the area quickly, what if the assailant had used the mayor as bait, and now all three of you were standing in harm's way. You could hear the Sheriff calling out for help behind you but everything was silent except for Wednesday's breathing, it was slow and steady, like a soft breeze from the sea and you could feel your nerves slowly easing away as sirens blared their way towards the scene.
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The air in Wednesday’s and Enid’s dorm was soft as if you and the gothic painting come to life had not just witnessed the potential murder of the high-ranking public figure, but you were sitting with your back pressed against the glass enjoying the cool temperature against your back. Wednesday sat typing away at her typewriter, she was desperate for a way to rope Enid into helping her sneak out of the school. Luckily for her, the opportunity would present itself as the blonde made her way over to you with her hands behind her back.
“Hey Y/N sooooo I know you don’t know when your birthday is or anything like that, so I figured why not just give you a gift now,” she said as she crouched down next to you, her eyes twinkling brightly comparable to a blue gem sticking out from the rough. “you did not have to gift me anything, I am not used to this custom” you tried to argue before being hushed, a near growl leaving the werewolves lips as she pulled out the gift from behind her back.
A white snood laced with golden string was presented to you, and you gently took the fabric into your hands, it was much softer than you could have expected. “I designed it after your toga, figured you might like it more if it matched you, kinda like how Wednesday’s is black and mine is pink” she explained, and you looked up to catch her eyes darting anywhere and everywhere to avoid your own. “I have gifts from the gods' she-wolf ” you start and you watch as her shoulders drop sadly before you continued, “and this, is perhaps the softest material I have ever felt, I will wear it with pride,” you said with a small laugh at the squeal she let out in response, giddiness evident in her body.
That feeling would only expand as Wednesday spoke up from the other side of the room, “while we are on the topic of birthdays, I must admit I regret not showing you more appreciation for the surprise soirée” she said as she stood to walk towards the two of you. “if only there was some way the three of us could have a night on the town, three gal pals out for the night, it’s a shame the school is on lockdown” she spoke, and while Enid was too excited and buttered up by what Wednesday was saying, you caught the grimace that she failed to hide at saying “gal pals” and you raised an eyebrow at her, the glare of violence you received was enough for you to keep your lips sealed.
“It’s a full moon tonight! I could say I’m going to wolf out and need the two of you to walk me to the lupin cages!” Enid cheered happily as she skipped over to her bed, slipping on her snood and grabbing Wednesday’s off her desk, “can’t have a snoods night out without your snood silly” she said, gaze not leaving Wednesday’s figure until the girl slipped the cloth over her neck.
Enid, satisfied at the action and excitement coursing through her beings started the way out of the dorm, leaving you and Wednesday to catch up, on your way out your hand wrapped around her wrist, “what is your real motive, she may pay no mind to the change in your character but I do” you whisper aggressively as you walked out of the room. “We are going back to the Gates place, if the mayor thought he knew what was going on and that it was linked to that place then we have to find out why,” she said back monotonously before shaking her wrist out of your grip.
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To say you were angry at the situation at hand would have been an understatement, you would have preferred to walk through the dark night than have to be seated next to Tyler the whole ride. There was also the fact that Wednesday had lied to him as well, you did not agree with leading people astray especially when it came to the danger of a situation. If whoever was behind the monster attacks was indeed at the Gates manor then this night could turn to bloodshed quickly.
A concern that was voiced by the two less-than-enthusiastic members of the group as you made your way through the gate. It did not take long before the group reached the garage, with you stepping forward to shoulder barge it open, walking inside in the lead your senses on high alert, desperate to detect any threat that may lie in the shadows or behind the cloth-covered vehicle. Wednesday was the next inside, she uncovered the car as you stood a few steps away.
“This is the car that ran over the Mayor,” she said as her eyes trailed over the vehicle that had etched itself onto her brain earlier in the night, it was not something she would forget so easily. “Oh my god, okay Wednesday we should really get out of here and just call the police,” Enid said nervously as she balanced from one foot to the other. “So they can drag me back to Nevermore and have me expelled?” Wednesday asked back pointedly before she brushed her way past you and into the house.
All of you walked into a cold and desolate area, the only light being the flashlights your three companions held and dim rays of moonlight that made their way through the glass. There was dust and cobwebs scattered over every surface, and the house smelled damp and rotten. Bookcases lined the wall that stood in front of you, and as you scanned along their spines you noticed a distinct lack of dust on one of the decorative columns, and you could make out fingers dragging down through the thick layer of dust that laid everywhere but the face of the stone structure.
You pushed down onto the clean surface, and you heard gears turning immediately. The hidden compartment had revealed itself much too easily for your liking, and the altar that now stood proudly in the open was visible and seemed well maintained, someone must be a frequent visitor you thought to yourself as you reached your hands over the candles. “They are still warm” you announced quietly as turned to the rest of the group, looking passed them as if you expected something to happen.
Enid whined nervously as she started to scan the room, you could feel her shaking on the floorboards as you looked down at Wednesday expectantly, this was her expedition after all, and she was serving as the de facto leader. “Y/N, you and Tyler keep looking here on the bottom floor, me and Enid will search upstairs” she spoke quickly and marched away just as fast with the she-wolf in tow not wanting to be left alone.
As the sound of the pair walking up the stairs grew faint, Tyler stood closer to you as you both made your way through the house. “So what did Wednesday do to trick you into coming here?” He asked as you made your way into the kitchen. “I do not get tricked, I came along to ensure her well-being,” you said sourly, as you picked up a knife from the counter. The metal shined bright, it was clean, too clean, and it must have been cleaned recently as you could feel the coolness of the water as you dragged your fingertips along the blade.
“Well does your protection expand to me and Enid, because I don’t think either of us signed up for this,” he asked nervously, eyes darting around the room. You swallowed your original answer quietly, of course, you would try to make sure everyone survived with minimal injuries, but priorities are priorities and Wednesday stood atop that list unchallenged. So you simply stayed quiet, going to walk out of the kitchen and search for anything else that might provide a clue as to what was going on, before you heard Enid’s voice from upstairs, “you guys might want to come to see this!” She called, voice wavering with fear.
You looked back at Tyler and nodded your head towards the stairs, “it doesn’t sound like she’s in danger, I’ll be there in a minute, just going to take some pictures of this stuff for my dad” he said as he motioned for you to go, pulling his phone from his pocket and turning back into the kitchen. You marched up the stairs, finding Enid and Wednesday in a bedroom, its appearance sticking out like a sore thumb, the sheets were pulled taut over the bed, and everything was dust free. “Looks like someone moved back into their childhood room,” Enid said as Wednesday picked up a small box, and when she turned to talk she was interrupted by the sound of glass breaking from below.
“Guys get out of here! It’s here!” Tyler yelled out, and you quickly ushered the two girls out of the room, just as a pained scream echoed throughout the house. You moved to stand in front of them, peering over the railing hoping to catch any movement, before your ears perked up at the creaking of stairs, and you watched as a clawed hand reached for the next step. You started to weigh your options, you could throw yourself at the monster and hope to cause enough distraction that the two younger girls could escape, or you could run and try to find a different exit. You nearly scoffed at yourself at the thought of running from a fight, and just as you went to flick your wrist to ready your shield you felt four hands dig into your shirt and yank you back.
Wednesday hushed you quickly as she saw your mouth open to protest as she closed the doors to the dumb waiter. You could hear the monster's heavy footsteps and intakes of breath, the movements shook the house and the metal box you were in violently. The sounds grew ever closer before you cloud feel hear emanating through the metal, the damned thing must have its nose pressed up against it you thought.
You turned to the two girls, receiving two similar looks, Enid wore her fear obviously, it danced wildly in her blue eyes and the way her shoulders fell by her sides loosely showed you that she was out of the fight before it even started, but Wednesday? Oh, the raven-haired girl was trying her best to hide her fear. Deep in her dark pools, fear fought to establish itself, and you could make out the vines of it growing over her pupils much like vines on an abandoned building. Her shoulders were tense, fists balled by her sides, telltale signs of someone as meticulous as herself experiencing unplanned discomfort for the first time in her life, and try as she might you could see right through the facade of her handling it well as she yanked off her snood and handed it to you wordlessly.
You tied the door shut just in time as claws ripped through metal simultaneously as you brought your hands back to your body. The monster's eyes stared menacingly through the gash, and you glared right back your eyes iced over with indifference. You could feel the monster’s weight shift as it rose to swing its heavy hand again, and you braced yourself for a fight that would never come as you suddenly felt weightless as you plummeted down the shoot.
The three of you tumbled out of the metal box, landing on top of each as you all scrambled to stand up. Wednesday stood quickly, taking in the surroundings and pulling down a chain that swung from all the movement in the house, a light flickered on, its shine being reflected around the room through the jars that lined the shelves and as you walked closer you finally realized what was inside of them. “The body parts of the victims” Wednesday confirmed your suspicions as she moved towards the window with Enid following behind, “this is officially the worst debut the snoods could have had” she huffed with the pieces of Wednesdays in her hand.
You boosted the two of them out of the window, before pulling yourself up as the monster tumbled down the steps growling menacingly the whole way down. The three of you made started to make your way away from the house, you were a few paces behind the two, and you watched in annoyance as the head of black hair turned back to the house. “Where are you going?” Enid called out shakily. “We need to go back for Tyler, we can’t leave him alone with that thing” she called out without sparing a glance at the two of you who begrudgingly followed her path.
The trip back was filled with silence and you were thankful that it was a quick one as the tension mounting between Enid and Wednesday was getting thick enough to cloud your vision. The three of you finally made it back to see Tyler with his back resting against the stone archway, the blood seeping through his shirt grew more obvious the closer you got. “Take off your shirt” Wednesday instructed the teen who quickly followed instructions under her intense gaze.
Your eyes scanned over his exposed chest and midsection, starting at the fresh claw marks, you noted just how shallow they were, and your eyes trailed down landing on a scarring over wound near his waist. Your pupils expanded and you took a step back as images of wounds flashed through your vision, each and everyone identical to the last, and finally you saw yourself pull your spear out of the stomach of the monster.
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The Last Heir-Wednesday Addams x Reader-Part Eight
Blossom
Word Count:2.2K
Warnings:N/A
Part 7
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You were slowly getting over your emotions that stemmed from parents' weekend, you had spent most of your free time between classes attached at the hip to Wednesday or Enid, needing a familiar sense of sisterhood to drag you out of the slump.
Sleeping alone did you no favors. The darkness that swallowed your small space seemed endless despite the fact you could sense the walls no further than a few feet away from you. The grey stone supports and details seemed cold and dead. It was a far cry from the camps you would set up with your people, filled with colorful clothes, laughter, and a flickering fire that seemed to glow with Lady Hestia's calming aura, and you spent far too long counting the lines and scars in your palm before being able to fall asleep.
One night, your room felt particularly cold and hollow, and the lines on your hands were growing too familiar to regard as entertainment, Enid barged into your room hysteria riddling her tone as she spoke, "Y/N you have to come quick, someone slipped a letter to Wednesday to meet in Crackstones crypt and of course, she just has to go" she rambled.
You shot out of your bed quickly, happy for the opportunity to escape the small room that felt as lonely as a prison cell.
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The forest was eerily quiet as you and the pair of younger girls walked through them. The wet leaves on the ground made soft squishing sounds at every footfall and insects called back as they moved away from the perceived threats. You all walked in silence, sparing only glances and gestures until you reached the crypt.
Wednesday leaned close to you and whispered, “whoever it is they must be inside, be ready”. It was at that moment that you realized why there had been a nervous tickle dancing on your spine the whole duration of the trip, in your rush to leave you had forgotten to put on your ring and grab your bag, you cursed yourself under your breath, before balling your hands into fists and following Wednesday inside, leaving Enid outside as a lookout.
It was quiet in the room, only the sound of the two of you slowly inching forward could be heard, until your stiffened at the shuffling of feet paired with a loud cough that shattered the silence. “Whoever you are show yourself” Wednesday called, you closed the small gap that had been built as you had spread apart to look around, “try anything and I will tear you limb from limb” you added on as you heard the shuffling of feet return, only this time it was paired with soft laughter as the group of teens stumbled forward and started to sing.
The echoing chorus of their voices was disturbing to your ears as you took a step away from the crowd, whatever this event is, Wednesday was clearly the focus. When the signing finally died down, Wednesday looked over to where you were, your fingers tracing over a saying etched into the stone, “what does it say?” She asked standing over your shoulder.
“Fire will rain when I rise” you started as you stood up and gestured at it, “this was written on many gravestones of leaders who met early demise before accomplishing some goal of theirs,” you said as you recalled seeing it multiple times on the graves of generals and kings that had died to your hand.
“The first part was burned into Nevermore’s lawn,” Wednesday said as she went up to brush her hand against the engraved words, feeling the cold stone for only seconds before her head snapped backward and she was flung into a vision.
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The morning after the surprise party you stood in Wednesday and Enid’s room, watching as the dark-haired girl drew on a piece of paper, it must be whatever she had seen in her vision. There was a tenseness to her figure as Thing crawled up her arm, “Careful, that’s my cold shoulder” she said and a small smile formed on your lips as the dismembered hand cowered away off of her and up onto your shoulder. “Don’t blame Thing, the party was my idea, everyone should be celebrated on their birthday, you agree right Y/N?” Enid’s pleading voice came as she approached the desk.
“I do not have a birthday so I believe I do not have a say,” you said back with a shrug of your shoulders, there was no keeping of personal dates in your time. One could only measure age by how many solstices they had seen come and go, by your own count you had lived through roughly thirty-four. “What?!” Enid shocked question seemed to put a halt to all other sounds in the divided room. When you looked over at the werewolf, her hand was pinching at the bridge of her nose, “I will have to deal with that nonsense another day, I mean you deserve a birthday too but for now, Wednesday has to open her gifts” she explained as she walked back over to her side of the room, and you felt thing jump off of your shoulder and scurry under Wednesday’s bed.
You, on the other hand, stood to the side unsure of what to do, clearly, the raven-haired girl had no interest in the tradition that Enid was forcing her through, but your manners pulled at you forcefully. It was a disrespectful act to not bear gifts when others did, so you reached into the bag that lay at your hip, and when you felt nothing reach your hand you sighed, of course, your bag did not know what a birthday gift was, it had no idea of what to conjure for you. You took your hand out slowly and cleared your mind, what could you possibly have that would serve as a gift.
You felt a weight fill the bag and you reached in, feeling your fingers graze over the familiarly smooth surface, pulling the object out you revealed a ceramic vase. You rotated it in your hands to reveal the scenes painted on its curved sides. Satisfied with the bag’s decision you walked forward, presenting your gift right after Wednesday had finished thanking Enid for hers. “This vase depicts the story of how the Apollo turned ravens black, the sun god was angry at an unfaithful partner and scorched the beautiful birds” you explained as her small hands slipped between the handles.
“Yet men say we are the emotional ones” came Wednesday’s only response, but you caught the way she held her gaze on the vase for long after she had placed it on her desk and had gone to return to her sketch.
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Wednesday knew of two people who knew the town properly and were willing to give out information at will. Naturally, she suggested asking them both to ensure the prompt investigation of what Goody had told her during her vision. You were tasked with asking Xavier, and she reasoned that you got along better with him than you did with Tyler, you couldn’t disagree which is how you found yourself walking into his art shed with a copy of Wednesday’s drawing in your pocket.
The music blaring was unrecognizable and much too loud for your taste as you stood a few feet from the boy, watching as he aggressively slashed paint onto the canvas in front of him. “Art is meant to be a peaceful pastime for the sophisticated, you act as if you were in battle” you spoke loudly as you mocked the expression on his face as he turned towards you. Xavier shut his music off and quirked an eyebrow at you, “what do you know about art?” he asked as he sat down on his stool.
"I come from the age where a goddess had an art competition with a mortal and lost, I am sure I know plenty of art" you scoffed before walking to the bench in front of him and pulling out the drawing Wednesday had given you. "Your line work could use some work Y/N" he teased as he looked over the drawing of the gate.
"I did not draw it" you shot back with a playful shove of his shoulder, "do you recognize the gate, I must know where this place is" you explain, watching as the boy's eyes narrow before he lazily lifts an arm to point at a drawing on the wall. A drawing of the gate that matched the one you had brought stared at you hauntingly.
"It's the gates mansion, when painting isn't enough to clear my mind I pass it when I go out for jogs," he explains softly. "why did you draw, what did you see happen at that place?" you ask the physic as you turn back to face him. "I didn't see anything, just the gate and I could feel that thing's presence there, I'm sure you are going to go and search it out now, why do I speak?" he said as he shook his head before standing up.
"Listen I know me, you, and Wednesday aren't the best of friends, I actually think you two are each other's only real friends, but whatever you do, don't die, either of you," he said voice trailing off as sadness snaked its way into his words, the memory of carrying your bleeding body out of the woods as Eugene sobbed above you flashing through his mind.
"I will do my best to ensure a safe journey for Wednesday," you say back as you bring your hand up to his shoulder as a comforting gesture. "and for yourself?" he asked so quietly you are sure he only meant it as a thought.
"I would give my life for hers if given the opportunity" certainty and serenity floated through your voice, leaving no time for a response before you turned and made your way out of the shed.
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You and Wednesday gathered in your room going over what the two of you had gathered you told her of Xavier’s dream and where the place you had to look for was, and she spoke of how Tyler seemed to be hesitant to discuss the picture and how he attempted to change her focus multiple times.
“and we still need to figure out exactly what our red booted culprit has to do with all of this and who it is” Wednesday’s voice came as the two of you made your way through the halls of Nevermore and towards the Gates Mansion. “Whoever it is has control or at least can communicate with the beast, it did not take long for it to reach me once she had fled the cave” you had reached that conclusion the same night you had been attacked which is why you had hurriedly sent Eugene away.
Wednesday mused the idea as the sound of her footsteps changed from thudding on hard concrete to muffled thumbs on grass paths. “Is it because you have died before that you seem so comfortable in giving your life for others?” She asked abruptly, and the question stopped her in her tracks. The raven-haired girl had never known fear akin to the fear she felt as she watched you bleed like a gutted animal on the forest floor, and in that moment she realized that the death of those close to her did not seem as insignificant as she hoped to believe since the death of her beloved Nero.
“Death did not scare me before my first death, I was destined for Elysium, the Isle of Heroes, only when I faced the judges did I learn of the curse placed upon me and at that moment I feared death, being placed in the fields of punishment was something I had never seen coming” you explain as your voice shakes in a mix of anger and despair, remembering the scene vividly in your head. You stood, small in stature to the godly figures in front of you as they read out the deeds of your life, you remember the smile on your face as they praised you for defending Greece vehemently until the nation's waning breathes, and you could still feel your face fall as the read aloud your curse and with sad looks on their faces cast you to be tormented.
The first whip lash you received burned on your back as you went to talk again, “I swore long ago to give my life for my people, and you and certain others are my people now, I would defend you until my dying breath should it be required”.
Wednesday felt conflicted, on one hand, she felt a sensation she was not used to, sympathy. The smaller girl could not imagine what it would be like to be tortured for ages upon ages for an action you had no control over, and she wondered if her ancestors had considered that the curse would impact an innocent member of the bloodline. While the other part of her mind shouted praises to her long-dead relatives, without their actions you would not be by her side and you were becoming far too familiar a presence for her to fathom you not being there. Her inner thoughts screamed for her to allow herself to be vulnerable, just this once they pleaded, she will not judge you they swore, love can not blossom without the openness to be hurt one screamed.
"I would rather die alongside you than have you leave my side so soon" she spoke strongly before she restarted her strides forward in hopes of hiding the soft rosy hue that covered her milky cheeks.
So I know it’s been a while since the most recent part of the last heir, but I have been working on it, I just haven’t been able to sit down and have a good writing session since then, but I am hoping to have it uploaded by Monday at the latest.
Warnings: description of wounds and burns, gravedigging, and mentions a corpse
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After the trio had brought you back to Wednesday’s dorm and laid you on her bed she eyed you wearily as she wondered what exactly to do, surely the cube would suffice to heal you she repeated in her head in an attempt to soothe her thoughts. After a few minutes of standing at your bedside, she noticed beads of sweat forming on your forehead, it was at that moment she realized just how mangled you looked. Your entire being was caked with dirt and splinters of wood, and your midsection was coated in dried blood, a sickly scarlet that popped through the rips in your shirt.
“She does not look so good” came a voice behind Wednesday and she turned to meet Enid who was freshly showered and free of any paint that was spilled on her during the dance. The she-wolf stood next to the physic, “at least the holes are closing up now” she said attempting to lift the mood in the room, when she had first gotten back she could see the punctures on both sides of your midsection, it had grossed her out, to say the least.
“She is sweating profusely” is the only comment Wednesday can think to make before she walks out of the room to take a shower of her own, wordlessly commanding Enid to watch over you.
“let’s get you cleaned up a little I’m sure that’s fine, I’ve already seen you half-naked, nudity must’ve been so common all that time ago” she spoke to the empty room as there could be no response. She went about gently unstrapping all the armor that had been left on, placing it on the floor alongside your other belongings that were piled up at the foot of the bed.
After she wiped a cool towel across your forehead and face wiping away the grime that she could without too much force. Then came the issue of your midsection, she steeled her nerves as she rolled your shirt up to your chest, touch as light as a feather as she cleaned the area around the slowly closing wounds, her hand brushing up against your stomach ever so slightly and she hissed and dropped the towel, watching as her pale skin glowed a bright red.
Wednesday had walked in just in time to see the interaction and sighed to herself before speaking up, “I leave either of you two imbeciles alone and you can not help but wind up injured” she said as she walked up and grabbed Enid’s hand, it was clearly irritated but nothing too major. “Why do you think she’s so hot?” Enid asked curiously, “our immune systems are made to raise body temperature to stave off infections and illnesses, I can only imagine her being half god would make her body functions more intense than a regular person’s” Wednesday explained as she picked up the towel and carefully finished what Enid had started.
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Wednesday had expected to wake up and find you still laying on her bed as stiff as a board, but when she lifted herself off of the floor next to the bed and looked you over, she saw you on your stomach and heard you groaning about how hot it was. “You are awake,” she said simply as she stood over you, and she watched as you turned yourself over catching every wince and how the movement seemed very stiff compared to how natural and flowing your movements normally were. “you mean alive I can tell,” you say with a small smile, “I am insulted you expected anything different, no dumb beast will be the end of me,” you said as you pushed yourself to be in a sitting position.
Wednesday seethed at your teasing, glaring at you before she jabbed her fist into your midsection hoping to gain the satisfaction of you doubling over in pain. You merely hissed at the action hearing the same sound in reply, your body heat was still scorching and the raven-haired girl was glad she had decided on a punch instead of squeezing you, “your smell will be the end of me, go bathe before I hose you down” she instructs with a pointed look.
After watching you walk out of the room gingerly, Wednesday climbed into her bed, she had debated waiting for the surface to cool down from having you on it for so long, yet she could not stop herself from letting your left-behind warmth envelop her body, and she would say no word to anyone but there was something about your leftover scent, earthy tones mixed with the softest of natural musk, that had her cursing herself under her breath,
“am I no better than the rest of these hormonal teenagers?”
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The first morning of parents' weekend came much too quickly in the opinion of Wednesday, as she stood between you and Enid as Principal Weems gave her commencement speech.
Her delivery was an extremely classic form of a leader attempting to act as if everything was okay, you had put on the same act multiple times during your time as queen. “I am sure you have all heard about the incident surrounding one of our students but I’m happy to report that thanks to our wonderful medical staff Y/N is up and about already and is amongst us here today” as she finished, you felt the gaze of hundreds of eyes landing on your figure.
You were no longer losing buckets worth of your sweat but your pain was still there, wincing when you twisted your torso too much or reached up too high. It was an annoyance but one you were forced to put up with, though you had taken to taking a pill that Enid have given you for the pain. “Thanks to our medical staff” Wednesday repeated with a scoff, “all they did was recommend rest after they felt your fever”, however, it was amusing to see their shocked faces as they used multiple thermometers to check your temperature, you were burning up but there were no major signs of discomfort.
“well, at least the monster hasn’t attacked anyone since then right?” Enid offered with a small smile, “maybe you killed it huh Y/N?” She asked looking up at you and receiving a small frown. “No, it is not dead, resting from an injury like me, we will fight again and I will win,” you said determined to best the beast once and for all the next chance you got.
As Wednesday and Enid went their separate ways in either direction of their families you went to follow the black braids before being blocked off by two women who looked at you thankfully. “Eugene tells us about how you saved him, we are so thankful” one of the speaks before the other continues, “he told us that you’re an Amazon, I must admit at first I didn’t know what to think but I can surely see it now” she spoke as she looked you up and down slowly, these two must be his parents you concluded, “you have raised your son well enough, continue to do so and I would repeat my actions at every opportunity, but if he strays from his path, well you know what they say about my people,” you said with as much of a playful smile that you could muster, hoping to reunite with the Addams family before you got lost amongst this crowd of families, by the time the two women were walking away to find their son you had caught the tiniest of glimpses of black braids being led off by Principal Weems.
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When you reached the Principal’s office you were quickly shooed away by Wednesday, she claimed this was her own family issue to deal with and that you didn’t need to get involved. With that you didn’t really know what to do, there was no family of yours here at the moment and you highly doubted that Ares would make an appearance in your life for a second time.
You decided on simply drifting around the school while you waited for something to happen, you had to admit inwardly that the whole ordeal had made you rather lonely as you were much too used to having a family unit around at all times. It was these thoughts that led you to lean over the balcony overlooking the quad, watching all the families interact gave your heart temporary content. “May I?” Came a voice from behind you and you watched as Xavier leaned against the railing next to you, “you asked and I did not answer yet you acted anyways, not a very wise approach” you muttered, not quite in the mood to argue too heavily.
Xavier ignored your comment as he looked out at the crowd, “I don’t know how much of this family togetherness I can handle, my dad has never shown up to one of these” he said sourly, keeping his head down at the families gathered below. “It is very rare a man is a good caregiver, or it was in my time, I see many fathers now a surprising change of the new world” you responded as you watched Enid’s father in particular as he stood and said nothing about how his wife and daughter interacted.
“you seem to be adjusting okay, I mean you speak the language now and you almost died defending a man…” Xavier trailed off towards the end as he could feel your eyes boring into his side, “you and Wednesday are so similar but so different at the same time” he threw out in hopes of changing the subject. You hummed as you thought of a response, it was true, the two of you were very headstrong, sure of yourselves, and had the stomachs to brave things that would make others squirm. “I have lived through the very things she merely has interests in, I doubt that is of her own will, you kill one person in this age and they label you a murderer, if they knew how many I have slain they would have to create a new word,” you said with a small laugh as you pushed yourself off of the railing gingerly.
“How many?” Xavier called out as he watched you start to walk away.
“5,467,” you said solemnly as you continued your trek to wherever your feet would carry you next.
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Being surrounded by a pack of werewolves would have had you on edge in your first life but now it merely made you extremely uncomfortable, you did it to yourself really, you could have ignored Enid’s calling of your name and the plead for help in her eyes but you didn’t, so you had no choice but to brave the situation. The family and yourself were sat at a table eating silently, your meal of choice was fruit drizzled with honey it was light compared to their plates stacked full of meats. “Are you going to make me ask?” Enid’s mom spoke as she chewed, it seemed to you that many things have changed about werewolves but manners had not when it came to the matriarch of this family.
“Oh this is Y/N, she’s an Amazon who got-“ Enid’s sentence was interrupted by her mother with a wave of her hand, “I’m not talking about her, have you wolfed out yet?” She asked bluntly, and you could see the resentment filling Enid’s eyes as she hesitated to answer, “no” she said softly averting her gaze from her mothers to yours, “well that is a disappointment” her mother's voice came in the form of a grumble from the side of you. “Watch your tongue, that is no way for a mother to speak to her daughter, if Lady Leto could see you she would strike you down, be thankful she hasn’t whispered in my ear to do it for her,” you said with a pointed glare, venom lacing your threat, you may not be the best of friends with Enid but you knew how impactful a mother’s hatred could be, and the sweet she-wolf did not seem the kind to rebound from it as you had.
It seemed to work enough for the woman to turn her annoyed gaze in your direction as if you were the one who was out of line. You stared deeply into her eyes, watching as her features fell and she turned away, excusing herself from the table. “Thank you,” Enid said as she reached across the table to put her hand above yours gently, “what did you do?” She asked as she gestured to her mother who was eyeing you nervously from the buffet table. “I merely let her look into my eyes long enough for her to see how many of your kind I have slain, a way to let her know I would not hesitate to add another if she should berate you again,” you said as if it were no big deal, and gently brought a strawberry to your mouth, and the red liquid dripping down your chin made Enid snatch her hand back, “I almost forgot you don’t like werewolves, don’t kill my mom”, she scolded with a childlike pout.
“I like you enough to defend your honor, take pride in that she-wolf, it is not a privilege many have,” you said as you cleaned your face and looked up as the sheriff walked through the door.
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Watching Gomez get arrested was rather amusing, but not more amusing than watching Wednesday Addams pace back and forth in front of you as she thought over options, it was strange seeing her so preoccupied with the well-being of someone else, but you had always believed that under her veil of disliking her parents, there was a deep-rooted need for them.
“I do not understand why he would lie, my father may have a thing for theatrics and an absurd love for my mother but he does not have it him to commit murder as an act of passion,” she said as she finally stood still and looked at you, “you read the file, what do you think?” She asked exasperatedly.
“The way it describes it and what you told me your father says it seems the man had far too many goblets of wine and came to seek revenge for some one-sided argument, your father did not kill him I am sure,” you said, you had interacted briefly with the man through the crystal ball and had seen in his eyes a still child-like wonder that someone who knows what it is like to take a life would have lost.
“Whatever the case may be I have, my brother, and his ridiculously emotional nature is dependent on me freeing him,” She said before starting her way out of the room, “come we have to find my mother”
The search quickly lead to the nightshade's hidden gathering place, the Addams family matriarch was there silently taking in the radiance of the room. “So the two of you are nightshades?” She asked as she slowly turned to watch as you descended the stairs.
“No, they failed their first impressions, could not get a bag over her head, and then called her my dog” Wednesday spoke monotonously, holding her hand up to you started to question who had called you a dog, “you know why we are here mother, we all know father did not kill him, so tell me the true story while I still have time to clean his sullied name” she demanded as she finally stood straight across from her mother.
As the two of you listened to her story, Wednesday’s face brightened in enlightenment, while yours twisted in confusion, surely a tale of killing someone intent on harming you did not qualify for any sort of punishment. Nevertheless, you listened as the pair in front of you bounced their ideas back and forth until they both reached the same conclusion.
“Nightshade poison” echoed throughout the hidden chamber.
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You were many things and you were bound to become many more, but grave robber would not be one of them you thought as you stood next to Morticia watching Wednesday dig up Garrett Gates's body. “This reminds me of when we got you your first grave digging kit” she started before turning to you, “she was so happy she nearly smiled”. You let out a soft chuckle before your response, “that would be a strange site indeed”.
“And why is it exactly that you aren’t helping?” Wednesday said from within the ever-growing pit. You leaned over the edge to peer down at her, “I have no interest in disturbing the dead” you said as you heard the loud clang of the shovel making contact with the casket that was quickly thrown open. You grimaced at the appearance of the corpse, “I am glad no one could simply stumble upon my body and see me like that”.
Wednesday scoffed as she broke off a finger from the corpse, “unless you ingested nightshade poisoning you would have been nothing but a pile of bones.” She said as she climbed out, and just as she did a voice came from the darkness. “Guess there’s gonna be an Addams family reunion in jail tonight, you’re all under arrest” you tensed and turned at the voice before you felt a firm hand on your shoulder.
Morticia held you firmly, with her other hand in the air as she began to walk forward, bringing you along with her as Wednesday closed the gap and walked alongside you, you spared a glance her way, “an immortal snake” you said simply, watching as she cocked her eyebrow in question, “that is how I died, I wonder if he still guards my tomb” you said before silence filled the rest of the journey to the police cruiser.
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“Cupid must have shot them both multiple times” you muttered to Wednesday as the two of you stood away from the married couple who were kissing loudly. “It’s as if they would perish without one another's touch,” she said in agreement before she pulled out Garrett Gates cloth wrapped finger and turned to her parents, “come, neither of you are suited for a hard time, and luckily enough I have a way to get us out of here”, as she spoke she pulled the finger out of the black handkerchief and her head snapped back.
“What is happening to her?” Morticia asked looking at you expectantly, “her head snaps back when she is seeing things, did you not know of her ability?” You asked with your head tilted, Wednesday hid many things but the way she talked to you about being a seer struck you as it being common knowledge, but the way Morticia’s face fell made you wish you had bit your tongue.
It did not take long for Wednesday to come to, “what did you see?” Morticia asked quickly, one could not blame a mother for being eager to learn about her daughter following in her footpaths. “Garrett was not just trying to kill father he was going to kill the whole school under his father's orders with a vial of nightshade, it must have shattered during your fight which means he was already dying by the time you stabbed him” she explained quickly, “I know how to get us out”.
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It felt strange not being more of a vocal presence in the scene in front of you, both mother and daughter taking turns berating the sheriff for his incompetence. You were much too used to being the one to put men in their place, though the scene in front of you brought back fond memories of time spent with your trusted advisors arguing with the rulers of other states of Greece.
As the three of you walked out of the courtroom, you could not help but comment, “you would have made an excellent Amazon” you said as you looked at Wednesday with a wide grin before turning and looking at Morticia, “you would have too if you were not enamored with a man” you said with a sigh and at her pointed glare you added, “he seems to treat you fairly”. Morticia seemed satisfied with your statement as she turned to talk to her daughter.
"Wednesday I am sorry that I have done something to make you uncomfortable with telling me about your visions, but I want you to know that I am here for you and will always be here for you, for whatever you need" Morticia spoke softly, and you watched as Wednesday's eyes and stance soften to match the warmth of the conversation at hand. "I have been unfair to you mother, I should have turned to you when my visions began, they happen whenever I touch something or someone and they are of either the past or the present," she hesitated, even when speaking to her mother it was hard to admit to having a weakness, "I can not control them and it worries me"
"our visions are centered around our views of the world, given my disposition my visions are positive, which makes me a dove, and you my darling of the dark, are a Raven, your visions tap into the macabre nature of things woven into the world, I wish I could help you control your visions but that is not how they work," Morticia explains, gauging her daughter's reaction.
"that who can help?" she asked with an inkling of the solution, that may have already been revealed to her.
“I have the spirit of an oracle, in a little jar, perhaps she can help you control your visions” you offered as you stood next to the mother and daughter in front of you. “How sweet of you darling” Morticia complimented softly, she found it endearing how you strived to help even in things you were clueless about. “But only one of our ancestors can help with your abilities Wednesday” she continued as she turned her focus to her daughter.
“Goody,” she said back, “she has reached out to me”. You watched as Morticia tensed at the name, “be careful Wednesday, Goody was a powerful witch and her vengeance pushed her too far, being a Raven you are strong, and your visions more potent, do not let her lead you astray to madness” she spoke strongly, before taking her leave towards Gomez with Wednesday in tow.
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Watching all the happy families say goodbye made the sullen mood you had pushed down for the time left in the visitation period since it had surfaced, reappear in your heart. You had wandered around the wooded area surrounding the school to avoid watching any more sweet interactions that you weren't sure you could stomach. Your wandering lasted until night had claimed domain over the sky, and only students and teachers were left on the grounds. Upon your return to your room, you discovered Wednesday sitting on your bed, "I was beginning to think you had gotten into another battle with the beast" she said, with would you dare to say that there was a hint of concern in her tone?
You sat next to her leaving a reasonable amount of open space between your bodies as you watched her avoid physical contact with her own family for the whole day, a soft sigh left your lips, "this weekend has shown me just how different the modern world is and has made me feel again as if I do not belong" you explained, wringing your hands together. The parental relationships you had witnessed were jealousy-inducing, your mother had deep seeded resentment towards you and you had interacted with your father once yet you could not rid yourself of his presence, and it felt like the world was no place for a child of war anymore.
The bed springs creaked as Wednesday moved closer to you, welcoming the weight of you leaning against her shoulder wordlessly, and the Raven hoped her actions would speak the words she had no hope of voicing;
You belong here with me.
Part 8
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Author's Note- I titled this one a little differently as some sort of self experimenting, just wondering if Cherish Me Before I Perish, Please did as well as it did because it was more recognizable as a Wednesday Addams x Reader piece, or if people like things that tend to go outside of what the show was about, which this series will do as well.
Cherish Me Before I Perish, Please- Wednesday Addams x Reader
Warnings-Angst, Sad stuff, no happy ending.
Word Count-2.5 k
Authors note: Do not suffer in silence, it is not worth it my friends.
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When you started your relationship with Wednesday you did your best to be accommodating, focusing wholeheartedly on her needs and the limits she had set, willing to do whatever it took to make it work.
Never reaching for her hand in public settings, accepting her barely there compliments as if they were made of gold, and forcing yourself to be okay with the few moments you got to spend together each day, that you also had to seek out, otherwise, there would be no moments.
You always heard that love was a two-way street and that there was a lot of give and take, so you convinced yourself that you were simply a faster driver and you did not need anything in return for all that you were willing to give lulling yourself into the belief that she would eventually pay it forward.
You watched throughout your years together at Nevermore as she obsessed over mystery after mystery, never once filling you in, despite your asking. You looked passed her probing when you became the target of her investigations. Telling yourself that it didn’t sting as much as your brain told you it did because you were an open book anyway. Willing to bear your deepest secrets, fears, and ambitions to her, gaining no deeper look within her character.
An ember of hope even sparked up inside your slowly dimming eyes when she mentioned that Enid had given her a phone, if she was as fond of the written word as she seemed to be surely texting would be easier.
The fire never had a chance to burn, smothered within a day.
You had written out a good morning text, carefully curated to the specifications of what you considered to be the flavor of her love, going as far as to use multiple spelling and grammar checkers to be sure it was perfect and scheduled it to be sent the very minute she woke up. You figured within the two hours that you would still be asleep, she would write back, perhaps express an appreciation for it.
You woke up with a buzz, a smile on your lips, and emotions fluttering with anticipation. Until of course, you flipped your phone over, the smile fading as you scrolled through the notifications then desperately opened your messages only to see that it had been read two minutes after she woke up, but there was no response. Your roommate had described the look on your face as the single most heartbreaking expression they had ever seen. Yet you pushed on with the relationship through to after graduation.
Wednesday had gone off to college studying forensics in pursuit of becoming a bloodstain splatter analyst, you followed willingly as neither of you had even made the slightest indication that your relationship had ended. The Addams family had purchased a cabin for the two of you not too far off from her school.
With Wednesday focused on her studies, you cared for the home between your projects. You had made a comfortable name for yourself as an artist, you were thankful that there was a spare room for you to work in. Living together brought back the small oxygen-choked flame, you woke up together every morning, shared every meal, bathed together, and spent your spare time together sitting on the couch in the living area with classical music floating around the wooden building.
It was one of those very evenings that Wednesday had pulled your hand out from under the confines of your heavy blanket and wordlessly slid a ring onto your finger and lifted her hand to display her own. “Forever” she whispered as she captured your lips in a chaste kiss. That was enough to reel you back in, not even the way she dismissed a proper wedding at your questioning as “a ceremony to display our affections in front of family members who will only discuss our undoing with a facade of goodwill at our cost” could damper your mood as you brought her closer to you for the rest of the night and you melted at the way she allowed you to.
You took to being a spouse well, you decorated the house in her light, and held hour-long phone calls with her parents to learn of any customs you had been skipping out on and recipes they knew she loved. You lived for the slightest look of approval in her eyes as they scanned over a new decoration and the smallest of upturns on the points of her lips at the taste of a childhood dish.
It did enough to satisfy your craving for her affection for the first year of the promised forever, but there were only so many decorations you could find in her style and only so many recipes you could master until her well of approval and curved lips ran dry. Your anniversary had passed silently, your celebration being a warm bath together in silence with a glass of wine apiece.
Morticia had called the morning after to ask about it, always interested in her daughter’s love life knowing she could squeeze more from you than she ever could from Wednesday. The two of you spoke as you sketched a piece, you spoke of how you were struggling to find new things that your wife would like to see on her walls and recipes from the family cookbook you had borrowed.
“Oh darling” Morticia sighed softly as she read through the laugh you had let out after your comment hoping to mask the pain, “while I’m sure Gomez would approve of your complete devotion to making everything about Wednesday, it is your home as well and you deserve to leave your mark on it just as much as she does,” she said sadly as she met your eyes through the crystal ball and watched as your composure cracked ever so slightly, holding just enough for you to dismiss yourself with an excuse of needing to meet a deadline, stumbling over your words.
It was the worst thing you had ever heard, a confirmation from someone else, someone who knew more about love than anyone else ever would or could no less, that you were a ghost in your own home. Your presence was invisible to anyone who did not know you lived there.
It broke you.
To the point that you spent the rest of the day sobbing into your bare pillow, you had messily removed its pitch black case as you did not need to be reminded that Wednesday’s mark was the only thing in your home, your thoughts focused on which of the many things you had not hung up or had not cooked you would do first.
Until you heard the gate alarm ring and you stood, wiping your face and walking downstairs to greet Wednesday at the door as you always did, and your heart stung as she paid no mind to your puffy eyes and disheveled hair, simply dragging her hand across your hip in passing before she walked upstairs.
The next few months were an intense one-sided struggle. As you did your best to place your mark on the house, one day you would put up a decoration of your chosen theme but due to her passing glare of disdain, it would be gone the next day and you would watch intensely as her eyes shifted to where it was and while she would say nothing you could see the pleasant look within her dark orbs. One night you would cook a meal you had grown up on, excited to share a meal of your culture with her until she ate it as if she was just going through the motion, paying no mind to the story of how it became one of your favorites, the leftovers were thrown away and you were left feeling embarrassed.
The time spent together after her arrivals faded during that time as well. What was once nights sat next to each other on the couch became nights where she would go to sleep early and leave you alone on the couch stewing in your thoughts until it no longer felt right to sleep, instead you would pour your heart out into your art and sleep while she was gone during the day.
None of that had pushed you passed your breaking point. It all hurt but there were still moments you could clutch on to, it was not until she broke a promise did you completely collapse.
Your birthday and Valentine’s Day had passed with little fanfare and your anniversary was quickly approaching. The two of you were out to town to meet her parents for dinner, window shopping as a way to kill time before the reservation. Your hands were linked one of the things that kept your hope alive if this were years ago the two of you would walk side by side barely brushing against each other.
You had come to an abrupt stop outside a craft store you had never visited, as most of your art supplies came from the same place they did when you first got serious about your work, like most artists you had a trusted process and had no interest in changing it. Yet there was something so alluring about the watercolor palette on display in the window that you were convinced it would be worth the risk, nearly marching into the store before you felt a tug backward. “Come love I would like to get this evening with my parents wrapped up sooner rather than later, I will get you the palette for our anniversary,” she said as she attempted to walk away.
You stubbornly stood still, lips downturned in a frown as you held up your pinky expectantly. There was that smile you yearned for forming on her lips as she closed the gap between you, linking her pinky with yours and leaning in to kiss your neck softly with a promise whispered against your skin.
You were positively giddy throughout dinner, happily sharing stories of your work while you held hands with Wednesday under the table the whole time.
Like all the things that had recaptured the hope for your loved one to cherish you, it was fleeting. The day of your anniversary came and you could not help but go all out, two years into forever you thought to yourself, there was improvement on the horizon you swore as you prepared. You had put on your favorite attire, carefully wrapped your two gifts to her, cooked her favorite dish, and set the candle-lit dinner with a skull centerpiece before she got home.
You heard the alarm gate and like the conditioned lover you were, you excitedly stood by the door, greeting her with a kiss on the hand, as you whispered happy anniversary against her pale skin, yet you felt her muscles tense as her eyes scanned the dimly lit house. Black rose petals littered the floor, candlelight emanated from the dining room, and she could not help but tense as she knew she was in the wrong, walking into this beautiful dutifully crafted evening empty-handed.
You both knew she was in the wrong as you sat across from each other wordlessly eating, your polite smile doing well to hide the aching of your heart and the cracking of your spirit. You both knew she was in the wrong as you followed the petals up the stairs and into an awaiting warm bath. You both knew she was wrong as she opened the first gift you had gotten her, it was a human skull albeit a fake one that you had hand-carved a raven and the Addams family crest into. You both knew she was wrong as she read the accompanying letter that spoke about how glad you were that she was yours and that her family had welcomed you in seamlessly. You both knew she was wrong as she opened the second gift, it was a portrait of the two of you in gothic clothing, you were sitting down in a chair with a trademarked Wednesday glare painted on your face, and she stood with her hand on your shoulder, the other holding your heart. You both knew she was wrong as she read the second letter that explained the painting, you wrote of how you did your very best to adopt her mannerisms and anything else that would make her comfortable and about how she would always have your heart.
You
Both
Knew
And yet it was only eating away at you.
So you stood after you didn’t receive a thank you or an apology, and marched down the stairs tears starting to moisten your cheeks with each step of descent. You hid inside your studio quickly, stripping off your fancy attire in favor of overalls and you slid down the walls releasing a heart-wrenching sob followed by a broken laugh that echoed in the room around you.
Wednesday took her time to follow you, sat on the bed looking at your gifts and at your letters silently until her vision blurred, salty tears sneaking their way out of her eyes. When she finally stood from her spot yearning for your presence she looked for it everywhere.
You were not present in the bedroom, its appearance had her name written all over it. You were not present in the decorations that littered the walls, no, there was no color, no happiness, just small collections of bones, preserved black flowers, and diagrams. You were not present in the smell of the house, no it smelled only of the family manor she grew up in and it sent a chill down her spine, how could you have lived here for two years and be a ghost to all of her senses.
When she entered your studio, she watched as you flinched away from her, not able to stop the sobbing or wrenching laughter spilling from your lips. This, this is where you contained all your presence she noted, paint littered the floor, house plants grew proudly in their pots, and projects lined the walls.
There right above you, she took great notice of a series of pieces. Self-portraits. There you were in your Nevermore uniform, eyes shining brightly with a toothy smile. There you were in your graduation gown, hope swirling in your eyes and you smiled wide. There you were at your first art gallery, she frowned at that one, your eyes held pride but there was hurt lacing them, and the small businesslike smile confirmed it and she remembered that look from when she told you she would not attend. Then finally there you were or what was meant to be you was there, she could only make out your eyes and lips, both downtrodden.
It only hurt more when she realized the reference picture that was under each one, she had broken you down over the years and there it was painted and captured in photos,
Forever.
“I will never be like my mother” a phrase she repeated often when it came to love, floated around her mind as she slid down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders with a sob of her own.
Warnings:blood/bleeding, violence, description of wounds, angst
Word Count:2.6k
Part 5
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Wednesday slammed the door shut as she started to berate Thing for setting her up with Tyler for the Raven Dance, "do you trust that boy?" you asked as you did your best to shake the feeling that something was off about him. "he needs to think that I trust him to further my investigation, do not mess that up" she responded pointedly as she started to put on the dress Thing had stolen for her. You walked behind her wordlessly, inner turmoil stopping you from trying to fight against what she had said, if she had trusted you enough to not tell the sheriff that the monster may be Xavier you were forced to pay it back with a favor of your own, you zipped up the dress for her and took a step back as she spun to face you.
"you look" you started to say before she interrupted you, "unrecognizable? ridiculous? stupid for wearing something that objectifies my body for a man?" she said as she awaited your criticism. "you look as if Lady Nyx in all her dark beauty was standing before me," you said sincerely, not able to stop a soft dusting of pink from covering your cheeks. "Thank you," Wednesday said as she quickly turned to walk out the door to hide a blush of her own from your sight.
When the two of you had reached the bottom of the stairs you eyed the boy up and down before stepping in front of Wednesday, standing taller than him you looked down and smiled in satisfaction as his gaze did not meet yours, "one bad word about you, and I will not hesitate to castrate you" you spoke as you slapped your hand down no his shoulder forcefully before stepping out of the way.
A few moments later Eugene finally arrived to find you sitting in the hall picking at your nails in boredom. "where's Wednesday?" he asked. "Wednesday will not be joining us tonight, she is entertaining the courtship of a man in pursuit of furthering our investigation little brother," you said as you stood. "it will be just us, and the monster tonight is that not fun?" you asked, throwing an arm around his shoulders loosely as you started the walk to the woods.
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In the woods, you and Eugene were sitting next to each other leaning up against the trunk of a tree, "2100 hours no sign of the monster" you listened to the younger boy speak into his handheld device. "it is strange how people of this age are obsessed with the passing of time" you spoke as you recalled growing up going by just the amount of light that was still visible. "What were bees like back then?” Eugene asked and you couldn’t help but laugh, it was the most unique question you had been asked of your old life.
“Bees were sacred in my time, to us and to the gods, Zeus the king of the gods was raised on honey to grow strong enough to dethrone his father” you explained as you dug around in your bag, “their honey is one of the ingredients in ambrosia, the mystical healing foods of the gods” you said as you held up your last remaining cube, “and in my tomb there are jars of honey from the bees that lived on my island, if I ever return I will be sure to bring you a jar so that you may taste how pure the world once was” you spoke with distaste as you thought of just how different even the air you breathed had changed drastically.
Eugene smiled brightly, it was nice to have someone that shared an appreciation for nature and bees specifically. “Thank you for still coming out here with me instead of going to the dance” he said softly as he picked at some beetles that were beginning to peak out from the fallen leaves. You hummed, “I could not leave you alone, do not speak a word of this but my nature of hating men does not apply to you little brother” your tone was soft and delicate as if it was the biggest secret you had ever told anyone. “Hummers don’t snitch” Eugene said back happiness dancing through his voice, “Wednesday taught me that one”.
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At the dance Wednesday stood next to the punch table when Xavier came up to her, gesturing to Tyler who was standing off to the side awkwardly, "I can't believe you would come with him" he said with a sour expression on his face. "why must you bring this up as if this dance isn't tedious enough" she said back with a sigh, this whole evening was wearing on her and while she would never tell either of them, her mind was preoccupied with the wellbeing of her two friends that were out in the middle of the woods awaiting a murderous monster.
"because I never got to tell you what he did to me," Xavier said as he eyed the other boy cautiously, now this piqued Wednesday's interest as she could recall you saying that if someone had done something harmful to the psychic it may be the reason behind the constant drawings of the monster. "then enlighten me," she said curiously. "do you remember that wall you asked me about during outreach day?" he asked waving his hand dismissively before continuing, "last year's outreach day he and his friends attacked me and destroyed my mural, it was one of my best pieces and I had to watch as they ruined it because you can't do anything to the sheriff's son," he said with a scoff, "just be careful alright because people like that don't change"
Wednesday nodded, "a sob story indeed, but don't worry I can handle myself" she said as she turned to walk back to Tyler.
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"Eugene Ottinger, 2242 hours, the potential suspect has arrived at the location" came a whispered voice from beside you as you narrowed your eyes attempting to gather every detail of the person who was walking towards the cave with a bottle in hand, a woman of average height, red boots, blue vehicle white top you repeated in your head, searing the details into memory as the cave burst into flames and the woman responsible turned to where the two of you were peaking out from behind the tree, you quickly pulled yourself and Eugene back behind its cover.
"Eugene go and get Wednesday" you commanded, you needed to keep the younger boy out of danger; if she had seen the two of you, she would certainly call upon her beast to take you out. "No way, I can't leave you out here by yourself what if that thing comes, hummers stick together" he whispered back. "Bees listen to their queen, and I, Y/N Queen of the Amazons, am commanding you to get Wednesday," you said, eyes meeting his and you admired the conviction swirling within them but you could see the fear sneaking its ugly head through, "NOW" you all but shouted at him as you pushed him in the direction of the school.
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In the midst of most of the students that attended the dance running around in horror at the misting of red that was pouring from the ceiling constantly, Wednesday stood calmly, letting bodies bounce off of her wordlessly, until someone slammed into her and her head shoot back launching her into a vision. The physic could see you kneeling over, holding onto your side as blood poured from wounds she could not see a pained expression written all over your face. She came to and turned her head to where she felt a hand resting on her shoulder.
"Wednesday are you alright?" Eugene asked as he looked around at all the red liquid that covered the ballroom. "it's paint, what are you doing here? Where's Y/N?" Wednesday asked as she started on her way out of the mess, waiting for Eugene to answer her inquires. "Y/N's in the woods someone came to burn the cave down and she told me to come to get you, what did you see? did I do the wrong thing?" he explained, guilt riddling his voice as his mind jumped to the worst things he could thing of, what if he had left you for dead in the woods by yourself.
"if she told you to come to get me then you did the right thing, I saw her bleeding but she's strong she will be okay we just have to go find her" Wednesday spoke with conviction, outwardly doing her best to calm the younger boy's nerves and inwardly attempting to silence her beating heart as her mind was jumping to the same conclusion, sure you had bested the monster twice but three times would be pushing your luck and she did not know if you were in good standings with whatever goddess was responsible for that for you.
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After sending Eugene away, you left the heavily wooded area, wanting an area with fewer obstructions for the inevitable battle that would face you. After finding a relatively small clearing you quickly went about putting on your armor, pulling it out of your bag piece by piece and snapping the buckles as you tightened each piece in its rightful place. When you slipped on your helmet you heard sniffing from somewhere deep in the forest, followed by thunderous footsteps that stopped abruptly when you turned to look across the clearing with a sneer on your lips.
"you are more annoying than a hellhound that has lost its favorite stick" you taunted the beast that stood across from you in the clearing you weren't sure if the thing could understand what you had said much less understand the reference but you knew it had emotions and you knew you could exploit that, warriors had to be even-keeled at all times during battle. The beast only roared in response as the two of you circled each other, you wanted it to make the first move. You bashed your spear against your shield and dug your back foot into the ground as you braced for the impending charge, your shield held firmly in front of your midsection, eyes peaking over it from within your helmet as its plume stood strong against the wind.
The beast was on you in less than two strides as it launched itself onto your shield, you slide back a few feet on impact, leg muscles straining to keep you up before you swung your shield arm out, the clang as it collided with the monster rang throughout the forest. You adjusted your grip higher up the half-shaft of your spear, standing your ground as you waited for the right moment to strike. The monster stalked it's way back to you, its claws swiping along the gold of your shield in an ear-shattering screech. After the monster lowered its hand back onto the ground you thrust your spear out feeling the tip slide into flesh until it hit bone as the impact vibrated back up its shaft into your hand, you twisted it as you pulled it out, a bloody squelch reaching your ears.
The monster stumbled back, roaring as it wiped its hand at the bleeding wound. From some where else in the clearing a tree branch snapped, breaking the heated stare between you and the monster as you both snapped your gaze to it, you watched as Eugene stepped forward, “she had to be over here” he spoke behind him not realize just what he had walked into. “Eugene!” You cried out as you started running in his direction, the beast having just taken off towards him moments before you did.
It was going to be close too close for your liking as you willed your muscles to carry you faster, lungs burning through oxygen from your uneven worried breathes. Your eyes darted between Eugene and the monster and you saw it’s hind legs tense, so you launched yourself off your back foot, pushing Eugene out of the way just in time to feel teeth clamp around your midsection, and your body being flailed around before you flew through the air into a tree, it splintered on impact and you could feel pieces digging into your body as you gasped for air.
You begged for you body to ignore the pain as you could still hear the monsters heavy footprints over the ringing in your ears. Your muscles burned and getting up quickly mixed with blood gushing out of you rapidly led to spots dotting your sight as you pushed yourself towards your two friends. Breathes heavy with exhaustion and pain as you fought every instinct that screamed for you to stop before you bled to death, so determined to make it you were lost in thought as your iron willed heart argued with your cold calculating mind that you hadn’t realized the beast had ran off until a pair of black boots made it’s way into your gaze.
“You’re going to kill yourself” Wednesday said as she placed her hand to your chest, watching as you fell to your a knee as you had in her vision. “Where is your ambrosia” she asked as she felt blood pooling under her boots, you were losing far too much. “In my pouch” you panted heavily, your spear rolling out of your grip as you dug your fingers into the dirt in an attempt to steady yourself. Wednesday leaned down to reach into your bag feeling around blindly and pulling something out, “enchanted bag, you have to..” you tried to explain before your voice trailed off as your vision blurred further. Wednesday felt her heart beat quicken as she dropped whatever it was she pulled and dug back into the pouch, she was having no luck finding the cube and her body was beginning to shake in rage and in panic, she felt powerless as she watched the life fading rapidly from your eyes.
Eugene could no longer stand by doing nothing, this was all his fault he was repeating in his head, he shouldn’t have left you all alone, he could have helped, he could have done something, he should’ve done anything. The boy riddled with guilt pushed his hand into the pouch, tears spilling freely from his eyes, and he could sense something approaching his fingertips until they closed around a squishy sticky cube, he pulled it out gasping in relief at the sight of the ambrosia you had showed him earlier. He roughly shoved it into your mouth, receiving the quietest of hums of appreciation before your body collapsed onto to the forest floor.
“Is she going to be okay?” Eugene asked as he kneeled down next you, eyes looking up at Wednesday’s and to his surprise there was a glassy coating them that he could only see for a second as she turned her head away from the scene in front of her before nodding, “yes…” she confirmed, “go get Xavier, we can’t leave her here and she’s too much of an oaf for us two to carry” she said receiving a sad laugh in response followed by the crunching of leaves.
Once she was sure that Eugene was well out of ear shot, she kneeled down next to you and removed your helmet, smoothing down your hair and trailing the back of her hand down the shape of your face, “please be okay Y/N” she said shakily, letting herself cry over your body.
It did not take long for you to come back down from the high of battle after your opponent had fled. When you did you approached Wednesday who brought you back inside the remains of the old meeting house and sat you down as she went about cleaning you up, you had to be somewhat presentable at least if the two of you were to avoid any suspicion from Principal Weems.
She had thing bring her a spare cloth she had in her bag and used it to wipe at your bloodstained cheeks, wringing it out in the rain to see the bloody liquid be swallowed up by the earth. As for your overcoat, she could handle the blood, it hadn't dried and the rain would help wash enough of it away so that it just looked like it was wet instead of bloodsoaked, but the matter of it being tattered on one shoulder would have to wait until you returned to the school.
Once she was satisfied with her work and your wounds had stopped leaking, the two of you made your way out of the ruins and back toward the town where she was cursed to perform. It was along this journey that Xavier came across your paths.
"woah is she okay?" he asked eying the deep gashes on your cheeks.
"she is more than okay I don't believe I have seen her look so sickeningly happy since she appeared" Wednesday explained as she eyed the boy in front of her cautiously. "why exactly are you here?" she asked pointedly. "well I overheard your conversation with Tyler when I was sitting with her and I wanted to make sure you guys would be okay" he explained, worry flashing through his eyes.
Wednesday paused, "I saw Joseph Crackstone in front of me as clearly as I am seeing you now, he had all of the outcasts locked in that meeting house and burned them all to death".
"So what he was a murderous pilgrim from 400 years ago, it has nothing to do with the present" he shot back. Wednesday glared at him, "That is rich coming from the guy that was flirting with a multi-thousand-year-old Amazonian, just over an hour ago" she said, before she started walking faster away from him, "I believe Rowan was right, something bad is going to happen and I need to stop it, starting with that monster whoever it is." she concluded as the two of you left a dejected looking Xavier in your wake.
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Weems paced back and forth visibly shaking with anger, hands making motions that words were meant to follow but the right ones couldn't leave her tongue. The principal had to take a deep breath before she could speak, "Ms. Addams, you and your friend are already on thin ice with me, I may not have hard evidence about the statue, but you parading her around with fresh wounds on her face is outrageous, now I have the sheriff and mayor asking about this mystical monster" she said pointedly, resuming her pacing as Wednesday stood from the chair next to you.
"You can continue to pretend that there is nothing out there and that Jericho enjoys their relationships with us Outcasts but I will not go along with that, I am willing to do whatever it takes for the truth, either we write our story or they do, you can not have it both ways Principal Weems" she shot back as she stood tall and confident against the towering gaze of the headwoman.
The older woman huffed in annoyance before pointing to the door, watching the pitch-black braids lead the way out of them, calling after the pair of you, "and teach her English, I don't want any questions from the sheriff about why we have a student that clearly can't learn the curriculum."
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Wednesday sat clicking at her typewriter as Enid held up pieces of clothing for her date with Ajax, sighing nervously before flopping onto her bed, "what exactly is she doing out there?" she asked as she watched a green flame glow on the balcony outside. "I am not sure, she has been rather emotional today," Wednesday said as if the word emotional was poison spilling from her lips.
"You're one to talk, Thing told me allllllll about your little blush" Enid taunted as she lifted herself to watch Wednesday's reaction. "I mean I get it, she is attractive and all, especially with all that intimidating I could murder you vibe, totally your type, add in some blood and a vicious smile, and I can see how someone might call her oh what was it again" she paused in mock thought, "oh yeah bewitching!" she said with a small laugh.
Wednesday stood from her chair, and glared daggers at the werewolf, "Thing can not be trusted, he likes to cause trouble for me and that is all that he is doing, I can assure you I am still as blackhearted as the day I arrived" she said as she heard the window swing, and you walked in.
Your hair was chopped roughly and your spear was broken in half, the smell of burning hair and wood lofting inside and a look of annoyance on your features. "What the hell did you do to your hair?" Enid asked in shock as she stood up and walked around you looking over the damage.
"I cut" the words felt foreign coming out of your lips and you struggled through each simple syllable, but you managed to say them to your own and the two girls' surprise.
"We are so going to talk about this when I get back from my date with Ajax," Enid said as she looked at you giddily before all but skipping out of the door. Wednesday was equally as curious, "explain yourself and give me your name" she demanded as she sat back down in her chair. You looked deep in thought as she stared at you awaiting your response, "I sacrifice half of spear and hair for learn modern tongue and enchantment, I am Y/N" you spoke slowly as the words came to you, gesturing to your spear that disappeared, a golden ring appearing on your right hand, and hair as they were mentioned.
"whatever god you prayed to has left you missing some pieces," she said with a sigh as she turned back to continue her writing.
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Wednesday had instructed you to stay while she and Thing snuck out to the morgue, claiming that she didn't need your brute strength and fight first find out later mindset on a venture for information. So you sat patiently in her chair, doing your best to adjust to your new-found linguistic ability. It was frustrating to hear your Latin inner voice be interrupted by the unsure English one.
Before you could drive yourself too crazy, the door swung open and a werewolf with a tear-stained face stomped in before throwing herself on her bed. You watched quietly with an emotionless expression, you had not had many interactions with tearful people in your life.
"Can you believe it? I tried so hard to make him notice me, sat here for hours trying to pick out my best outfit and doing my best makeup and he doesn't even show up, not even a text explaining myself, I can't believe you ajax" Enid sobbed as she lifted herself to look at you tearfully, her social nature begging for emotional support from another person.
"you cry for man?" you asked as if it was the most ridiculous thing you had ever heard of, men weren't much thought let alone tears. Enid huffed dismissively, "I don't know why I thought you would be any help, I don't even know your name, all I know is you are just like Wednesday when it comes to comforting someone," she said trailing off to a murmur. "Y/N," you said with a jovial tone to your voice as you felt comfortable saying your name. "Well Y/N yes I am crying for a man, I wasn't raised around a bunch of men-hating warriors" she explained softly, feeling guilty for judging you, you were only acting by what you knew.
"men not worth tears she-wolf, many of them will court you even if you are beast," you said back with a shrug of your shoulders. "you even give compliments just like Wednesday," she said with a sad laugh.
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The next morning you sat in class and for the first time could follow along, though botany was not the most exciting topic in the world to you, it was nice to be able to follow along… up until you couldn't, why the hell was everyone so excited about a bird's dance you thought to yourself as class was dismissed.
"Wednesday, what is this Raven Dance?" you asked as you followed her out of the classroom and out towards the woods. "A ball of sorts, nothing you need to be concerned about" she explained with a wave of her hand, "we have more important things to do" she added as she gestured to a shed that Xavier had just walked out of.
Walking in and turning on the light revealed a bevy of drawings of the monster you had fought twice now, you stared into the drawn eyes of the beasts, "never seen these eyes" you said as Wednesday walked to stand next to you. "what do you mean?" she asked not sure of how you could have fought the thing and not seen its eyes.
"all things have one pair of eyes, lycans do not get new eyes when they change, they only change shape but when you really look you can see they are the same eyes, I have not seen these eyes" you explain.
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"I can not believe that the Wednesday Addams is going to the Raven Dance, we're gonna have to get you a dress and some accessories" Enid squealed bouncing up and down excitedly across from her roommate. "I did so out of self-preservation, I do not care for the dance, you should not get your hopes up" she explained solemnly, she had hoped that the previous interactions between you and Xavier would have made him ask you instead of herself but the lanky boy did not spare even a glance in your direction as you stood outside of his shed.
"Oh but I am getting my hopes up, we need to go shopping and I know just the place, we can even get something for Y/N here in case someone asks her," Enid said looking over in your direction.
You were sat at Wednesday's desk, sharpening your spearhead, "I do not dance, I will look for monster and kill it," you said a dangerous glint in your eyes not taking your eyes off of your spear. "the only thing you're killing right now is my vibe, come on we have to go shopping" Enid shot back with a pout and doing her best puppy eyes. You glanced up and snorted "she-wolf you look like a wounded pup do not make that face"
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You do not know why you were trying on these dresses, but you had been instructed to stay with Enid while Wednesday went to talk to the sheriff, citing that he could not know about you. Each one was too tight and made of fabric you were not fond of. "she-wolf if this is your form of torture it is working" you said as you all but ripped the latest one she had thrown at you off of your body. You walked through the curtain in front of you, a scowl on your face as you came face to face with Enid who averted her gaze quickly and quickly threw a dress she had in her hands at you, "Put some clothes on Jesus Christ Y/N" she whisper yelled at you.
"If you tell me to put something else on I will kill you and I have slain many of your kind" you growled as you snatched your uniform from the ground. "I am done shopping I must go find Wednesday," you said after coming out of the dressing room again this time fully dressed. Enid had a sad disappointed look in her eyes, you could not help but pity the poor wolf, "you looked best in the pink I am sure it will impress whatever man you hope to court" you grumbled as you stalked out. "you're the best murderous friend I know!" she called after giddily skipping to the counter with the dress you had complimented in hand.
It did not take long for you to find Wednesday, she was caught in an argument with Tyler, you walked up beside her and stared at the boy in front of you. As you watched his mannerisms not paying attention to what the pair were arguing about, you felt your body subconsciously tense as you caught his gaze for just a second.
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You, Wednesday, and Eugene stood inside the bee keeper's hut, looking over the board of evidence that the braid-wearing girl had just finished putting up. “Oh that spiral, I know where that is you guys,” Eugene said as he pointed to a drawing that you two had stolen from Xavier’s shed. “Show us,” Wednesday said and the three of you quickly began your journey to the cave.
“what were you doing out here Eugene?” Wednesday asked as she held up the drawing of the cave in front of her, it was an exact match. “This place is ground zero for horny Gypsy moths,” he said as he eyed the entrance. “Do you think it’s in there? I am not a huge fan of enclosed spaces” he said nervously. You clapped your hand on his shoulder, “do not worry friend I will kill it before it kills you” you said with a smile as you crouched to walk into the cave.
You kicked at the bones that laid scattered on the cave floor, sighing in disappointment at the lack of action. “No monster just bones and chains,” you said as you lazily motioned to the pair of chains dangling from the wall. “someone must have been keeping it here” Wednesday concluded as she looked around for anything that could help her win over support from the sheriff, eyes landing on a claw that stuck out from the ground, holding it up to you, “look familiar?” She asked as she looked at the still fresh scar wounds on your cheeks.
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You were standing inside Xavier’s shed again watching Wednesday dig through the bin of messy rags. “It is not him,” you said firmly, “you are only saying that because he flattered you in a drawing, you’re an Amazon I thought you hated men” she shot back as she pulled out a bloody rag and slipped it into a bag. “Watch your tongue” you shot back, “I say it because I am sure of it, this beast has killed many and the boy does not have killer eyes” you dragged a hand down your face in frustration, “you are blinded by your need to be right, you must trust me, I would not lead you wrong by my own heart and can not by the curse your family holds over me,” you said as you looked down at her eyes pleading for her to recognize the truth in your words.
"so he just happens to draw pictures of it down to the very location of its cave?" she asked, now the raven-haired girl was annoyed with you, very annoyed, how could you possibly question her detective work all signs were pointed at Xavier directly. "all seers see things, perhaps he knows this monster well in its human form and it did harm to him and now he can't escape it," you said, you had worked closely with oracles in your homeland, you knew just how hard it was for them to stop seeing something until that something came to fruition in one way or another.
As Wednesday rose to rebuke your statement Xavier walked in, "What are you two doing in here?" he asked roughly as he walked forward aggressively, "why do you draw the beast?" you asked stepping in front of Wednesday, he sighed in response. "it's been haunting me for the last couple of weeks, I do my best to stop it but I can't, I come here to draw it, exercise my demons sort of thing" he said gesturing to the painting on the easel. "this one was really bad, I couldn't stop it from coming out and scratching me" he said as he pulled down his collar to reveal wounds that matched yours.
You nodded thinking over what he said carefully, it seemed to match up to your thoughts on the situation, but before you could say anything else Wednesday spoke up. "is your demon inside you the reason you drew the exact location of where it was chained up at some point" she asked holding up the drawing.
Xavier scoffed, "that's why you asked me to the Raven huh, to cover up the fact that you were in here snooping around, and think that I'm the monster, I should've known,". Wednesday stared at him before she spoke, "It was nothing personal".
"Just get out," he said angrily as he gestured at the door shaking his head in disbelief.
The pair of you walked out silently, "are you sure it's not him" she asked not looking at you, "certain" you said softly, receiving a barely audible huff in response.
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Later in the night you and Wednesday were packing to go stake out the cave to see if the monster would return. "I dropped off just the claw, if you are sure it is not Xavier I will take your word but if you are wrong, the pain you will receive will be greater than anything you can ever imagine," she said as she pushed some supplies into her bag, you scoffed "I spent hundreds of lifetimes in the fields of punishment due to this curse, whatever you may have in store will be nothing compared to what the furies unleashed upon me daily as time rolled in upon itself to the point I could no longer tell it was passing," you said coldly as you felt the sting of their whips lashing against your back once more.
Wednesday felt something deep within her being, was that empathy? she asked herself as she tried her best to stop feeling bad for someone else as it was a weakness she could not show, swallowing down a lump she did not wish had formed she looked your way, "do you have everything you need?" she asked.
"spear and shield," you said holding your wrist and right hand, "and ambrosia," you said holding up a small golden cup. "why didn't you use that when you fought the monster the other day," Wednesday asked with a look that said you were the dumbest person she knew. "this is my last piece, for emergencies only" you gestured to your scars, "not emergency".
There was a knock at the door before she could question your idiocy any further, "it's Eugene, let's go" she said as she swung the door open, she froze seeing Tyler standing there holding a corsage.
When you looked up from placing your last ambrosia cube into your pouch and your eyes met his mid-sentence as he talked about how genuine and sweet the note Wednesday had supposedly written him was, you felt the increasingly familiar coiling of your muscles and shortening of your breath.
Authors Note-Just a quick little story for my first post that focuses on Enid because this scene popped into my head and I felt compelled to write it out before it left my head.
Word Count:918
Warnings:N/A
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The idea had made its way into you brain a few weeks before on one of the few nights Enid would have plans with Wednesday instead of with you.
You put Snow Dogs on in the background as you caught up on your homework, it was a favorite movie of your childhood but you hadn’t seen it in so long that some details were fuzzy and it felt like the right time to watch what used to be your comfort film.
When you finally closed your textbook and started to pay attention to the movie, you watched as Ted bite Demon’s ear to get him to calm down and listen to him, and a shit eating grin spread across your lips. You were determined to try it on Enid whenever the right moment arose.
You had to wait awhile for it which was surprising. Enid was usually filled with chaotically good energy, it was one of the many reasons you were drawn to her in the first place. It was as if she could sense you had something in mind for her because she would stop herself mid ramble instead of going on nonsensical tangents that you would sit and listen to with a smile on your face and eyes full of adoration for the way she cared so much about just about anything.
But as you knew it would, the moment finally came, the night before Valentine’s Day. The two of you were laying face to face in your bed, enjoying each others presence when you noticed the slightly anxious shake in her movements.
You tilted your head with a small frown, “is everything okay love?” You asked as your hand brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.
All the resolve she had collapsed at your soft tone and gentle touch, and she reached into her pocket, pulling out a rectangular black box.
“I wanted to give this to you tomorrow but I can’t stop thinking about like what if you don’t like it you know?”, her fingers tightened around the box as she felt your hand going down to meet hers.
“And if you don’t like it that’s fine I mean I understand we’ve only been together for five months two weeks three days twenty one hours and a few minutes but who’s counting” she said with a nervous laugh, eyes looking anywhere but into yours as they were before you had asked.
“but this is like a big thing atleast I think it is, maybe you won’t even think it’s that big of a deal and that I’m freaking out for no reason, but I don’t wanna mess this up because I really really like you and one day I want to have a cute little family with you” she rambled on her voice wavering with nerves.
This was perfect timing you said in your head as you leaned in and kissed her cheek before trailing upwards and nibbling on her ear lobe, you heard her next sentence die in her mouth, and you pulled away with a smile, “there’s no way that actually worked” you laughed.
Enid looked at you with confusion on her features, awaiting an explanation. “Have you ever seen snow dogs?” You asked receiving a shake of the head no.
“Well in the movie, this guy has never worked with dogs before right, and his dogs don’t ever really listen to him so people keep telling him to bite the dogs ear for it to listen and he finally does it and the dog stops growling at him and listens to him, and when I watched it the other for the first time since I started dating you I wanted to try it to see if it worked” you explained with a lopsided smile.
Enid blushed deeply and averted her gaze, “I really hate that it did work” she said smacking her hand against your chest with a small laugh. “Open the present before I get nervous and you have to bite my ear again” she said as she finally pushed the box into your hand and released the death grip she had on it.
You brought it up to eye level and opened it, inside was a handmade bracelet of colorful gem stones, the two sides joined together by a heart with an E in the middle.
“I love it” you said sincerely, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks, as you rolled your finger over the heart. “This is beautiful Enid, now everyone will know I’m yours huh, as if they had any doubts” you teased before slipping it onto your wrist and moving the box out of the way so you could lean in and kiss her lips softly with a whispered thank you.
Enid was buzzing with excitement as she crawled over to your side, laying her body weight onto yours entirely humming at the way the steady drum of your heart calmed the rapid beating of her own and the rich pools of love that flowed within your eyes reflected within her own.
“So when we do have this cute little family of ours, would you be having puppies or human babies I’m not all knowing about werewolves yet?” You said with a playful smirk to break the comfortable silence.
You definitely deserved the scoff, slap and roll of the eyes you received, but it was all worth it to feel her body shake with laughter and feel her lips against your cheek afterwards.
Sneaking around was something much more your speed although you never were one for the keep watch part.
This is exactly why you stood with a sour expression on your face as you listened to the sound of Wednesday’s pencil scratching on paper.
You were growing bored as not even one innocent passerby had come across your sharp vision.
Just as a soft sigh was leaving your lips you felt a sharp finger in your side and you turned expectantly, watching as the shorter girl snapped her fingers twice and the stone statue started to scrape and twist itself to reveal a stairwell.
You followed Wednesday down it eagerly, the thrill of all the endless possibilities that may lie at the bottom of them oozing out of you.
One could only imagine the disappointment you felt as you saw nothing but books and pictures, hardly worth having a hidden entrance to, you thought to yourself as you stood behind Wednesday silently watching her pick out a book, looking over her shoulder to see her piece together the drawing of her and a weirdly dressed man with the quad on fire.
As you watched her slip it into her bag, the hair on the back of your neck stood up, someone was here and watching you. A breath behind you echoed in your ears as you dropped down, sweeping your leg around you, cold calculating eyes meeting a masked figure and as you looked up you realized just how many there were.
You flicked your wrist, your shield popping out, and oh how badly you wished your spear was concealable.
Standing up you held the shield in front of you, your other arm reaching behind you in an attempt to guard the smaller girl who simply brushed passed it and stood next to you.
“who dares breach our inner sanctum” came a disguised voice.
You heard a sigh from your side as Wednesday spoke, “you can take your mask off Bianca, besides they won’t protect you from her” she said with a soft nod in your direction.
You watched as the semi-circle of people unmasked themselves and realized you recognized a few of them from the competition earlier in the day, at this you relaxed, you had already bested them all once, and you could easily do it again.
“Well, what should we do with them now? This is for elite members only and you two are not elite material” Bianca spoke with sourness lacing her tone.
Xavier walked towards the two of you, flinching as you mockingly threw out your shield arm you couldn’t help but laugh at the man that easily cowered in front of you.
“I say we invite them to pledge, Wednesday is a Legacy and well her mute dog here follows her everywhere” He says as he looked you up and down.
“Really tough to insult a woman who can’t understand the language you speak, and I can save you the trouble neither of us would have any interest in whatever it is you have going on here” Wednesday spoke, distaste swirling in her eyes, she was beginning to detest Xavier more with every one of their interactions.
She strode forward confidently, and as one of the members stepped in her way you roughly pushed them aside, following her up the steps before she paused to look down at the semicircle of disgruntled faces, “you give a bad rap to kidnappers if you can’t put a bag over a mute dog and the runt of the litter” she said before turning sharply and continuing up the stairs.
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Sitting in the bus wearing your Nevermore Uniform was a form of your own personal hell, not only did you not appreciate the way the uniform sat so tight against your neck you felt that you were being strangled, and whatever modern-day contraption you were in, hissed and lurched forward and stopped abruptly as you shifted in your seat. As far as you were concerned this was as close to death as you had ever felt, and you had died before.
Wednesday had to send pointed glares your way every few minutes that would stop your jittering before it picked right back up again at the next sound of the bus moving.
You were much too eager to get off, following Wednesday but as she walked over she pointed at Enid, “sequere eam” she said watching as a sour looked formed on your face but you trudged along over to the werewolf as Wednesday walked over to the boy you had scared earlier in the night.
“Salve lycan, quid agam?” You asked as you watched her eyes light up as lycan left your mouth.
“Oh that is so cool you know I’m a werewolf, must be part of your whole I’m an undead warrior queen from like a million years ago huh?” She said as she slowly reached down to grab your assignment paper.
“you’re with me” she started before a look of realization took over her gentle features, “oh my god! This is gonna be so much fun, you don’t even know what a pilgrim is if only you know you understood English I could tell you all about them and then you might not look at me like you want to kill me”
“That look won’t go away anytime soon” Wednesday interrupted Enid’s rambling as she held out her own assignment paper, “I need you to switch with me, I need to investigate pilgrim world”
As Enid opened her mouth to protest, she was interrupted again, “Ajax is assigned there, I had Thing look, but if you rather spend the day with her then so be it” she offered to which Enid snatched at Wednesday’s paper slipping her own into the grasp of the raven haired girl, skipping away before anything could be changed.
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This must be some ritual of modern times, change into more and more uncomfortable outfits every few hours you thought to yourself, as you huffed at the heat from the heavy fabric settling into your skin as you held your assigned tray of assorted cubes.
You were stood outside, holding it out in front of you as people came and grabbed a cube and walked by as if you weren’t even there, such a strange thing to do, take things from a stranger and consume them immediately, but you couldn’t help but wonder what they tasted like as everyone seemed to light up at their first bite.
It did not take long for your tray to be empty, so you started to stroll around, surely if you were needed Wednesday would be able to find you amongst the crowd that you waded through effortlessly to reach a wooden platform with some sort of device on it, you wordlessly sat next to Eugene, who looked up at you with a smile.
“Oh hey, it’s weird seeing you without Wednesday, and it’s even weirder not knowing your name but hive members don’t need names as long as everyone gets along,” he said as he offered you a piece of fudge which you took in your hands eyeing it cautiously.
You broke it in half, throwing one half into your mouth, which you instantly spit out, everything about it seemed to insult your tastebuds and you held out the other half to the boy next to you who shook his head as he put his retainer back in his mouth.
Just as the metal clicked back into place the young boy next to you was lifted up harshly and you turned to see a boy standing taller than him as he held onto his collar.
You frowned at the signs of fear riddling Eugene’s body language, he looked much like a dog who had just been punished. It was enough to make you stand up and march forward pushing the boy backwards just as he was about to close the pillory.
“Let him go” came a voice behind you, you glanced over your shoulder to see Wednesday striding towards you.
“oh look the freak is back, and you’ve made some loser friends, or do you have them under some sort of spell,” the one you pushed said as he wiggled his fingers mockingly.
“Yes a spell, that one there,” Wednesday said pointing at you, “does whatever I say and she won’t hold back like I did in the weathervane, now run along before I sic her on you” she finished slowly shifting her finger over to the group of boys and as she went to open her mouth again they scampered away.
“Come on Eugene let’s get you cleaned up,” she said as she placed her hand on his back to lead him away with you in tow.
“I’ve never had anyone stand up for me, let alone two people, I don’t have any friends,” Eugene said sadly as he watched Wednesday wipe away the mess on his face.
“You remind me of my brother, and well I think she just likes to fight,” she said as she watched Eugene’s eyes trail over her shoulder to you as you sat with your back towards them.
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As you walked into the meeting house you were thankful that you didn’t have to stand watch and could indeed go inside and explore, surely something behind this lock would be worth it. Though you weren’t sure of it, it seemed your companion had a knack for sneaking around looking for things that held no real value, to you anyways.
You walked around the room looking for anything that might catch your eye, frowning again at the lack of anything you could use as a sacrifice, no mystical weapons, gold, or anything a god might value. Your eyes landed on a painting, tilting your head at the sight of a woman who looked eerily like Wednesday, as you felt Thing crawl up your body for a better view, it did not take long for the hand to jump off and scurry off somewhere and return with the girl in question.
Wednesday looked over the painting, pointing at the book in the girl's hand, “codex umbrabum” she said as she looked up at you awaiting your reaction.
You nodded as you motioned for her to follow you, bringing her over to a display case where you pointed at the book of shadows that sat there amongst some other books and a rusted dagger.
You watched as she opened the case and grabbed the book opening it to reveal nothing but blank starch-white sheets, taking note of the furrowing of her features, as she placed it back down and started to walk out of the room.
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The Weathervane was a warm and welcoming place compared to all the other ones you had recently followed Wednesday into. You enjoyed the warm color tones and smell of bread baking wafting through the air, as you spectated Wednesday talking to another teenage boy you hadn’t met before from a wooden chair, rasping your knuckles along the tabletop.
A cup was placed in front of you, amber-colored liquid swirling inside as steam rose from it steadily. Xavier took a seat across from you his hands held up in surrender as he slid a small cup of golden liquid towards you, you eyed him carefully, bringing it up towards your nose, the smell of honey flooding your senses. He had brought you tea, perhaps as a peace offering, and the look in his eyes confirmed it, there was a dull hopefulness filling them as he watched your every calculated move.
You poured the honey into the tea, swirling it around before taking a sip, a gentle smile on your face and Xavier’s shoulders relaxed. The lanky teen slid a journal across the table to you, on the page was a drawing of you.
Your eyes widened at the meticulously detailed piece, it was as if he captured the moment you swept his feet out from under him perfectly, a fierce scowl on your face. It was beautiful, and for the first time in your long existence, you felt bashful due to the actions of a man.
It made a pit as deep as Tartarus form in your stomach, yet you weren’t given the opportunity to fully grasp it as Wednesday’s cold fingers gripped your bicep and you had to will yourself up from the chair, sending an apologetic smile over your shoulder as you were lead out of the coffee shop.
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Dark angry storm clouds had filled the sky over the part of the woods you were currently walking, Thing resting casually on your shoulder as you followed Wednesday silently. Coming across the burnt-down remains of some building, you felt the hand on your shoulder gesturing to Wednesday, “I expected more too” she said lowly as she glanced around, not noticing the man standing up behind her.
As soon as his hand reached towards her you closed the gap between you and her, twisting his hand backwards before stepping around Wednesday to fully grasp onto his collar.
You ignored the man’s weak whimpers as you dragged him out the entranceway, hatred in your eyes burning like Greek fire and as you threw him backwards you huffed, you were angry, angry at him for reaching towards Wednesday, angry at him for acting tough and then cowering as soon as someone challenged his act, and angry at him for making you feel childish emotions that an Amazon shouldn’t feel towards a man in such a fleeting scenario.
Your inner monologue screeched to a halt, why could you not shake the feelings that formed from an interaction that lasted mere minutes, and why was it making you so angry.
You stalked back to the ruins with your shoulders tensed the emotional state brewing within you was beginning to weigh heavily on them.
When you finally walked back inside you saw Wednesday on the ground, eyes closed and body twitching every so slightly at uneven intervals.
You sighed not sure of what to do as you sat down on the ground next to her, and it was just your luck that the clouds opened themselves to the world, fat icy cold droplets pricking at your skin.
In any other mood, you would have enjoyed the sensation, and tilted your head up to catch the pure liquid as it fell, but you were in no mood to enjoy yourself, and the situation at hand did not call for it, especially not when you heard a familiar scrape of claws outside the long ago burnt wooden frame.
It was as if your father was watching down on you, knowing you needed to fight, the only way a child of war could ever rid themselves of their thoughts was in combat.
So you stood, shaking your head to move the hair that threatened your eyesight to the side, and flicked your wrist eyes sparkling as your shield sprang forth and you walked outside being greeted with a beastly roar and instantly the monster was on you, landing a swipe across your cheek.
The pain and feeling of your blood dripping down your face only spurred you on as you swung your shield with a roar of your own when it landed across the beast’s face knocking it back a few feet. You watched as it shook its head like a dazed dog before going on the offensive, slamming your fist into its midsection then launching yourself off of one foot spinning around hoping to swipe your shield across, but you felt your momentum stop and you were slammed into the dirt.
Gasping for air you felt it’s claws dig into your skin, starting from under your eye they tore their way to your ear and down your shoulder before you could launch yourself back onto your feet and kick your foot out angrily as you felt a surge of power course through your veins.
Unbeknownst to you, Wednesday had come to from her visions and was about to explain what she saw to Thing when he pointed outside, a red glow emitting through the cracked wooden planks and heavy breathes loud enough to be heard over the rain reached her ears.
She stood quickly stumbling outside, to find you, an aura of red around you, as you stood both arms held out to the side, muscles pulled taunt as you roared inhumanely, and she saw the flash of fear in the monster's eyes before it turned to flee.
You turned to walk back to the ruins, a smile wide on your lips, a frenzied look in your eyes, crimson blood that glimmered with golden flecks staining your face, and raindrops beading down your skin.
“How bewitching,” Wednesday muttered as she breathed in your battle-frenzied state that spewed a viciously victorious aura, she could not stop a pink hue from dusting itself over her cheeks, and now she was thankful for the rain for two reasons.
