Massive Scream Geek

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Y/N, the Red Robin, lands on the roof of the stolen cop car…

Duela: (purrs) hey pretty bird

Y/N; stealing a Gotham PD vehicle is against the law, Duela

Duela: (purrs) ooh is little bird gonna arrest me?

Y/N slaps a set of hand cuffs on her…

Y/N; come on. Let’s get you back to the Batcave

Duela: I’d rather you explore my cave

Y/N blushes as red as their outfit…

[jaxtheghostface]

Y/N: "Now I'm starting to understand what happened with Catwoman...."

[jaxtheghostface]

𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊 |24|

Note: Y/N fanfiction

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N is not the ideal vampire, his ambitious and dreams died years ago. But, when Wednesday Addams rolls into Nevermore, his blood craving returns. He knows the risks, but he has to know her.

Warnings: Graphic Violence

Nevermore Academy: Principal's Office

"That was a disaster!" Principal Weems paces in front of her burning fireplace, looking like steam is about to erupt from her ears. Meanwhile, Wednesday simply sits on the chair with her arms in her lap, unbothered. "The mayor is furious! I've lost count of the angry phone calls, emails, and people in this town, alumni, and parents. They want answers and so do I!"

She angrily points at Wednesday, hence the reason why she's here after the very brazen display that took place earlier this Outreach Day at the town square.

"I would lead the inquisition, but I left my thumbscrews and rack at home." Wednesday quips, showing absolutely no care or shame in what happened today. In fact, she's rather proud of it. She's gone too long without dealing swift and sadistic justice.

"Miss Addams.... you're already on thin ice." Weems warns her with a shaky voice, struggling to keep her professionalism together. "Wafer-thin ice."

"I swear on my late scorpion's soul, my hands are clean."

That was because Thing's hand was the one who dumped the gasoline into the fountain and Y/N's hand that set the fuse. She didn't touch a thing. But she certainly helped.

"I may not have hard evidence, but I see you." Weems promises the girl with a reading glare. "You're a trouble magnet."

"If trouble means standing up to lies, decades of discrimination, and centuries of treating Outcasts like second-class citizens or worse....." Wednesday retorts as she quite literally stands up as well.

"What are you talking about?"

"Jericho." Wednesday plainly points out. "Why does this town even have an Outreach Day? The actual story of Joseph Crackstone? Don't you know its real history with Outcasts? Y/N certainly does."

"Leave Y/N out of this." Weems orders with a protective leer. "He's but a shell of whoever he used to be. He doesn't even have anything to believe in."

"You know his secret?" Wednesday notices before she raises a brow. "How long as he actually been here at Nevermore?"

"That is none of my concern, nor is it yours." Weems shoots her down. "You want to ask him yourself? Be my guest. You'll probably be the only one that will get him to talk, since he's so entranced by that face of yours."

Wednesday doesn't like the way the principal phrases it. But as much as she hates it, she can't help but agree with her on that one.

"But he won't be of much help to you. He's a former shell of whoever he used to be. He's got absolutely nothing to believe in."

"But you do?"

"Of course." Weems proudly states as there's a hint of a smile creeping up. "I know what you're thinking, that I am being explicit in this history's cover up, that we're doomed to repeat it. But that's where you and I differ. Where you see doom, I see opportunity. Maybe this is a chance to rewrite the wrongs, to start a new chapter in the Normie-Outcast relations."

"It's been four hundred years since Y/N cursed this town, and still nothing has changed. They still hate us like Crackstone did. Only they sugarcoat it with platitudes and smiles." Wednesday retorts however, wiping the smile off of her face. She folds her hands in a grave manner. "If you're unwilling to fight for the truth-"

"You don't think I want the truth? Of course I do." Weems passionately interupts her. "Of course I do. But the world isn't always black and white. There are shades of gray.

"Maybe for you." Wednesday comments. After all, her personal belives are literrally colorized in her clothing. "But it's either they write our story or we do. You can't have it both ways."

Weems glares at her for a solid ten seconds. "You're exhausting."

"I know."

Eventually, Weems blinks and looks away with an exaggerated sigh. "Goodnight, Miss Addams."

With nothing but grace, Wednesday turns around to finally leave this boring conversation.

"But you should know......" Weems drops one more thing before she exits the room. "I don't tire easily."

Wednesday glances but doesn't respond. When she steps through the door, she passes by Y/N down the hall.

Despite what happened earlier, she only brushes by his shoulder and nothing more. Her heartbeat still reek of fear and caution, everything Y/N tries to fix. He lets out a disappointed sigh, but doesn't waste time by trying to say anything to her at this specific moment.

He steps inside Larissa's office. And already, she can see just how much Wednesday has taken her toll on the woman. Yet, she manages to keep a somewhat straight face.

Like Wednesday, Y/N looks mostly nonchalant. He stares at the principal and shrugs his shoulders, bored. "What exactly am I doing here?"

"Don't play ignorant." Weems calls him out, looking very unamused at the whole situation. "You didn't exactly try to hide the fact that you played along with Wednesday's little statement at the town square."

"Well, I mean, it was Vivaldi." Y/N mentions as he shuts the door behind him and ambles around the room, thinking that the performance they gave was pretty memorable. Even the one person that he personally dislikes enjoyed it. "Also, are you really shocked that Wednesday did that? I mean, you tried to make her play Fleetwood Mac. I'm surprised she didn't call in an atom bomb."

"Please, take this seriously for once." Weems pleads with him, giving him a very earnest look. "This school has been keeping your identity secret for four hundred years. But pulling stunts like that will draw some unwanted attention, especially now that you've circled back around to your original name."

Y/N does soften up as he walks behind one of the chairs and rests his hands on it. "It won't happen again."

"I have a hard time believing that." Weems tells him honestly. It's the real reason why he was called here. Not because she wanted to give him a simple lecture and expect him to listen. She's smarter than that. "Especially with Miss Addams enrolled into Nevermore."

"Oh, you have an obsession with her, too?" Y/N softly accuses with a knowing glint in his eye. "Let me guess. You see her as your daughter you never got to have? You noticed that Morticia has a strained relationship with her, so you thought, 'well, if she's going to steal my man, I might as well steal her little girl.' Eye for an eye, right?"

Weems hums with a blank expression. "You picked up that up from Doctor Kinbott, I presume?"

"Well, I had to learn something since all of these classes are now outdated for me."

Weems rolls her eyes but looks at him empathetically.

"I know that you've developed an obsession with her. It's not uncommon for Fangs like yourself." Weems notes as she stands up so she can look him straight in the eye. "But it's also one of the main reasons why vampires are feared. Once they develop an obsession with someone, destruction follows and other people get hurt."

Y/N clenches his jaw tightly, his tongue swirling against his teeth, feeling the sharp k9's scratch his muscle. Just like Addams, he hates it when other people are able to read into him, especially since his entire only goal in these walls is to remain anonymous. To fulfil his one purpose in case it ever comes back to life.

"It's not just vampires." He quietly mentions, giving the principal a knowing look. "You would know best, wouldn't you?"

However, Weems creepily smiles in response. "So would you, I'd reckon."

Y/N averts his eyes, which only lets the woman know that she's right on the money. It's almost unnerving just how well she can mentally get into people.

"You shouldn't have let her enroll here." Y/N states, as if semi-agreeing with her own concerns, even if he doesn't want to address them. "It's possible that nothing would've happened if she didn't. It's mid-term, a rare case that you accepted. Heck, she didn't want to be here until she said that Rowan attacked her."

"Oh, please don't tell me you believe that story."

"Actually, I do." Y/N passionately states. His behavior is now anything but sarcastic. "An Addams is in Nevermore, which means that there is now a chance that every single one of us will die. It may be slim, but a couple weeks ago, it was zero. And I promise you, if anything happens to her, it won't just be me that'll be sorry."

"I'm sorry, I'm pretty sure I'm having a hard time understanding your phrasing." Weems raises a hand before giving the vampire a squinted look. "But did you just threaten me?"

Y/N slowly shakes his head.

"I don't make threats, I make statements." He tells her. "But what I told you was simply a warning."

With that, he then turns around and exits the office, leaving Weems to process that as she wills.

After he does however, Weems takes out a folder featuring the graduates of thirty years ago. She rips of the page belonging to Morticia Addams and tosses it into the fire.

Though it does very little.

_________________________________________

Nevermore Academy: Ophelia Hall

The sun falls and the moon rises as Wednesday finally has her writing time back. After suffering through Outreach Day, it feels like it's been too long since she's been able to deflect her thoughts into her typing. And the dark forces know that she has a lot on her mind right now after discovering the harsh truth of Jericho's history and the cowardly role Y/N played in it.

"Too much?" Enid asks in regards to her potential outfit. Wednesday turns around to see her holding a very revealing tank top to her chest, sparking the most human face anyone will ever see from her before she hastily turns back to her typewriter.

"I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid."

"So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD. I didn't even get to do my dance routine." Enid rants like she survived the illegal bombings Vietnam.

"What a tragedy....." Wednesday uncaringly replies.

"What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event?"

Wednesday has to figuratively glue her mouth shut. Though it's a struggle to keep in the anger, knowing that almost all of her peers are as ignorant as the prejudiced people of Jericho.

"You're going to be late." Wednesday says. Not exactly true, but she gets the feeling that they should cut this conversation short before she says something she'll get just a little too much pleasure from.

Enid grabs her coat, her timbers shivering. "Wish me luck."

"If he breaks your heart, I'll nail-gun his." Wednesday promises, if that means anything to her. Enid winces, but somewhat appreciates the gesture as she finally exits the room.

Tap

Tap

Tap

Wednesday stops her writing and turns towards the source, coming from the balcony window. Thing steps out of his napping space. They see a human figure lurking behind the glass in the black shape of a silhouette. It's more male than female, so it isn't Enid returning because she forgot something, not like she would knock anyway.

While Thing is scared, Wednesday grabs the taser from her drawer and stands up to see who it is. She waits for a couple seconds, and then the figure knocks again. Then a third time, and a fourth. So, it isn't someone breaking in, but she's still suspicious.

With the taser behind her back, she opens the glass doorframe only to see nothing but air. Not even a mannequin or a puppet held by bats with strings.

Perplexed, she cautiously closes the door and turns back around.

Where Y/N is suddenly standing there.

Wednesday freezes and Thing jumps up, knocking a few things off of the desk as he hits the floor rather hard.

"Wow, you should've seen the look on your face." Y/N comments with a very amused hum. Seeing her stare at him like that made the whole thing worth it. "I mean, it wasn't much, but I saw of your eyes twitch, and your lips opened at least three inches wide. That's got to be a record."

After the joke dies down though, he pockets his hands and gives her a more serious look. "Are you really that scared of me?"

"I don't scare easily." Wednesday retorts with a defensive glare.

"Really? Because your heartbeat says otherwise." Y/N points out with a deadly whisper. And as he steps closer, he can the pace become faster and faster, despite the cold mask that Wednesday tries to wear.

He can hear it like a cell phone ringing, and it's almost addictive..... which he hates.

Thing finally stands himself back up and looks ready to pounce, but Wednesday holds out a hand, stopping him. She matches Y/N's eye contact intensely.

"Why are you in here?"

"I told you, Nevermore's my home." Y/N reminds her with a small shrug. "I don't need to be invited in anywhere."

"I mean, why are you here, exactly?"

"Oh...." Y/N utters, glancing down awkwardly. Seeing how close they are, he does take a step back, for the sake of her heartbeat hopefully slowing down and not pulling him in to do something he could regret. "I'm sorry, I can't visit my new best friend?"

"We're anything but friends."

"Right, yeah, I guess you made that distinctly clear lately." Y/N acknowledges with a tense nod as he can smell Wednesday's impulse to stake like a pulse vein. "But, I really don't want it to be indelible."

Wednesday squints at him, unconvinced. But she lets him say his peace.

"Look, I think we've been doing this back and forth long enough. And you have a right to see me as a monster. Most of the time, that's literally how I describe myself. But, I don't want you to see me that way." Y/N tells her earnestly. Which is strange, given how little he's been caring all these years. "I just came here to talk, that's all."

"No game of chess?" Wednesday asks. Almost dissapointed.

"No, sorry." Y/N sadly informs her as he leans against her bed frame. "But we could play twenty questions."

"I'd rather not."

"Fair enough." Y/N accepts that answer, as if being able to relate. "Look, all I'm thinking is that, since you already know way too much about my past that I'm comfortable with, I should at least give you the full story. Then you decide whether or not you're going to stake me, call me a murderer, or whatever. I mean, that's all that you want, right? The truth?"

Wednesday glances down. The offer is tempting, but knowing that Y/N has been lying not just to her, but to his own friends as well, makes her reluctant. "How do I know you'll be honest with me?"

"Do you want me to pinky swear?" Y/N playfully asks as he holds up his finger, just for her.

"For me, pink swears usually involve me cutting off the finger with gardening shears." Wednesday mentions like it's a fun fact about her lifestyle.

However, that only prompts Y/N to raise his pinky finger up a little higher for her.

Wednesday rolls her eyes. But, she can appreciate a fellow lover of sadism.

"You got three hours."

"Wonderful." Y/N's smile grows as he steps towards the clockwork window. "You mind if we take this somewhere else? I really don't want to run the risk of a vampire accidently picking this up, or a vanisher possibly listening in from one of the corners of this room..... that happens a lot more often than you think."

Sadly, Wednesday believes him.

"Fine...." Wednesday hesitantly accepts, the hunger for truth being too strong for her to ignore. She then turns to her fellow companion. "Thing, stay here in case anyone else comes along. Do the typewriter trick like I taught you."

Thing frantically taps on the desk in protest, however.

"I'll be fine." Wednesday promises him. After today, she now keeps a holy wafer in at least one of her pockets, though she doesn't let Y/N know that just in case. "Besides, this is a private conversation."

The hand contemplates this for a moment before reluctantly bowing. However, he then aggressively points at Y/N before doing a ton of gestures involving guns, knives, hammers, and barbed wire.

"I understand only some sign language." Y/N admits while looking at Wednesday rather nervously. "But I'm scared to say that I understood every single bit of that."

Hearing this makes Wednesday smirk like an evil clown.

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Jericho: Harvest Festival

Y/N takes Wednesday to the place where she made her second and last official escape attempt. It's now empty, with no living soul in sight. The lights are all off, and none of the rides are moving or carrying kids screaming at the top of their lungs. It's now quiet...... very quiet. Addams is not sure whether she likes or is wary of the new atmosphere.

"Here we are...." Y/N notes as he stops in front of the Ferris wheel, the tallest ride in the entire park. He then turns to Wednesday and earnestly holds out his hand. "Get on my back."

Wednesday blinks. "What?"

"Seriously, get on my back." Y/N insists, assuring the girl that he heard that entire sentence correctly. "You know, like the term, piggy-back ride."

"I'd rather dive headfirst in a pool of acid."

"Come on, I thought we were gonna trust each other, just for one night." Y/N encourages anyway. Although he's trying to be sincere, she notices that small curl on his lip, as if part of him is, in fact, getting a kick out of this. "I promise, it'll be worth it."

Wednesday hates the idea. But, something inside her is telling her to give it a shot. Reluctantly, he walks behind the vampire and climbs on his back, wrapping her legs around his waise and her arms around his neck. Y/N walks to the Ferris wheel and latches his fingers onto it before turning to her with an unsettling smirk.

Wednesday tilts her head with a glare, promising harm. "Don't you dare...."

"You better hold on tight, spider monkey."

Wednesday visibly cringes, and it completely makes Y/N's night.

With only his fingers, he climbs the entire amusement ride without much difficulty. He goes all the way to the very top where he sits himself and Wednesday on the tallest seat that overlooks the massive trees of the woods below.

When the wind stops blowing against her face, and she's given permission to let go and relax again, Wednesday finds her ability to breathe again as she takes in the sight of the wilderness from a different angle than the balcony of her dorm room.

"Would you look at that...." Y/N mutters in slight awe, as they see the lights of Nevermore and Jericho from here. It's no wonder that couples go on this classic ride all the time when the Harvest Festival happens. "What do you think? You like the view?"

"In.... Indeed." Wednesday reluctantly admits as she looks around, feeling the cool air brush against her face. Things are suddenly a lot more visible from up here, in ways that weren't possible thanks to Nevermore's bright night lights. "The stars are very ugly tonight."

Y/N softly chuckles, glad that she can still be herself, even in his presence.

"I did this with Bianca once. I took her all the way to the top of Nevermore Academy. She said she was having issues with her family back home." Y/N mentions out loud. Maybe not the best name to bring up, but there's a bit of sad nostalgia to this. "After what happened with her, I thought I would never do something like this again."

"Did you genuinely love her?" Wednesday dares to ask him the question, despite the fact that she feels like she isn't going to like any kind of answer he gives.

"I don't know, I mean, I'm half a dozen centuries old, and I still don't know what love is." Y/N answers honestly with a bitter shake of his head. "I mean, I think I still care about her, you know? She could make me hate her so much that I want to killer her, and I'll care. It's like my one permanent curse." He swallows deeply. "A curse that's the reason I've trapped myself in this decaying castle, waiting to die."

He lets out a sigh that carries way too much, even for a vampire. After five minutes, he finally looks back up at her.

"Anyway, you want to see if we can find any cool shapes in the stars?"

"I want to know about Old Jericho." Wednesday bluntly answers, wanting him to stop hiding from the subject. After all, that's literally the reason he said he wanted to talk to her, and yet he's still being dodgy. "Spit it out, or I'm jumping off this Ferris wheel."

Y/N frowns, but deeply understands her impatience. He looks out into the dark view, as if trying to see Old Jericho all the way from where they are.

"Whenever I tell someone I don't know how old I am, or exaggerate how long an event happened, it's usually because I'm trying to avoid the truth of how I came here." Y/N begins as he shifts a bit, making the seat tilt back and forth. He shows no reaction, but Wednesday has to hold the handlebars tight, in case she actually does fall. "I was born in 1458. I was the spoiled child of Vlad Dracula. Though, of course, most people know him as Vlad The Impaler."

"You mean....."

"The guy with the long cape and funny accent?" Y/N finishes her question for her. "Yeah, that's all a myth, or an exaggeration from the truth. My family hired Bram Stroker to keep the fear of his legacy alive. Though, most of what Jonathan, Lucy, Mina, and Dr.Steward wrote in their diaries is true. Except for the fact that they didn't actually kill him."

He clears his throat as he continues on, moving back to the topic at hand.

"People said that I was going to be royalty. And honestly, I did enjoy it at first. Impaling people through their rectums with wooden spikes, dipping our bread in our enemies blood, but then I saw this...... girl." Y/N pauses for a second, desperately holding in his emotions so he can tell it all clearly for her. "She wasn't supposed to be on that battlefield. She wasn't even five years old, and my dad just.............. anyway, that's when I decided to get out."

He claps his hands together and rests them against his mouth as he looks up at the stars.

"I went to stowaway on a boat, until I found myself in New Jericho. That's how I met Goody. She helped me, I helped her. Then we fell in love." He squeezes so tight that his knuckles turn white. "That's when Crackstone happened. He took the pilgrims, he took Goody, and told me to find this DaVinci staff or else he would burn them all. Not wanting anything to happen to her, I gave in and stole it for him."

Wednesday is able to connect what he's saying to the visions she received during Outreach Day.

"And he burned them all anyway."

Y/N slowly nods, rapidly blinking and wiping his eyes with one of his hands.

"Goody was never the same. Before then, she was so intelligent, serious, but had this wicked sense of humor. And this laugh..... I mean, when you heard it, it made you laugh as well. It was the cutest thing I've ever heard." Y/N shares with a hint of a smile. But, of course, it's ruined when he has to continue the story. "Then she became bitter, angry, vengeful. I knew what that was, and I tried to force her to leave Jericho so she wouldn't become like me. I thought I succeeded, until a few weeks later, while I was in some meeting with Crackstone, when two men bursts in, dragging her into the rooms by the arms. Just like before, they screamed.... witch... devil spawn.......freak....... they wanted to kill her"

"Seeing I was sure I would kill would definitely leave my blood boiling." Wednesday comments, which makes Y/N softly chuckle.

"Oh, yeah, he as pissed. He thought she was the one causing all the problems in his town, but most of that was me using my position to sabotage him without being suspected." Y/N confirms. "But he was starting to get suspicious. So, he looked me in the eye.... and he told me to kill her, in front of everyone."

Wednesday is afraid to ask this next question, but she does it anyway. "What did you do?"

Y/N pauses, clenching his jaw tightly.

"I drove my hand through her chest and ripped her heart out."

Wednesday feels her own just stopped beating. Him not talking for five minutes after confessing that doesn't make it any less uncomfortable to hear. It doesn't help that she knows that Goody was wearing her face.

"I didn't want to..... Lord knows I didn't want to, but........ she begged me to do it. She didn't want to live anymore, knowing that I let her family burn alive in a meeting house. And I was already dead to her by then. Revenge was the only thing she had left, and she was more than willing to die for it." Y/N continues with a shake of his head, his voice shaking with bitterness. "In her last moments, she took her own blood and left a bloody handprint behind."

He points at his chest, where his heart would be.

"After that, I...... don't know. I think I buried the old side of me for so long that it just all came out like a volcano erupting. I-I blacked out, I don't remember what happened except for the fact that one second, I was holding Goody, and the next, I was surrounding by spikes, dead bodies, blood, and....."

Y/N can't finish the sentence. He hands his face with his hands. His body shakes as a wet squeak erupts from his voicebox. When he drops them, Wednesday notices that his eyes are a little bit more red.

"All I had left was her book where she kept all her spells. I knew I had to at least finish what I started. So I took Joseph's body to Raven's Island, and with Goody's book, I cursed his soul, and sealed him into a coffin with a blood lock so that if anyone of his bloodline tried to get revenge, they would need an Addams' blood to unlock it." Y/N confesses. It's like lifting a weight off his shoulders, but it's also like he's ripping his own heart and smashing it on the ground. "And Goody did not take any chances. I mean, she even reworked the spell, so that if anyone really did try to bring him back, they would need body parts, the element of lightning, and do the ritual specifically on a blood moon."

"You've been here since Nevermore was first founded....." Wednesday utters out in realization, to which Y/N nods in confirmation.

"I change my name every three decades, and pay the school to keep it quiet so I don't have to worry about anyone finding out. And once ATMs became a thing, I was able to easily guess my father's bank information, and tap into his economy whenever I wanted. So, I'm not just a fugitive, I'm a rich-ass fugitive." Y/N confesses with a small laugh. "And every night, I go to Crackstone's Crypt, and make sure that the son of a bitch is still rotting where he belongs."

"I know a lot of people judge my family all the time." Wednesday brings up with a shocked stare. "But that has to be the unhealthiest lifestyle I've ever heard."

Y/N nods agreeingly. "It's Hell."

They sit there in silence for at least ten minutes. Wednesday doesn't know how to process this kind of information, because it involves too much around emotion. Some of it, she hasn't recognized before. Perhaps Xavier was right when he said it wasn't her strong suit.

Then comes the howling. It's not as strong as the werewolves, but the normal animals still give it their absolute best. Suddenly, Y/N cracks this big smile.

"Listen to them...... children of the night....... what music they make."

"I rarely hear something so beutiful." Wednesday finds herself shamelessly agreeing with the vampire, making him smile genuinely in response.

"Something on your mind?"

"I think Rowan was right." Wednesday states. The mere mention of his death causes Y/N to frown. "Something bad is going to happen, and I need to stop it."

"You never give up, do you?" Y/N asks with a knowing smirk, to which Wednesday shoots him a look.

"You'd be more likely to see me naked in the streets of Jericho, singing Fleetwood Mac."

Y/N wheezes before he can stop himself. One snort escapes his nose.

But Wednesday feels like stabbing herself in the chest, hearing him laugh at one of her remarks. She thought this would finally bring some closure on something that's been bothering her ever since she met the vampire. But instead, this only made her inner conflict worse.

Because deep down...... she thinks she may be on a Ferris wheel with the monster.

_____________________________________________

Nevermore Academy: Caliban Hall

After that very long but ultimately satisfying conversation with Wednesday Addams, Y/N makes his way back to the dorm. He steps into the common room where he sees that a few of the guys are still lounging around for late night snacks while they're still there, or other specific reasons. He sees that Ajax is sitting near one of the tables, typing aggressively on his phone.

"I think that has to be the longest text I have ever seen you send someone." Y/N points out in a playful manner as he takes a seat across from him. "And it's so grammatically impressive, too. Are you a shapeshifter pretending to be him? I don't see why you would, given how little he does."

"Oh, shut up, man." Ajax waves him off, his eyes indelibly glued to his phone. "I'm searching for the best look for my date with Enid tonight. I gotta make sure I don't mess this up, or I might literally stone myself."

"Really, now?" Y/N hums, now very interested. He looks at the phone screen over the gorgon's shoulder, making sure to confirm for himself that he isn't lying. "Look at that, my little boy's all grown up."

He scratches the guy's beanie, prompting him to shoo his hand away and fix it. "Stop it...."

Xavier then abruptly marches his way into the room, wearing his casual attire like everyone else.

"Sup, Xavier."

"Hey....." The psychic distractedly greets back as he speed-walks into the kitchen, looking like he's in a rush, or something concerning is haunting his mind right now. It's very common for someone like him, so the guys take that as a hint to leave him be. "Hey, did you guys see a four-meat box in the fridge? I swear I left it in here."

"Nah, man...." Ajax answers, and Y/N shakes his head as well. Xavier lets out an irritated sigh, but continues looking. Only problems is that there are way too many leftovers here that some students here seem to have forgotten.

"Look, it's not that big of a deal." Y/N assures the gorgon, especially concerning him of all people. "You just gotta be yourself. Yes, that advice is outdated. But, keep in mind that you are a ten level-headed stoner that has his mind fogged twenty-four/seven, and yet Enid still has the hots for you. So, you seem to be doing everything right all by yourself."

"It's not that simple, though. I mean, all we've really done is share glances and have thirty-second conversations at best." Ajax points out, the stress still getting to him. "This is the real thing. What happens when she finds out the real me?"

"You're thinking way too much into it."

"Am I? Or are you just underthinking it because you're 'mysterious vampire' vibes gets you the attention of all the girls, even the ones that are taken?"

"Why are you going after me all of a sudden? I'm simply trying to-"

THUD!

"Damn it!" Xavier abruptly curses out loud after slamming the refrigerator door, causing everyone in the common room to jump. They're even more scared when he steps back into the room. "One of you guys ate my meat! Which one of you ate my meat?"

"Dude, nobody." Ajax claims with his hands raised like he's getting arrested. "Calm down...."

"That was literally the biggest meat I could pack. There's no way I'm calming down." Xavier retorts, very passionate about what belongs to him. He snaps his head towards his most likely suspect, the gorgon. "Do I have to start smelling your breath? Because I know what my meat smells like."

Y/N and Ajax share a terrified look.

"And I swear, if you ate my meat again because you were too high to care about what you were putting in your mouth, I'm gonna stick something into your ass!"

Then he storms out of the common room, now with an empty stomach.

Five minutes after they can hear a door slamming shut, Y/N slowly stands up from the chair he was in. "Okay, I'll be right back."

"Bro, where are you going?" Ajax asks him.

"If Xavier Thorpe is in a bad mood, it usually means he's insecure or that something really bad happened." Y/N points out with a knowing expression. And since the Poe Cup was still very recent for everyone, he's pretty certain it's the latter. "Coach Vlad will understand."

Before he leaves though, he snaps his fingers when he remembers something.

"Oh! And make sure to take a shower, alright? If you're going to be sitting with Enid behind the greenhouse for three hours, with other couples making out around you, you should at the very least make sure you smell good.

He clicks his tongue and shoots him a wink before he heads out.

He follows Xavier to his room. Though he doesn't have to knock since he sees the psychic already stepping out, now wearing a jacket.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it." Xavier responds with a swift shake of his head. The overly dismissive way he talks to him only makes Y/N more worried. "Just tell Coach that I'll be back right before lights out."

"Hey...." Y/N grabs his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. But the face he gives him is completely genuine. "Did I do something to upset you again?"

"No, that's not....." Xavier shakes his head with a heavy sigh. He turns to him and crosses his arms. "It was another vision. You know.... Raven stuff."

"Right, the paintings." Y/N acknowledges. It makes sense, it's just rare to see him react this strongly to one. He feels like most Ravens get used to the bad stuff they see. "Okay, cool, I was just making sure...."

"Hey, hold on." Xavier calls him back, though, much to his surprise. "I don't know her that much, but as her friend, I really have to know. Do you really care about Wednesday? Or is it some..... guilt thing you're going through?"

"I care." Y/N answers with a confident nod. "And it's not just Wednesday. You, Ajax, Kent, Divina, Yoko, and....... even Bianca. I know I don't say it a lot, but I care about all of you. Like a vampire with all his wives."

Xavier blinks rapidly. "That was a horrible analogy."

"Yeah, it was..... sorry."

Xavier rolls his eyes. That aside, his response was almost exactly what he was hoping to hear.

"Follow me." He encourages him as he begins walking out of the dorm.

"You should see something."

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Nevermore Academy: ?????????

Xavier brings Y/N out of the Nevermore building, through the woods until they come to a shed that's apparently been left on school grounds. The vampire has seen this before, of course, but he didn't think anybody was actually using this.

"Whoa...." Y/N utters in awe as Xavier opens the doors and turns on the light, revealing an entire museum of canvas art. "You had this here this entire time?"

"Yeah." Xavier nods, before bringing him over to his current piece. "Take a look at this...."

Y/N sees a painting of a horrible monster. Large, bulging eyes, sharp teeth, and the ugliest face he's ever seen.

"Every since Rowen, I've been getting these...... nightmares. These kinds of visions aren't anything new to me, of course. But recently, they've all been going under the same exact theme." Xavier confesses as he points to the monster. "Whatever the hell that thing is."

Y/N's blood runs cold when he looks at it. It's always been cold, being undead at all. But right now, he feels like he's frozen in an ice cube. "Is it the same monster that has Wednesday turning into Pippa Fitz?"

"I'm not sure........" Xavier comments uncomfortably as he makes random gestures with his hands. "But, after my latest vision, I'm starting to think that she's telling the truth-"

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!

Suddenly, the monster comes from out of the painting and slices Xavier's throat before throwing him across the shed. The psychic's body flies and hits the wall with an echoing slam.

"XAVIER!" Y/N screams. But before he can do anything to help him, the monster swipes at him, forcing him back. It pushes the rest of itself out of the painting and sets its sights on him next.

With a sanguine roar, it charges towards him. But Y/N thinks fast and remembers how Wednesday took care of the one that was on his shoulder. He stands up and simply punches it right in the face. And just like that, it explodes into a pit of black smoke. Though, half of it gets on the vampire, almost blinding him.

He wipes it off his eyes, only to see that now his hands are a horribly black-stained mess.

Thank goodness that no one else is around to see this, or he'd be getting canceled. It wouldn't even matter what his skin color is.

Then he quickly remembers.

"Xavier?" Y/N calls out in extreme worriment. He turns to see the psychic writhing on the floor, prompting him to rush to his side. "Xavier! You okay?!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine....." Xavier assures him as he pushes his hand away out of embarrassment than anything else. He's lucky it was one of his painting, or else that scratch would've sliced his jugular. "I'm so sorry, man, that's never happened before. I mean, with another person around-"

"Don't worry about it." Y/N immediately shakes his head. Though he does cover his mouth on account of the strong scent that his wounds bring. "Come on, we should get you some help-"

"No, no, no!" Xavier frantically declines, however. "Nobody can know about this, or I'll become a suspect. I'll take care of it myself, just..... tell the others I'll probably be back late tonight."

"You sure?"

"Positive." Xavier insists with a nod, almost as stubborn as Wednesday. "Go, I'll be fine."

Y/N hesitates but gets the feeling that he can't change his mind. So, he just nods and heads off.

But he'll definitely have some questions for him tomorrow.

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Cobham Woods: Old Jericho

The old man from before has returned to the old meeting house, after Wednesday made herself scarce from the place. He doesn't care what anybody else says, this is the best shelter a man like him could ever ask for, and he's staying here. If that no-good sheriff comes around, he'll fight for his home.

SNAP!

The squatter immediately stands up when he hears a root in the wilderness.

"Who's there?!" He calls out, clutching his camera in one hand. But no one responds to him, and the darkness contrast with the fireplace makes it hard to see.

Then, the wall comes falling down, and the monster bursts into the house.

The squatter screams before being ripped apart by its sharp claws.

During which, the camera goes off, clicking and flashing rapidly.

@lais-chan @needjoekeery @carnivore-spikachu @distinguishedthingcolor @jacenradio7

[writingdose]

insane to me how, to some people, this is not a common sense

[catchafalling-star]

reblogging twice because omfg

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Sometimes I think I write fanfic for my future self, because I tend to revisit old fandoms, and whenever I do (or also when I get into a new one) the best feeling for me is finding a fanfic that’s already there and turns out to be exactly what I was looking for.

I love this

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

btw if you’re kink shaming people, I hope you know that every single person who reblogs this post and I are shaming you

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𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊 |23|

Note: Y/N fanfiction

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N is not the ideal vampire, his ambitious and dreams died years ago. But, when Wednesday Addams rolls into Nevermore, his blood craving returns. He knows the risks, but he has to know her.

Warnings: None

Cobham Woods: Old Jericho

Wednesday wakes up to a heavy thunderstorm, the rumbling sound breaking her out of her vision. She wakes up with a gasp, subconsciously feels her neck, but everything is back to normal. As if she wasn't even harmed. But she still remembers the Y/N that she saw in Old Jericho. The wooden stakes that impaled humans, the same way she found the impaled animals in his closet.

Everything's slowly coming together, and it's hard for her to tell if it's in a way she likes. 

Seeing her shoot herself awake, Thing comes rushing over to her side. He raises his wrist, no doubt wanting to know what happened.

"T-Thing, I saw her! The girl from my visions." Wednesday is way to excited to share with him, not even caring that she's getting soaked in the rain and mud ruining her black coat. "Her name is Goody Addams, just like the portrait in Y/N's secret stash. I believe she's my ancestor from four-hundred years ago. I saw Y/N with her almost every time."

Thing taps a confused response, to which Wednesday frowns.

"I agree. He could be like the women Uncle Fester gets involved with."

Before anymore questions could be brought up about it, Wednesday hears a rough grumble coming from outside the house. The puddle near them tinkles due to a small shockwave emitting from the ground. She shares a look with Thing before standing up, now in defense mode.

She walks towards a small crack in the wall as the sound fades away. She looks through it with one eyeball, but doesn't see anything that could make a noise or frequency that rough. 

"Must have been the bearded man from earlier."

At least, until the sound returns. When she looks back into the crack, she's met with a humongous eyeball staring back at her from the other side of the wall.

Wednesday flinches and steps away. Surprisingly, instead of attacking her, the monster turns around and takes off. 

"Come on!" Wednesday urges Thing as she doesn't want to lose him. "Come on!" 

They see unusual footprints in the mud that they follow in order to track the monster down, but it seems to be much faster than them. They don't see it anywhere, and the intensity of the rain makes it hard for them to see.

More than likely, it's already gone by this point. There's no chance they'll ever catch up to it.

But Wednesday still notices something that might be useful. There's a change of shape in the footprints. She stops and kneels down in front of the pair that match human feet compared to anything else.

"There you are!"

Thing jumps and hides in the bag. Wednesday spins herself around to see none other than Y/N L/N, back to his normal self as he stumbles towards her. His hand over his eyelids in order to block out the rain since he doesn't have any sunglasses on.

"You're human again." Wednesday notices out loud.

"Yeah, thanks to the rainclouds blocking out the sun." Y/N replies while rubbing his forehead with the other hand. "Memory's a bit blurry though. I have this weird lingering scent on my nose for some reason....."

"What are you doing here?" Wednesday asks with a small glint of suspicion in her eye.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here?" Y/N questions her, not sure where that even came from. "I lead you here, didn't I?"

"Yes, but then you left."

"And then I came back when I picked up loud growls and you gasping for air." Y/N responds as he makes sure to stop right in front of her, scanning her entire body for any injuries. Wednesday has to admit that his selective enhanced hearing is somewhat of a decent excuse. "Are you okay?"

 Wednesday takes a step back when she feels like he's getting too close, causing him to raise a confused brow.

"What? What's wrong?" He asks her, which only irks her even more. He should know what has her cautious, and like every time she's asked him how old he is, he continues to play dumb. "What are you even doing? Going on a wet hike?"

"I was following the monster."

"You saw it?" Y/N utters as he looks around with alarm, then snaps his head at her with a slightly heated expression on his face. "And your first instinct was to follow it? What the hell's wrong with you? You could've died."

Wednesday gives him a weird look. "You care awfully much, you know that?"

"Yeah, and I know you really hate that, but it's one of my worst qualities." Y/N remarks without a care in the world. "Did you even learn anything here in the middle of this graveyard?"

"I did learn one thing. The monster is human." Wednesday reveals to Y/N, just to see his reaction. His eyebrows fall and he shifts into a small frown, but nothing that could be considered incriminating. "Its tracks turned from monster prints to human ones."

"Show me."

Wednesday walks back down the muddy road, but all they see now is massive flooded puddles.

"The rain washed them all away...." Wednesday mutters in disappointment. 

"What about that one?" Y/N asks as he points towards somewhere on the ground.

This excites Wednesday. "Where?"

"Right there." Y/N unhelpfully adds. Wednesday has to simply follow the direction of his finger. "Right there, a little to left. Up more. Right there, right........"

Wednesday kneels down, only to find wet maple.

"Oh, sorry.... it was just a leaf." Y/N 'apologizes' with fake disappointment. Wednesday pushes herself back up and turns to give him a very unamused glare.

"Is this supposed to be funny to you?"

"Well, we are in the middle of the woods, soaked in the rain, because you thought you could use me and buildings four centuries old to get free answers from psychic visions." Y/N points out with the stupidest shit-eating grin on his face. Even with that explanation, Wednesday still doesn't find it as amusing as he does. 

In fact, this only makes her even more wary of him.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Y/N asks her, finally taking the hint to drop the humor, but it's way too late for that now. "Does this have something to do with whatever you saw?" 

"I now know why you've been so obsessed with me the moment you pushed me out of the way of that gargoyle." Wednesday tells him with a pointed look, and Y/N waits for the big punchline. "It's because I look like my ancestor, Goody Addams, who you were in love with."

Y/N stares at her with a blank expression for a few minutes before he drops his head with a sigh. "Well done, you cracked the case. But in case you forgot, I'm a vampire."

"Do you really think you can make me fall for you the same way Goody did? You think I can be your second chance after you betrayed my ancestor to Joseph Crackstone?" Wednesday accuses him as she takes another step back, she reaches into her coat, feeling one of her many self-defense weapons she carries. Y/N glares at her, his eyebrows lower with every question she asks. "Why did you wait three-hundred-and-seventy years before coming back to Nevermore? Have you been stalking me before then? Did you know me before then? Do you have some kind of obsession with my family?"

Y/N closes his eyes, tightly. He takes a few minutes, breathing in and out to keep his heightened emotions steady.

"First off...... ouch." Y/N finally says after five more minutes, opening his eyes to stare at her again. "Secondly, what did you see?"

"I saw Joseph Crackstone bring all of the Outcasts to the old meeting house and burn them alive, after you gave him their magical staff." Wednesday answers, making sure every word presses the vampire in some way. "Then you pulled Goody out and made her go on a ship to leave, but when she didn't, you killed her before killing the town's council."

"What?! Why would you-?" Y/N cuts himself off and rubs his face with a sharp exhale. "If this is your idea of how to play detective, you're fired."

"I eat detectives for breakfast." Wednesday remarks before her eyebrows raise. "Actually, I have an uncle who went to prison for that."

"So you can still make jokes. That's good to hear." Y/N comments before thinking his next words out very carefully. "Look, if I wanted you dead, I........ well, I would probably run as fast as I possibly can so that could never happen. But if there's one thing you should believe me on, it's that I would never do anything to hurt Goody."

"Is that so?"

"Yes." Y/N answers with a dead-serious face. He can hear the race of her heartbeat slow, if only a tiny bit. He takes the risk of taking a step closer to her. Thankfully, she doesn't back away this time, but she still looks ready to pounce if she has to.

Wednesday still doesn't trust him. It's funny how she was actually this close to letting her guard down, until the world reminded her what can happen if she lets anybody get too close. And the vampire already knows too much.

"Hey..." Y/N whispers, softly grabbing her face and tilting her head so he can look directly into those black and white eyes of hers. He was closer to her than she thought. Did she let her mind wander to far, or did he use another trick to catch her unfocused? "Look at me...."

He strokes the bottom of her chin, giving her goosebumps, and making the rain ten-times colder. "I may be a vampire, but I'm a man of my word."

Wednesday's breath stops. She never truly believed in fear until she looks into the eyes of Y/N L/N as she sees him now. After a few minutes, she breaks out of whatever hypotonic trace he put her under. She pushes him away with a scolding glare.

"Then you're a fool." 

She walks away, hoping to death that he doesn't follow her. 

Y/N presses his lips together before checking the time by the weather. He goes in the opposite direction. He does a sharp pull of his jacket. This time, with the sun blocked out, he can have full control with only animal blood.

And the wolf sprints down the muddy path, leaving behind footprints that easily get washed out by the rain.

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Jericho: Town Square

After drying himself down as best as he can, Y/N returns to the town of Jericho. No one's come up to him, asking where he or Wednesday went during the volunteering, but he did get one tired look from Vlad which isn't anything new. Now comes the statue dedication, but he's come across an annoying problem that's plagued him since the day he was born.

Xavier comes along and sees the guy glaring daggers at the display glass. He glances between it and him with a confused brow. "You really hate antique dresses that much?"

Y/N sighs as he finally breaks his staring contest with the glass to turn towards his friend. "I have no reflection."

"You..... you're just figuring that out?"

"What's it like?"  Y/N asks him, genuinely curious. "Seeing yourself in glass casings like this one?"

"Well, you're probably better off asking someone else." Xavier answers honestly as the question itself makes him stare at his own reflection, which he can see. "Whenever I see myself in the mirror while getting ready for the Rave'N, I'm thinking....... 'man, I wish I wasn't that guy'."

"You still feel that way about yourself?" Y/N queries with a slightly disappointed look.

"I mean, not as much after winning the Poe Cup." Xavier admits. But he waves a hand around his entire face. "But, be honest, would you take a guy that looks like this seriously?"

Y/N considers that for a moment or two.

"Probably more seriously compared to-"

"Yo, dudes!" Ajax's ecstatic delivery cuts into the conversation as he rolls up, looking like he just won the lottery. "You are not going to believe what just happened to me today!"

Y/N and Xavier share a look. If it gets the Stoner this excited, then it must mean something really big for him. So they start throwing random guesses out?"

"You got sober?"

"What?" Ajax blinks at him. "No, I-"

"You upgraded to meth?"

"Your snakes died?"

"Mom finally texted back?"

"Someone pat you on the head and told you 'good job'?"

"You guys are real assholes, you know that?" Ajax mutters as he gives them a very unamused look, but other two chuckle infectiously anyway. "No, dude, I actually asked Enid out on a date."

"What?" Xavier blinks at him wildly. "Dude, you have to stop smoking pot on the job...."

"I'm being serious." Ajax insists as he lightly punches him on the shoulder, making the psychic flinch a little bit.

"Hey, ignore him. We're both happy for you, man." Y/N makes sure to tell the gorgon, letting him know that they believe him. "Just make sure you take this seriously, alright? After all, the main cause of divorce is marriage, man." He adds as a horrible impression of a Stoner.

"Where did that line come from?" Ajax asks him, oblivious. Y/N scoffs at him in response.

"Don't worry about it."

Ajax pats them both on the shoulders before walking away with the brightest expression he's ever worn, which is saying something. But as Xavier turns to the vampire, he sees him dropping his like he was only wearing a mask for him.

"Hey...." Xavier pats him on the arm, not liking the way he's staring at the wet street. "Why do you look so depressed? You're not happy for him?"

"No, it's just....." Y/N shakes his head, but he can't get the proper words out, so all that comes out is a tired sigh.

Xavier squints at him, confused, until he looks over where the band is going to sit and sees Wednesday giving him unfriendly glances a few dozen feet away.

"Oh...." Is all he can really say once it clicks into place for him. He can't help but stare at Y/N with a teasing smirk. "Yeah, that makes a lot more sense."

Y/N rolls his eyes, hating that darn look he's giving him. He knows he shouldn't let it bother him this much, and yet here he is, right before he's supposed to play a musical for a bunch of nobodies. "Please, don't get involved....."

"Too late." Xavier instantly responds as he walks off anyway, looking like he's about to start something he can't finish. Y/N sighs again as he rubs his face, irritated. 

He looks over and sees Kent leaning behind the bleachers. He's still reading that silly magazine he gave him. 

"Hey, man. What are you doing?"

"Oh, u-uh......" Kent stutters and quickly hides the magazine, trying and failing to pretend that it isn't even there. "Nothing."

Seeing his very unconvinced face, however, the siren immediately gives up with a defeated sigh and he pulls it back out. "Look, I was just-"

"You want my advice?" Y/N asks him, now that he can finally talk back to him. "Find something that you're really good at and stick with it. It may seem pointless as first, especially if it's just a hobby, but it goes a long way. Trust me."

Kent hums as he glances down, processing that in his head. "Okay, but what if I'm only good at something like, acting in p-"

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you there, because I can't answer that question for you." Y/N cuts him off with a raised hand. He lightly smacks on the magazine itself as an example. "Just one thing, that's it."

Then he walks away and leaves him be. He doesn't want to say too much or else he'll start looking like a hero. And the last thing he wants is for Kent to see him that way.

Meanwhile, Xavier Thorpe approaches Wednesday as she's being coerced into setting up her cello near the band members. It's hard to tell what she's feeling with such a blank expression, but he can see a few more rough spots in those brows.

"I heard you disappeared from Pilgrim World."

Wednesday stops what she's doing and turns around. When she sees that it's him, she relaxes only a little bit. "I left that place while my sanity was still intact."

Xavier softly chuckles in response, knowing how that feels since he was one of the few working there. He glances back over at the vampire as he stands in a shaded place, adjusting his sunglasses, before he asks her a specific question. "Anything happen between you and Y/N?"

Wednesday stops and gives him a pointed look. "Why? Did he tell you?"

"No, not at all. That's why I'm asking you." Xavier answers with blunt honesty. "There's a 'bear' killing people and he's my friend. I have a feeling I already know what it's about, but I want to hear it from you first."

"It's none of your business."

"It had something to do with your psychic visions, didn't it?" Xavier guesses with a knowing look. He sees the way Wednesday averts her eyes like she's afraid of being exposed, which makes him think he's on the right track. "When did they start?"

Wednesday hesitates for a minute or two, but eventually answers. "About a year ago. When they happen, it feels like I'm touching live wire..... I usually enjoy that sensation."

"Yeah, but you can't control it and that freaks you out." Xavier points out as if he's a shrink. Wednesday gives him the kind of glance that's unhappy about him trying to examine her character like he already knows her. "Kind of like how Y/N freaks you because you know all this personal stuff about him, right?"

"Did you know that he's actually over four-hundred years old?" Wednesday shares with her fellow psychic. Xavier blinks at her as he looks back at Y/N again. "He was here back when Joseph Crackstone and his pilgrims arrived. He looked the same as he does now, minus the attractive haircut."

"Okay, so he ages slower than most vampires." Xavier accepts with a nonchalant shrug that genuinely shocks the girl. "So what?"

"He sold out the other villages to the pilgrims just so he could save my ancestor, Goody Addams, who he was in love with." Wednesday continues on, thinking that he'll have a lot to consider once she finishes her testimony. "But when she failed to recuperate his feelings, she was just another body to him. Then when she was gone, he moved on to the rest of the pilgrims."

"Yeah, the Jericho massacre, we've all read about that. It's what made Crackstone the martyr so his very name could help build the town." Xavier mentions in acknowledgement, but he still waves off the way she phrases it. "I had those visions as well."

Wednesday squints at him. "You did?"

"Yeah, that's honestly the real reason why I tried avoiding him at first, especially when he started getting close with my now ex-girlfriend. And if you told me all this weeks ago, I probably would've agreed with you that he needs to be watched with both eyes open." Xavier admits, but there's something different about him now. "But after he helped me win the Poe Cup, I think I can tell you that you're only focusing on what's on the surface."

"If that's all it took to convince you, then you're soft and weak, just like my brother." Wednesday tells him with a scolding look. "He once believed this girl he liked when she asked him to the prom. It was only a trap for the kids to tie him up and dump every worst possible substance on him. Of course, I did something far worse."

"Alright, you don't like trusting other people because other people usually hate you, hint taken." Xavier lets her have that. It's not really what he wants to talk about anyway. "You know, my dad's a psychic."

"Vincent Thorpe." Wednesday immediately name drops, fully aware of who and what he is. "My brother's his number one fan. Watched his Vegas Special so many times I'm surprised it's not imprinted on his eyeballs."

"So, I lived with a self-described master." Xavier points out, though he doesn't sound proud about sharing that last name. "And the first thing he'll tell you is that psychic visions can't be trusted. They only show you one part of the picture."

"I saw Y/N in the past as clearly as I'm seeing you now." Wednesday insists passionately. "He impaled the pilgrims through massive wooden stakes and then ripped my ancestor's heart out of her chest."

"Did he? Or did you only see the aftermath of a bloody massacre?" Xavier questions her, making sure she actually saw the entire scene, given how fast-paced visions play out. "Even if what you're saying is true, and maybe it is because that sounds screwed up, what makes you think it has anything to do with what's going on?"

"You mean the bodies being mutilated in the woods, body parts going missing? How he immediately got an attraction towards me just because I look like Goody?" Wednesday points out, making Xavier drop his head with a sigh. "You saw Rowan's drawing. Crackstone was standing in the quad. And why would Y/N avoid getting involved in the Poe Cup for so long if not because it involved celebrating his worst enemy?" 

"You're creating a story in your head and using visions to back it up. They're telling you what you want to see."

"Are you mansplaining my power?"

Xavier snorts and shrugs. "All I'm saying is my dad, the expert, would warn you that psychic ability isn't routed in logic. It's triggered by emotions." He tells Wednesday before giving her a certain look. "And let's be honest, emotion isn't exactly your strong suit."

"Hey....." Y/N ends up stepping into the conversation, out of all people. He sees the way Wednesday is already glaring at him and Xavier looking unnaturally awkward. "Sorry to interrupt, but can I borrow the girl in black and white for a second?"

"Yeah, sure." Xavier nods as he quickly walks away, looking somewhat anxious. 

Y/N looks at Wednesday with a face that's hard to read. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"I thought I made it pretty clear earlier that I didn't want to be a mirror for you to play with."

At first, it seems like it's just irritation and distrust behind those eyes. But there's something else under the wet jelly casing...... fear. Genuine fear, not the kind that fiction believes is screaming and running away. It makes Y/N heart break, seeing that. But he can't really blame her for it.

"That's not........ just answer me this." Y/N lets out a sharp exhale as he grabs Wednesday's arm and drags her farther away from the square where it's a guarantee that even other vampires can't hear them. "Do you know what it's like to hang yourself with a noose, just so you could feel the pressure around your lungs? And then you pull yourself out at the very last second? But you still feel it wrapped tight around your muscle for two whole hours before it eventually fades away?"

Wednesday stares at him blankly. 

"Right, dumb question." Y/N nods as he waves his hands. That sounds good enough for him. "The point is, that is what I want to do every time I see that damn statue."

He's obviously referring to the one in the middle of the square, resembling Joseph Crackstone. The bronze casting him in such a heroic light. Wednesday wishes she couldn't feel the same way, but she does.

"That man brought every single Outcast to the old meeting house and burned them alive. Not because he thought it was 'the will of God' but because he was a sadistic asshole."

"You mean the Outcasts that you sold out?"

"And that's why I'm so pissed!" Y/N exclaims as he looks into her eyes pleadingly. "Is it true that you got expelled from your last school because you killed one boy and circumcised the other?"

"I killed and circumcised both." Wednesday corrects him. "But continue."

"Do you have any of those, um........." Y/N makes a weird face as he struggles to get it out. "Do you have anything like that?"

"Assuming I was thinking the same thing you were because this involves my ancestor....." Wednesday crosses her arms with a stern look. "Why would I want to help you?"

"You wouldn't." Y/N acknowledges, considering what just happened back in the woods. He drops his hands with a defeated. "Fine, forget I asked. Let the people of Jericho celebrate their founding father."

He puts his hands in his pockets and beings to walk away, knowing that there's no way Wednesday would ever want to associate herself with him now.

"Wait."

Y/N stops and turns around with a raised brow. He can see Wednesday looking down with the most irritated expression she's ever worn. But after some heavy consideration, she knows there's nothing she can do to resist the temptation. "Follow me."

The vampire's lips curl upwards as he willingly follows her into an interesting looking store known for fireworks.

An hour later, everyone has finally arrived for the dedication. News press have gathered around the square. Students are sitting in the bleachers, besides the one that are going to be participating. The band is ready. The ice cream vendor is there, and important town members sit together in specific chairs next to the statue. Y/N and Wednesday are also in their place, waiting boredly with the violin/cello in their hands. 

"Thank you! Thank you!" Noble Walker jogs over to the front of the podium, with Larissa Weems right next to them. Both of them have the same plastic smile/grin on their faces, with the same kind of business in mind. "It is my honor to celebrate our town's history and Jericho's noble forefather, Joseph Crackstone."

He gestures towards the statue itself. There's a small pause as everyone gets to stare at it for a couple minutes before he continues.

Wednesday glances over at Thing and gives him the signal with a firm nod. The hand gives a thumbs up before crawling around the bleachers.  

"Now, he believed that with a happy heart and open ear, there was nothing our town couldn't achieve." Noble claims as he speaks into the microphone as if he believes it. But part of Y/N thinks otherwise. "So together as one, our community and our friends at Nevermore Academy, we've built a monument to celebrate his memory."

Sheriff Galpin notices that the man in front of him has already passed out, snoring like a hog. And he can deeply relate.

"Now, may the spirit of Joseph Crackstone be memorialized for eternity!" Noble concludes with his winning smile still on. He gives one point to the band and they, plus Y/N and Wednesday, begin playing. 

It's a peppy arrangement of Don't Stop, but thankfully for Wednesday and Y/N, it's not going to last for very long. 

Then comes the press taking pictures of Principal Weems and Mayor Walker as the latter presses the big red button that activates the fountain the Crackstone statue is built on top of.

Under the bleachers, Thing finally makes it to the end of a trail of fuse. He lights up a match and drops it onto the very tip, lighting the whole thing up. It goes from there to the fountain itself. It almost catches the vendor between the legs. By the time anyone everyone notices the sparks, it sets off the water and a big explosion goes off. 

The crowd screams and panics as it combusts into something of a Hellfire that burns Joseph Crackstone alive like the very pits of Hell he preaches against. Everyone takes off in fear, except for the old man who is still sleeping, even as the stage he's on starts catching on fire. Police desperately try to usher everyone to flee in a safe manner, but it is absolute chaos. 

Y/N subconsciously jumps as well, because it is still fire. But, as he hears Wednesday switch to more agitated notes, he turns to see the most deliciously delighted smirk on her face.

And he would be lying if he said he didn't feel the same way. She then switches the song to something that compliments the new atmosphere, and Y/N follows her lead. Their violin and cello duet takes over the square.

Donovan jumps up and immediately sees who's responsible for this mess. Between the both of them, he stares at Wednesday unsurprised.

Noble watches the scene from behind a van in bewilderment. Weems grips the bleachers tight as she glares at them.

 "Do those fairies normally come out of explosions?" Ajax whimpers as he and the Nightshades desperately hide behind one of the cars. 

Xavier watches the two with a shake of his head and a sigh. "Why am I not surprised it's their fault?"

"I think this is a sign." Kent utters out loud as he goes back to what Y/N told him before. "I think my one thing is Arson."

Divina gives him a look before jabbing him in the stomach. "Shut up, you idiot!"

"It's so beautiful......" Yoko utters in awe. "Of course, it would be even better if it was a person in the burning bull rather than a statue."

Bianca scoffs. "Of course, you are enjoying this."

"And you aren't?" Yoko asks her knowingly. "With Y/N over there?"

Bianca bobs her head with a responding hum, not exactly arguing with her.

Marylin Thornhill reacts almost exactly as most people are at the moment. Nothing super original. 

Coach Vlad shows...... literally no reaction. He just stares at it with his hands behind his back.

Tyler also comes running upon seeing the explosion. He easily spots Wednesday and Y/N having their duet with undeniable passion.

The vampire expected something different. But instead, Tyler is smiling at them. No, scratch that, he's grinning at the sight. Compared to the almost everyone else, he's one of the few actually enjoying the show. He even leans against the bleachers to see the entire performance.

And soon, Joseph Crackstone is pulled back down into the depths of Hell.

 The only thing that will be remembered for eternity is the moment when his statue was melted down into liquid bronze.

@lais-chan @needjoekeery @carnivore-spikachu @distinguishedthingcolor @jacenradio7

[jaxtheghostface]

Cracked Mirror |26|

Pairing: Ellie Alves x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N had no choice but to accept Joe Goldberg's hospitality. But will he become another version of him? Or change course before he crashes?

Warnings: Stalking

Ellie, I love you, I love you in ways that you probably can't imagine. But, I have to say, your sister can be such a drag.

I mean, I've cleaned Kevin up at this point. I pulled him out of the cage, cut him into tiny pieces, put him in a trash bag and took him to Anavrin, and then grinded him up, just like it was done with Jasper. So now, she can enjoy the dusty unclean air of the storage unit. I gave her a band-aid for that scar I gave her. And now I'm trying to save you from yet another kidnapper. She should be grateful.

But then I forget, you got your dirty mouth from her.

"At least you're not like your brother, eating noodles all the time, as fucking bland as he is." Delilah comments as she throws the plastic cup

I thought I could use Kevin's phone to text you, but I've found it to be completely dead. And because it's some antique fucking thing, none of my chargers work with it. You don't respond to my calls, and send me half-assed messages when I text you.

I really messed up, I should've been more understanding. But the aftermath of killing someone for your safety takes time to process. And I can't tech-expert my way into solving this problem.

"So, how long did it took to build this thing? Seems like it would've taken forever, though I'm not exactly an architect."

Let's see, hotels, hotels........

Wait, hold on a second, what do we have here?

Someone taking a selfie, with you right in the background. Let's just play a little bit of geometry dash here, and in the span of about two minutes.....

Oh, social media, you are a treasure. A very dangerous, double-edged treasure.

BANG!

Delilah's fist slams against the glass, denying me any time to celebrate. Like I said, such a drag.

"Come on, can you at least speak to me to five fucking seconds?!" She frantically asks me. Apparently, she doesn't like getting the silent treatment, especially from me. She must get really jealous like that. "You're the one that decided you were gonna keep me in here. You could at least entertain me if your too much of a pussy to hate me."

"Maybe I'm not an expert, given that we've had only one person that's tried it." I turn myself around, giving her the attention she doubtlessly craves. "But if I recall correctly, people that try stockholm syndrome are supposed to be nice about it."

Delilah scoffs out loud in response to this. "I'm pretty sure you would see right through me if I offered to suck you off to get free."

"You could." I humorously suggest. "I do still have a very active sex drive for my age.'

"Hell to the no."

I softly chuckle, knowing that I was going to get an appalled response like that. If I'm going to be stuck in major dilemma, I can at least have some fun with it. We both know that it's going to get worse anyway.

"Why couldn't you just leave me alone?" I ask the woman with a tired sigh. Lord knows that I wanted anything but to put her in the cage. She wasn't like the others that have crossed me. She was, well, justified. "I didn't do anything to harm you, or Ellie, or....... well, anyone that couldn't get away with doing messed up things."

"I'm a journalist" Delilah simply answers. She glares at me like she's trying to melt a few extra holes through the glass. "My job is to expose criminals."

"Really? I must be one myself, then." I jokingly comment as I look her up and down. "Maybe I should expose you."

"I'm not a criminal."

I can't help but laugh.

"It may not be money, but having sex with a cop for a few favors still sounds like bribery to me." I point out, not really caring if it's wrong or not. She's trying to get me to know her or something, but I already know what her plans involve.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

Saved by the bell.

It's coming from Delilah's phone. I practically speed-walk over to it, mentally pleading for it to be you, but the contact on the screen makes up for my disappointment with a good laugh.

"Speaking of whom...." I quip while holding up the phone. Judging by the texts she had, this is a response to her begging him to call her back when she charged into this place, guns blazing.

If only I slipped out of my cage a few seconds earlier, but no use crying over spoiled milk.

"I'll answer it for you." I let her know as I approach the cage, holding the gun. "But if you say anything....."

"I heard you the first time." Delilah interrupts, giving me an annoyed look. But I know she won't. She may be reckless, but she values your life way too much, so that means she values her life when it counts.

I raise the phone to one of the walls so her voice is clear. I can't hold the barrel to her face or anything, but I can look her in the eye like Mike Tyson, threatening to take a bite of her ear. I swipe the green button, giving her the stage and the threat of death.

"Delilah!" Fincher's voice rings through the phone. It sounds urgent, just like the text messages. I speak to Delilah through my eyeballs that she better do a good job of keeping her hound on his leash at home.

"H-Hey." Delilah blurts out a 'casual' tone, guess that means the death staring is working. She thinks she's looking into the eyes of your potential killer, but I would never do anything to hurt you, Ellie.

"D! Finally. What is going on?"

Really? A nickname? And she expects me to just let her out.

"Um....... I heard Ben got another DUI. Uh.... can you confirm?"

I blink at her, silently criticizing her blatant stuttering.

"That's what's so important right now?" Fincher questions her, obviously confused and possibly a little skeptical. Maybe if I twist the gun around a little bit like I got an itchy trigger finger, I can screw a better act out of 'D'.

No, no....... adding pressure is only going to make her sound worse. As much as it makes me anxious, I just have to let her do her thing.

"Girl's gotta pay rent." Delilah remarks. It's getting better. I was right to trust her, as silly as that sounds in this specific scenario. "So?"

Fincher sighs. "Yeah..... but you didn't hear that from me."

Not a criminal, my ass.

"Okay, thanks. Bye-"

"No, hang on! Wait a minute, hang on."

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

"I've been thinking about what you said, and, um....... I want to take you out. Like, a real date." Fincher proposes, sounding really genuine about it, too. He sounds more nervous to me, and he's a grown man. "Are-are you free tonight?"

I watch Delilah's face as she process those words. She's smiling. Like, a real smile. The smile of someone knowing that they might unknowingly disappoint them, then break their heart into a million pieces, while wishing anything else but that.

"I can't tonight." The woman eventually answers, biting her cheek so hard that it could draw blood. "Um, but soon. Yeah, I-I-I'll talk to you later."

"Alright, um....."

I hang up before Fincher can start making plans. I think that's a suitable enough place to end the conversation without any suspicion. Misses D has now earned herself more D. I'm sure you'd be proud if you heard this. It means no more Joe sacking your sister, reminding you of the old us.

"You see that right here?" I point out, pointing at her with the gun. "That's another reason why I shouldn't let you out."

"Then kill me." Delilah coldly responds. "Stop being a pussy and kill me. I'm sure Ellie would really love that."

That kind of sarcasm cuts deep. But, I guess I can't see I haven't earned that. Look at where I am right now, look at what I'm doing. It's pretty clear what you would want me to do, and yet I can't do it. If only we didn't break up, it would make this choice a lot easier.

"The way I see it, the two options should be pretty clear." Delilah states with a blank expression. "You kill me or you let me go, and we both know what you should choose."

"Oh, do we?" I decided to be witty back at her. "And how am I supposed to know you won't just sell me and my brother's information to your cop-friend with benefits right after I find him and your sister?"

"Because despite everything, all that matters is that Ellie's safe." Delilah passionately answers, looking at me with glassy eyes. "You had a reason to kill Henderson. He fucked girls in their sleep and people like Kevin let it happen for their own self interests. That's why you killed him too. But now you have me in your cage, and what would Ellie want you to do compared to those two scumbags."

I don't know, because you don't make any fucking sense anymore, Ellie. Every single excuse you've fed me to keep us from getting back together has gotten more and more confusing. It makes me almost want to shoot myself with this gun just to stop the mental ranting.

The other question is, what would Joe do? That one is a lot less harder to guess. But, I don't like it. Because it really means I have to let her go or give her a reason to kill her. Like, see if she tries to escape the second I open the door, knowing that she'll soon realize she can't exit the door without the key to the storage building. Then I grab her and choke her to death with my bare hands. No, our height and age differences make that difficult. Maybe I'll use a hammer here to bash her brains in and blame it on someone else.

It would be so much easier that way. But this isn't Will or Beck, who barely have anyone left, or someone I have no trouble lying to. I care about you, Ellie. I need to preserve her life.

"Okay, okay. You know what? You're right." Delilah speaks, waving her hand. She must see the thought process through my staring context again the floor. "It'd be naive to just me at my word, so why don't we, um..... come to an agreement? Okay? Let's negotiate. Do you want to buy my silence? I'm game."

Yes, let me just casually pull even more funds from our already thirsty ATM machine. It's not like I've already been secretly spending behind Joe's back or anything. Sex is out of the question. And what the heck can I blackmail her with? Her photos of getting molested by Henderson?

Yeah, real classy, Y/N.

"I don't wanna die...." Delilah finally admits, despite all that bravado. "I don't want that for Ellie."

If I was her friend, I would think that she's about to cry.

"I have a lot of thinking to do." I tell her honestly. I can't just free her after day two, no matter how tight my heartstrings are pulled. "But, I promise you, that Ellie is not going to suffer."

But I have to think about myself, too. Just like you. That is what you want me to do. We're both selfish, Ellie. But, I won't let this situation go bad either.

I grab my stuff and make my leave for now. I have to go find you and my brother. I need to save the two of you, again. That should give me plenty of time to make my decision, assuming it doesn't only distract me from it.

Delilah bangs the wall, but doesn't make as much noise this time, realizing now that it won't have any use.

Most people would probably call me a nerd for being able to pay that much attention in science class. Now, in high school, they obviously can't teach people how to make drugs that could knock a person out for hours, maybe even days, but I happen to know a few things about the subjects. Helps to know people when your brother is secretly a little knife-happy, even to himself.

I also know which doors are locked and which ones aren't. Pays to be friends with the English teacher. And barely anybody actually checks the security camera footage, so I can just stroll inside while I look for the appropriate room. I have science this semester. And if I remember correctly, it should have just about everything I need.

How convenient.

DING!

Just my luck! A text from you!

From Delilah's phone.

What did I expect?

Ellie

Where r u?????

I can read the notification. As much as I hate lying to you, Ellie. I also have to keep up appearances, and I'm busy trying to save you right now. One thing at a time, right?

Only problem is, I can't reply. You know why? Facial recognition.

Of course, Delilah. You paranoid journalist freak.

Well, I guess you'll have to be satisfied with not being potentially taken advantage of in your sleep by another rich man.

"Y/N?"

You have got to be kidding me.

I turn around to see who else could be here at this specific hour. At least it's the one person I usually wouldn't mind catching me un unusual places, if it wasn't for the fact that I was brewing something right at this moment.

"What are you doing? Cooking the blue?" Goetz questions me with a slightly amused smirk. Again, best person to be caught doing weird things. "You know if you're using the Breaking Bad recipe word for word, you're just going to blow yourself up."

"Oh, no, nothing like that." I respond with an awkward chuckle. Now it's my turn to keep a straight face in front of someone who thankfully doesn't know any better.... yet. "I was just, well.... experimenting. Rent is getting pretty crazy, you know?"

"Yeah, I hear you." Goetz slowly nods as he ambles around the classroom with a sigh. He doesn't seem to bothered by my chemistry set, or he's mentally distracted at the moment. Either way, I purposefully block as much as possible from his point of view.

"What about you?"

"Uh, I came here to get some answers for the upcoming test." Goetz answers, though it's hard to tell if that's a reason or an excuse. "My grades aren't doing to well, and.... I really don't want to take algebra again."

"Yeah, I.... I guess that makes sense."

Goetz tries to take at least one subconscious look at the liquid I'm mixing, but I keep his vision blocked so he doesn't see the needle. If he sees those two things together, I might lose the 'bromance' we have.

"I didn't think you cared about your grades that much." I comment out loud without even thinking.

"What? You think I'm the stereotypical teenager?" Goetz says in an attempt to be playful, but raises a hand when I open my mouth. "Don't answer that. Really, I'm just trying to do one thing right in this 'rebellious' phase of my life."

By that phrasing alone, I'm guessing that I was right that he didn't come here to get the answer sheet simply because he was that worried about an A plus.

"You okay?"

"Ah, you know me. The guy more plastic than a condom." Goetz remarks with a shrug. "Stuff with Zack didn't end well, so now I'm back to being the gay B-F-F. Though, I'm pretty sure I won't be for very long if what Ellie said is true."

You told Goetz. Of course, you did. Why didn't I think of that?

Wait, I know the answer. Your older sister in my cage.

"I thought being that guy would finally get me somewhere, but..... I guess the only use its given me is being someone's sidekick. Ellie is going to be sipping champagne with movie starts while I'll be doing...." He lets out a heavy sigh. "Probably nothing, I reckon."

Nothing is a strong word. But there's no shame about being quiet. I certainly revel in it.

"Wow, sorry, I did not mean to sad backstory dump on you like that." Goetz chuckles at himself. "That just came out of nowhere-"

"No, no, it's fine." I say, and meaning it genuinely. He doesn't sound like a stereotype anymore. He sounds like a human, with massive flag waving to declare what his sexuality is and how easy it will be to claim him. This is the best friend I wish I met months ago. "Look, just be yourself. As cliche as it sounds, I can say for certainty that it made you sound a lot cooler right now."

"Really?" Goetz hums, to which I nod in confirmation.

I'm not really sure if I fully believe in that notion myself, but I can see the smile on his face. So, maybe I'm right despite my hypocrisy.

"Thanks man."

With that, he finally starts walking out of the room. Though, he stops at the door, turning around to give me one more look.

"Ellie was an idiot to dump you, man."

He closes the door. The click echoes across the entire building.

If that's true, then why did I feel like complete shit after hearing that? Like I'm being given a lie after giving one of my own?

Now it all makes sense. Just think about Crime and Punishment. What did the protagonist learn after his journey?

I have to accept what I am, and what I will never do.

And for the latter, it's find love that I can keep.

And I can't keep you, Ellie.

So now it's time to do damage control.

[jaxtheghostface]

𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊 |22|

Note: Y/N fanfiction

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N is not the ideal vampire, his ambitious and dreams died years ago. But, when Wednesday Addams rolls into Nevermore, his blood craving returns. He knows the risks, but he has to know her.

Warnings: Graphic Violence

Jericho: Pilgrim World

Wednesday and Y/N continued strolling down the dirt roads of the amusement park. They're going to be gone very soon, so any fudge-churning duty will only be a time killer at worst. But she wants to figure out when this wolf of hers is finally going to become a human again, but he seems half-out of it.

They end up bumping into Bianca on the way there. The one with the eyes of a fish. She continues giving away samples with a casual smile on her face. But once she sees the two of them, it curls a few more inches upward.

"Let me guess, you got caught playing with the closest available chicken eggs?"

"Don't sound too jealous." Wednesday mockingly warns with a calm expression, reversing the siren's arrogant smile into a frown. "How ironic that the queen bee now has to serve."

"Hey, let them eat cake." Bianca remarks with a shrug as she lets another tourist have a fudge sample. "You don't become the favorite by constantly acting superior. Maybe if you understood that, you would've gotten laid already."

"How's that going for you?" Wednesday questions her. Bianca simply stares back, not having anything to respond to it.

But then the small confrontation gets interrupted by the wolf has his instincts kick in again. He walks towards the siren and starts sniffing her gown, trailing around to her genital area.

Bianca makes a weird face, but is oddly not as shocked as she practically lets the wolf sniff her clothes. "Wow, shifting at sunlight again? You must have really been desperate to get out of work."

Wednesday shifts a bit in her step. "You know that-?"

"That it's Y/N? Of course, I do." Bianca finishes Wednesday's sentence for her with an awfully proud smirk. "What? Did you think you were the only one he showed his secrets to? That is so cute." She looks down at him and makes a soft noise. "And look at that, he still likes me~"

She reaches down and scratches the wolf's ears, which he hungrily leans into.

"Oh, I see that I've finished my entire shift for the day." Bianca playfully points out as if it's an actual job. She holds her tray which is now completely empty safe for left over wooden picks. "I'm going to take my new friend who isn't avoiding me anymore and you can go be alone again."

"That is out of the question." Wednesday retorts, however, as she steps forward to cut the siren off.

"Whoa, are you trying to outmatch my jealousy?" Bianca teasingly questions as she crosses her arms to make it even worse. "Seems you and I have a lot in common after all."

"I am nothing like you." Wednesday's first instinct is to deny, especially in her face. "I especially don't enjoy swimming with a naked tale and eating tadpole eggs with a bunch of amphibian slobs."

Y/N mindlessly glances between the two girls, while sometimes scratching the itch his own ear.

"That's nice, but frankly, your opinion doesn't matter anymore." Bianca claims as she pulls out a snack she's kept in her breast pocket and waves it in front of Y/N. The wolf picks up the scent and can't help but follow her.

"Is that even good for him?" Wednesday asks protectively.

"Since when did you care?" Bianca responds as she strides away with the wolf, even mockingly waving her goodbye. "Do me a favor and go back to the local graveyard where you belong! Better yet, make sure to drop dead in an open grave."

With that, Bianca has already disappeared with her new companion. Wednesday's mouth open and closes multiple times. Her jaw clenches tightly, but she looks away so she doesn't look like she actually cares.

With it being so public, someone ends up seeing the whole thing play out and they boldly approach Wednesday while she's in a temporarily bad mood.

"Never seen girls argue over a wolf before." Yoko Tanaka comments quietly to Wednesday with a slightly amused grin on her face. "Strange thing how love evolves.

Wednesday turns towards the other female and almost immediately recognizes her. "You're Yoko."

"And you're the girl that broke into the Nightshade library and turned down an extremely rare offer." Yoko points out with an unreadable look behind her sunglasses. "Anymore painfully obvious statements?"

Wednesday already likes this girl. But, she has other important things on her mind that she wants to talk about.

"I'm curious about Y/N and this not-so-mysterious obsession he seems to have with me." Wednesday bluntly states, which she knows will easily get the female vampire's attention. "I heard that you and him enrolled into Nevermore together."

"Ah, thirty years ago. That feels like such a long time now." Yoko confirms as she looks up into the clouds as if thinking about happy memories that happened only a few weeks ago. "You know, I found his animal collection. Snatching an animal as it tries to run, paralyzing it from the neck down, and then skewering it with a wooden stick. A long and painful process, for the animal of course. At least, that's my version of it. I prefer to keep them alive before impaling them. I've still been doing to the Nevermore gardener to this very day every time he gets a new pet and it turns three years old."

She lets out a soft exhale.

"Their screams before the squishy splat inside their organs is so beautiful to hear."

Wednesday glances down at the grass with a thoughtful hum. "Has he really been here for that long?"

"To my knowledge, yes. Though, since you're his current love, I'll let you a secret." Yoko says as she leans into whisper. "I don't think he came to Nevermore for the company or the lovely torture dungeons. He doesn't like to talk with us anymore after the whole dead-Normie incident, yet his schedule always seems to be so busy. He scares away strangers during the day, and disappears into isolation at night, appearing in his room right when it's lights out."

"Yet the two of you are friends?" Wednesday asks as if secretly skeptical about the idea. "You expect me to believe you've once looked up to him?"

Yoko's expression drops, and as she looks at virtually nothing, lets out a defeated sigh. "I don't think he's ever noticed how much it hurt, seeing him pull away. The Nightshades  still consider him a member."

Hearing this makes Wednesday's eyebrows lower as she tries to imagine that in her head. But it sounds impossible.

"Well, it seems Bianca has just stolen away my only lead." Wednesday grumbles as she crosses her arms in frustration.

"Have you tried using a map?" Yoko jests, mostly saying it as a throwaway.

And yet, that's exactly what Wednesday needed to hear.

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Jericho: Uriah's Heap

The work hasn't gotten any less unnerving, but they've at least gotten used to it now. The more they stare at the taxidermies, the more they genuinely do look like pieces of art. Even if it's a 'walking around in a cemetery and meeting all the dead people you never met' kind of way. And the lady in charge isn't as stern as she is strange.

Enid catches a dirty-looking man ambling around the store, reaching for one of the old antique items. A camera from a forgotten age of cinematography. He stares and touches it like it's already his.

"Can I help you?" She asks as she tries to approach in a friendly manner. But the hobo turns around and glares at her creepily, sending her away.

He growls to himself, tucking the camera into his long coat and exiting the store without anyone noticing.

Enid returns to Ajax who seems to be staring at the same taxidermy for thirty minutes straight now. The male rat as the groom, and a female squirrel as the bride, holding hands for an eternity.

"Oooh....." Enid winces. "That gives me the heebie-jeebies."

"I don't know....." Ajax lightly shakes his head, finding it kind of adorable. "You think squirrels and rats could ever work out? I mean, they're two totally different species."

Enid is confused by the question. She eyes the theory about the rodents, and then Ajax himself. And all of a sudden, it's like a lightbulb going off over her head.

"Oh, yeah. I mean, totally." She blurts out randomly, trying to get the gorgon's attention. "Why not? They both have more in common than you think. Most people are scared of them, so it would just us...."

She crumbles when Ajax looks up at her.

"Uh, them...... against the world."

"Wow... that was..... deep." Ajax comments appreciatively with an earnest chuckle, which makes Enid grin from ear to ear. "You know, by the way, I'm really sorry about stoning you to win the Poe Cup." He then brings up with a guilty expression. "It wasn't cool."

"Oh, hey, don't worry about that." Enid is quick to assure him, not finding it too hard to forgive when it's him in particular. "I'm not mad or anything about losing, especially since Bianca didn't win."

"Yeah, but that literally went against everything I was told. I mean, you're so nice and everything, and I feel like I screwed up." Ajax persists, however, glancing down with a heavy sigh. "Gorgons are taught not to engage. You know, I don't want to accidentally stone someone."

"I'm not afraid of being stoned by you." Enid tells Ajax, making the bold move to touch her arm and squeeze it gently. Thankfully, the gorgon seems to welcome this. "It's just temporary."

"Really?" Ajax utters, surprised. "You mean that?"

"One hundo!" Enid confidently responds, more than genuine. Though, she feels the topic dying down, so she desperately finds another one to latch onto. "By the way, what was it like having Y/N on the team for the first time in, like, forever?"

"Oh, it was awesome. I mean, I kind of wanted him take my seat so I didn't have to stroke all that water, but seeing him turn vampire fish on Kent was ironically hilarious." Ajax answers with a huge grin on his face, before it slowly fades away. "You know, that's the first time he's actually said yes to doing something with the boys."

"Yeah, that checks out." Enid remarks with a silent chuckle. "He seems so isolated and scary."

"He's actually super chill. You just don't know that because you aren't in Caliban Hall." Ajax tells the werewolf with a small shrug, soon followed by a depressed sigh. "A lot of the guys look up to him, including Xavier. Y/N's our boy you know? We just can't say that because we're afraid that he doesn't want to hear it."

"That sounds....... rough." Enid comments with a mixed expression, to which Ajax nods.

"One hundo."

"So, um, I was thinking of sneaking behind the greenhouse tonight. Supposed to be a blue moon. Only happens once every twenty-three years or something crazy." Enid mentions with a hopeful grin. "Should get a killer view from up there."

"Cool. Hey, have fun." Ajax mindlessly nods. "By the way, you know that's where a lot of kids go to hook up, right? I mean, it could get awkward-"

"Ajax!" Enid snaps, making him almost jump into a shelf. "I just spent all morning flirting, and hinting, and trying to act cute while brushing some roadkill just so you would ask me out on a freaking date!"

.....

......

........

"OH!" Ajax exclaims with the hugest smile he's ever worn. "Oh! That's what you were doing."

He begins laughing, making Enid get worried.

"I kind of wondered when you spent so long brushing that opossum's tail." He mentions innocently as the two of them share a very awkward chuckle. "Hey, so you want to meet up behind the greenhouse tonight?"

"Yes!" Enid half-jumps with a giddy expression. "Yes, I do."

"Hey, Ajax!" The proprietor calls out, interrupting their happy conversation. "Can you help me move the badger dentist to the front window?"

Ajax smiles apologetically at Enid as he has to walk away now. But as he leaves, Enid pumps herself up, super hard.

"YES! I can't believe he asked!"

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Jericho: Pilgrim World

The boring footsteps from the tourists and the obnoxious loud screeches of the fake pilgrim employees serve as white noise for Bianca as she sits in a new hiding spot she found, safe from the abominable Mistress Arlene. She rolls back in forth in the wooden rocking chair while Y/N lays down close by, quiet. But there's no tension behind it like there usually is, way too long since it's been like this.

Bianca chews off an entire quarter of the park's favorite sweet with her teeth. She swallows it down in one gulp without trying to savor the flavor.

"I really hate fudge." Bianca mentions out loud, glancing down at the wolf. "Did you know that?"

Y/N just silently stares at her.

"But Divina and Kent really love it. First time it happened, that idiot brought a couple boxes to lunch. I didn't want to hurt their feelings, so I ate it and said that it tasted 'sweet'." Bianca finds herself sharing with the wolf, chuckling at that small desert-based pun. "And now, every week or two, we're expected to bring it and do a 'taste test' of the weird flavors Ye Olde Fudgery invents. There was cherry. One with peanuts. Mint chocolate, gosh, that was the worst one. And I have to swallow that stuff in with a straight face, and puke it out later when they aren't looking, because I care way too much about what they think of me."

She looks down at the wolf as if waiting to see her reaction. Only issue is that it's hard to goad a response out of eyes like that. She lets out a defeated exhale as she decides to do something she would normally hate to do.

She rolls up her sleeve and cuts her arm.

"Here....." She reaches it towards the wolf. "A few droplets should be enough to help you snap out of it."

The wolf, still running on instinct alone, looks up with an excited leer and starts licking up Bianca's wrist. The siren both hisses and giggles at the painfully ticklish feeling.

"Almost exactly how I made you fall for me..."

Then, in the small runtime of a few seconds, the wolf's pupils shift and change until the animal looks a lot more conscious. And Y/N takes off.

"You really love her that much, huh?" Bianca notes as she fully leans against the chair, watching him run out of the amusement park like a comic book superhero in her eyes.

She takes another hard bite of the fudge, this one with a few more tears.

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Jericho: Weathervane

When Wednesday Addams steps into the coffee shop, her attention is drawn to the pin board. Mostly advertisements of various questionable establishments. But one that gets her attention is one of Jericho's high school play. The classic bad boy falls in love with the nice girl he's in a fake relationship with.

She wonders how people are drawn to these kinds of plots. She can come up with a lot more entertaining things, like when she flung her classmate twenty feet through the air with a makeshift human slingshot.

But she should move on to pressing matters. She walks over and dings the tiny bell.

In only a second does Tyler Galpin steps out. "You rang?"

"I need your help."

Tyler softly chuckles. "I had a feeling."

"You know the original pilgrim house, the one from the 1600s?" Wednesday queries him as she pulls out the Jericho guide map from her backpack, unfolds it, and sets it down on an empty booth. "Do you know if it's still around?"

"What's left of it is out in Cobham Woods, but it's pretty much a ruin." Tyler tells her with a slightly uncomfortable look, part of him deeply wondering what she wants by going there.

"Show me." Wednesday demands anyway.

"Uh....." Tyler hesitates for a brief moment, but points at one of the shaded zones. "There, but, look, it's kind of sketchy. Squatters and methheads use that place as a crash pad." He warns her before his curiosity gets the better of him. "What's this about?"

"Nothing." Wednesday is quick to dismiss as she folds the map back up, which only irks Tyler's curiosity even more.

"You're becoming obsessed with this whole 'monster in the woods' thing."

"Would you rather I develop an obsession with vampires and dark metal bands?" Wednesday playfully remarks, causing a small chuckle to escape from Tyler's lips. "Thank you for the help."

"Hey, listen!" Tyler calls out to her, however, before she leaves. When she turns around, he almost freezes in place. "The ruins are kind of tricky to find. I could take you this afternoon. My shift ends at two."

"Principal Weems would hang, draw, and quarter me if I miss the big statue dedication." Wednesday mentions on the other hand, which shoots down that plan. "And as enticing as that sounds, I'd prefer to keep a low profile."

Then, they suddenly hear loud, animalistic growling coming from outside. They look out the window to see a familiar wolf speeding down the streets, not caring about the other people or the cars he dodges past.

Wednesday's lips curl upwards by a few inches as she turns back to Tyler.

"Besides, I already have someone better to escort me through the great outdoors."

"Alright...." Tyler lets her have her way with a sigh, though he looks like he really wishes he could go with her and figure out what she's up to. "Just, um, one more thing. You know Y/N, right?"

Wednesday squints her eyes at him. "I'm not going to be in the middle of whatever cold war you've got going on."

"I'm not asking you to do that." Tyler claims with a shake of his head. "Just tell him I said hi."

Then he walks away, into the back where he originally was.

Outside, the wolf is speed-traveling towards the Weathervane but stops when he sees a familiar face sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. Although he has someone else more important in his mind, he can't help but approach the sad-looking Kent.

"Oh, whoa, hey there, man." Kent utters, surprised to see the animal hanging around out here, but he doesn't seem terrified of him as the others are. In fact, he continues staring at nothing after two seconds.

Y/N sits down next to him, only to see him staring at a blank wall. Not the wall that once belonged to Xavier's mural, an actual blank wall with nothing on it.

"Can I ask you something?" Kent asks the wolf, knowing that it can't verbally respond in anyway. That is exactly the reason why he's choosing to talk to an animal. "Do you think it's true that people's value is based on their intelligence? Like, my parents clearly liked Divina more. They groomed her as the perfect siren, and let me pretty much do whatever I wanted. At the beginning, I didn't mind it, but now that I'm in Nevermore....... I'm always the butt of the joke. And I can't even have brawns either, because werewolves are so much stronger, and the one time I lost a fight in the water, I became worthless."

The wolf growls sadly in response.

"I know, right?" Kent points to him with a grateful nod.

Y/N looks around until he sees one of those stands with comics and newspapers that people barely use anymore. The kind that you see in a grocery store checkout. He walks over, grabs a specific one, and holds it with his teeth in front of him.

Kent blinks at the wolf before slowly taking it from his mouth. At first, he scoffs at seeing the paparazzi pictures on the cover before he reads the title.

"Celebrities with the most surprising hobbies?" Kent reads it out loud with a question mark before turning towards the wolf. "What the heck am I supposed to do with this?"

Y/N growls at him, even though he has no way to understand him. He puts a paw on his shoulder, as if demanding him to read it.

"You know I can't just take this-"

The wolf then drops five ten-dollar bills onto his lap.

"Where did that even....?" Kent wants to ask the animal, but remembers that he can't answer. So, he reluctantly keeps the magazine with a sigh. "Fine....."

"Y/N!" Wednesday's voice cuts into their non-conversation. The wolf quickly snaps his head over to see the girl looking down at him with a serious-business face. "It's time to go to the woods. I assume you know the way around your old home."

The wolf growls, somewhat embarrassed, but in confirmation.

"Y/N?" Kent utters in confusion as he glances between the two. "That's a wolf."

Wednesday gives him a look before the two move on to escape the town of Jericho for a short while, leaving Kent to just shrug his shoulders in bewilderment. But while alone, he gets what he thinks is an amazing idea.

"The gigantic, good wolf....."

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Cobham Woods: Old Jericho

Y/N leads Wednesday Addams through the entire Cobham woods. She's noticed that he's a lot more specific with which way he turns and walks, giving her a strong logical feeling that it makes sense to follow his exact lead. The gray clouds are beginning to move in and cover the sun, but she still keeps track of his determined steps.

Soon, they come across a building that looks like the one they are looking for. The wood is barely holding on, the scorched marks are still there. It makes sense that it's surrounding by dead trees and birds cawing a warning of something evil.

Wednesday sets her bag down onto the floor, and Thing crawls out of it, causing the wolf to exclaim a surprised growl.

Thing stomps towards Wednesday and angrily taps on the dirt.

"No, I did not jump to the idea of replacing you." Wednesday assures the hand, almost annoyed that he would presume such a thing. "I just prefer Y/N a lot better when he can't respond sarcastically."

Y/N growls sarcastically in response.

"Who are you talking to, little girl?"

The two sidekicks quickly tense up when they hear an older man's voice. Wednesday, on the other hand, calmly turns around to see one of the squatters or meth heads that hang around here. If one of them was Ajax or Enid, they would recognize him as the hobo that stole a camera from Uriah's Heap.

Wednesday doesn't care either way, more focused on the insulting titles that he used to refer to her as.

"Use the word 'little' and 'girl' to address me again and I can't guarantee your safety." Wednesday threatens the squatter, who glares at her in response.

"This is my place!" He growls at her, thinking that his height and weight makes him more intimidating. "Get out!"

"A hand here?" Wednesday requests as she glances at the two people behind her.

Thing immediately crawls onto the squatter's face and pulls on his mouth. Y/N latches his teeth onto his filthy shirt and tugs with an aggressive growl. This sends him fleeing out of the house.

After two minutes of hearing the man screaming in terror until his voice eventually fades away, Thing and Y/N eventually return.

"I only asked for one of you to take care of it."

Y/N and Thing raises their hands simultaneously, then they stare at each other.

They engage in a swatting fight that escalates with the hand pulling on Y/N's tail and the wolf subconsciously spinning around, trying to bite him off.

"Enough!"

The two instantly separate, sheepishly staring at her.

"This whole thing was a waste of time. There's nothing here." Wednesday mumbles in disappointment as she mindlessly kicks one of the squatter's crushed cans. She turns to the wolf with irritation. "As a 'history buff', you couldn't have mentioned that you were around during Old Jericho?"

Y/N growls bitterly in response.

Thing says something to him that makes Y/N swat the hand away.

"Will you to focus for one second?" Wednesday scolds them with a heated glare that shuts them up.

Thing mentions all the other times she got a vision unexpectedly as a suggestion.

"No, I can't just touch something." Wednesday regrettably retorts, as much as she wishes it was that easy. "My visions seem to happen spontaneously."

Thing brings up the fact that her parent is an expert on the subject, and would probably tell her if she knew what was going on.

"I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice."

Thing insists however, tapping on Y/N as an example.

But when Wednesday feels the wolf's fur, as much as the conscious Y/N enjoys it, nothing happens for the past five minutes.

"Of course, the one time I need it. When we're finally at the place I keep seeing in my visions, touching you doesn't give me any." Wednesday grumbles as her frustrations finally win her over. She paces around the ruined house, her boots digging into the dirt. "Now you're back to being a decrepit old man in a baby suit."

The wolf tilts his head, which reminds Addams that he can actually hear her this time. Her eyes widen and her head falls, but it's too late. Y/N turns around and exits the building, growling.

Wednesday opens her mouth, but she would rather die than let him win the argument. She already gave it to him once, never again.

Thing watches him go and shockingly feels a little bit. He taps on the ground, disappointedly.

"Don't act like you're suddenly his friend." Wednesday responds defensively. "I told you what my intentions were from the start. Even if I didn't send him the note, he would've followed me around anyway."

Thing accuses that of being deliberate.

"No, I didn't say it because I'm embarrassed from comforting him earlier when he was crying."

Thing retorts this, however.

"There is no 'hiding my feelings' because I don't have any!" Wednesday harshly retorts, kneeling down just to give him another glare. "Now lets go, before Weems figures out we're-"

When she presses on the front doors, she's hit with a sudden shock.

When she falls to the ground, she's hit with a different cold air. She looks up and sees all the ruined buildings return to their prime. She also sees the mob again, still brandishing torches and pitchforks as they surround something so little that she can't see from where she is, but she remembers who.

They shove Goody Addams across the place, intimidating her with the sharp tips of their tools and shouting profanity in her name.

"Burn her!"

"Devil spawn!"

"Beast!"

"Witch!"

"Repent!"

"Begone!"

Y/N watches the scene from behind a couple barrels with another man who is much taller than even the vampire himself. Wednesday is certain that she recognizes him, but can't tell where because it's a much different version of what is being picked from her brain. She watches the L/N stand up to put an end to it right then and there.

"No, master! You're not strong enough!" The other man desperately pulls him back however with wide eyes. "They have fire! They'll kill you!"

"Then let me be killed!" Y/N snaps at the man, glaring into his very eye sockets. "Then I can pay the price for trusting that backstabber!"

"Master, there's another way to save her!" The man pleads with him not to throw his life away so recklessly. "Remember?"

Y/N clenches his fist, but eventually recalls what he's trying to bring up.

"Come, Lurch."

Meanwhile, the crowd looks like they're about to enact their justice onto the poor Goody Addams in the middle of the town if it weren't for a loud, demanding voice.

"Stand aside!"

The crowd disperses a few inches as law enforcement escort the lead pilgrim who is now carrying a medium but magically powerful staff. The one he's been obsessing over in the previous visions.

"Goody Addams!" Crackstone stomps towards the girl, slamming the bottom end onto the ground. "You have been judged before God and found guilty. You are a witch, a sorceress, Lucifer's mistress herself. For your sins, you will burn this night, and suffer the flames of eternal hellfire."

"I am innocent." Goody Addams seethes, staring at him with hate pouring out of her eyeballs, even while on her knees. "It is you, Joseph Crackstone, that should be tried. We were here before you, living in harmony with the nature and the native folk. But you have stolen our land. You have slaughtered the innocent. You have robbed us of our peaceful spirit. You are the true monster, all of you!"

She slips a sharp shiv from under her sleeve and strikes the evil pilgrim with it. But she only manages a sharp slice on his left cheek before one of the guards grabs her wrists and forces it out of her hand.

The crowd bellows.

"Punish her!"

"Burn her!"

"She is evil!"

Joseph feels his wound, seeing the crimson red liquid on his finger tips, and his blood boils.

"The Devil ne'er sent such a demon." He growls before backhanding her hard, sending her to the ground where the guards pick her back up. "And I will send you back!"

"No!" Goody cries out as the mob drags her into the meeting house by force. They clamor as they open the doors.

"YOU ARE ABOMINATIONS IN THE DEVIL'S GRIP!" Crackstone declare with passionate fury as he throws her inside along with more than five dozen others, all natives. Wednesday has to see what happens from inside the meeting house itself. "God had to flood the world of sin in order to create. And I will not stop till I have expunged this New World of every Outcast. Godless creatures!"

He and his guards step outside and lock the doors with a wooden plank. Then he turns to his mob with a sanguine expression on his face.

"SET IT ABLAZE!"

The captives inside scream in terror, pleading and crying. Wednesday sees that they're all chained together, unable to escape from the fate that now awaits them. Soon, the hay around the meeting house ignites, and the wood soon catches fire as it begins to spread.

Goody is frantically looking around until she spots a familiar face amongst the captives. "Mother!"

She tries pulling at the chains herself, but without a key, they are unbreakable.

"There is no time, child." The mother shakes her head in sorrow. "Leave now. Safe yourself. He has chained us all to the floor."

A hatch inside of the fireplace swiftly opens. Y/N's head peaks out through the whole.

"Goody! Come on!" He calls her name as he desperately reaches his hand out for her. "You have to get out of there before the place collapses!"

"No! I shan't leave without my mother!" Goody refuses, eyes glassy. But her mother grabs her wrists and squeezes them tightly.

"Run! Avenge us!" The woman pleads to her, not wanting her to burn while she is unrestrained. "Find the others and save our future."

She and the Outcasts choke on the smoke that wafts into the building.

"Please.... my sweet lamb. Run. Run as fast as you can. You are our only hope!"

Goody is frozen at first. She glances between her and Y/N who is begging with his eyes alone for her to listen. But she eventually stands up, takes the vampire's hand, and he drags her into the secret escape hatch.

They run out of the town before anyone notices. But they can hear the moment the wood crumbles from the flams, and it falls onto the Outcasts, slowly burning them alive one by one.

The soon covers the entire meeting house until it clouds Wednesday's vision. He finds herself earnestly choking as if being in the moment herself.

But then the smoke clears as she instead finds herself in the forest. The blue moon covers the night as three figures are hiking in the forest. One of them farther ahead than most.

"Goody!" Y/N calls her name for what sounds like the seventh time judging by the rasp of his lungs. Him and Lurch are struggling to keep up with her. "Goody! Wait for one moment, please-"

"How dare you!" Goody roars at the vampire, snapping her head around to stare at him as if he's the Devil himself. "You took our village's most prized and historic possession. And you gave it to the hands of that monster!"

Y/N drops his shoulders as he looks at her pleadingly. "I had no choice-"

Goody smacks him across the face, cutting him off. It echoes across the entire forest.

"To hell with you!" Goody curses his name, tears streaking from her eyes. "I would've rather died in that house! I should've staked you the second I first met you on that ship! You're dead to me! You hear? DEAD!"

Y/N doesn't say anything. He lets her stomps away, sobbing, while he rubs the red spot on his cheek while hardened.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Lurch nervously approaches the vampire.

"Master, it is doubtful that she will actually get on that ship out of here."

"Then you will make her." Y/N states as he turns towards him with a serious expression that leaves no room for negotiation. "I will handle Crackstone and his pilgrims myself. He still thinks I'm one of them. I simply need to stay close enough until he drops his guard."

"Then I can return to-?"

"No. You will go with Miss Addams." Y/N orders him sternly. "Your time with me is done. Your debt is to the Addams family now. You will remain loyal to them for eternity. Even as a zombie, you will be loyal." He claims before pulling out a folded note and shoving it in his chest.

Lurch flinches but nods as he eventually pockets the note and goes to follow Goody Addams.

Y/N watches them leave with a blank face, hiding himself from his own emotions, before he walks in the other direction.

Then the smoke returns and blinds Wednesday again.

Now she's back at the town, but something is noticeably different about it.

Pilgrims suddenly run out, screaming like something's after them. Some of them have blood staining their clothes. 

"Run! Flee!" One of them screams at her as they clutch her shoulders. "The Devil has unleashed his servant upon us!"

Wednesday squints as she watches them all take off. She ignores their warnings and delves deeper into the village and soon sees what traumatized the Normies so badly.

The torches still burn, but the place has been redecorated. Massive wooden spikes impale the ground. Adult pilgrims, Male and female, have been caught by them. Through their rectums and out of the mouth. They hang there, choking on their own blood if not already dead. Crimson red coats the walls, splashed recklessly in different ways.

The only one that isn't impaled is Joseph Crackstone himself, though he lies on the ground, dead.

Then a whistle tears through the air. It's song venomous like the deadliest snake. Wednesday can't make it at first as it claws at her eardrums like nails on a chalkboard until she eventually discovers it.

And what she finds is enough to shake the black-hearted girl to her very core.

A single person, living, or maybe not. Y/N sitting on the ground, covered in blood from head to toe. The grass around it has been painted by the new brush.

In his arm, he clutches the body of Goody Addams. Her eyes are black because she is deceased. Her chest has a gaping hole, and her heart litters the ground, barely pulsive. One of her hands has been stained with blood. And Y/N has a bloody handprint on his chest.

Then he abruptly opens his eyes and looks at Wednesday Addams herself.

He grins her at, his teeth just as red as the rest of him.

"You've unleashed the beast, Ms. Addams."

He softly sets Goody's corpse onto the ground and approaches her.

Feeling the situation as if it was real, Wednesday turns around to run, but Y/N is suddenly right there as if being able to teleport. He grabs her by her body and hair, preventing her from escaping.

Then he bites her neck.

Wednesday gasps as the pain suddenly hits her like the sharpest needle. She can feel her own oxygen sucking out of her lungs, making her exhale raspy breathes that do nothing but suffocate her. 

And yet, Wednesday feels something other than fear when Y/N pulls away, forced to stare into his blood-soaked eyes. She can see her own throat flesh hanging on the fangs of his teeth. He slurps it up like a snack. With one hand, he smears her own blood all over her face, almost blinding her. 

Then everything goes black.

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𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊 |21|

Note: Y/N fanfiction

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N is not the ideal vampire, his ambitious and dreams died years ago. But, when Wednesday Addams rolls into Nevermore, his blood craving returns. He knows the risks, but he has to know her.

Warnings: Minor but graphic violence

Jericho: Pilgrim World

Bianca and Yoko are out in the back while Wednesday is told to handle all of the German tourists that make their way inside. There's an entire colony that pours in. She purposefully let it slip that she can speak a portion of the language. And if the pilgrims want a sales pitch, she will certainly deliver one.

"Enjoy your 'authentic' pilgrim fudge made with cacao beans procured by the oppressed indigenous people of the Amazon." Wednesday says, all with a straight face. Causing all of their expressions to drop. "All proceeds go to uphold this pathetic whitewashing of American history. Also, fudge wasn't invented for another two-hundred-fifty-eight years."

Then she raises up the tray with an evil smirk. "Any takers?"

Every German shakes their head and politely declines. They all file out of the chocolate shop one at a time, right as Arlene returns from the outside. The pilgrim frowns in bewilderment. She turns her head towards Wednesday who gives her a smirk before walking into the back, now that she's done for the day.

Xavier is the only other person in the room at the time, and when she sees Wednesday with a tray still full, he shakes his head with a chuckle. "You really suck at your job."

"I am anything but an employee." Wednesday claims for the sake of her own ego, making Xavier laugh a little harder. "That aside, I need to ask you something."

Xavier looks up with a responding hum.

"What do you know about Y/N?"

Xaiver raises a confused brow. "I thought you said you weren't interested in him?"

"I'm not." Wednesday insists with a desperately stern look. "But he's been a thorn in my side that refuses to be pulled out, and the mystery surrounding him is distracting. I'd rather know who he is now than ignore him forever."

"Wow....... I mean, that's usually the reason for gossip. But nobody's actually come out and said it before." Xavier remarks, but Wednesday gives him an unamused look, to which he sighs. "I don't know what to tell you. He's been just as secretive with us. He enrolled here about, uh...... thirty years ago? Maybe longer? He was a part of the Old Nightshades before they disbanded."

Wednesday is skeptical of this, however. Not because Xavier is saying this, but because the visions and what she's seen of Y/N argue that he's been here longer than people think. Her thirsty curiosity for the vampire is only leaving her more dehydrated.

"You might want to ask Yoko, she enrolled here around the same time as he did." Xavier suggests, seeing her dissatisfied reaction. "She's technically known him the longest."

Wednesday genuinely considers that. She's only seen the female vampire in the Nightshade library, and she suspects that she's more than just a pretty face with fangs.

"Hey, is it true that you and Tyler are dating?" Xavier then brings up out of the blue, causing Wednesday to almost blink, though her eyes do twitch a little. "Rumors around Nevermore, that's all."

"What that is, is called gossip." Wednesday points out with a stern glare. "You should know better than to avoid that. But judging by your present company, I shouldn't be surprised."

Xavier ironically smiles at that, rather than the usual reaction that she gets.

"Right, well, um..... I know it's not my business. But since you seem so clearly clueless with the emotional world, I feel like I have to tell you something." Xavier states as he boldly steps closer, to which Wednesday lets him speak, especially when he looks so serious. "I don't know what you feel for who and why, but you have to make a choice. If you try juggling between the two, appeal to your sense of logic, then, well...."

He lets out a knowing sigh.

"Let's just say Y/N made the same mistake. It's why we stopped being friends."

Wednesday feels exposed as he stares at her like he knows exactly how she feels. It makes her want to be defensive, to tell him that he knows nothing. After all, she's built herself to be a deep ocean that drowns anyone foolish enough to try and swim underneath.

Before she can respond to this however, they hear the rough tapping of the window nearby. Only they are close enough to witness it.

They turn to see the wolf again, leering at them through the glass, fogging it up with it's hot breath. Xavier blinks rapidly.

"What the....?"

To the surprise of both of them, they witness with their own eyes as the wolf walks around, and in a few seconds, opens the back door on his own. Or, at least, breaks into it. Either with its claws as a lockpick or with a simple intelligent mind on how to operate human gates.

"Um....." Xavier turns to Wednesday, since she's the expert in extra-weird stuff like this. "Is this little guy yours?"

"Not exactly." Wednesday answers as she narrows her eyes at the wolf who starts growling affectionately at her again. Sounding like it's trying to tell her something.

When she hovers her hand over it, the wolf lowers its head on instinct, as if begging for pets. It at least knows to watch its nose goes this time around. She can't help but be a little more curious.

When she touches it, a grave shock suddenly hits her.

Her eyes snap back open and she sees that she's still in her pilgrim clothes. The room is familiar but drastically different in age. Or is it the same room? It's not like every pilgrim house was built in a dissimilar manner.

If she were have to guess, this is another vision from the same century.

When the front door opens, things once again begin to magically manifest inside the house. This includes her clone that shares the Addams name. She turns to see Y/N as the one that steps inside. His shoulders weigh heavily and so does his eyebrows. He grips the wooden knob tight as he slams it shut.

"You look like you tried to wrestle a cave bear." Goody comments teasingly as she turns to acknowledge his arrival as she always will, given how eternally she loves seeing his face again every single moment he's gone.

"I would've preferred that, to be honest. I would've even compelled it to tear my arm off."

Goody's eyes burrow the second she sees how uncomfortable he is. Like he wants to tell her something but is keeping it buried inside of him.

"Did that man try to harm or intimidate you?" Goody questions as she marches towards him. "I swear, let me at that man, and I will-"

"Hey, no, no, no, no, no." Y/N rapidly shakes his head, softly grabbing onto his love's shoulders before she can do anything rash. Though, that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate the thought. "It's okay. It's just that........" He chuckles as he's now imagining the thought of her ripping out that tall man's hair. "Mr. Crackstone said a lot of things that made me uncomfortable that's all. But he thinks I'm a mere human refugee. He didn't do anything of the sort."

"What did he say?"

Y/N's opens his mouth only to then immediately shut it closed. He averts his gaze away from Goody, causing her to grow evermore concerned. He doesn't want to tell her of the horrid things Joseph Crackstone told him, what he is planning. He believes he's succeeded in scaring the man away from the villagers, at least for now. But he also knows that his silence is more painful than any details he can give her.

"I think....." He swallows, having a small lump in his throat. He lets go and turns his back to Goody in order to get the words out. "I think we should leave this place."

"What?" Goody blinks at him, as expected. "What do you mean, leave?"

"It means exactly as it sounds." Y/N answers as he turns back and steps towards her again. Getting close so he can look her in the eye passionately. "Remember when you told me how you were curious about the world? About why you wanted to be on that ship you found me in? Well, we could do that. There's no time like the present. As a vampire, I could... quite literally supply the journey for us. It'll be you and me, seeing the world, together."

"Are you mad?" Goody questions him, but not in an insulting way, judging by her amused smile. "I can't leave my family. They need me. And I haven't mastered my power yet."

"You can easily test your power on the road, there's more to learn about when you explore. And I've known your mother and father long enough to know how strong they are. And that they would want what's best for you." Y/N explains in order to convince her, but it's like trying to usher a stone to move. "We've been talking about this for months."

"Oh, my little wolf....." Goody whispers affectionately. She leans up and gives him a kiss that lasts for minutes. "For an undead that barely ages, you are awfully impatient. I promise, we'll soon go on that little adventure. And maybe, when we do...."

When pulls down her sleeve and teasingly shows off her naked wrist.

"I'll let you turn me~"

She kisses him again before exiting the room to take care of some other chore or another. Y/N watches her leave with heavy sorrow. His face subtly shakes and jaw clenches tightly. He rubs his eyes in case of any tears so she never sees them.

And just like that, Wednesday feels herself fading away......

She's already back in the present.

"What the heck was that?" Xavier questions the girl after seeing her head abruptly shoot up. "Was that a.....? Are you a psychic?"

Wednesday glances at him, slightly annoyed that her tiny secret has been exposed to someone she barely knows. Though, it could've been someone a lot worse. She then glances at the wolf who continues to stare at her with those loving eyes. Then, she looks at her hand, and she puts two and two together.

"It's Y/N."

"Y/N? You had a vision of Y/N?" Xavier utters as he squints at her with an amused brow. "Wow, even your psychic ability is telling you to-"

Then it hits him what she really means and he snaps his head back towards the wolf who's now rubbing the top of its head against Wednesday's leg while growling.

"Wait, this is Y/N? How?" Xavier questions her, suddenly hit with a wave of confusion. "I've never seen Yoko or the other vampires pull this kind of thing. I thought those special powers were just rumors to make Dracula seem more terrifying."

Wednesday can't help but agree with him. She's heard stories of the older vampires. How they're able to do things that moderns are now unable to do. Though, it's hard to get an exact answer as to what the origins of these Outcasts really are. If there's anything that sets them apart.

But the wolf can't give them any answers, not verbally, at least not while in this form.

They hear grumbling, snapping them out of their heavy thoughts. They turn to see the wolf standing upwards and lurching over the tray of uneaten fudge.

"Shit!" Xavier swears as the two of them have to quickly pull on both of the wolf's legs as he tries to chew up the sweets. During the altercation, the tray falls to the floor, spilling everything. "No, Y/N! Bad Y/N!"

At one point, Xavier has to literally pick everything up, put it on the tray, and put it somewhere high before the wolf eats it. Disappointed, the wolf eventually pulls away as if snapping back to its sense. Growling, embarrassed.

"You sure it's him?" Xavier asks with a raised brow. "He doesn't seem all that.... sentient."

He glances at Y/N who scratches its ear furiously like a dog.

"Guess that animal blood has gone to his brain." Wednesday guesses.

Y/N growls at the teens before it then heads towards the door, stopping to glance at Wednesday. It's waiting.

"Follow him." A feint voice whispers in Wednesday's skull. She looks around but doesn't see anyone except Xavier in the room with her. It sounds like hers, but with a slightly thicker accent. It's like hearing her conscious speaking through her stubborn shell.

"Follow." The voice insists. "He'll show you the truth."

"Wednesday?" The other psychic notices her staring at a wall. "You alright?"

"He wants me to follow him." Wednesday subconsciously relays. This at least means that Y/N got her note she had Thing send, and he's responding to her request by attempting to take the role of a guide.

"Follow? Why?" Xavier questions out loud as he paces around the room and cleans the rest of the fudge. "And how are you gonna roam around without that Arlene woman-"

He turns around and sees that they're already gone, having left the back door wide open.

Xavier drops his head with a sigh.

"Have fun, you two...."

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Jericho: Weathervane

"No, no, no! This isn't right." The angry lady waves the cup of coffee in the siren's face. "Go back and do it again!" 

"But that's exactly what you asked for...." Kent testifies, extremely confused. "I even added the five human breaths." 

"Well, clearly, you must have gotten something wrong. Because no way is this the pumpkin spice latte with whipped cream, two cups of cinnamon and five human breaths!" The lady rants on before shoving the cup back into his chest, causing a few droplets to splash and ruin his uniform. "Now, do it again!"

With everyone nearby now looking at them, Kent walks away with a confused daze. Although most of the people probably don't care as much, he feels like they're staring at him specifically, judging him, just for existing, and for being the Outcast with the weird fishy eyes. Tylers sees him coming back with a wet cup.

"Give me that...." Tyler requests as he holds out his hand, and the siren gives him a cup. "There's a faster way than actually going through the process of making another cup."

"Why are they like that?" Kent asks him as he points over at the very bossy woman.

"It's a power thing." Tyler explains with a shrug. "They don't get any respect at work and/or at home, so they go here where we're forced to do whatever they tell them. And forcing someone to make a coffee twice? That's like cocaine for them."

"Cocaine?" Kink blinks. "Isn't that the stuff that falls from the clouds when it's super cold?"

Tyler stops what he's doing and squints at him. "What?"

Meanwhile, Mayor Walker steps into the cafe and bakery himself. On account of noticing the principal of Nevermore Academy through the massive set of repaired glass windows. 

"Principal Weems!" He approaches her with a broad smile on his face. "Well, it looks like another successful Outreach Day is upon us. And, uh.... thank you for your generous donation to my re-election campaign."

Weems whips up a fixed smile, chuckling verbally as best she can. She clicks her tongue. "Consider it a token of our ongoing cooperation." 

Just then, Marylin Thornhill returns with a pink-frosted donut on a plate with flower-based sprinkles. "Apparently, Y/N is missing from the Weathervane. But so far, there have been no incidents."

"Y/N? That's strange...." Weems mutters as she rubs her chin thoughtfully. Mayor Walker squints at her, wondering if that's going to be an issue in the peace between Outcasts and Normies. "He's not known for causing trouble, but given the events that have happened recently, call Coach Vlad. He usually knows where to find him."

Thornhill nods with an obedient smile. 

"Mayor Walker, I'd like you to meet Marilyn Thornhill." Weems finally decides to introduce the woman specifically to the leader of the Normie town. 

"Well, the pleasure is all mine." Noble greets as he shakes the woman's hand. During which, something hits him and he squints suspiciously at first. "Hey, have we, uh..... have we met before?"

"Not officially, but I see you in here every morning." Thornhill replies calmly. "You're always tucked into that back booth when I come for my daily matcha latte." 

"I knew it." Noble remarks, pointing at her with a chuckle. 

"Miss Thornhill. Please keep me posted, especially about a certain pig-tailed upstart." Weems requests with a suggestive wink, to which Thornhill nods with a frown she's unable to hide.

Back to the other side of the cafe, Tyler finally hands the complicated cup of coffee back to Kent. "Here, now give it to her."

"But all you did was mix it with a spoon." Kent points out with a baffled expression, but Tyler still nods him towards the crazy woman anyway. The siren sighs before taking it and reluctantly walking back to the woman.

He silently puts the cup on the table. The woman, not even noticing that it's the same cup she spilt moments later, takes a sip without giving him so much as a glance. "Perfect. You can go now."

Kent clenches a fist, needing to resist the urge to create a scene of his own in the middle of this coffee shop. The safest he can do is let out a very strong and heavy exhale.

"Okay...."

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Jericho: Pilgrim World

Y/N and Wednesday continue sneaking/traveling around the amusement park with the wolf mostly taking the lead. Although, the Addams girl wonders if her furry companion is fully aware of where they are going. She wonders if this has anything to do with him being sensitive to human blood. Like, part of his powers that are unique to him work only half-way. 

However, a small thud and tiny yelp rips through the air, making Wednesday stop in her tracks and grab onto Y/N's fur. "Stop."

The wolf immediately obliges. They turn towards source of the noise and investigate.

On the famous witch trial set, they see Lucas and his group of anti-outcast cronies have grabbed Eugene whose mouth is coated with fudge. 

"Check out this greedy little freak." Jonah scolds the kid much shorter than him. Eugene attempts to escape, but the Normie kids surround him and constantly push him back into place every time he tries. "You really thought you could eat our fudge for free and get away with it?" 

"My dad doesn't tolerate troublemakers like you." Lucas growls at the kid's face as he jabs a finger into his chest. 

"Though, if you like it so much, we can set you up." Carter mockingly suggests as he points towards the pillory on stage. "We'll throw more fudge at you until you look a lot more like what you really are... a turd."  

Eugene shudders at the lot of them. He's now cut off from the rest of the Outcasts, and it doesn't look like anyone nearby is going to help them. "Please, I need to get back to the-"

Jonah cuts him off with a rough punch to the stomach, though that ends up being a terrible mistake. The second he does, Eugene vomits a volcano of hot chocolate and vomit into the guy's face. Some of it also getting on Lucas's uniform. 

"Gross, man." Carter cringes while she covers her mouth in order to hold in a laugh at his friend's expense.

"Come here!" Jonah barks at him, seething with rage. He grabs the kid roughly and is trying to force him into the pillory. "Get in there!"

Which is the last straw.

"Howdy pilgrims." Wednesday finally makes herself known to the group. The bullies look and tense up the moment they see her. However, they immediately try to fix themselves up so they can look 'potentially' threatening. 

"Oh, great. Just our luck." Jonah scoffs out loud as he glares at her. "They had to bring the psychopath to volunteer at Pilgrim World."

"Let him go." Wednesday demands, with eyes that tell them that there's no room for negotiation. 

The bullies laugh at her, however. "Yeah? You wanna end up in the stocks too?"

He takes a step closer, which prompts the wolf to step in with a menacing growl. It's sharp fangs and mean expression sends all three of the bullies backwards.

"Geez, what the heck is that?" Carter yelps as they flinch just from one flex of his jaws. "You brought your freaky ass pet into Pilgrim World?"

"That thing shouldn't just be roaming around here." Lucas yells at them with another point. "If that thing bites someone, I'll tell my dad! You freaks will be done for sure." 

"This 'pet' can do a lot more than just bite." Wednesday claims menacingly, despite not really knowing what the wolf can actually do. Y/N adds onto this as his growls drop even lower, getting more threatening than they already were.

"You little...." Jonah growls as he looks like his primal instincts are about to kick in again. He reaches into one of the pockets of his pilgrim uniform and pulls out a sharp knife. "Let's see what it does when I rip it's jaw out!"

"Jonah, don't!" Lucas panics as he grabs his friend's shoulder.

"Back off!" Jonah barks as he shoves Lucas away, causing him to bump roughly against Carter. 

Then he snaps towards the two of them with a sanguine temperament. Wednesday dodges every slash he attempts to give her, and casually knees him in the stomach without much effort. Jonah grabs at it in with a pained groan, but his rage is too strong for him to stand down.

He grabs Eugene and holds the knife against his throat. "You get the heck out of here, or I swear, I will-"

But the wolf is a lot faster than he expected. It lunges forwards and clamps its jaws against his wrist, puncturing his skin. Jonah roars in pain as the knife slips out of his hands, finally ending his psychotic temper tantrum. Eugene is able to get away. 

"Bring him over here." Wednesday requests as he re-opens the pillory, looking at the wolf expectedly. Y/N pulls the bully by his wrist, bringing him to the contraption. The teeth tear into Jonah's skin as he pulls on them, forcing him to comply or else he opens a much bigger gash.

Wednesday grabs Jonah's hand and snaps two of the bully's fingers before she shoves him into the pillory and stomps on the mechanism that locks the bolts. The others jump when they hear the bones crack.

He screams in more pain as tears finally start to fall down his cheeks from his eye lids. "You two are insane! You two are freaking sadistic!"

Wednesday glances down at Y/N who has his mouth wide as if trying to grin with his bloody fangs. She can't help but smile herself, especially while looking down at the weak bully beneath her.

"I'm insulted that you didn't notice sooner."

Then she tilts her head at the other two bullies remaining. "Why are you two still here?"

The wolf growls at them menacingly, as if daring them to be next. They both look equally horrified, finally understand what kind of people they're messing with, now. 

"I can't get into any more trouble with my dad." Lucas mentions to Carter with a shake of his head. "Besides, I'd rather keep all my bones intact."

He frowns at her and the wolf before the two of them reluctantly walk away without picking another fight. 

"No, wait! Lucas!" The boy in the stockade angrily calls out to them before dropping his head with a defeated sigh. 

 Wednesday looks down at the wolf, tilting her head as she sees him in a different way this time around. This is probably the first time she's actually seen blood on Y/N's fangs, and its when he's taking the form of an animal. There might be a bit of irony in this scene.

The wolf looks up at her, panting as there's a tiny spec of crimson red on his tongue that drips onto the grass. He doesn't seem to have much thought up there, but there's no denying the admiration in his animal's eyes. 

"Um.... thanks, guys." Eugene weakly utters, reminding the two of the real reason they stepped in. They stare at the poor boy, his uniform and face covered in his own vomit. 

"Let's get you cleaned up."

Eugene nods with a weak groan.

They don't have much in terms of supplies, but Wednesday is able to use her bonnet plus a small handkerchief to wipe as much of the chocolate-induced vomit as possible. Though, she's had to keep the wolf back from licking the stuff off the ground. 

"Nobody's stood up for me before." Eugene reveals out loud. His genuine expression makes Wednesday refrain from looking him in the eye.

"You said Hummers stick together." She says as an excuse, like it's no big deal.

"I know this might come as a shock, but I don't have any friends." Eugene confesses to Wednesday, who is actually not that surprised in the slightest. He glances at the wolf laying comfortably on the ground, growling at idle objects here and there. "So..... that's Y/N? I thought the shapeshifting thing was just a myth."

"Every Outcast seems to have a unique aspect to their basic abilities." Wednesday mentions out loud.

"I guess...." Eugene shrugs. "It's just confusing to me. I heard he controlled fish at the Poe Cup as well. So, like, what else can he do?" 

That question makes Wednesday glance at the wolf who immediately notices when her eyes fall upon him. His animal pupils widening the second they make eye contact. He growls softly at her.

"I don't know."

"It seems as if something is preventing him from being the full version of what he truly is. Like, he only has half control of this form." Eugene notes, observing the animal like he does one of his bee hives. "Like he knows what he's doing, but is playing it by instinct alone."

Wednesday briefly pauses for a moment or two as she considers the way the kid phrases it, because that would also mean his first instinct as a wolf would be to stay by her side. 

She tells herself that she's thinking too far into it, but her heart still beats a little bit faster.

"You remind me of my brother, sans the desire to strangle him every waking moment." Wednesday tells Eugene honestly as she disregards the dirty bonnet. Hearing this makes the younger boy smile earnestly.

Then she turns to Y/N, her determined expression compels the wolf to stand up on all of his four powers. "Now follow me. I need to know more about this Crackstone. You know where we could find clues?"

The wolf growls softly in response as he turns around and trails a certain direction, and Wednesday follows.

"Hey, Wednesday!" Eugene calls out to her really fast before she leaves. "Be careful, okay?"

Wednesday freezes for a second, sensing how real he means that. She silently nods before she and the wolf sneak away to their new destination.

The meeting house.

The door reads that the place is closed for renovation, which also means that it's obviously locked. However, this is where the wolf has taken her. And Wednesday is already suspicious, feeling like there's something more behind the building than the staff are letting on. 

"This doesn't look too difficult." Wednesday claims as she pulls out a small hair pin from her inventory. "Give me a few minutes, and I'll have this-"

BANG!

Y/N forces the down open with a strict kick of his two front paws. Then he looks up at Wednesday, hoping that she's proud.

"Or we could do that." Wednesday comments sarcastically with a small sigh. "I'm sure that didn't potentially draw unwanted attention."

The wolf growls with a similar attitude as he follows her into the meeting room. A few vent-sized windows shine sunlight through. But judging by how the display cases are settled and the actual size of the meeting house, this isn't the original thing. Simply a mediocre imitation.

Soon, they stand in front of a puppet figure of Joseph Crackstone with a horribly waxed face. Y/N growls harshly, looking like he's preparing to bite it as he did the bully, but Wednesday holds him back with a small tug of his fur. 

Then the wolf notices something else that makes him growl as he approaches it. Wednesday squints curiously and follows. It's a massive painting frame on the wall. 

"The Old Meeting House, 1625." Wednesday reads the podium out loud, raising a brow at the wolf. "You're familiar with this."

The wolf glances at her and whimpers. This must be the date of the visions she keeps seeing. That would mean.....

"Are you...... four centuries old?" 

The wolf glances down and growls sheepishly, as if implying that there might be a few more than four. Wednesday's mouth actually goes agape, as far as it can allow at least, bright white teeth showing. She feels her mind scramble as she tries to process this, but she barely can.

Wednesday should've expected this from a vampire. And yet, she's still shocked because it also means that he's supposedly been here for that long. Nevermore shouldn't have allowed a vampire to remain here for such a long time, however. There are more secrets to Y/N than she ever expected.  

Before she can ask anymore question, the wolf looks up at the glowing figure of the picture and growls sharply. Wednesday can easily guess this to be Crackstone. From what little she's seen, they aren't the biggest fans of each other. 

But that isn't all, Wednesday notices someone more unique amongst the crowd of what looks like spectators to a witch trial. One is looking at the viewer as if it was a picture taken by a camera. Clutching a leather book in her hands.

"Is that the girl that looks like me?" Wednesday asks Y/N with wide-eyes, even though the wolf can't verbally respond safe for growls. "I keep seeing her in my visions. And that book she has, I've seen her carrying it outside..."

She stops talking when she turns to Y/N and sees him licking the girl as if attempting to revive her from the painting itself. When that fails, he flops himself onto the ground. He's crying. Not just glassy eyes, but tears are streaking down his cheeks and ruining his fur. His cheeks flap against his face as he struggles to keep his breathing steady.

He looks up at the open window and lets out a mournful howl. His eyes are now red from the sobbing.

Wednesday is at a loss for words. It's clear to her now just how important this girl was to him. Judging by the way Y/N rests his chin against his paws, getting them wet with his tears, she's not wrong. However, it also makes her uncomfortable.

She looks over and sees the book looking exactly like the one in the painting in a display case. Since she doesn't know to comfort the wolf, she marches over and takes it in hopes of finding something satisfactory.  

Codex Umbrarum. Latin for Book of Shadows.

She's excited at first until she opens it and finds every single page blank. And they all look unnaturally fresh, meaning that this is a fake. She looks in the back and finds a sticker with a barcode on it. Wednesday has no clue what this 'Etsy' is, but she's certain that it isn't an Outcast settler.

"Well, it seems that we're not going to find anything useful in here." Wednesday accepts defeat as she puts the book back where she found it with a reluctant sigh. "Come, we need to get back to Eugene before-"

She turns towards the wolf, only to see that he refuses to move. He continues to lay in front of the painting featuring Goody Addams. His eyes still red and warm, and his entire body stuck to the floor. 

"Y/N, it is only a painting. And possibly a modern one at that." Wednesday mentions dismissively. She stomps over when the wolf still doesn't respond. "Come on, we have to leave before Mistress Arlene-"

The wolf snaps and growls harshly at the girl, which makes her genuinly freeze for a moment. Y/N doesn't bite her though and instead goes back to his original position. He softly howls into the dusty air.

Despite herself, Wednesday's expression softens. But she doesn't know what she's supposed to do. All she sees is someone broken, someone who doesn't have the human resistance to stop themselves from being vulnerable in front of someone else, or maybe he does it simply due to the fact that it's her. 

The best thing she can possibly due is imitate the one person she currently despises at the moment, her mother. The only professional with this kind of thing.

She slowly approaches the wolf once again, causing him to sit up with a defensive growl. But she gets down on her two knees in front of him, causing him confusion. 

She takes a deep breath before what she does next. She holds Y/N's face on each side with both of her hands, fingers tangling against his fur. This makes the wolf soften in front of her, heart shattered. 

Then she brings her forehead against his. And now it's like they're sharing the same conscious. Y/N stops crying as his breathing steadies. The wolf feels more calm around her, faced with her surprisingly soft hands. Both of their eyes close together as they focus on only sense of feeling and touch.

This time, Wednesday sees the vision coming. So when the shock courses through her, she doesn't flinch. She keeps holding onto Y/N.

Only when the touch fades away, does she open her eyes to find herself back in 1625.

It's once again night like every other vision she's gotten of this older Jericho. However, it's a lot brighter than it should be. Then comes loud yelling, screeching, and screaming. She turns to see a crowd of people with bright torches and sharp farm tools marching down the dirt road. All followed by a very tall pilgrim. 

And in the center of it, is her clone, held by sharp belts and chains.

She hears rustling in the leaves and turns to see Y/N who is watching the scene in horror. 

"Goody!"

"Y/N!" The psychic cries with her hand desperately reaching out towards the vampire. "My love! It is all lies! What they're saying isn't true!"

But she can only say so little before she's silenced by the loud volume of the mob.

Y/N's eyes looking like they'll bulge right out of the sockets. He stomps towards them all with a crimson red face.

"JOSEPH CRACKSTONE!" Y/N screams the man's name with fury, causing the pilgrim to turn around. So does the others on account of hearing such a horrifying roar. "What is the meaning of this?!"

"I fear Satan's harlot hath crept unseen amongst our humble flock." Joseph regretfully informs with fake sorrow worn on his face like a mask. "Our beloved Eleanor, in her anguish and desire to cleanse her soul before God, hath confessed that she was seduced into the practice of witchcraft by the traitor Goody Addams."

He ushers the other pilgrims into the courthouse where they continue to yell wishes of death against the girl as they drag her inside. 

"That is a lie and you know it!" Y/N accuses the lead pilgrim as he points an angry finger at him.

"Mayhap it is. Mayhap it is not." Joseph cryptically answers as he then steps forwards, leaning down until he's glaring deep into the vampire's eye sockets. "Yet truth mattereth little once fear hath taken root in the hearts of men. There remaineth but one path by which thy beloved may yet escape the everlasting fires beneath. Wouldst thou look upon thy beloved again? Wouldst thou spare her immortal soul from damnation? Then... thou shalt.... find... my staff."

With a flip of his cloak, his back turned to him, he then marches into the courthouse without any more words to say. 

Wednesday stares at Y/N and sees him clenching a fist. The veins inside his skin darken, and his eyes change to black and red as if he's about to go on a rampage. But after a few moments, he slams his eyes shut and they return to normal. He opens his hand, which reveals a deep set of cuts on his palm from his own nails.

Because there is nothing he can do.

Already, it then all fades away. And Wednesday once again feels the warmth of Y/N's fur. The two slowly separate as if they both saw that vision together. Or the wolf simply cannot hide his sorrow. Maybe part of her hopes that he still felt a sliver of comfort in her cold palms.

Wednesday's never really seen the vampire look so vulnerable. And she doesn't know what to do with it. She lowers her hands, but Y/N still rubs his face against hers with a low growl.

And this time, she lets him without restraint.

SLAM!

Both of them snap upwards and turns towards the swinging down as Mistress Arlene stomps into the room. It seems as if someone has snitched on them.

"Just what the fudge are you doing in here, missy?!"

"Mistress Arlene!" Wednesday exclaims as she stares at her with a sassy expression "How now?"

"How now, indeed." Arlene remarks with an angry look. "The meeting house is under repair. Your Nevermore sister, the one with the eyes of a fish, warned me that thoust hithered somewhere she shan't be."

Y/N growls at the pilgrim for her loud voice towards Wednesday, causing her to take a terrified step backwards.

"What is this ugly beast?!" Arlene almost literally barks at the two of them. "You have brought prohibited and unsupervised animals into the house!"

"You misunderstand. This is my..... emotional support animal." Wednesday makes up on the spot, since she has dark and menacing creatures already in Addams manor. "The door was already unlocked and I was curious. And the display case over there was already opened."

"That book is a replica."

"You don't say."

"Jericho was only able to hold the original for five years before it was stolen by an unknown thief that was never caught." Arlene explains, causing Wednesday to glance at Y/N.

"It's probably the only authentic thing you have left in here, yet you still charge Twenty-nine, ninety-five a ticket?" Wednesday mocks without a care in the world.

"Hold thy tongue." Arlene hisses with venom laced. "I'm reassigning you and the boy whose uniform is stained to fudge-churning duty." She proclaims, hinting it to be a boring and painful task. But, it's not like Wednesday made a good saleswoman anyway. "You will-"

She is cut off by another menacing growl from Y/N, making her yelp.

"Argh! Just go! Get outta here!" Arlene squeals as she finally breaks character. "And get that little shit out of here before it tears something!"

Wednesday squints at her harsh words, but taps on Y/N's back, ushering him to follow as they finally exit the fake meeting house.

"Tell me something....." Wednesday requests as she glances down at the wolf. "You've got to know where your old meeting house is, correct?"

Y/N growls in response.

@lais-chan @needjoekeery @carnivore-spikachu @distinguishedthingcolor @jacenradio7

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𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊 |20|

Note: Y/N fanfiction

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N is not the ideal vampire, his ambitious and dreams died years ago. But, when Wednesday Addams rolls into Nevermore, his blood craving returns. He knows the risks, but he has to know her.

Warnings: None

Jericho: Town Square

Wednesday doesn't pay attention to any of the walking students around her, as her mind is clouded with the thoughts of what he just saw from Y/N. The vampire has been stalking around her since day one like a bat flying near a window, waiting to take a bite. She's unwillingly drawn his attention. She considered him to be a suspect since the Poe Cup.

And now she's getting visions from him.

She doesn't necessarily believe in fate, that's the reason why she's investigating on how to subvert it, but she also feels like this must mean something if she's getting them today.

"Hey, Wednesday!" A familiar voice calls out to her. Wednesday spins around and is frozen when she sees Tyler approaching her. He's already done it before, and yet she feels unexpectedly nervous for the first few seconds every time he shows up. "Heard you were gonna be up here."

"Not like I had any choice." Wednesday remarks with an unmistaken hint of annoyance. "Principal Weems is doing whatever it takes to make me join her brainwashed little cult."

Tyler softly chuckles in response, as if he's able to relate.

"What did you get?" He asks, referring to her Outreach Day letter.

"Right now, it will be Uriah's Heap. Soon, it will be Pilgrim's World." Wednesday answers with determination. The talk and visions of Y/N's life have her curious. "Are you disappointed by that?"

"Somewhat." Tyler admits with a small shrug. It's not like he's trying to be secretive about his feelings. "I mean, you did just fix our expresso machine with nothing but a wrench and Italian language. If we had you, I'd probably be saved a lecture from the manager."

"Coffee shop managers are a plague on society." Wednesday agreeingly comments. "But I have another monster to hunt down."

Tyler frowns empathetically. "Still no believers?"

"I think I'm making progress." Wednesday mentions cryptically. She glances over his shoulder at the vampire for an example.

"Well, I would say goodbye, but your werewolf friend told me you're not a hugger." Tyler humorously teases before nervously putting his hands in his pockets. "But, um, if you need anything, call me, okay? Or, you know, however you can contact me. You know I'll be down to help you find this monster."

Wednesday's expression softens as she stares at him. "I'll call you if I need to."

"Okay, uh...." Tyler sounds like he's about to say something else, but Wednesday has already begun marching past him. He too, goes his separate way, but with a glowing smile on his face.

It isn't difficult for her to notice that Y/N is watching the conversation. His selective hearing turned back on again, hearing how she easily humored Tyler's offer to help while shooting him down in a blunt manner.

But his eyes don't read green jealousy like she would expect from a vampire. They carry a strange hint of understanding, like he knows exactly why she's cautious of him. Because of what he is, and how he is every time he's around her. And like a lethal gas wafting through a locked room, it gets to her.

It hurts her black little heart, no matter how much she hardens her face.

"Hey, I know you said you didn't want my specific kind of help." Y/N mentions as he approaches her once again. "But if you ever change your mind, here's my card."

He pulls out a ten-dollar gift card and slides it into her breast pocket. He gives her a not-so-subtle wink as he then walks away. He was way too nice for someone supposed to be envious, Wednesday's not sure how to feel about that. Maybe guilt, but she would never admit it.

She can't say anything, because his intentions of seeing her as a girl has such unrelenting tension that it takes her breath away, so she doesn't have the oxygen to verbalize.

But soon, she remembers her other objective. She turns to see Enid marching down the street.

"Enid!" She calls out to her urgently as she catches up, prompting the werewolf to turn around. She raises her envelope. "Switch volunteer assignments with me."

"What? No!" Enid's immediate reaction is disgust. "Uriah's Heap is definitely not my bag."

"It's an emergency." Wednesday claims. "I need to check out Pilgrim World."

"But Wednesday, this is not a fair trade." Enid points out, given their respective tastes and preferences. "Why would I agree to spend the entire day at some dumpy emporium of crapola?"

"Because Ajax is going to be volunteering there. Thing sneaked a peak at his assignment." Wednesday reveals, and she watches the way Enid's eyes instantly widen and her entire expression perks up. "But if you're not interested-"

"NO!" Enid literally squeals as she snatches it out of Wednesday's hands, not caring about her self-image as her hopes and dreams are finally rewarded with an opportunity. "Oh my gosh, thank you. You're the best!"

She squeezes and shakes Wednesday before skipping away, giggling excitedly.

Wednesday was already aware of that last fact, but deep down, she's glad to hear it from her. She then continues on to her new volunteer assignment.

Meanwhile, Kent is watching as Yoko and Divina continue to be overly-affectionate with one another in public. It's not the biggest shock to see them be so shameless, given the terrifying power they both have combined, but the fact that they are suddenly back to being like this is still a cause for concern.

Kent can't take it anymore. The second they're forced to split, the siren quickly catches up to her sister at the first opportunity. "Divina!"

The twin sister rolls her eyes as she turns around to see him stomping towards him like their mom and dad. "What is it, loser?"

"Look, I didn't want to say anything in The Quad, but what the heck is going on between you and Yoko?" Kent interrogates her with a very serious tone of voice. "I mean, you helped Bianca poison her with garlic before the Poe Cup. You shunned her away like she was nothing, and all of a sudden, you two have your hands all over each other."

"Yeah, it's called being in love." Divina answers with a sassy upbringing. "You should try it. It'll help toughen you up."

"Ow!" Kent winces as she softly jabs his chest. "Look, it's just really weird, okay?"

"There's nothing weird about it." Divina retorts rather defensively. "We just hard a very serious and emotional conversation about our relationship. I agreed that Helene wasn't good for me, and we decided to be more open with each other, that's it."

"Oh, okay." Kent responds with a loud chuckle, earnestly believing her based on her word alone. "Because, like, I had this crazy thought that you revived her with your siren blood, then used your song to make her forget all the bad stuff that happened between you two, including the garlic incident, making you two fall in love like you were a year ago."

Divina averts her eyes, then pretends to laugh as well. "What?"

"Because that's not true, right?"

The two silently stare at each other for at least a minute or two before Divina shakes her head with a smile. "Nope."

"Okay, yeah, that's..... that's fine." Kent waves it away, just like that. "Alright, well then. See ya later! Bye!"

He jogs away, just like that. It makes the other siren feel sorry at how naive he truly is. Eventually, Divina's mask drops, and she grabs at her face, threatening to tear her own skin.

"Shit....."

__________________________________________

Jericho: Weathervane

The manager was not the most welcoming kind of personality, but she knew her lines well for the most part, whatever fake script she was given so she didn't sound bad in the name of Jericho. As expected, almost all responsibility was put onto Tyler and the actual normie staff. Though, nobody makes any comment about it.

Despite her self-centered behavior Y/N did manage to convince her that he can help provide for the coffee shop much better than simply making and serving the brew. All he had to do was mention his violin, do a little sample, and he got a much more self-satisfying job. All he needed was a speaker along with his instrument.

It wasn't too hard, putting coins and even dollar bills in the open case. Will all of it go to the normies? He won't be making any official comments about that.

By the time he's finished his fifth coffee-related song, he notices Tyler stepping outside of the shop.

"Wow, child of the night, what music he makes." The actual barista comments out loud, which earns him a small chuckle from Y/N, despite himself. He would be lying if he said he didn't have pride over a few things he can do.

"You want some of the spoils? I got a few twenties in here." Y/N casually boasts as if that's just a regular Tuesday for him. "We don't have to say anything to your boss."

"No thanks, but I appreciate the, uh..... generous offer." Tyler responds with a somewhat mixed expression, likely noticing the small jab about the esteemed differences in their separate financial situations. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Is that 'something' a certain attractive dark female with pigtails named Wednesday?"

Tyler squints at him and frowns. "What, you can read minds too?"

"No, it's just kind of the only thing we have in common at the moment." Y/N comments with the kind of look that holds a toxic amount of malice behind that 'calm' demeanor. "You wouldn't be asking me about anything else."

"Okay, I get it. We haven't seen or talked to each other since you kicked my ass last year......" Tyler brings up with a humble sigh, not being one to entirely ignore the past. "But I'm not that guy anymore."

"Yeah?" Y/N raises a brow as he looks him up and down. He can tell that there's an admittedly attractive six-pack under that shirt, judging by those biceps he has. "Boot camp whipped you into shape?"

"Something like that." Tyler mutters, remaining unphased by his back-handed skepticism. "Though, I still have a drill sergeant at home."

Y/N crosses his arms. Though, his expression softens a bit as he sees his words carry something genuine between them. That doesn't change the fact that something about his blood leaves a bad taste in his mouth, but he should know better than anyone how destructive it is to hold grudges.

He lets out a heavy exhale. "Sorry, but I can't help you. I'm kind of on Wednesday's watch list ever since I beat her at the Poe Cup."

"But you know her from somewhere, right?" Tyler guesses as he gives him a somewhat suspicious look. "I've seen the way you look at her."

"Thought I did." Y/N answers cryptically. "I'm not so sure anymore."

"I've been trying to ask her out. You know, since the Harvest Festival." Tyler mentions, causing Y/N to shift uncomfortably a tiny bit, and not because he thinks that's a hopeless quest. "But, it's hard. I mean, she only calls through other people's devices, and she's usually off chasing some dead body or thing somewhere before I can say anything."

"Yeah, I don't have much luck on my end, either."

Tyler slowly nods. Evidently disappointed, but there's not much he can really do about that. "Worth a shot."

"Hey....." Y/N softly calls out to the guy as he's about to leave, however, prompting him to turn back around with a curious brow. "I've seen the way you look at her, too. But let me tell you, even though I've talked to her through unsavory scenarios, I can tell you one thing. She doesn't need fixing, and she doesn't need to change what she is just because you don't like it."

"Guess not." Tyler replies coldly as he steps back, menacingly, towards him. "But she also deserves someone normal. Not someone who treats her like some...... obsession. Because she's a convenient proxy of a girl he's currently having relationship issues with. Or, total shot in the dark, something he refuses to get over."

With that, he then heads back inside. His face slowly morphs back from rage to a normal shy teenager like nothing happened. Y/N deadly swallows, his gut is gnawing and his blood is on fire, but he keeps a cool exterior.

He asked for that, and he certainly delivered.

It's clear to everyone that he has a spine now. Maybe he does deserve Wednesday, and Wednesday deserves him. And he's just getting in the way, setting himself up to be heart broken.

He checks the time on his watch, now would realistically be the time for break. And he's very certain that the manager wouldn't mind him taking five once he sees the kind of money he's earned the safe.

Sometimes, he enjoys how much selfishness pays the bills.

Right as he's about to practice walloping in misery, however, he notices something in the open violin case that stands out. Plastic, rather than paper or metal. He picks it up.

It's a Weathervane ten-dollar gift card.

Curious, he turns it around, and notices some drawing on it.

Pilgrim World

Now

Y/N smirks to himself, seeing that it ended up working after all.

Although he's well aware that it screams 'douchebag', he can't help but pop the collar of his uniform a little bit after he takes off the apron. He tosses it somewhere else with swag before he heads down the sidewalk.

"Hey!" Vlad shows up out of nowhere however, stopping him in his tracks. "Where are you going, Uncle Y/N?"

"Away from this slave-drive." Y/N answers as if he's simply pointing out the obvious.

"You can't do that." Vlad tells him with a look, wondering what the heck he's even thinking. "Outreach Day is not the day to be breaking the rules."

"No offense to you, but I've been hiding behind these 'rules' ever since the Nightshades died." Y/N brings up as if suddenly being struck with passionate determination. "Today is the day I finally break them for a change."

"Weems is going to be here." Vlad points out. "What am I supposed to say when she sees that you're gone?"

"You won't have to. You'll be far away from here."

"She's not going to like it."

And she knows his secret. Part of it anyway. It's not exactly like he can stroll around as he pleases, especially with everyone knowing what day it is.

"Well, she won't know where I am." Y/N claims as he presses against his chest. "I have a few tricks that even she hasn't seen yet."

"Can you not wait for whatever it is?"

"No, I cannot. I'm tired of doing all of this sucking-up when it offers us nothing. I'd rather do something that's actually important. Time is money, nephew." Y/N remarks as he taps on his watch. "And it costs a lot more than whatever your paycheck is."

Vlad gives him the most offended look until he eventually disappears into the crowd. He turns around, closing his eyes as he mutters under his breath.

"Ублюдок...."

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Jericho: Pilgrim World

Wednesday assumed that when she once read a flyer of it, that this place would be the most embarrassing example of cooperate extortion. Now that she's here.... she is glad to say that she was certainly correct. The whimsical, old-timey music sounds like it was taken from Lord Of The Rings rather than the seventeenth century, and the employees screaming about witch trials every day makes her wonder when was the last time that America looked in a mirror.

There needs to be more talking about the Red Scare. She always preferred that over the Salem trails, anyway.

Wednesday pauses when she hears soft, animalistic growling invading her ear drums. She turns around, and sees a wolf casually strolling down the dirt street, past the German tourists who jump away in hopes of not getting bitten. But it doesn't pay them any mind nor attention. Like it doesn't even see them there.

It stops right in front of Wednesday, growling at her. 

"You're awfully far from home." Wednesday comments as if the furry creature can hear it. "Disappointed that the local authorities scared off your favorite meal?"

The wolf lowly growls in response. She's honestly surprised to see they're are a native here, but maybe she needs to do a proper study of a Jericho guide.

She pulls out a dead rodent that she conveniently has in her bag and tosses it towards the wolf who snatches it in its jaws like a professional and gulps it down like it was starving. 

She then continues on nonchalantly, but then sees that the wolf is still following her. It looks up at her curiously like she's its pack mother.

"I have nothing else to offer you and you should know that your presence isn't welcomed among weak-minded individuals like the ones that live in this town." Wednesday warns the wolf, trying to turn her back at it. "Leave, for your own sake."

The wolf still follows her when she tries to walk away. She snaps her head at it.

"Sit!"

The wolf immediately obeys, sitting on its four paws.

Wednesday squints at the animal, perplexed and a little curious. She looks around as others start to notice the uncanny attention the wolf is giving her.  It growls at her as it starts rubbing its face against her leg.

"You are one interesting specimen." 

As if hearing her say that, the wolf stands back up and gets even closer to her. It starts eagerly sniffing her genital area. 

"What are you-!"

She quickly slaps it across the face. The wolf feigns away with an alarmed growl. But it doesn't attack.

She awkwardly looks around, a little red-faced as at least one student had noticed the exchange she just had with the wolf. 

"I don't know what is going on in that primitive animal mind of yours, but I am not a potential mate!" Wednesday scolds the wolf for even trying to do whatever it was trying to do to her. It just stares at her like its too busy focusing on her face than her own words. 

She rolls her eyes and simply turns around. She marches faster than it can keep up so she can finally lose it. She can hear it out frustrated and heart-broken growls but purposefully ignores them. It shouldn't even be here anyway. 

She comes across Eugene taking a picture for Bianca and Yoko near good old Crackstone himself. Though, she's fairly suspicious that he was somehow roped into it just so he can never be talked to again later.

"Hey, Wednesday, want to grab a Hummers group photo?" Eugene asks hopefully, but he only gets a blank stare from the girl in response, prompting him to bring his head down. "Guess not."

Even if she did want to say anything, someone else rushes over before she could.

"Hey, Wednesday!" Xavier Thorpe calls out as he speed-walks over to the Addams girl. "I didn't get to say this at the library, but it's really good to see you again. You've um..... not really changed that much, now that I'm looking at you."

Wednesday squints at him, unmistakably confused. 

"Xavier Thorpe." The man introduces himself upon noticing this. "You probably don't remember me. Last time we met, I was about two feet shorter, forty pounds heavier when you saved me."

Wednesday tries to recall what he's talking about, but she's drawing a blank. "What happened?"

"Um...." Xavier scratches his neck. "Puberty, I guess."

"I mean, how did I save you?"

"Oh, uh...... Yeah, it was my Godmother's funeral." Xavier clears his throat, slightly embarrassed. "Apparently, she was friends with your grandmother, and they spent their twenties in Europe, swindling the rich and notorious." He shares with her, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know, but we were ten, and we were bored, decided to play hide and seek. I had the inspired idea to hide in her casket. I got stuck as it was headed to the crematorium."

"I'd heard muffled screams." Wednesday says as her face lights up a bit, causing Xavier to react in a similar way. "I just figured your godmother had somehow cheated death was trying to claw her way out."

"Either way, you hit the big red button and saved me from being flame-broiled." Xavier re-tells, then chuckles sheapishly to himself. "And now, we conveniently meet again in a private school. It kind of sounds like the beginning of a terribly written romantic subplot."

Wednesday can't help but find that amusing as well.

"Speaking of, what's going on with you and Y/N?" Xavier asks he gives her a pointed look, unable to help himself from being the slightest bit curious. "I'm surprised you let him out of your sight."

"What are you talking about?" 

"Are you kidding me?" Xavier raises a brow. But since Wednesday is emotionally in the dark, he'll have to spell it out for her. "He's into you, it's obvious."

"He's stalking me." Wednesday points out with a frown. 

"I thought you were into that?" Xavier brings up with a raised brow, somehow remember that specific detail about her out of all things. "Plus, name one vampire that hasn't stalked their first actual love interest."

Wednesday's heart stops at the idea of him actually staring at her like that.

"I don't think I'm his first." Wednesday retorts however as she looks away, dismissively. "I'm more like the rebound."

"No, girls like Bianca were the rebound." Xavier corrects her, however. "You? He's staring at you like you're already his wife. You guys plan a honeymoon, yet?" 

Wednesday blankly stares at him. 

He sighs and looks away. "Okay, fine...."

"Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin!" A strong but horribly fixed female voice gets the attention of all the volunteers, including Wednesday. A woman in an unoriginal female pilgrim outfit and long ginger hair curled to sell the aesthetic. "I am Mistress Arlene. A real OC."

The students all blink/squint/stare at her in judging confusion. Bianca makes a face. Eugene is the only one who finds it funny, earning him a look from Yoko. Xavier sighs as he shakes his head.

"Original colonist." Arleen explains, since that part is obviously not exactly clear. "Now prithee, put your cell phones on vibrate and make haste, for you are about to travel back in time to the year of our Lord 1625, to Jericho's first pilgrim settlement."

With that, pilgrim begins to walk ahead. Phones from the students pockets conveniently off, a few start texting their buddies, but noticeably, none of them actually set them on Do Not Disturb. Wednesday says nothing as she follows everyone else's lead.

They are taken to the beating heart of Pilgrim World. 

Eugene's eyes almost light up when he sees the sweets on display and the sign on the top. "Ye Olde Fudgery?!"

"More like ye olde diabetes in a box." Xavier remarks as he crosses his arms, chuckling at the entire concept with a slight hint of amusement.

"Volunteers, prick up thine ears." Arleen gets all of the students attention again as she holds up a tray of pilgrim uniforms, male and female. "Fudge is the lifeblood of our humble community. And samples equal sales, so grab a uniform and a box and make our forefathers proud."

Wednesday grabs the top cowl. "Are these for muzzling tourists?"

Arleen frowns at her.

Which means negative.

Xavier snorts.

Meanwhile, the wolf from earlier makes itself welcome into Pilgrim World despite all the warning signs. Some of the tourists and employees that see it are awed and a little terrified of such a creature. But, most of them accept it as part of the amusement. 

It sees the picture stand of Joseph Crackstone, and growls at it. From softer to louder. It then walks over and urinates on the image of the head pilgrim specifically.

Then it goes farther into Pilgrim World.

More specifically, towards Wednesday Addams.

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Jericho: Uriah's Heap

Old furniture, antique dresses, eternally ticking clocks, squirrels, rats, racoons, foxes, hamsters, skunks, and a family of ferrets are hanging out on the shelves, completely still. Some as themselves, some in barbie-sized clothes of their own, sitting in front of tinier furniture, pretending to drink tea. Their pupils never movie, yet it feels like they're staring at everyone. 

Enid grimaces at the sight of them, especially the rodent dressed as Freddy Kreuger, brandishing claw-knifes. 

"I'm pretty sure it's dead." Ajax deduces as he looks closely at the rat dressed like a punk. "See the tire treads across its tail?"

"Local artist scooped that fella up right here on Route 22." The owner of this special establishment chimes in.

"You're telling me someone actually goes out and collects roadkill and turns them into that?" Enid turns her head, wondering what kind of person would actually pick up something that would be bitten by so many disease-carrying flies. 

"Can't keep them on the shelves." The owner confirms with a nod. "Got a whole section dedicated to these beauties. Too cute. You two want to make yourselves useful? I reckon they could use a good brush with a Tangle Teezer. It freshens up the fur."

She holds up two brushes and extends them to both. Pink and blue. Enid's hair spikes up at the mere thought of touching something that is already dead. She definitely wouldn't want someone playing with her fur without permission. That, and the whole thing just feels disgusting to her in general. 

"Maybe we can do that after, like, a...... an extended coffee break." Enid desperately turns to the gorgon. " Right, Ajax?"

She elbows his side.

"U-Uh, yeah. We'll, uh..... we'll hit the Weathervane." Ajax quickly takes the hint to play along. "Want us to pick you up something?"

"Oh, no need to pay for that overpriced hipster swill. I'm brewing chaga." The owner informs them however with a scoff. The two Outcasts share a confused look. "It's my own blend. Mushroom tea. I foraged the little buggers myself. Better get teasing, you're in for a treat."

She hands them the brushes, with no way they can skip out of it. Enid reluctantly takes the pink brush for the girl, and Ajax plays with the blue brush as a boy. 

Only problem is, they have no idea what they're doing, or if they even want to do it. 

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Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

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Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

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Get off my fucking blog if you can’t reblog this.

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Thank you.

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Yes!!!!!!!! And if anyone does support this, Block my damn blog and never come near me

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my first reblog will be this and probably remain the only one (as I don’t enjoy reblogging stuff).

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What irritates me the most is when other men downplay it and say that he must’ve enjoyed it like no you fucking asshole.

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The fact that it's still treated like a joke, even in modern story telling is sickening

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𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊 |19|

Note: Y/N fanfiction

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N is not the ideal vampire, his ambitious and dreams died years ago. But, when Wednesday Addams rolls into Nevermore, his blood craving returns. He knows the risks, but he has to know her.

Warnings: Insects getting squished (If you're squeamish about that)

Jericho: Town Square

Nevermore has now arrived to the town of Jericho. The purple busses pull into separate parking spots, and the students/teachers pour out one by one. Y/N keeps his hands in his pockets, and his sunglasses on tight. The staring from the Normies as they watch the Outcast swarm. Parents clutching their children protectively, deputies rolling down their front windows, cars looking for an alternative parking spot. If it wasn't for the blockades, there might've been a sudden 'accident'.

Doesn't matter how many 'Outreaching; they do, he doesn't see it changing. Even the victors couldn't cut that part out of the history books.

He's never bothered correcting them, because why would he? He's the reason this town and the school are the way they are now. And like the perfect fairytale, he's been cursed to watch the aftermath of his decisions.

And the cherry on top? He'll only admit that to himself. If it was any other case, he would've left years ago, but he made a promise.

As he decides how he's going to handle this year, he sees Xavier staring at a blank canvas on a brick wall. The massive white paint. Crossed arms, no expression. Y/N watches sheepishly as he approaches.

"All we need now is a mirror." He quips out loud, to which Xavier simply hums in response. Y/N glances down in shame. "I'm sorry, I should've gotten involved the second I saw Tyler put his knee on you."

"Not really what I'm mad about." Xavier assures him with a shake of his head, though it still feels like part of Y/N is responsible for this, even if he was already whitewashed by the time he was there.

Still, that's all he's good for, isn't it? Being around. Wednesday is out there, investigating crime scenes while he is just attending to this fake fraternity version of the Nightshades, despite what Vlad has told him.

One person is playing the mystery drama, while he's stuck himself into this permanent soap opera.

"Well, I know I'm undead in a teenager's body, but I promise that I'm not gonna let anyone pick on you like that again." Y/N promises him and really meaning it.

"Don't kid yourself, man." Xavier responds with a skeptical smirk. "We both know that you like living in your edgy vampire phase."

"Well, I mean...." Y/N shrugs as he watches him head out. "I used to, I guess."

He eventually continues on with the rest of the crowd. Today could be the day that he finally loses his nerve, working in the Weathervane of all things. But he can also survive, at least compared to the company that would've been waiting for him at Pilgrim World.

Speaking of, they seem to already have the statue set up in the middle of the town square. He can see all the way from down the street.

And he makes his cold blood turn boiling hot. He has to stop in the middle of the street, thinking that he missed his morning blood for a minute because there's no way that someone actually approved it.

Oh, what is he saying? Of course they approved it. He's the hero, after all.

"What are you staring at and why?"

Y/N almost jumps, seeing Wednesday standing right next to him appearing out of physically nowhere.

"Nothing." Y/N answers, blatantly lying through his teeth as he avoids the thing that was causing him grief. Wednesday stares at him observantly, waiting for him to say something else after that, but his mouth remains shut. And now, here they are, standing in the middle of the street like it's normal.

"Are you still stewing because I rejected your invitation?" Wednesday questions him, prompting him to finally match her gaze.

"Is it that shocking to know that I took an opportunity for us to get closer? Even though my friends didn't like it?"

"Oh, please. I'm just cannon fodder in whatever cold war you're waging with Bianca." Wednesday accuses him, scoffing away his offer of attention. The only thing she would contribute to that elite club anyway is turn it into a madhouse.

"Yeah, well, that whole thing is done." Y/N claims as he shifts in his step, making Wednesday squint at him. "You got all my attention now."

"You really expect me to believe you abandoned Bianca that easily?" Wednesday questions him suspiciously. "You seemed the type to secretly love the attention."

"Yeah, but she only delivers half of what you offer."

"Wonderful." Wednesday sarcastically mutters. His words actually do enough to make her exhale so heavily that it could create cracks in the cement. "Keep the compliments coming, and I will reward with a nice, hot, and comfortable bath. One that isn't of water, but battery acid."

"See? That's exactly what I'm talking about right there." Y/N replies without missing a beat, pointing a cheerful finger at her. "Why do I need Bianca when I have the venomous back-handed phrases that spew out of your mouth?"

"Don't get used to it." Wednesday warns him with an attempted glare. "I have more pressing issues on my mind."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?"

"Tracking down the monster that killed Rowan."

"Ah, yes, how could I forget about that?" Y/N remarks with a small sigh. It's like talking to a direct clone of someone else. "Look, I'm probably wasting words here, but please be careful. If whatever you saw in the woods does exist, there's nothing saying that it will spare you a second time."

"I can take care of myself."

"Yep, there it is." Y/N points at her, seeing that line coming from a mile away. "You're gonna get yourself killed."

"I won't."

"Yes, you will." Y/N persists, snapping his head to give her a cold glare that rivals her own. One that earnestly sends a chill down the sub-zero girl's spine. "And like with everyone else, you're gonna hate what you find. It isn't worth dying over."

"If that's the case, why did you show up at the woods?" Wednesday brings up. "You know, you never really explained that to me."

"That was different." Y/N claims with a tiny shrug. "I was trying to get some closure on a friend. Someone that I failed."

Wednesday stares at him blankly. "Which one?"

Y/N stops and gives her an unamused look.

"That's my line."

"You may be more content with hiding in your little coffin, but I'm not." Wednesday claims with an unspoken passion. Silent, but it's evidently there, roaring. "People can dismiss me and make a million excuses, but I'm not gonna stop."

The vampire hums upon hearing that. He can't help but stare at her in admiration, his undead heart beating ten tons. He envies her. He wishes he had that kind of determination again. But he wasted it on something selfish, and now he can never have it back.

"You know, I wasn't lying when I said that I can help you." Y/N brings up, since she's made her point brazenly clear. "What are you looking for?"

"Why are you so curious?" Wednesday deflects with another suspicious look.

"I don't know, maybe because I'm a vampire older than ninety percent of the student body here, and you're the one that's seemingly investigating old things to find your creature." Y/N points out in a matter-of-fact tone. "If you need a history buff, I'm your man."

Wednesday wants to shoot him down, but she can't deny that part of her is curious. "How old exactly are you?"

Y/N shrugs. "I lost count."

Wednesday rolls her eyes, but it was worth another shot.

"I mean, history is kind of my thing, in case you didn't notice." Y/N insists in a very confident way. "Despite however you long may think I've really been in Nevermore, and I honestly haven't paid that much attention to things, I still know enough about Jericho and Nevermore to blow your socks off."

"You're really telling me that you've seen every secret location in this town?"

"Hmm, I don't know...." Y/N answers honestly as he scratches his head. "But I'd be willing to find out."

"Something tells me that you're line of work is in no way compatible for my personal life. You've already shown how squeamish you are to the truth. I doubt you actually carry the traits of a real investigator." Wednesday retorts however, despite everything that the vampire has said to try and convince her. "I prefer to brush through my mysteries alone. You stick with your daily routine of a daytime soap opera."

Y/N softens, but due to a small pain in his chest. That's literally what he was telling himself five minutes ago.

"Speaking of...." Wednesday perks up. She lifts her back from her shoulder and pulls out the purple journal from underneath. She flips specifically to the part "You didn't seem so surprised when I showed you this last night. You've seen it before, haven't you?"

Y/N slowly takes it to examine it closure. The drawing of Wednesday's silhouette, along with the pilgrim and Nevermore's ruins. He gives Wednesday a squinted look.

"I know you're new at this, but thieves don't show the property they've stolen after they took it."

"Stop avoiding."

"Yes, I saw it." Y/N reluctantly answers with a sigh. "It's pretty much the reason why I was searching for Rowan's body.... if there is one."

Wednesday shoots him a knowing look. "You confronted Rowan. You almost bit his neck, and he threw you against the wall with his telekinesis.

"Yeah..." Y/N swallows, looking down in shame. "It's called a conscious, you should look one up. It might help your color allergy."

Wednesday takes that into consideration. She wonders if there's a reason deeper behind the evident fact that he seems to blame himself for the psychic's death, and that's why he's torn between believing it or not.

"Do you know who this is?" Wednesday asks him as she points towards the non-ripped page.

"Yeah, it's Joseph Crackstone." Y/N answers with a reluctant nod. "To summarize, he's Jericho's war-"

He cuts himself off, shutting his eyes. Wednesday can practically hear him biting his tongue and smell the blood from inside his mouth.

".....founding father."

He looks over and sees Jericho's social workers rolling down advertisements of Pilgrim World on streetlights.

"That's him right there."

Wednesday turns around and sees a simple illusion of what the town wants its tourists and occupants to see of such a tall man, wearing a black coat that's much wider than it really needs to be.

She can already see why Y/N distastes him.

"What makes you so certain that it's Joseph Crackstone in this drawing?" Wednesday asks the vampire. After all, the face is not exactly visible.

Y/N gives her an unreadable look.

"Educational guess."

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Jericho: Town Square

Sheriff Galpin watches the workers set up the town square for the upcoming celebration of Outreach Day. He's never personally understood it, no matter how hard he's tried. And the worst part is that he's going to have to sit in one of those chairs, watching teenagers perform for another social group that they're pretending to like.

Not to mention that statue..... throws him off in a way that's impossible to describe.

"Sheriff!" A man's voice snaps him out of his observations, and he turns around to see the mayor and a kid already in a pilgrim costume approaching him. "You remember my son, Lucas?"

"I sure do." Donovan brightly responds. "I ran into him and his buddies last week at the Harvest Festival, taking a nap."

Lucas's face drops. He awkwardly glances away as both adults are now staring blankly at him.

"I'd better get to work."

"Hey." Noble calls out to him, giving him a stern father look. "No trouble today, got it?"

Lucas nods and hurries away. Donovan then sees the army of outcasts pouring into the square and can't hold in his disapproving groan.

"Hey, don't look too excited." Noble remarks as they idly walk around the grass. "Those outcast kids might think we're happy to have them."

"We still got something lurking in the woods." Donovan points out, explaining the thing that has him so busy that he barely gets any sleep at night. And no sleep equals a grump mood. "No doubt connected to that school."

"Come on, would you stop pointing fingers at Nevermore? You know how much Jericho depends on that place." Noble reminds him tiredly. "Who do you think pays for our roads, our parks, even your salary?"

"I'm just doing my job, looking out for the well-being of our town, boss." Donovan claims with a teasing smirk on his face.

"Don't lecture me, Donovan." Noble gives him an unamused glare. "Now, before the good citizens of Jericho elected me mayor, I used to wear that badge, remember?

Donovan nods with a hum, because how could he forget? He was his deputy, after all. "You never struck me as much of a history buff back then."

"Yeah, well, if it's good for business, then it's good for Jericho."

"Especially if your business is Pilgrim World."

"Hey." Noble gives him a firm squeeze on the shoulder, not ignorant of that back-handed comment he made. "Just find the damn bear and take care of it."

The sheriff takes a deep breath. He drops his high shoulders with a quiet grumble.

"Yes, all right. Everyone take a seat. We have a special announcement." Weems's voice cuts through the air, meaning that their conversation is over.

The mayor turns around and whips up his plastic mask. A massive wide grin that looks like he's flexing how often he brushes his teeth for massive events like these. He marches forward like a happy man.

"Welcome, welcome, Nevermore Academy." Lucas addresses the crowd. Y/N and Wednesday finally catch up to everyone else, the vampire leans against the benchers apathetically. "Now, on behalf of the entire Jericho community, we are so pleased to have you all here today. Your generosity and hard work are truly..... outreachous!"

He cracks a fake laugh, and Weems walks up to take his place.

"Okay, everyone. We'll see you back here at one o'clock for lunch. Enjoy!

Y/N is not enjoying this. He is instead glaring at the statue of Joseph Crackstone, standing at the tip of the massive fountain in the center of the square. It's ironic how the church hovers over it.

Valerie did say that he should try focusing back, thinking about what made him who he is today. Weird that Outreach Day is the date where he's going to be doing that.

"Eh, bite me....." Y/N grumbles under his breath, shaking his head in disgust. He sarcastically turns towards the uninterested Wednesday. "You ready to have fun?"

He softly pats her on the shoulder.

And something abruptly shoots through her body.

At first, she thinks it was just a minor shock, but then she looks around and realizes that the town square as abruptly changed. Some buildings are different, or have outright disappeared. In fact, it looks more like she's in a village than a town.

It takes her a minute, but she deduces the cause of her surroundings. She's been sent back to Jericho before it was Jericho.

"I still don't trust these pilgrims that have chosen to neighbor themselves so close to our lands."

That voice...... it's hers with a thicker accent.

She snaps her head towards the source and that's when she sees her clone walking down the grass and dirt roads where there aren't any streets yet. But she isn't alone, she's with Y/N. At least, a different version of him. His hair is brighter, more taken care off, and his clothes look cleaner than even the Nevermore uniform.

She never thought she would see a version of the vampire that wasn't so....... desolate.

"Me neither." He agrees in response to what her clone was saying earlier. "But if it wasn't for them, we wouldn't have met."

He squeezes her palm tight. Wednesday only then notices that they are shamelessly holding hands while walking through the active village, pretending not to notice the eyes of jealous pilgrims, male and female alike. It ties a knot in her stomach.

"Oh, you're such a charmer." Goody remarks as she gives him a look for his specific phrasing.

"Well, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"What? I can't be that mean, am I?"

"Why do you think I never let our new friends pressure me into an attack?" Y/N teasingly asks her, playfully tapping on the locks of her hair. "It's because I don't need to court a woman like Olivia when I have the venomous back-handed phrases that spew out of your mouth."

"Well, throw me into a fire, why don't you?" Goody remarks with a defensive look, earning a earnest chuckle from the vampire.

"What I'm trying to say is......" Y/N exhales before stopping to stare at the girl directly. "You make me stronger than I honestly should be."

"I know." Goody responds with a proud glint in her eye. Though it quickly fakes away once her brain reminds her of her other worries. "But tell me, what does the representative of this little pilgrimage want with someone like you?"

"Maybe he wants me for my undying charm?" Y/N responds with a quip, pun intended. "After all, it did get me someone like you."

Goody rolls her eyes, trying to hide the fact that secretly loves the relentless compliments. "I'm being serious."

"If anything rot happens, I'll let you know." Y/N promises as he plays with one of the girl's golden pigtails. "I know out of both of us that you can be the more terrifying one."

"You're absolutely right about that." Goody replies with an unmistakable passion.

Wednesday watches them show such subconscious with disgust. The way she holds his hands so tightly, afraid of letting go. The one he plants a soft, slow, affectionate kiss on the scalp of her hair, and another on her forehead. And she can't tear her eyes away.

But, no, she realizes that this feeling isn't the same thing. It's much different than when she watches her mother and father make out with each other like instinct-driven animals. Her heart is beating a different color. This is envy.

It's hard for her to acknowledge it. She's never truly felt this green for something in her entire life. To her, love will only be a concept.

And seeing her clone looks so concerned as she's forced to separate from another person.... it makes her uncomfortable.

She isn't going to be like that, right?

She sees the world around her begin to evaporate the closer Y/N gets to the church. She remembers that him touching her shoulder triggered the vision, so she must be seeing this from his perspective. Not wanting to be standing in a void, she follows him.

He approaches the recently built church, and knocks on the door.

"I hear you! Come inside!"

He does exactly that, now that he has his word. The only man inside besides the vampire is a lone pilgrim kneeling before the alter. Wednesday recognizes the coat...... Joseph Crackstone.

"I'm glad my invitation was accepted."

"You're lucky I did." Y/N replies with a blank expression. He glances at the interior, the cross right above the man's crouched position.

"Fear not, lad. Thou standest amongst friends." Joseph finally rose to his feet, turning toward him beneath the shadow of the cross. "This is the Lord's house. No fiend nor devil may tread within these walls unchallenged. His holy signs and blessed waters ward against the wicked things that prowl in darkness."

Y/N squints at him, cautious. "You know about vampires?"

Joseph loosed a dry, unsettling laugh.

"Aye, boy... canst thou not discern where thou standest? I am a servant of God. I know well the works of Satan and all his foul progeny." Joseph passionately answers as he walks towards the stone basin. "And I reckon thou hast crossed paths with such creatures thyself. Word travels swiftly amongst God-fearing folk. They say thou wert once driven from thy homeland by unnatural horrors. The blood of a brave man is Heaven's greatest mercy in troubled times. Thou hast the look of one tempered by suffering. Mark me well, son. Though the Devil laboureth endlessly against mankind, the Lord in His wisdom provideth tools for righteous hands."

Y/N blinks. Joseph seems to think that he's one of the normals, maybe he can use this for now.

"Walk with me, will you?" Joseph requests as he ushers him outside of the church. Y/N obviously doesn't retort as he walks him out down the roads and to a well. "I have studied these abominations since the pestilence befell my homeland. Mine own family line hath been baptized in suffering. I watched neighbour after neighbour perish whilst physicians and remedies proved powerless. For many months I bore the burden of guilt... until mine eyes were opened to the truth. The only souls untouched by the plague were the demons."

He stops at the well, staring down at the stone bricks that build it.

"Then did I understand. They were servants of the Adversary. Wolves clad in the flesh of men. So, I hunted them. One by one." Joseph shares with Y/N as he squishes numerous ants on the stone bricks with his finger, not caring about getting insect guts on his prints. "Yet many amongst my brethren lacked the strength to do what righteousness demanded. Some called me cruel. Others mad. But there were faithful men amongst them still. True believers. Thus we journeyed forth to build a purer world..."

He lifts up the stone slab and reveals an army of ants.

".....only to discover that the very people with whom we break bread are vermin in human skin." Joseph reveals with a gut-wrenching growl. "Mark my words, boy, should these creatures remain unchecked, they shall slaughter us all. Man, woman, and child alike. And for what cause? Because we are not as they are."

Y/N bites his cheek, keeping his expression borderline unreadable. "And what are we supposed to do about this?"

Joseph grins, before smashing all of the ants with the stone slab. Y/N almost winces as he hears it scrape against the brick beneath, grinding every living thing below into a mushy carcass.

"I have read the accounts of explorers and pilgrims alike. I have even forced mine own eyes upon the forbidden tomes kept by these heathens." Joseph claims with an ambitious glint in his eye. "Somewhere within this land lies a sacred staff, a weapon blessed by the Heavenly Host themselves. With but the motion of a finger, its bearer may command flesh, stone, and spirit alike. Now that my flock hath settled upon this land, we shall find it... and with it, we shall cleanse this world of corruption."

Wednesday glances at Y/N, he can see his lips twitching. Hearing that the pilgrim's real reason for moving here was to find a simple staff almost sounds humorous to someone like him.

"I mean no disrespect, Mr. Crackstone, but I don't see any proof of these Hell-spawn that you speak of."

"They are real, boy. Of this I harbor no doubt." Joseph insists, taking a heavy step closer. "For the Lord Himself hath revealed it unto me."

"You claim to be chosen by God?"

"Chosen? Nay..." Joseph passionately growls, his face twitching with fury he believes to be divine. "I was commanded."

He points a passionate finger towards Y/N's face.

"God hath charged me with the cleansing of His creation. These demons have stained the Earth with their wickedness, and somebody must answer for it." Joseph claimed, his eyes gleam fanatically. "If not in this age... then four hundred years hence. Yet His judgment shall come."

Y/N licks his gums, his eyes glance in multiple directions. All he sees right now is a spitting image of his father. The one he thought he could escape from.

"Thou shouldst consider my offer carefully, lad." Joseph urges him, walking around the well with planned footprints before stopping to give him a digging stare. "Mayhap I could persuade my brethren to grant mercy unto one undeserving soul... like the creature thou lovest."

Y/N snaps his head towards him, blinking. Even Wednesday feels a wave of anxiety from that one look, even though she knows that she's only watching a vision.

"You want to find this staff?" Y/N questions him with a fixed smile, approaching him directly. "You want to know where it is?"

"That's what I said, is it not?"

Y/N looks him dead in the eye, then his arm shoots out. His hand wraps its claws around Crackstone's throat, clutching it tight. The man that claimed to be the mightiest is now choking on his own saliva. 

"You cannot." Y/N coldly states, his eyes changing into a bloodshot form, revealing his true identity to the pilgrim who is now staring at him in terror. After a few seconds, he lets him go, allowing him to drop to the floor, gasping for air. "Don't you dare call her a 'creature'. And don't ever attempt to blackmail me again."

Then he calmly leaves him, like nothing happened. 

He didn't even need to use compulsion. 

Then Wednesday comes back to the real world. When she looks up, she sees Y/N holding her shoulders, preventing her from falling to the ground and causing a scene.

"Easy there, pilgrim." 

Wednesday abruptly pulls away from him.

"I'm fine."

She sheepishly stomps away, trying to fight the urge to look over her shoulder and glance at him. 

This vampire continues to be a mystery. 

@lais-chan @needjoekeery @carnivore-spikachu @distinguishedthingcolor @jacenradio7

[arsenysworld]

Have you ever seen the comic "Crossed", which was recommended on TikTok? First I watched half of comic, solid blood and violence, I started watching stories, all kinds of nonsense, and then I started looking for this comic on Google. I watched and read, and then I realized that, what the fuck I just watched it?! It's so damn cruel, so damn scary, I didn't even want to watch it to the end. Everything is complete nonsense, there are no words. I've never seen such a comic in my life, even in 2026. It's terrible, worse than "The Boys"! I don't know if you like this comic, but I don't want to watch it. I don't need this fuckin crap, I'm already sick of it. And they also want to make a movie based on this comic. I won't watch it! Fuck that!

@6rookie-writer0110 @jacenradio7 @fandomnerd9602 @viilovers

[jaxtheghostface]

There's technically already a movie l. It's called The Sadness, same exact premise.

If you didn't like the comics, then I would advise against it. It's some crazy shit.

Maybe it's just me, but I liked it. My sense of horror in the genre had gotten so stale that I thought I finally lost my sense of fear. Well, seems I found one that managed to evolve it, lol. I literally could not sleep for a night. Rarely does a horror movie do that to me.

[jaxtheghostface]

𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊 |18|

Note: Y/N fanfiction

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N is not the ideal vampire, his ambitious and dreams died years ago. But, when Wednesday Addams rolls into Nevermore, his blood craving returns. He knows the risks, but he has to know her.

Warnings: Blood

Jericho: Valerie's Office

"So, explain it to me again." Valerie encourages Y/N who rests on the tiny sofa. Unlike Wednesday, he lays fully down on his back like it's a posture that everyone has parodied. He mostly does it so he doesn't have to refrain eye contact, hence why he's wearing his sunglasses even indoors. "Why you really like this girl?"

"She really looks like someone I used to know." Y/N simply answers the same line he always has since day one as he scratches his own fingers with his nails every time he squeezes. "Someone that I used to..... you know."

"Well, the feelings you've described every time you look at her seem to be normal vampire attraction. Obsessive thoughts, enhanced bloodthirst, impulsive sense to protect. But, you know those feelings can be dangerous, correct?" Valerie points out, to which Y/N nods with a heavy sigh. "Do you truly believe that you're in love with this girl?"

"It's complicated." Y/N shakes his head. "I mean, love isn't just neck-biting, kissing, and extra-touchy hugs we call cuddles, isn't it?"

Valerie hums as she rests her chin on both hands. "Do you ever consider that this intense attraction may be because you've remained stuck in the past?"

Y/N chuckles a bit to himself as he hears that phrasing. "Time doesn't really move for me the same way as it is for living creatures. I mean, I still remember the time I caught my first fly in mid-air. My selective hearing just caught it by chance while I was trying to listen on something else. To see if I could, I swiped it mid-air and caught between my fingers like a pair of chopsticks before I popped it in my mouth like candy."

Y/N smacks his lips together.

"It tasted horrible."

"How long have you been in Nevermore?" Valerie curiously asks.

"I guess by your definition, it would be a very long time." Y/N answers with a small shrug. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, it seems you have a keen memory for certain details." Valerie points out with an unreadable smirk on her face. "Do you think you can remember the events that led you to have this reaction upon seeing this girl you like?"

"I don't know....." Y/N mutters as he glances downward. "I haven't thought about it in a long time."

"Can you share it with me?"

"I don't think so." Y/N answers with a cheeky smile as he sits up, somewhat defensively. "I prefer staying deep inside my coffin, closed."

"You mentioned before that you were uncomfortable with yourself after you put hands on this girl in the library." Valerie brings back up however, causing that exact feeling to hit Y/N in the gut. "You don't want to know where that originated?"

Y/N exhales, before slowly laying back down on the sofa.

"I could try......."

They are once again in the woods, where nobody can see them. It may seem like they're keeping their relationship a secret, since they are two completely different people. But Y/N already knows that the entire village already suspects their relationship, even if it isn't official.

What else could they be together? Goody has publicly rejected every single her age that has proposed marriage except the vampire. Though, that's only because he's been too shy to ask.

"Try what?"

"Climb up the tree and then fall down to the very bottom." Goody repeats herself as she nods upwards towards the massive log. "Like you do."

"But I land safely because I can briefly control the wind right before I hit the ground." Y/N points up as he glances upwards with a nauseating feeling in her gut. "If you drop down, you'll simply hurt yourself."

"Not unless you can catch me." Goody retorts with a playful expression. She puts her boots on the bumpy edges, but Y/N hastily pulls onto the back of her dress.

"Please be wise." Y/N begs her not to pull this stunt, speaking from the depths of his beating heart. "If you break your ankle, it won't be just you that gets punished."

"Well, then you better not miss me then."

"Goody....." Y/N groans as he watches her climb up the tree despite his protests, which makes his heart beat faster and his lungs to overcompensate. "Please, don't do this. You'll hurt yourself."

"Have some faith in me!"

"That's a little difficult to do at the moment!" Y/N yells back as the knots in his stomach tie themselves tighter and tighter the higher she goes. "Something on that tree could break and you'll have a scar."

Goody briefly stops to look down at him, pretending to be hurt. "Are you calling me overweight?"

"What? No, I could never-!" Y/N overly stutters, before realizing that it's another one of Goody's jests. He closes eyes with a loud sigh, which of course earns a sweet-sounding giggle from her voice box. "Can you think logically for once?"

"I am thinking logically." Goody climbs as she eventually makes it to the tallest branch on the tree. Taller than three equal men if they were stacked on top of one another. "Last night, I had a vision that you would save me from danger, then kiss me afterwards."

"Do you normally count on your gifts to court me?" Y/N questions her with a raised brow, to which Goody looks down at him with a loving glint in here.

"We usually bring our visions to life because we see them."

"Goody...." Y/N whispers as dread begins to flow through his veins amongst the blood. "Please, come back down."

"I will, eventually." Goody responds teasingly, being as awfully stubborn as ever. "You just have to-"

CRACK!

The branch snaps apart due to Goody's weight, allowing gravity to take her before she can even finish her sentence. Panic scorches through Y/N and he sprints as fast as he can, narrowly catching the girl before she can hit the rough pair of risen roots below.

"Well......" Goody exhales as she looks up at Y/N with eyes that can't hide her gratefulness despite the fact that she's trying to look like she was fully prepared for that. She wraps her arms around his neck, fully taking advantage of the fact that he's holding her in a bridal manner. "As you can see, my visions are never wrong."

"You know, if death really does meet us both at the same time one day." Y/N mutters as he shakes his head at her. "It will probably be because of you and those dreams of yours."

"They're not dreams." Goody insistently retorts, though she leans forward and gives him a small peck on the cheek. "They're visions."

"Same thing."

Goody giggles while softly striking his shoulder. Y/N matches it as he sets her down. Before he can even say around, she grabs his face and kisses him hard. And he obviously reciprocates the gesture.

But then comes the strong scent of caramel, making his eyes water and his fangs grow. Y/N flinches and steps back in horror, much to the Addam's confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"Your..... your bleeding." Y/N stutters out in realization, since that can only be the real explanation. They both glance down and sees that Goody sees that she has a slow stream of blood pouring out of her palm, thanks to the wood shattering into splitters and stabbing her while she was falling. "I, um....."

The crimson red comes out through an open gash in her skin, perhaps multiple.

"Oh, my apologies." Goody deeply feels guilty, prompting her to straight up rip a piece of her dress without hesitation and using it to bandage her hand until the blood stops. Then she raises it and shows it to him. "There, problem solved."

Y/N still breathes heavily however, and his primal instincts have already been activated. He turns his head away in the fear of the slight chance that he will do anything out of his control.

"Hey....." Goody puts a soft hand on his shoulder. "Don't be afraid. Look at me."

"I-"

"Look at me." Goody repeats as she pulls him back. She makes him look deep into her eyes, where the moonlight is shining bright. "You see now? I'm not scared."

She captures her lips with his again. And they have some kind of magical spell on them, because all of his anxiety suddenly vanishes away from him. He rests his hands on her neck, soft but protective, and kisses her back. This must be the real love that he was seeking, not the fake kind that his father keeps around.

It's not so complex anymore.

But after a minute, Goody sees her lover soften in a low way. "What's wrong?"

"I just...." Y/N bites his lip as he looks down, the vampire aspect of their relationship hitting him again, getting in the way every time he feels complete. "I don't want to lose you."

"You won't." Goody assures him with a calm shake of her head and an awfully bright smile for a raven like her. "Because I will be right here...."

She presses her hand softly on his chest.

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Nevermore Academy: The Quad

Although she's been kicked out of the library, Wednesday now has the purple book. And even with that, she'll know that she can sneak back into there at any time. It's not like the rules of the fake Nightshades apply to her. She now has the complete set of the two pages that Rowan's mother supposedly drew herself, telling the world of how she will doom the school.

She can't ask Rowan himself, because he's either dead or far away from here as a ghoul. But, she now has another lead that she can now follow.

"In his room, I found a portrait of someone that looks like me. At the Poe Cup, I had another vision with both of them in it, except Y/N looked like he was from the seventeenth century." Wednesday mentions out loud to Thing as he listens to her behind a pillar. "I think our mysterious friend knows more about what I'm looking for more than he lets on."

One of the stitches on Thing's hand squints at her. He taps a subtle accusatory question.

"What? Of course this is only about the investigation. Why would I need to use this as an excuse to get to know him more?" Wednesday questions the hand defensively, to which Thing spells out a word and then points at her. "I am not secretly aroused at the fact that he has a keen interest in me. In fact, I'm about to exploit it today, like a cunning manipulator. I might even enjoy seeing his heart crushed."

Thing leans his wrist, skeptical.

"Besides, if I wanted any attention, Tyler Galpin already gives me enough. I don't need two boys frothing over me." Wednesday claims as she crosses her arms. Though, Thing shoots her a therapeutic signal or two. "No, Tyler is not an escape. Now, enough with the psychology questions."

She tucks him and the book back into her backpack right before a pair of students pass by, the hand goes by mostly unnoticed.

Right after saying all of these things, however, her eye immediately perks up to the balcony above as if having a spider sense tingling for teenaged boys that look like her age.

Because Y/N is staring at her, likely knowing that she would eventually stare back. He gives her a small wave, again. And again, she just gives him a blank look in response. Does he expect anything different? Or is that purposefully what he's looking for every time? Part of her is afraid to know the answer.

What are the thoughts under those sunglasses? She's inclined to figure out what is, no matter what. And if possible, prove to him that she's not going to fall for his constant romantic advances.

Y/N hums to himself as he eventually heads back down, where Ajax and Xavier currently on. Today is Outreach Day, so the quad is currently packed. This is usually the part where people back away from him because of the dark presence he's put on himself. But ever since the Poe Cup, they've just been seeing him as another Outcast. Which is both a curse and a blessing in its own right.

"Is it me or does Bianca seem to be a permanent bad mood." Ajax comments out loud as he catches the siren glaring at them from over yonder.

"That's my fault." Y/N admits but with a guiltless shrug. "She's mad that I'm not talking to her anymore."

"Damn, really? Ajax utters in surprise, to which Y/N nods in agreement. "Wow, hard to hear that she of all people didn't get her way."

"So, is that what the whole thing with pledging Wednesday was?" Xavier guesses with a pointed look. "Just a big middle finger to her?"

"Do I really seem that malicious?"

"Well, you have been going to Nevermore for at least twenty years, so...." Xavier shrugs, to which Y/N sighs.

"Fair point. But I just want her to know that I'm done being that kind of vampire."

"I'm afraid it's not that easy, Anakin Skywalker. People like Bianca hate not having what they want." Xavier regretful informs him with a shake of his head, causing Y/N to give him a raised bro like he's asking for elaboration. "You know the laws physics, right? The harder you resist, the harder it comes for you. You better watch your back."

Y/N turns around, but thankfully, Bianca is still all the way over there and isn't quite literally behind him. That makes sense, she isn't Wednesday.

"Well, then, what should I do?"

Xavier shrugs. "Get 'fish girls that won't leave me alone' repellent?"

"Oh, how clever." The loud clap from a pair of hands gets everyone's attention, and all of the students turn to see Weems now standing in an open area along with the other teachers of Nevermore.

"All students will report for their volunteer jobs at ten AM, sharp, followed by community lunch at one. As you know, this year Outreach Day culminates in a very special event, the dedication of a new memorial statue in the town square, which will also include performances by Nevermore students." Weems announces. 

Enid excitedly giggles. Xavier raises a curious brow, wondering why kind of statue it is. Bianca, Divina and the sirens all smile proudly amongst themselves. Wednesday is completely indifferent. Y/N frowns, already uncomfortable just from hearing this.  

"As representatives of our school, I trust you all put your best face going forward." 

Y/N glances over at the faceless Outcasts in the corner. The name should speak for itself. 

The teachers and staff begin handing out purple envelopes to all of the students. There's no names directed towards a certain person. Just a big foldable piece of paper with a place and address printed on the front with bolded letters. 

"What's the Weathervane?" Kent asks out loud as he looks at his paper with confusion as if he's never been to that place once. 

"The coffee shop we went to, remember?" Divina answers with a look asking if he really doesn't know. "Just stick to what the people tell you to do, okay? We're supposed to be the people supporting a dream."

"Dream?"

"It's like......" Divina snaps her fingers as she tries to explain in a way he understands. "You know the 'I have a dream' speech?"

"What, the one written by Barrack Obama?"

Divina blinks and squints at him. "Nevermind...."

"Hello, my little street urchin." Yoko's voice then chimes in, unknowingly interrupting their conversation. "I got Pilgrim's World. What did you get?" 

Divina opens up her envelope and frowns. "I got Hawte Kewture." She regretfully tells her. "I guess we'll only be seeing each other every couple of hours today."

"Oh, no...." Yoko playfully groans with disappointment. The two of them share a kiss that tries to be quick but ends lasting one or two minutes. Kent is obviously a little uncomfortable hearing them softly moan like that in front of him and all these people.

"I see you have gotten all..... touchy."

"Oh, is that a problem?" Divina questions him with a silent glare while her arms are wrapped tight around the vampire's neck. 

"Uh....." Kent awkwardly averts his eyes. "I guess not."

"Good."

Divina shoulders him as they two walk past. Kent plays with the piece of paper in his hands, hoping that he has at least one familiar face going with him to the coffee shop. At least his twin sister and her no longer ex-girlfriend won't be there.

And he's not the only one that's noticed the two.

"I'm still trying to figure out how she's awake already." Ajax comments out loud with him arms crossed as he watches the two of them interact. "Didn't Coach Vlad say that Yoko was gonna be out for weeks?"

"Unless it was a siren's blood." Xavier points out, which can be the only explanation. "Maybe someone in Puck or Thisbe felt bad." 

"Yeah, but that doesn't explain the....." Y/N mumbles, weirdly creating two Vs with his fingers and scissoring them together. "......passionate behavior they have going on. If I was Yoko, I would be freaking pissed that my ex willingly helped someone swap me garlic bread. I mean, I'm technically pissed at one right now." 

"I don't know if that's the same thing." Xavier comments out loud with a shake of his head. "But if you really wanna get into the emotional thunderstorm that is two lesbians, be my guess." 

Y/N thinks about it and awkwardly hums. "Maybe not...."

"Good choice."

They finally get their envelopes. Opening one can sometimes feel like scratching a lottery ticket, with the issue being that not everyone's a winner. 

"Oh my gosh, I got the Weathervane." Xavier groans obnoxiously loud due to all of them knowing who runs that place. He pleadingly turns to Ajax. "Dude, trade with me. Come on, trade with me!"

"No way, man. I ain't going to a place where I have to interact with short-tempered humans twenty-four/seven." Ajax shakes his head, pulling himself away from the guy's envelope. "Besides, I think me and Enid got the same one. I don't wanna jinx it." 

He looks over at the brightly haired girl who is grinning excitedly at him from across the Quad. He tries and fails to hide his own smirk.

"I didn't know you cared about the little furrball that way." Y/N comments while shooting him a teasing smirk. "If I recall correctly, you said it wasn't possible."

"It isn't, it totally isn't." Ajax insists while looking noticeably sheepish and shaky, to which the guys raise a skeptical brow. "But, you know....... might be nice if someone looked at you cool, that's all. Even if you can't really get with anyone."

"Uh-huh....." Y/N skeptically hums as he eventually takes his envelope. When he opens it however, his face instantly drops. "Shit."

"What?" Xavier gets curious. "What'd you get?"

"Pilgrim World." Y/N reluctantly answers as he slaps it a couple times just for existing. 

"Pilgrim World? What's wrong with that? That's like the only entertaining satirical joke that Jericho's managed to put up." Xavier points out while even laughing to himself about it. 

"Plus, they let you get away with eating the fudge." Ajax adds with a greedy grin on his face. Him and the psychic fist bump on that. 

"Because it's fake. The whole thing is fake." Y/N responds bitterly as adjusts his glasses in hopes that they hide his twitchy eyes. "What's worse is that the people running the show are slowly starting to believe it."

"Well, in that case....." Xavier extends his envelope over in a blatantly desperate attempt. "You wanna trade with me?"

"And work the same job as Tyler?" Y/N asks as he stuffs the one her currently has in his breast pocket. He knows fully well that the guy probably has a shift over there today, since it's Outreach. "I'd rather shove a stick up my piss-slot." 

Xavier drops his hand with a sigh. "Worth a shot...."

"Hey, guys." Kent idly greets as he passes by them. "Just so you know, Bianca's got Pilgrim World." 

Y/N and Xavier share a look, taking a minute to process that name. 

They silently swap envelopes. 

"Yes! I got Pilgrim World!" Enid exclaims with absolute glee as she skips over to Wednesday. To her and most other students, that park seems to be the only place in town worth slaving to the Normies for. "I do have natural people skills, and a love of performing, so it's kind of the obvi choice. What'd you get?"

Wednesday curiously opens her envelope. 

"Uriah's Heap, whatever that is." She answers, which immediately gets an ugly look from the werewolf. 

"Ew. It's this weird, creepy antique store. You'll love it, though." Enid explains, which does somewhat get Wednesday's attention. Though, it depends on what antiques they have, and if it'll help her find what she's looking for. "I'm crossing my claws Ajax and I will be outreaching together."

After Enid hops away, Principal Weems approaches Wednesday with her hands folded in a way that indicates she has plans. Plans that she won't particularly enjoy. "Wednesday, don't worry about your cello. I'll have it brought to the town square this afternoon."

Wednesday squints at her. "My cello?"

"I caught your rooftop serenade the other night. Impressive. I volunteered you and Y/N to accompany the Jericho High School marching band at the ceremony." Weems informs her. 

Wednesday turns her head over towards Y/N who playfully nods at her in response. She is desperately waiting for the woman to reveal that it's only a jest to make her heart race, but that part never comes. 

"I'm sure it won't be too challenging to play an uplifting Fleetwood Mac melody." Weems says as if she isn't dumping this on her out of the blue. 

"As long as you promise to hang me as a witch afterwards." Wednesday darkly demands. Weems's lips tense and raises a brow, but she holds her awkward grin anyway. 

Then, the ghastly teenager turns towards the vampire himself. She stomps towards him in a way that sends all the other teenagers packing, reading the tension from a mile away. 

"You're the one behind this, aren't you?"

"Who, hey, hey!" Y/N quickly raises his hands before she uses one of those monk-taught moves on him again. "Why do you always that everything do is a deliberate move to make us spend time together?"

Wednesday raises a brow at him, wondering if that's really a question.

"Weems already said that she was going to put you in the band, I just said that it was only going to happen if I volunteered as well." Y/N explains with a somewhat genuine expression on his face that says that it wasn't anything else, but Wednesday is still suspicious. "That way, if the music ends up being horrible, it won't just be you that takes the blame."

"You honestly expect to believe that you did this out of the goodness of your heart?" Wednesday interrogates him thoroughly. 

"Oh, Ms. Addams. My entire purpose is to attend to your well-being." Y/N dramatically teases as he claps his hands together. "Do you want me to polish your buckles? Maybe even brush those exquisite pigtails of yours? They could use an extra splash of darkness."

Wednesday feels her face going hot, prompting her to instantly turn around and walk away without saying anything. Y/N drops his head with a satisfied exhale.

"That's what I thought."

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Cracked Mirror |25|

Pairing: Ellie Alves x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N had no choice but to accept Joe Goldberg's hospitality. But will he become another version of him? Or change course before he crashes?

Warnings: Surprisingly None (Though I haven't proof-read this, so it will likely have some typos and gramatical errors.

This is it, my ticket to the celebrity life. I've done a lot of stupid things, just to get here. And, I've burned some bridges in the process, but I don't have any doubt that this is for the best. Maybe I'm being cheesy here, but I think Dad would've wanted this for me. For me to be independent. 

But, that's not the only thing I'm worrying about? 

Damn it, Y/N...... why do you always have to make things so difficult? 

Maybe you're not. Maybe I'm the problem, and I just can't admit it. I mean, I was the one who got involved with Henderson in the first place. And now look what happened to him. Look at what it did to Y/N, my own sister...... fuck, everything is just so so fucked up.

Whatever, I have to do this. I can't let anything stop me.

But maybe..... maybe I could make it up to him later.

Not in that way, of course, I may still have feelings for him, but I broke up with him for a reason. Gage taught me that there's nothing that can make me jump back onto an ex's bones that easily. 

And yet, it hurts to even think that in my head.

But no! I have to be cool. I'm going to be meeting an ex-star. Though, I'm definitely not gonna say 'ex-star' to his face. 

The car eventually pulls up to this very nice-looking hotel. The driver himself steps out to help me unload my cargo out of the back seat. Of course, I'm sure he's only doing it because of how young I look. I seem inexperienced and gullible to him. Can't blame him, I guess, but I'm gonna prove that I'm Queen Independent, moving forward.

The first thing I notice is people staring at me. They're wondering who I am, why I'm here. What did I do to get driven a chauffer. They already see me as someone famous, important, and fuck, does it feel good!

Then this guy standing next to the front door, wearing a suit, and bulky in an intimidating way, approaches me like a mechanic android.

"You are.... Ellie?" The man questions in a thicc Russian accent. Slightly intimidated by his presence alone, I silently nod in confirmation. Then he wags his finger. "Follow me."

He takes me through the lobby, down the hallway, and into the elevator. Once again, people are staring. Now I look like a celebrity being walked with by a bodyguard. One day, it's going to be like that every single day.

Once we eventually stop on the second floor, he turns me left and then brings me all the way to the far end of the hall in that direction. We stop at the last door on the left, where he pulls out a card and unlocks the door handle.

"Your room." The man states as he hands me the keycard. I take it and take a step inside. 

And all I can say is....... holy shit. 

"This..... this is my room?" I utter out loud, mentally slapping myself soon after. That should be pretty obvious since the tall scary man just explained that to me. "This is kind of.... expensive."

"Forty pay for all, don't worry about expenses. There is also credit card on table for food." The man calmly informs me. "No limits."

No limits? This guy is joking with me, right? 

The man closes the door, leaving me to a kind of privacy I honestly didn't think I would actually have. I check the table, and just like he said, an entire credit card that I actually use without limits.

This is good, almost too good to be true. Maybe because it is? Maybe it's....

No, relax, you're cool. You brought protection this time, Ellie. You know how to detect a drugged drink this time. We're all good. Plus, I'm not a spender. I can easily restrain myself from getting top-notch shit. 

I would rather eat expensive stuff with the food I actually earn, rather than being someone else's leech. 

Geez, Ellie.... you sound like Walter White. Be cool, let Forty know that you appreciate his hospitality. But, also remember your role as his assistant, remind him of who you are. That'll earn his respect easily.

Yeah, I got this. Nobody can stop Ellie Alves.

I check myself in the closet's mirror, making sure I look better and more professional when I finally meet Forty face to face. I do a quick change of anything I don't like. I need to look perfect for this. No mistakes. 

After which, I pull out my phone. Pictures from Chole seem to be blowing up on my foryou page. I forgot that I friended both her and Y/N. Speaking of, he's in most of these new pictures. They're from the party.

Look at them, so drunk, happy, and full of life. They aren't planning on a successful future, the amazing celebrity life. They just want to blend in the background like every other person. 

Gosh, this is the guy I thought I were gonna nail down for the rest of my life? I'm so stupid. I should've thought more realistic. I was gonna scare him off, sooner or later. Maybe it's good that I was the one who broke things off. 

Then again, I shouldn't have fucked him in the first place.

Gosh, I'm so stupid. 

No, damn it! Stop! Get out of the internet, Ellie! This is the new you, and you need to stop missing him. 

I need to stick with the program. I need to focus on what I want. And what I want to is to finally stop living invisible in a town full of people who get to live like they're divine beings. I would literally kill to be divine, and that's not an understatement. 

Finally breaking me out of this cycle is the sound of someone knocking at the door. Expectedly, I open it to find the scary Russian guy on the other side.

"Forty is here. He is ready to see you." He nods towards the room right across form me. 

 I step out, right behind him as he then knocks on the door.

I hear the feint voice of Forty behind said door. Though, it's extremely muffled. Possibly another reason by people rent rooms here....

"Could you get that?"

There's some kind of muffled argument that follows. But, it's hard to make out which voice is who's. After a minute or two of more knocking, the doorknob finally turns. And to my slight surprise, Joe is the one that ends up being the one that answers.

But, that makes sense, right? I mean, he is Forty's coworker best friend after all. He could've easily fired him for the whole "Will and Y/N Bettelheim." BS and he didn't. Should've known that he would be involved in writing this.

Joe blinks at me, multiple times. Like he's trying to clean something from his eyes with his lashes. "What are you doing here?"

Good to see you too, dick.

"What's all the noise about?" I ask out loud as I quickly step into the hotel room, though I do my best to be 'cool' about it. 

"What is she doing her?" Joe questions Forty angrily as he closes the door shut. "This is not a safe environment for her."

"Relax, Grandpa." 

Just to address the elephant in the room, Joe looks insanely pissed at Forty. Every time he looks in his general direction, his eyes widen as if threatening to pop out of their sockets at any moment. Meanwhile, my rich ticket is acting completely nonchalant. And possibly, is even amused by Goldberg's short-tempered behavior.

Did something happen between them? Should I ask for context? No, no, probably better to stick to the business at hand. Whatever beef these middle-aged dudes are having right now is not my problem. 

"She's fine." Forty assures him while chuckling. He puts a hand on his shoulder which Joe instantly pushes away. "She's across the hall in, um...."

He snaps his fingers, having already forgotten. I apparently have to finish the sentence for him.

"Suite 216."

That is..... not very comforting. But, at least his bodyguard knows how to keep track of things it seems. 

"Yeah, and Dimitri knows that she can come and go as she pleases." Forty then finishes with a small nod. I set the bag down, pull out my laptop, and set it down on the bar, ready to start this thing. He is already looking over my shoulder.

 "Yes, but..... what is she doing here?" Joe re-phrases the question as he gestures around the expensive room itself. 

I share a look with Forty Does he really not know? Did my guy just set this whole thing up on the spot? I feel like everyone involved in the project should know what's going on beforehand, especially if the two know each other.

"He hired me as your guys' writing assistant." I answer. Joe's eyes then do this little twitch, and he stares at both of us for an uncomfortably long amount of time without really saying anything. Well, it looks like he's saying something, but it's not out loud.

"I thought of everything. This is gonna be fun." Forty brags to Joe with an excited chuckle. However, his first instinct is, unsurprisingly, grabbing the massive book that the hotel came with. "Alright, now, uh, who wants room service?"

I lean in shut the book closed.

"Are we eating, or are we working?" I question him, wanting to focus on the important stuff first. Forty shrugs his shoulders as if slightly hurt.

"Por que no los dos?" 

He opens it back up. 

Oh my gosh. This guy is going to be a handful, isn't me? I mean, I guess it's better than dating the serial date-rapist, but I was still hoping for at least some kind of control for him. And what the hell's going on with Joe? He's ambling around the room as if looking for a murder weapon?

Every minute, I have this sudden urge to ask him about Y/N. Part of me is still worried about him, despite how much he keeps trying to push us into a romantic narrative, no matter how many street signs I give him. 

But, this is work, and I need to be professional, since someone is clearly focusing more on the pleasure than the business. 

I mean, geez, what the heck even is this script? Y/N could've easily come up with something better. Heck, I could have! Joe isn't even helping, he just mindlessly agrees to whatever Forty puts out, or makes only the slightest correction here and there. It's so painfully obvious that his mind is elsewhere. While Forty's is at his ding-dong. 

"How's the dialogue trim going?" 

"Already got a page off."

"Good. Okay, if we cut some fat from the bottom of act two, the flow will be much smoother." Joe claims as he paces around the room. He seems really focused on the pacing more than anything else related to the storytelling. It's like a secret agenda. 

"Dope."

Forty opens a tablet and straight up doses his glass bottle with pills. Even Joe is staring at that the same way that I probably am right now.

"I'm sorry, what are you drinking?" Joe questions him. 

"Kombexy. It's kombucha and dexedrine." Forty casually explains as if that's a 'cool' thing he does. I really hope that I don't have a diet like that some day. "Oh, it's my secret weapon for staying focused."

Okay, try not to laugh.

"I'm diagnosed ADHD."

"Of course you are." I comment with a slow nod. That sadly makes a lot of sense. As long as he keeps those pills in his own drink, I'll be happy. 

"BOOM!" Forty eventually swipes the laptop and shows it off in his best friend's face. "With Ellie's edits, we are at a hundred-eighteen pages. Same length as The Hurt Locker. Fin."

Joe looks incredibly relieved to hear that. I had a slight hunch that 'fin' was his only goal. 

"I hit every moment. Check it, comrade." Forty hands the laptop to him. Joe's face is completely blank, but I know exactly what he's thinking. Not an exaggeration. "Who's the man, Joe? I'm the man! I'm the man! I'm the man!"

He hops towards me with his hand raised as if he wants a high five. But should I really give it to him? 

"You look like somebody just pissed all over your rainbow." Forty notices with a point. His smile now upside down. I don't know if that's some weird attempt at calling me queer, but whatever. He turns to Joe.  "What's wrong with her?"

"Nothing's wrong with me." I correct him, eventually shrugging. "I just don't think you're done."

Then the confidence breaks. Forty squints at me, happy. "Say more."

"First off, the script is predicable."

"Okay, well, I was staying true to the source material." 

"And the female perspective is sorely lacking."

"Oh! Okay, okay, okay, okay!" Forty starts laughing in a fake way. The fact that he is immediately this defensive tells me right away why he hasn't gotten back into the film industry since that one indie film he made. "What do you mean, lacking?"

"I mean, it isn't real."

"Beck was real!" Forty claims while raising his voice. "She humps a pillow multiple times!"

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Forty tilts his head at me. "Okay, okay. What would you suggest, Sofia Coppola?" 

He is not going to like it, but I'm going to tell this entitled douchebag how it is.

"I think you should start over. Figure out who Beck really is and why you're the one to tell her story." I tell him in the most blunt but constructive way possible. 

"That...... seems a bit drastic." Joe replies with a hand on Forty's shoulder.  Yup, totally trying to skip out of here early. "Let's not, uh.... look, let's do a quick Beck pass, huh?"

"It's going to need more than a quick pass." I state out loud with a chuckle. 

But Forty dies a little inside. I can see it in his eyes. He walks over and grabs his jacket from the couch, as if he's about to leave. 

"Forty, where are you going?" Joe asks him, confused. Forty looks over yonder. I can't see how he looks right now through the back of his head. But, I reckon it's still the same face as before.

"I gotta get outta here."

Now, at first, I thought I was getting hit with whatever he was drinking. But, this is actually real. Forty literally opens the window, and jumps out of it. I hear a loud bang after.

Joe curses out loud, just as shocked. Both of us rush over to the ledge. At first, I though this guy just killed himself over a first draft. But then, I see that he landed on a dumpster on the first story. He crawls himself out and exits the alley, a loophole to his own 'caged in' rule. 

This guy does not handle criticism very well.

"Okay, go back to your room, order all the food you want, and go to bed." Joe tells me like he's my father. He then crawls over the ledge, beginning to attempt the same crazy stunt that Forty just did. 

"I can't tell if you're a worse producer or babysitter." I can't help but say out loud. 

"Just don't leave." Joe says with a stern look on his face. Then he hops off into the dumpster, I assume, to follow Forty. Not sure why though. He's probably going to be back after he's finished going through.... whatever that was. 

I'm not exactly sure what to say to Dimitri, but he's been ordered to let me leave. So, I just nod at him and go into my room. I mean, what am I supposed to say? 

Hey, big man. Crazy story, but your boss just threw himself out the window and ran away. I'm sure it had nothing to do with me, honest. 

I flop myself onto the bed. The first thing I do, scroll through social media. Chole is on a roll right now. More pictures of her and Y/N. They seem to be very platonic, but one can easily tell the 'benefits' part behind those picture.

Like in this one, where the two have their shoulders around each other while someone else is taking the picture. I'm pretty sure Chole's missing hand in this shot is on Y/N's ass. I mean, that's all she wanted right. 

And to think, that he was inside me once.

Fuck! No! I'm doing it again. Just throw the phone onto the bed and forget the doomscrolling for tonight. Things are different and I need to stop acting like I'm jealous. Because I'm not. Everything is okay. 

I grab my phone again, but only to check the time. At least five hours helping Joe and Forty with writing, and another or two has passed in this bed. How time flies when you're feeling sorry for yourself. 

THUD!

What the hell?

That came from just outside. 

A few more noises like that emit from the hallway. Not exactly easy to ignore. 

Knock!

Knock!

Knock! 

Now, someone's at my door. 

I stand up, walk over, and put my eye on the little see-through hole. 

I can't believe it.......

I open the door, and there he is. His gorgeous face, his sexy Y/H/C hair, and his cute ass. 

"Hey, Ellie." Y/N greets me, sounding tired. A few sweat glands roll down his forehead, as if he's been through an entire workout. I can't even imagine what he's been through. I have to make sure that my eyes are working properly.

"What the hell are you doing here?"