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
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.
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."
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.
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.
"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.
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"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.
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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!"
"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.
"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 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-"
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.
"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.
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."
"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?"
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