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[thwondergirl]

A dove with its wings clipped

part 1 (you’re here!) part 2 part 3

Content you’ll see here: oc x Isaac night, Isaac night being dead, mentions of season 1

English it’s not my first language, so please be patient

Her legs were hanging from the table, the place was dirty but not from days were no one cleaned, the kind of dirt you’ll get when you work too much and forgot to clean afterwards

Still, the table she was sitting in had that place where it wasn’t any kind of dirt, not dust or oil stains, a type of clean you’ll only get if you keep cleaning it everyday

Well, a person cleans that spot everyday, Isaac Night, the Da Vinci with a fantastic brain, that’s the person who even if there’s a mess on the tower, he would keep that spot clean

Because that’s where she sat, the place where a dove would sit and see him work while working in a new invention

His sweet dove, he enjoys just hearing her voice muffling the sound of metal or the small explosions, however, they don’t happen anymore because he’s being too careful, nothing bad is supposed to happen if she’s around.

— How do you think a wedding between us would be? — spoke too fast, in his hands the machine destroyed itself, staining the protective glasses he was wearing, even so, she didn’t flinch like she knew nothing would stain her or like she knew about it happening.

Isaac turned his head, with his gift the glasses were moved from his eyes and he looked at her waiting for a “just kidding!”

It never came.

— I — he cleared his throat

— I think you would look beautiful as a bride — she giggled, the word bride on his tongue felt too weird and sweet at the same time

Bride, his bride

He never thought he would live past fifteen, but there he is, two years after that curfew thinking about a future with the person who gave his life a meaning, after Francoise, of course.

— My mom likes you, I’m sure she’ll be happy — Isaac went silent, thinking about what it could be

The vision, a white dress making her look gorgeous, though the idea of seeing a ring on her finger was even better

That… was a way to put it, a perfect way to live his days and maybe, die at her side; in that way he won’t be afraid of leaving this world

— One day I’m putting a ring on your finger — He smiled, one filled with excitement and something else

That’s when he tapped her knuckles, like it was an instinct, she lifted her hand from the table and Isaac’s fingers moved to curl around hers

He leaned, his lips pressing softly in a kiss, eyes filled with adoration and something else

It was a shame she could only remember it.

It turns out, the one holding her hand isn’t the love of her life, is actually her best friend Ophelia

— You know the rules, not breaking contact — she smiled, the flowers on her head moved when she moved to place the candle between them.

What kind of situation is this? Just a few months ago she was hugging his clock boy, while thinking what it would be like once they graduate but, now?

She’s with Ophelia, trying to call his soul to at least know how he died, because she doesn’t believe what the school said

Isaac Night, always has a plan B.

— This is perfect, a Raven and a Dove working together — Ophelia smiled at her, a way to ease the pleasure on her heart

— An idea only you would have — She mentioned, Ophelia chuckled amused at the way she said it.

Then it was all silent, no loud voices, just the whisper of them trying to make someone listen and send what they are looking for

Looking for Isaac

If she can have a wish, she wants to live on eternity with him or at least, see his lovely eyes one more time.

The next thing she knew, the candles were on the floor and the flowers on the room were on fire

What a bad thing…

She opened her eyes slowly, the voice of a teacher made her look at his direction, mad about being interrupted in such a dream.

Ah, of course she fell sleep on a moment like this, at least the teacher didn’t see her.

Someone poked at her arm, Xavier was on her side and he moved to whisper on his ear

— Do you want to get out of here? — She didn’t feel anything for Xavier, a nice guy but she was attracted to his mind

He isn’t a Da Vinci, but the way his mind works sent her a message, a way to tell herself to look more into it like it would resolve all her problems

It didn’t, but it turns out Xavier isn’t something for you to make rid off.

Her eyes fixated on Bianca who showed Xavier her phone, oh, she was interested on him

Maybe that would keep that kid out of her business.

How long has it been? She doesn’t even remember the sound of his voice, it’s a weird thing about the way her mind works, she tried so hard to keep the memory fresh but it’s impossible when everything feels that way

It’s pointless to think about it again.

She closed her eyes, the sound of Xavier’s and Bianca’s whispers made her feel more sleepy

It’s the first year for this generation, and also the first year of this life

The muffled sound of whispers changed, now it wasn’t the ones she heard just a few seconds ago

New voices, now whispering about something else and finally she opened her eyes.

Year two, and everthing has change, Tyler Galpin is on prison, Wednesday Addams is known for saving the school

And she? She acted like nothing happened.

She stood up once the bell rang, leaving the classroom she could hear pretty well what the students were talking about

— Do you hear about the ghost? No one knows who it is, but profesor Augustus told me it is still studying here — A girl mumbled to her friend, both of them carrying their books

The friend left out a gasp, surprised about that fact

— If I was inmortal, I wouldn’t want to spend eternity studying — she chuckled trying to ease the tension away.

What an odd thing to say…

Her phone rang, an alarm telling her to go to willow hill

What a coincidence, she sighed before taking her lead to the exit.

Everything moved too fast, although for a person like her, it was too slow, slow and torturing

This is too much, too much for her to handle, being on the shadow for too much makes her want to throw up

If she can, she would throw up all of her organs, only if that makes her more human.

Even when she is walking through halls of a mental institution, she feels like everything is bad for her to be around, too tired but too full of energy to stop herself

She hates it, she hates the way her arms moved behind her back when the guards alerts her to stay away from the door

She hates the way she smiled at him, assuring him nothing would happen

And she hates the view, Tyler chained to a wall

— Aunt Artemis? — his voice sounds too weak, he still finds the strength to move around the cell.

This is what the terrible Hyde has become, it’s horrible, of course, the consequences of actions he didn’t want to commit, but at the same time, dealt with them with the eager of a person who did mean it.

— Is good to see you, I was wondering when would our paths meet again — she smiled, Artemis tried to push her emotions aside

At her eyes, this man wasn’t less but a boy who trusted the wrong people, she knows pretty well how the whole Hyde world is

Still, horrible enough to make her heart ache.

She walked, her hand touching the bars, the boy walked to be closer, kneeling and putting his head against her fingers

Soft fingers that moved to caress his head.

This kid is the whisper of a promise, a ward she had to take care of, not a burden, just a promise she is going to keep until he dies

— When would I be free? — he mumbled, she ignored him behind a soft hum like she didn’t hear what he said

He didn’t repite himself, the words leaving the room like they never happened

A promise, but after so many years, does it still count as a promise? There’s no witnesses to prove it happened.

She could abandon this kid, leave the academy and pretend her old life never happened

She can’t, not when her heart asks her to keep him safe

So, her lips moved on its own

— Soon, Tyler, soon — after so many days, days where that question never got a real answer

Tyler looked up, eyes wide in surprise and he was ready to reply

There wasn’t time for it.

She walked a few steps back, the words trapped on Tyler’s throat, they never actually leave it

Yet, they both knew what he wanted to say

And that was enough, enough to keep his hopes up.

— I’ll come back once the time has arrived — she smiled leaving the room.

Another day, another way she would make this boy still believe in fate

She’s a liar, there’s no fate to blame but she acts like there is.

In a moment, her arm crushed against a person

Wednesday Addams, a girl who made her heart feel cold, also the girl who trapped her ward behind bars

— Excuse me — she said leaving the moment in a blink, something stayed on her hand, a button

She moved her thumb to touch it and that’s when it happened

She fell onto her knees with the sound of scared nurses around her, what a good place to faint.

Fainting is a good thing, it wouldn’t sent Artemis to this place where she would look at the three in front of her

Dirt, dirt that was never touched but this time it looks like someone dig to find something

There’s only one thing under that three, huh

It looks like Wednesday Addams is going to ruin something, again.

— Dove… — a voice, a voice she thought she forgot long ago made her turn around.

Those eyes filled with love, a man who enjoys his time around her and still with not enough time to spent.

Isaac night.

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[kriti-the-creator]

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Both are master of Chi what can they better do other than to train 😙. Dani luna belongs to @danicadenniss .

[thwondergirl]

Remains of the day

part 1 part 2 (you’re here!) part 3

Content you’ll see here: Oc x Isaac night, mentions of dead, sightly Xavier x oc

English it’s not my first language, so please be patient

Her hands were resting on her thighs, the small hum of a burning candle and delicate strokes of a pencil were the only thing that could fill the room, since the only two persons there weren’t planning on talking.

Xavier Thorpe was drawing a familiar figure on the canvas, a girl with a beautiful side and a bright sense of melancholy, there she was, sitting in front of him, being his muse, it’s not the first time she just sits down thinking about leaving, leaving now it doesn’t hurt to be sitting in this position, though she never does.

She never leaves, even if Xavier is telling everything he has ever done since birth, which is not the case this time, he’s unusually quiet

— I prefer this than drawing whatever is on my dreams — spoke too fast, at least he isn’t trying to get a reply from her

— It’s weird how I can see a version of you, a different appearance but the same face on every dream — He mumbled, his hands moving to grab a brush.

She stayed silent, seeing the way he painted over the sketch and just for a moment, she thought about telling him the truth

What could be his answer? He would be surprised? Or would he accept her used heart? Accept her.. sounds weird to say it while looking at his eyes

— Do you believe in soulmates? — Her lips moved by its own, in a blink, Xavier looked away from his sketch

He hesitates, like he is trying to find the words trapped behind his insecure self, a question with so many meanings, but it’s his Artemis, she never asks something without a real meaning behind it

So Xavier sighs, his hand leaving the brush rest against a glass of water

— I don’t… think so — he mumbled, Artemis smiled, breaking her perfect position just to move her hand

She lets it rest on her chest, next to where her heart is beating, it’s quick, every beat sends life through her body

— I do, I believe I have a soulmate who can go through hell and heaven to find me — She whispered the last part, however, Xavier heard it loud and clear

Now he needs to ask, this seems too fascinating and too intimate, even for Artemis

He opens his mouth, he doesn’t get the chance to speak

— My father used to say; a psychic needs someone who can make their visions come true, an artist in every way —

His words trapped on his throat made him choke, drowning in a blush all over his face, is this a confession? Is too indirect but direct at the same time

He wouldn’t mind, not at all.

Making her dreams come true, if he’s her dream then he’ll be right there to make it true

But he’s too young, and Artemis is a free soul with the knowledge of someone much older

He wants to be her soulmate, to go through hell and heaven just for her

It’s a shame that would never be true

She had some papers on her hands, a name writing all over it and you may think it’s about the Addams family, it isn’t

Artemis is supposed to bring those papers to the head of every club, that being said, she’s walking towards the small house on the middle of the forest, if that’s a way to call it.

Three knocks

The door creaks open, she fixed them, organizing them in a way they wouldn’t look too messy

— Eugene, I need you to update us on your new members — She said before a groan echoed through the walls

Rude, Eugene was a sweet boy who wouldn’t answer like that, Summer does change people

She looked up, ready to scold him, however she found a discomposed body trying to get closer to her

— Huh, this is a new kind of outcast — She mumbled, the chains around his neck made her move closer

Tick… tock

Her eyes opened at the sound, a clock? Something like that wouldn’t be normal in a place where bees are supposed to sleep, she looked around noticing a timer on the table

So that was what made the sound, she almost thought… well it doesn’t matter anymore.

— Should I write you down as a member? — she mumbled under her breath, the zombie moved his hand to touch hers

In other circumstances, her psychic powers would absolutely kick in, but this corpse is nothing but discomposed organs

He doesn’t have a mind to send a message, she moved her hand away, not because she felt disgusted or scared

More because she took her napkin, wiping that black saliva from his lips

— Even for an outcast like you, looking this way isn’t acceptable, once you get together come to meet me at my dorm — she placed the napkin on his hand

The monster looked at her, his head tilting slightly, a way to show his confuse situation

She understands it, whenever she had those vision she would fall to the ground and fixing what gravity and a no clean place would do.

She left the papers on the table, a post it on the edge telling Eugene whatever his work was now, she still needs to get information from the other clubs

— I’ll leave you alone, uhm… whoever you are — She turned, her hand finding the small knot to leave the room.

She didn’t say it out loud, but the smell of meat discomposing wasn’t something she enjoyed.

A groan, she took it like the zombie said a goodbye, even if it sounded more like a desperate way of asking for her attention. He did have her attention, it’s the way her heart beats faster than ever like she just found what it was supposed to complete her

Gods, it feels just like the day Isaac confessed his feeling to her

— Art.. — she turned to see the man, that monster moved slowly in a way to not pull the chains

He did, with less force than before so that didn’t choke him at all

— Art? Is that a compliment? — She looked amused, in a chuckle she saw the zombie moving his head in what looked as a nod

What a curious way of flirting, it’s good tho, any women would be happy to be called art. Now that she thinks about it, isn’t that a short way to say her name? A genius if she has to give it a name

Although, someone else already use that nickname in that context, nothing new

— Please tell Eugene I was here — And she closed the door behind her, groans could be heard

None of her business actually, weird, she needs to ask Larissa about-

Oh right, it’s Dort now, well that makes her need to think about an excuse

So Wednesday do fuck up her life a little, well, at least she still has that Frump side on her

Old habits never die, huh? Enough of thinking of the past, she took a deep breath continuing wit her job

She is going to miss Larissa, that was the last piece of humanity she still conserved, it’s a shame that is long gone.

Her phone rang, a notification she took a second to look at, that’s when she sighed

Then two more notifications, three messages from an unknown number

Someone who didn’t deserve an answer.

Cinnamon and apple is a good scent, it reminds her of her days were someone would be sitting on the bed beside her, usually that incense would be behind fresh flowers.

The stains of damp on the walls were telling a story, someone who used to make flowers grow on her side of the room, just to see them curl on themselves like it was a hobby

It’s a shame there’s no one who would do it anymore, at this time of the year, the room gets too cold and she has to hug herself to sleep.

Tick tock

She looked up, trying to find a reason for that sound, she’s quite sure there’s no clock on his room but whatever, probably it’s one of her hallucinations.

Today she’s supposed to go with everybody to this camp, a problem she doesn’t want to suffer for and still she can’t say no, all students are supposed to be on the camp or at least have a good reason for not being there

— Did I went to a camp with him? — She asked to the air, her hand moved to write something on her journal

It’s not a diary, it’s a reminder of how her life is, just in case she doesn’t remember anything about who she was

Its a shame Ophelia never had the chance to write one, maybe she could’ve understood what happened to her mind.

She closed the journal, quickly she hide it under her bed, moving a piece of floor to cover her dearest secrets

Well, dearest aren’t the word she would use for her memories.

A knock on the door made her jump, yeah, it’s time for her to go.

Quickly she grabbed her backpack leaving the room.

She didn’t have the chance to see how her phone rang three times, three notifications she wasn’t supposed to see

Three more.

Someone really is trying to contact her.

But that doesn’t matter, she’s on the woods now! Every student is walking to set their tent, like every year she walks to a hidden place, a place no one would fight with their roomie about choosing them and she won’t fight because she doesn’t have any

Still, even if she doesn’t have someone to sleep next to, she set a bed next to her like someone would walk into the room and take their place

— I thought I was dreaming, but it really is you — She jumped at the sound of a voice, once she turned around she could see it

Morticia Frump, now Addams looking at her with an expression filled with melancholy

— How does eternity feel for you, old friend? — the difference was horrible

An old woman, taller than her, moved to cup the face of a teenager who moved to rest her face against it

If you see it that way, it feels like Morticia is doing something a mother would do but probably Artemis is older than her

What a weird thing to do, it’s been years since Morticia graduated and left Nevermore

— I would be forever grateful about the sacrifice you did for… her — Morticia sighed, saying the name was like cursing the person in front of her

Yes, that was her sister, she misses her everyday but the girl in front of her always saw Ophelia like her everything; Morticia can’t compete against Ophelia’s best and first friend, the person who misses her the most

— Your daughter is pretty smart, she would have herself trapped before you could notice — Artemis looked at her with a small smile

Morticia smiled, a giggle leaving her mouth, it’s weird, almost uncanny

Why is a teenager talking to this woman like that? And why Morticia feels the urge to talk to her like she was her superior? Well she was, technically

— I’ll be happy if you protect her, just like you used to do with us — words filled with something else, Artemis took a deep breath easing her aching heart

Protect, she never had the chance to protect her best friend from the only real damage she could have

How could she protect someone else? She failed

— Please, don’t hurt your heart like this, Artemis — pointless

When Morticia left, the only thing Artemis would do for her aching heart was hugging herself, hugging her legs until she could hide under the bed

Like it could make a difference

And, on the bed beside hers, a flower started to grow

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[thwondergirl]

Daydreaming of your face

part 1 part 2 part 3 (you’re here!)

Content you’ll see here: Isaac night x Oc, mentions of death, mentions of weapons, mentions of Xavier Thorpe as a partner

English it’s not my first language so please be patient

Her fingers moved through her hair, staining what used to be a light yellow with a bright orange, behind her, laying on the bed, there was a small kid, his head trapped under a book like he was struggling with whatever homework his teacher sent.

A smaller Tyler, one who it’s too comfortable with his stomach pressing against the sheets of her bed on Nevermore,

It’s a nice thing Artemis doesn’t have a roomie, how can you explain a kid laying on your bed that doesn’t look anything like you? He can’t be your relative, not if you ask an outsider

But he’s here because his father is too busy with his job, too busy to keep an eye on him, not like he thought about it before having him; So, Artemis has to take care of him. Not like she hasn’t been doing that, she enjoys this kid’s company

He’s just nine, however, his mind is good enough to understand things Artemis would only dream someone saying out loud

— I don’t understand why you would get a makeover every three years — The boy said, his head resting on his palm while he looked at her.

Artemis hummed, her eyes moving to see him through the mirror, his eyes were changing sightly, taking Françoise shape in a way it was terrifying. Sending the thought away she turned to see the little boy.

His eyes were demanding answers, but he kept looking at her waiting patiently, she’s too proud to say, he learned that from her

— You remember when I tell you I’m special? That I can keep my young appearance even if I’m an oldie? — Tyler closed his book, jumping from the bed to sit on her lap

A weird habit he got, well it makes sense, she’s been taking care of him since he was the size of a pea

Not like that, but at her eyes it was.

— It would be weird if I stayed forever the same — She hides the way her chest aches, the stitches of a knife wound makes her want to throw the kid out of her

But he pressed himself to her body, like that could give him some comfort, she doesn’t have the heart to make him think otherwise

— next time, could you dye your hair so we’ll match? — how can a kid be this adorable? He’s oblivious to the fate he will inevitably face, oblivious to the blood stains on his crib

This is the product of a woman desperately seeking a normal life, begging for someone to give her the humanity she never had or at least, the wealth of a human life she never had.

That way, Tyler wanting to be next to her, a kid who got a mother taken too soon, of course he would cling to every piece of humanity he can get

It’s a shame his father doesn’t let him mourn his mother.

— Of course, beasty, you can choose my hair color everytime you want — she hopes that maybe, maybe his father’s genes are stronger than his mother’s

She prays, begs for him to have a normal life and never experience the pain his mother suffered for all her life

But if somehow, he gets his grandmother’s power, she hopes her heart doesn’t shatter too loud at the sight of a Da Vinci.

On the small space, only her voice humming a song while she brushed her hair could be heard, her hair now dyed on a light brown was being untangled as she looked at her reflection on the mirror, she just got out of the shower and still, the feeling of being dirty doesn’t go away.

After hours of crying, her eyes ache, what a bad feeling, there’s no life to yearn for and even if she wants to build a new one, there’s no way she would be able to keep it

She’s been here for so many years, her body still feels like she doesn’t belong there, she doesn’t

And she would never say it out loud.

What a horrible way to live, living with the thought of what could be your life if something didn’t happen

But, even if she gets to only remember how happiness used to feel, she would never choose another way of doing things, because that made her see his eyes for the last time

— Isaac — The name muttered under her breath was enough to make her shiver, an electrification she used to love feeling everytime someone mentioned the guy who made her heart beat

It still does, on a melancholic way, in a way like it’s looking for the half its missing.

— Isaac Everglow… Artemis Night — Her hand moved to rest her head against it, her cheek pressed on her pulse.

That’s when her eyes wandered into a flower on a small glass, it isn’t natural, nothing Isaac gave her was natural. He used to say, everything fades with time and every gift he gives her is a proof of his love

Of course, nothing like that can just die in days, that’s why he melted glass to make it look like this.

One night, when all his prototypes went wrong, he found himself melting glass to make a lily of the valley

He could only relax thinking about her, or at least that was he told her.

An eternal flower, eternal just like her

She took the glass, the bottom of it being thicker enough to imitated the way she would hold a bouquet

Her heart was pounding, rising at the thought of what it could’ve be, and with a quick movement she pulled over her head her white sheet

— My love shall endure eternal, your night shall never be dark, because I will be your stars; and with the purpose of being yours wherever you are, with this ring I’ll give you my heart— a whisper hidden on the night before she could recall what she said, just her daydreaming about what the moment could’ve been

Her eyes closed, imagining the boy she loved ‘til dead, standing in front of her and holding her hands even if she was holding a bouquet

A beautiful moment, a moment she has waiting for, maybe Isaac would’ve asked her the night they graduated, but she would be expecting that; Isaac never did what was expected, he had always a fresh thought to make everyone surprised

If he knew about her curse, maybe he never-

— I do — she jumped, her back hitting against the bed

On the door, a corpse was barely standing, it’s stupid to think he could’ve ever say something

It was impossible, his mouth is covered in dark.. something, like he just ate something that he wasn’t meant to do

— You scared me, I didn’t know you would be attending — She placed the flower where it was supposed to be, the zombie moved to go near her

And that’s when a light made her close her eyes for a second

— Artemis! Stay back — Eugene was standing near the outcast who casted that spark, that must be Pugsley, Gomez’s son

He got his ability, pretty convenient

And that’s when everything she knew about that zombie was pushed aside

So he wasn’t a student, he was someone Pugsley got back to life, again, pretty convenient

Maybe, just maybe it was… no, what a horrible thought, even if that would make her heart beat in excitement it was a curse she would never ever wish her lover to feel

Not knowing what happened to Françoise.

She wishes, he never comes back to life.

Why every time she has to be in this room? A room that screams she’s alone, there’s portraits of what she was used to be, but they are covered with white sheets like she isn’t supposed to look at them

December 1993,

October 1996,

January 1999,

The man who painted all of these never knew the dates, but she did, written in something deep, she tattooed the dates like she wasn’t supposed to forgot them

Tattooed on blood, with the blood she shed everytime her body left out a final breath

She is starting to feel crazy, how long is she supposed to stay like this? Her parents are death, their funeral was on March 2002 and she couldn’t attend because of this sick curse

Her brother? The only person who understood the pain of being an Everglow, also the person that made her know what kind of pain Françoise was facing

He died in January 1999, the same day her memories of him died

God how she prays to be dead, this is too much, this whole situation where she can only pray for someone to kill her already

What is she supposed to do? What does life want from her? She doesn’t have anything left, of course the Addams are there but after what happened to Isaac

There’s no way she would come to see them.

Again, yearning for a life she doesn’t have.

That’s when, after minutes of just feeling miserable she remembered

Maybe the only thing she had left of a life that wasn’t hers anymore, Tyler, the product of love and a desperate desire to find happiness

That kid, her light on the dark

She can’t die yet, she still needs to set him free and make sure he’s safe wherever he is

“There’s a breakdown on Willow Hill”

Her head snapped up, the short sentence but the perfect amount of words to make her run to grab a coat

That kid is going to commit a crime, something she can’t protect him

And now she wishes she stayed home that night.

Because that night, her phone rang three times, begging for her attention

Her getaway car screaming to get her inside again, leave before everything gets dark

What a shame…

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