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Close tonight

Pairing: Goody Addams X reader

A/N: The amount of research I did on the 1600s for a single one shot is ridiculous haha so I'll probably write a pre/sequel :)

Summary: Despite the fact Goody often became lost in her quest for vengeance on Crackstone, you were always there to ground her; to pull her back to safety as she danced along the edge of sanity.

This was one of those nights.

She was a raven, destined to navigate the path of life in solitude. Therefore, she pushed those closest to her away, before they had a chance to leave on their own accord.

At first, this plan she devised worked impeccably. If she kept her distance, she would never feel the immense grief associated with the abandonment of those she loved.

Though nothing lasts forever.

Goody truly didn't understand why you felt such a strong attachment towards her. She did not believe herself to be of that much importance, yet clearly you believed otherwise. Wherever Goody was, there was no doubt you would be near. You simply could not seem to comprehend that proximity to a raven such as herself was essentially a death wish.

What she didn't know was that you understood perfectly, you just didn't care. How could you stay away, when Goody was just so entirely flawless in every way? You were physically unable.

Death would be more than worth the suffering if it meant you could hold her close tonight.

Of course she had attempted to distance herself, but no matter how hard she tried, you were always there. Admittedly, over time, her attempts to push you away faded out, until diminishing completely. If you were so desperate to be with her, then who was she to deny that?

Future agony would be more than worth the pain if it meant she could hold you close tonight.

Being a raven, Goody's mind was a swirling sea of horrific visions beneath violent, thunderous clouds created by Joseph Crackstone. Despite the constant raging storm, you infiltrated your way in and calmed the tempest. You brought her peace and tranquility, something so unusual for the psychic outcast. This was something that frequently proved itself to be essential, as although Goody often became lost in her quest for vengeance on Crackstone, you were there to ground her; to pull her back to safety as she danced along the edge of sanity. Goody was a strong and powerful enchantress: you were entirely aware of her skill in alchemy. Yet her vast knowledge, desire to succeed and extreme thirst for revenge could push her to breaking point, as she devoted her life to avenging her mother's barbaric murder. The headstrong sorceress would spend hours upon hours plotting strategies and studying dark incantations, refusing to eat, sleep or take even the smallest of breaks.

This was one of those nights.

Your legs dangled as you sat on a low beam of wood which formed the hayloft of a delapidated stable once owned by your family, watching as Goody paced and fretted in the space below you. Lying open on a pile of mildly rotten straw was her Codex Umbrarum, or Book of Shadows as you favoured. Despite Goody's insistence that the Latin name was superior, rendering the translation pointless, it stuck, and even she referred to the grimoire as such herself.

She continued to mumble beneath her breath, occasionally frantically scribbling, before once again leaping to her feet and subconsciously policing the derelict shelter. With one final swing of your feet, you pushed yourself from the low wooden beam and down to join her in the main part of the ancient shed. One of your hands reached out for Goody's, your fingers gently interlocking with hers, whilst your other one gently cupped her cheek, turning her face away from her excruciating work, barely stroking your thumb against her alabaster skin in small, comforting circles, as though she were fragile porcelain you were terrified to shatter.

"My sweet Mouse," you spoke softly, "The time is not yet right. Rest now, and I promise the night of your vengeance will soon be upon us."

Despite an overly stretched moment of visible reluctance, Goody sighed gently, and leaned in to your delicate touch, her weary eyes fluttering closed for a few (painfully short) seconds.

"I'll be alright, dearest one," she responded quietly. "I'm simply drained."

"I know, sweet Goody. You truly must rest; do not allow that evil pilgrim to rob you of your health on top of all that which he has already stolen from you, beloved."

Goody raised her spare hand and lifted it until it rested on top of yours, which was still faintly holding her cheek. She smiled at you, a sight that you adored, and you couldn't help but replicate her expression yourself.

You removed your hand from Goody's, in favour of wrapping your arm around her waist, pulling her close to you. She raised her arms, hugging them around your shoulders. The hand that still held her jaw coaxed her head towards yours, and into a soft kiss. When you retreated, Goody leaned forwards again slowly, gently kissing the tip of your nose, before resting her forehead against yours.

It was moments like these that the two of you cherished. Your breathing quickened to match hers, and soon the rise and fall of your chests were perfectly in sync. With another kiss, albeit this one slightly rougher, you pulled back, once again taking Goody's hand.

"Come," You pulled her gently. "Let us ease down for the night." With that, Goody nodded and you began to make your way up the shoddy wooden steps of the worn ladder, and back up into the hayloft.

Naturally, sleeping on a bed of rough, filthy straw was not the most comfortable, but for outcasts in 17th century Jericho, it was the utmost luxury. You lay on your side, facing Goody as she held you tightly. One of your hands reached up to delicately brush a few strands of dirty blonde hair out of her face. Goody raised her arm from caressing you, and you missed the warm presence instantly. However, when she placed her index finger beneath your chin, guiding you into a passionate kiss, you melted into her touch, twirling her nearest plait between your fingers. Without breaking the kiss, you swiftly released the pale ribbon constraining the left side of her hair. You both returned to the surface for a deep breath of air, before returning back to the sea of bliss, as you slowly untangled Goody's hair.

Your lips began to numb as you pulled back fully, pressing one final kiss to Goody's reddened ones. She gently rubbed the tip of her nose against yours, sighing slightly. You cuddled her closer, your lips against her forehead and breath slightly tickling her now loose hair. She closed her eyes as you admired the way the extremely dim light luminated her features.

As you began to slowly drift off into a dreamy sleep yourself, you heard a faint whisper, signalling Goody was in fact awake.

"I love you, my darling."

"I love you more."

The woes of the future would be worth the torture if it meant you could hold eachother close tonight.

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Drew the whole Wednesday gang as a wolf pack.

I know some of them look more like dogs than wolves, but I wanted them to be easy to distinguish at a glance (besides Divina and Kent obviously), so I went with some more stark markings for Eugene, Bianca and Yoko. I used a bunch of pictures of wolves I found off Pinterest as reference.

Idk if they’re meant to be werewolves that are more wolf-like that typical werewolves or if they’re legitimately just wolves? I’ll leave that up to ya’ll for now but I’m happy for it to go either way.

Close-ups of each drawing below the cut vvv

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Art for Fanfiction: https://ficbook.net/readfic/018b9442-ffa1-7ece-b5b9-39957faa0bea

Music: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/58fAJmeueHYvby9WwlSrQq?si=548e378b6ac748a3

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Art for Fanfiction: https://ficbook.net/readfic/018b9442-ffa1-7ece-b5b9-39957faa0bea

Music: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/58fAJmeueHYvby9WwlSrQq?si=548e378b6ac748a3

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𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝖶𝖾𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗑 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋

— entry for 2024 Wyler Spring Fest [@weylerwritingevents] │ inspired themes: change, spring allergies

summary: Tyler cares for a sick Wednesday.

—word count: 1.2k

—warnings: mentions of vomiting

—a/n. this was something i wrote really quick because i've always wanted to participate in a writing event like this. i didn't have a lot of time so i hope this is good enough. :)

Tyler carried the steaming bowl with one hand while the other knocked on his bedroom door. But when there was no response, he cracked the door enough to slip through and shut it in his wake. Setting the bowl on the bedside table, he faced the blindside of Wednesday’s still body to reach out with a gentle hand.

“Wednesday?” His voice hovered above a whisper while he brushed her bangs back. Her brow gently hardened under his touch before she rolled over to look up at him through narrowed eyes, a groan pressing her throat. “Hey. I made you some soup.” A chuckle left his lips when she only blinked. “Yeah, I know it’s not your favorite, but it’s the best thing to eat when you’re sick.”

He placed her pillow against the headboard so she could sit up properly. Bringing a spoonful to her mouth, she parted her lips but not to take him up on his offer.

“I’m sick, Tyler, not disabled.” Her voice was still hoarse and was held hostage in a softer tone. “I can feed myself.”

Galpin beamed awkwardly. “Oh, y-yeah. I just didn’t want you to spill it on yourself.” Those dark orbs of hers struck like sharp, onyx gems as usual. “I thought you might still be a little loopy from the cough syrup.”

“I was never loopy,” grumbled Addams.

He nodded. “Aye-aye, captain.” Handing her the bowl, he watched her stare at the broth before taking a sip. Then another. “Better than taking medicine, huh?” She had fought him on taking medication, claiming that doing so only compromises the immune system’s natural defenses further. Or in simple terms: adapt or die.

The other glared at him. She did not appreciate his humor even if she did prefer the soup over thick, cherry-flavored syrup and horse pills. Although she did not like soup much more, it did soothe her raw, sore throat.

She only glanced away when the Hyde’s hand pressed her forehead for a moment.

“You still feel a little warm,” he reported and then touched her cheek. “That might be because you’re under the covers.”

Wednesday did not bother keeping the conversation focused on her. “I thought you had to work this evening.”

“I was, until I found out you won’t take care of yourself.”

“I’m not a child,” her comeback was quick but more mellow than she anticipated. “I know how to take care of myself, Tyler. Trying to do a good deed by forcing medicine into me and waiting on me, hand and foot, isn’t going to have a good word carved on your epitaph.”

The other smirked. “I’d hope not.” He sat down on the edge of the mattress. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I’m just tryna be a friend, Wednesday.” On seeing the weariness in her pale face, he decided to leave her be for the time being.

Once the Raven finished as much of the broth as she could manage, Tyler took the dish downstairs and allowed her to occupy herself with her book while he focused on his laptop. The two kept quiet for about 30 minutes before Wednesday’s voice broke the silence.

“Tyler?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you come sit with me?”

This had Galpin turning in his desk chair. He found that she had put her novel on the side table and was sitting further up as if she was uneasy about something. “Sure,” he responded, getting up from his seat. “Are you okay?” He rounded the bed to meet the mattress.

“I’m just a little nauseous.”

“Okay, well, I have Pepto. That might help.”

But she shook her head. “No, I just-” Her stomach churned, forcing out what she never thought she would ever ask him. “Could you just stay with me?”

“Yeah, anything you need,” was his vow. As she released a nasal sigh, he glanced at his computer and hatched a quick idea. “Do you want to watch something to help take your mind off of your stomach?” Luckily for him, she gave a somewhat-reluctant nod.

Returning with his laptop, he sat back against the headboard and scrolled through his downloaded movies. “Is there anything in particular you wanna watch?” He left it alone when the other’s reply was a quiet “you choose.”

The beginning of J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings trilogy flashed on the screen. The uncomfortable fizzing in Addams’s stomach persevered despite the proposed distraction. She chose to stay still to keep any sloshing at bay while her black nails curled into the covers beneath them. Normally, reading was soothing to her, but this time around, she could not focus on the words without the bubbling feeling in her stomach threatening to reach up her esophagus. If she needed to run to the bathroom, it was better to keep her book away from any possibility of being vomited on. While she was not too nauseated, she was waiting for that one moment to send her running.

Then she felt a hand touch her back.

“It’s okay, Wednesday. Just try to relax.” Galpin’s palm glided up and down her spine with strokes that leveled her nerves better than she knew was possible. No one had touched her like this before besides her mother. No one had ever dared to. To her surprise, it was something new that she felt was different… but in a weirdly, calming way.

Taking another deep breath, the Raven maintained her stiff position. Every now and then, she would feel the Hyde’s gentle caressing upon her six while trying to focus on the movie playing. Her claws began to loosen their grip as her stomach slowly leveled out with her anxiety. Yes, the film was something to listen to besides her contemplating thoughts, but that distraction was not what had her falling back into peace – it was Tyler who distracted her.

One thing led to another before Wednesday was lying down once more. She had shifted closer to the barista yet kept her head up to see the laptop’s screen. Her sinuses pulsed while her brain struggled to keep up with its ability to stay awake with each passing minute. But when she did finally give into sleep again, the other felt a weight lean against his bicep.

Looking over, Tyler found shut eyelids and the soft rise and fall of his crush’s torso. Her head had fallen onto his arm like she could trust him for once. That was all he wanted. He wanted her to feel like she could trust him with whatever, whenever. He would always be there for her whether she liked it or not. Yeah, she drove him wild with her remarks and ways of doing things, but that somehow only made him fall for her harder, and made him want her even more.

And she would deny it, no doubt. She denied countless offers of his sympathy and refused his help with things that she struggled with. She was stubborn. It was in her blood, but it was also in her blood to fall in love as any given girl does. Outcast or not, she was still human, still had a beating heart, and still had just as much of a chance to have her steel walls come crashing down by someone who has the courage to love her. Tyler Galpin loved her; that was no secret. But if you asked Wednesday Addams if she loved him…

She would lie, without a doubt.

#wylerspringfest2024 #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday tv series #wednesday 2022 #wyler #wyler fic #wednesday x tyler #tyler galpin #tyler x wednesday #jenna ortega #hunter doohan

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They need the revisit that statement, it would be interesting to see what Morticia meant by that

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PERFECT · PART I

wednesday addams ✗ tyler galpin canon-divergent au | 18+

summary: Tyler is unaware he’s the Hyde that’s been terrorizing Jericho. The only thing he is aware of is three intense emotions that strike before he turns: anger, obsession, and superiority. On the night of the Rave’N his obsession with Wednesday’s aura in a dress has him rethinking his original intentions, wanting to take her somewhere they can be alone and invest only in each other. Battling his dominant instincts, he adds more colors on Wednesday’s palette and gets treated to what hides behind those black clothes and piercing eyes.

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Tyler waited at the foot of the stairwell. He didn’t exactly know what to expect, given Wednesday’s contradictory reaction when confronted by her note. She sounded so genuine and sweet in writing, but in person she was still as brusque and bitter as the first day they met. He knew it was in her blood to extend such a dark and unwelcoming hand to those she came into contact with, even when she never willingly offered a hand to take. And though she had scared the hell out of him at first, he couldn’t deny his instincts.

Yes, she was pale, mysterious, and was rumored to have a jet-black heart, but he couldn’t get her out of his head. She was an angel with black wings; a nightmare dressed like a daydream; a wolf in sheep’s clothing… She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

She gave him the cold shoulder, passed him a side-eye, willingly expressed her needs and thoughts to convey rejection, and surely denied the idea of being remotely interested in him. But this only turned him on more; it made him want to pursue her and invest his time and efforts into her own.

She seemed unbreakable, so he was wondering…what would break her?

Over the past few weeks, he had been undergoing explosive emotions that consisted of uncontrollable aggression, obsession, and superiority. They came on suddenly and liked to tease him into forgetfulness of his surroundings and who he truly is.

Sometimes all three would strike, and that was when he went ballistic; he became so overstimulated it’s like he…changes. He’s no longer human. He couldn’t tell for sure because he could never remember what happens after he ‘turns,’ but he did know he felt empowered to a fault of exhaustion.

No one knew, and it wasn’t often when all three attacked. Usually, it was one and he was able to maintain himself for a period of time before it regulated to his normal, calm self. But they were always triggered by something and that’s what was unknown to him. He never knew when he would trigger except for when he had an impulse from sudden but intense sensations.

And that’s exactly what happens when Wednesday Addams comes into the picture.

Before he could wander any further, echoes of elegant footsteps had him looking up to find the reflection of black heels followed by the same-colored dress in Nevermore’s trophy case. The dominant, masculine niche in his biology made his blood boil and his lower body tingle. It was instant, and although it wasn’t as strong as he expected, he knew the longer he stayed around her, the more intense it would become.

Butterflies fluttered like mad in his chest and his mouth watered in anticipation, and once her face came into view, he was unable to fight the urge to turn around and meet his date half-way at the first level.

He smiled as his hazel eyes scanned her up and down, gripping the glass box in his hands a little tighter while her icy gaze had his skin frostbitten. But again, he couldn’t care less. She was absolutely stunning.

“Wow, you look–”

Wednesday met the barista with her infamous poker face, biting her tongue at the sight of his delight. “Unrecognizable? Ridiculous? A classic example of female objectification for the male gaze?”

“Amazing.” He watched her cold gaze burn deeper into his, but that couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. He didn’t care if she believed him or not, because what he was stating were facts. “I mean it, Wednesday. You look beautiful.”

She held his gaze for a moment longer, but when he refused to back down her eyes retreated to the cased corsage in his hands, for not only was the dress out of her element, but so was this intimate connection being expressed by his words. She looked a mess, but apparently not to him. That rubbed her the wrong way, though she would never tell…because tiny butterflies of her own were starting to roam about inside.

Tyler followed her eyes and prepared to speak before he was interrupted by her once more.

“Eugene?”

Apparently, the beekeeper knew no boundaries when it came to confrontation.

“Wednesday. What’s…going on?”

Galpin looked from the boy to his partner, curious for an explanation while the addressed being’s eyes grew wide and slid back and forth. This kind of thing seemed to be happening a lot recently… With Xavier and now Eugene? Definitely not her style.

“What happened to staking out the cave?”

She could feel her panic grow and her butterflies turn into pterodactyls. She wasn’t the type to care what others thought, but Eugene was like a little brother to her, reminding her of Pugsley.

Even though she enjoyed hearing her sibling’s screams and tormenting him in his toddler years, he was still her baby brother, and as an older sister, it was her instinct to care for him. She was his protector after all. When he was bullied, she was there to haunt his attackers. There was nothing she did better than revenge. Or so she thought…

Little did she know, Tyler was going to uncover another ability that had never been touched. No one ever had the guts to do so. No one had dared to even try. But that teenage boy did, and he knew that as soon as he saw her in the doorway of her dorm.

He had said ‘ Well, now that I’m here, I’m glad I came ,’ because his plans had changed.

He didn’t want to get lost with her in a loud, chaotic environment – risking her true self into being seduced by the Rave’N’s manipulation tactics of dance, drinks, and judgmental crowds. He wanted her in a neutral nature so he could try his luck within the safety of solitude and her hard-to-get consent.

Eugene just gave a small shake of his head, taking the hint with a heart-broken attitude, “Sure, I get it. Guess I’ll check out the woods myself.”

Wednesday practically cut him off with her strict orders, “ Don’t go alone. It’s too dangerous. Stand down.” She watched the boy’s face fall, and the sour tang of guilt maintained its quick drip, causing her to act on her older-sibling instinct, “We’ll go together tomorrow night, understood?”

And upon receiving a shallow nod, she decided she had enough eyes staring at her for one night. She gave one last look at Tyler before turning to enter the Rave’N, her steps light and quick, signaling her date to follow.

Tyler pursued, his own anxiety kicking in now that his plan was taking a detour due to Eugene’s interference. He abandoned his petal gift and grabbed Wednesday’s wrist to pull her aside, allowing the other attendees to enter.

The raven immediately tried to yank her arm away as she flipped around to glare through round eyes, taken aback by his bold move.

“Relax, I just want to ask you something.” He waited until she obeyed before lowering his voice and fixating on her midnight orbs, which glistened in the dim light of the main hall.

As he predicted, his drive for her grew and the power behind his erratic emotions pulsed through his veins with more strength. He felt like himself but more like a…needy version? It almost frightened him, but when the girl before him tugged at her skirt and rolled her eyes, he saw the future and bolted towards it.

“So…I know you’re not a fan of the whole Rave’N thing, but I really want to spend time with you tonight.”

He saw her brow harden in subtle confusion, knowing she was still clueless as to what he was aiming for. He could feel his temperature rise with each passing second, leading him to break off in a shy chuckle before continuing. “Uh…heh, I mean when you’re not miserable .”

She looked away. “I’m already committed.” And she began to turn back towards the staircase, “But if you’re not interested anymore–”

“Actually, I have somewhere else in mind I’d like to go…with you. No dance, no music, just…us.” His voice was firmer as he tightened his hold on her, which in return seemed to spark the tiniest glimmer of interest in her. “What do you say, Wednesday?”

Tyler wasn’t the type to pull strings. Afterall, he did say he couldn’t be bought, which not only told her he had a mind of his own but that he wasn’t a playboy. But what was he thinking? He had gotten her worked up from his surprise appearance, Thing’s note, and even the gentle mannerisms he was expressing; they were making her stomach churn and her tongue slick with retort. But for some reason, her skin was pricking, and her eyes couldn’t stay locked, which had her refraining from putting him in his place.

She was curious at what he was getting at, but that also meant she could’ve gone with Eugene like she originally planned.

“If you had other plans, why are you only bringing this up now?” She glared at the passing Nevermore students and lowered her voice, “As if this dance weren’t tedious enough.”

“Because I wasn’t sure if you’d say 'yes' if I asked…” Tyler’s lovestruck gaze roamed about her figure once more before he confessed the truth, “But now, seeing you like this…I had to take a chance.”

Wednesday knew that voice and could read the desperate plea beneath his cool, gravelly tone that was being used to cover it up – the way he always did.

She couldn’t have affiliations. She had gained acquaintances, but that’s as far as she’d go…right?

No one else looked at her the way Tyler did, and even though she swore she’d never fall for anyone, she found herself being haunted by the ripple of remorse that weaseled its way into her black heart when he heard she was originally going with Xavier to the Rave’N. She said she had a lot going on, but that didn’t stop the discomfort of the newfound emotion that made her think. Think about her. Think about him . It felt so…unnatural, which only made her grow more interested. But she wasn’t going to be swayed that easily.

“I could’ve gone with Eugene.”

“And he said he’d wait for you.” Tyler smirked. “You’re going tomorrow night, remember?”

She scowled. He sounded so condescending when he put it that way. She tugged against his grip, almost changing her mind before he denied her escape.

“Please, Wednesday? Just give me a chance?” He started to sweat. His craving for her was tempting him to beg. “Dad gave me this night to spend with you. I’d rather not waste it on disco lights and dance moves.”

And it was that dead-pan stare again – the one that hypnotized him through hot steam and black mascara. It was a rush for his mind but a muse to his heart.

“I couldn’t get you out of the Harvest Festival, but I can get you out of the Rave’N… If you let me…”

Addams looked off in a wry sigh, her chest tight and her head discombobulated upon these bizarre sensations she was undergoing. Sneaking away from school with a boy to get out of something she didn’t want to participate in? Sounds like every teenage girl’s fantasy, which was not for her. It never had been, and it never would be. She preferred solitude and independence. She didn’t need love, nor did she want it.

She never asked Tyler to the dance, so why would she just up and run away somewhere else with him?

He liked her. He made that clear on the street when jealousy divided them upon a misunderstood invitation to the dance. But she didn’t like him. She couldn’t like him… Could she?

But before she could come to an agreement with her inner demons, she found herself staring into hazel orbs with a confident-masked demeanor.

“Where are we going?”

☰ pt. 2 ☰ pt. 3

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PERFECT · PART II

wednesday addams ✗ tyler galpin canon-divergent au | 18+

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Dim lights. Closed curtains. Fixed bed. Tidy floor. The stale scent of sandalwood and mandarin leaf with underlying tones of cologne.

Wednesday scanned the walls, eyeing the clean space with a sharp eye as she heard Tyler shut the door behind her, making her turn around and fold her hands neatly in front of her. “Thing told me this room was a mess.”

Tyler gave a shy chuckle and ran his hand behind his neck, cursing the white suit he was wearing. He was only praying he wouldn’t sweat through it. “Yeah… I had some time to fix it up earlier, so I took the opportunity.”

She tilted her head in the slightest way, almost as if she wanted to challenge him. “Not because you were going to be humiliated if I were to be subjected to your open bag of Cheetos and dirty laundry laying around?”

He couldn’t help from getting flustered despite the increased fizzing in his lower belly, breaking off in an additional huff of embarrassment, while the raven turned back to study the room once more.

“Smooth.” She took a few more steps before her shoulders dropped and her brow furrowed softly, “What exactly are we doing here?”

Galpin watched her shoulder blades ripple beneath her fair skin and the loose strands of hair fall delicately around her youthful face, making his adrenaline spike. The way her eyelashes barely fluttered from her partial blink, and her gentle but firm voice touched his ears had him abandoning his former bashfulness to immediately gesture towards his bed. “Have a seat.”

They would talk first in order to get her mind off of his true intentions, and then he’d ease into fulfilling his desires to repair a stronghold for his emotions. There was still a possibility he wouldn’t lose control, but he’s come this far already – might as well make the best of it. If she acted out in aggression and changed to resent him, at least he had the experience and could save himself from this strange beast mentality he was fighting with.

Afterall, to him, Wednesday was an angel. A dark angel is still an angel; they were merely blessed by both Heaven and Hell. She was bark and bite, and he was never opposed to a challenge. But she was in his territory now, meaning he was her guide. He just hoped to make it worth her while as much as it would be his.

Wednesday looked from the bed to Tyler’s eyes, raising her chin slightly to express her suspicion, but she only received his infamous smirk. She watched him take his own spot near the end of the mattress, clearly making a statement for wanting her towards the headboard and saw him tap the plaid comforter. She sighed, not knowing where he was going with this, but by his puppy-dog eyes and his eager placement, she figured he was far more ready than she was.

“Good,” he stared in awe, admiring her elegant posture with a small curve in her spine to further show off her petite frame. His heart pounded in his ears as a bolt of sadism captivated his entire being, making his pupils grow dark and his tone shift into a subtle purr when he watched her shift uncomfortably and glare at him with unreadable eyes. “You’re okay…”

She felt her throat run dry and her underarms tingle. It was different in his room – his bed room. She felt out of her element, trapped, and most of all vulnerable . It was instant and ruthless as soon as the door clicked shut, and she despised it. Usually, she can mask her concern and buffer her timidity that was so vibrant when she was younger, especially when Nero died.

For most of her life, she held that reputation of mysterious and spooky, which seemed to give her a title, a motto, and a purpose in this world of terrible things. The world is a place that must be endured, and no one got anywhere bowing to the upper-hand. So, with her dark undertones and bold statements that intrigued her goth and morbid laws, she had it engraved on her black soul that she would never let anyone see that they get to her. She was free to be herself, and she was free to be by herself. No one could take that away.

At least they shouldn’t…

She couldn’t just walk away now, not like she usually did when she was caught in between a rock and a hard place, or when she was confronted so deliberately there was nothing to bite back on. She had to stay strong and overcome whatever these neurotic sensations were.

“I told you, I’m not used to people engaging with me…” She held Tyler’s gaze and fought the urge to leave, because there was the risk of him coming after her.

And if the timing was just right, he would.

“I know,” he smiled and situated her black skirt to be tucked against her thigh instead of spread upon the bed. He felt her muscles tense and her leg lift slightly; she was nervous, but she wouldn’t admit it. And she surely wouldn’t show it either unless great strides were taken. “But can you just give me this night?”

Addams dropped her eyes and clenched her dress in her fists. That same anxious feeling returned with a punch, and she froze up as if she had a glimpse into the future of what could be. She couldn’t seem to vision her winning hand despite her poker face and sharp tongue; it was like it was her fate, and no matter how much she tried to shake such a threat, it kept returning with a vengeance.

She nodded, but she didn’t mean to nod. It was just…instinct.

Tyler moved closer at her consent and propped himself up on his left hand, which was strategically placed behind her for quick thinking. He felt himself going in and out of his laid-back persona, because if she was going to play hard-to-get so could he. He just did it in a different way; the alpha way.

“So, what made you choose this dress? Isn’t the Rave’N theme, you know…white?

“It happened to catch my eye. It was Thing’s idea. He saw it while window-shopping on my shoulder…” The little viper felt his fingers graze her hind-end and jerked her head, but she didn’t move away. “My cold shoulder.”

“Well, I’m gonna have to thank him when I see him.”

His words made her stomach flutter and her mental dispute of maintaining a strict character more doubtful. “I’ll make sure he gets the message.”

He was salivating. God was she beautiful. Her fire was so hot it practically branded him, and he was in love with the pain, the sting, the burn, and the fact that she was absolutely perfect in a black laced dress that ruffled at the shoulders and drew a velvet collar at the neck. She was the spitting image of his dreams, and he had her all to himself.

“ You came prepared. And now look at us, a couple of runaways once ready to crash a white-out reunion with a splash of color. How would that look on your personal record?”

“Perfect, when that splash of color is you .”

Wednesday whipped her head towards him to find his face only a few inches from hers. Her eyes were wide and her lips tight, feeling her heart rate skyrocket to an uncomfortable speed. Her voice fell short of her normal steady tone and instead owned a pitch. “What are you doing?”

He chuckled. “Easy… I’m just getting you used to this kind of contact.”

Her brow hardened and her chin dipped towards her chest, so she was peering through her eyelashes. “Why?”

Tyler took his chances when her sweet breath bathed his skin, bringing his right hand over to trap her in between his arms while his palm brushed her outer thigh. “Because I want us to be more than friends.”

She tried to pull away but was stopped by his left arm that made sure she couldn’t escape as it slid further so his fingers could snake around her hip. She stared at his lips for a moment and felt her cheeks flush pink before she gave a small jerk of her head. “You’ll snap out of it.”

“Don't do that,” Galpin turned his head in the opposite direction, counteracting her moves with an amused grin, “Discount my feelings when I’m finally telling you the truth.”

Addams could feel his dominant energy, forcing her to meet his eyes as soon as he went to lift her chin. She swore she'd curse herself if she stuttered when she replied, “I’m not friend material, let-alone more than friend material.”

He was unbothered, making her more apprehensive with a drop in her tone.

“I will ignore you, stomp on your heart, and always put my needs and interests first.”

He gave an amused scoff, “Yeah, you can keep trying to push me away. It’s not going to work.”

“Why’s that?”

This was it. This was his time to take her or leave her. She was curious. He had sparked her interest. And if she truly wasn’t okay with what he was doing – where he was going – she would’ve put a stop to it already. But she hadn’t, and that was what he needed to set his heart on fire and induce his supremacy into full bloom.

“When you walked down those stairs,” his voice was barely above a whisper, only the soft huskiness he owned breaking through his sound barrier as he watched her black orbs shake, jumping from his left eye to his right, “Looking so beautiful–”

“You said that already,” she snapped at him, but unfortunately it wasn’t as aggressive as she intended it to; it was delivered with wariness and warning, which made him lean in closer with a smirk.

“Wednesday, you look perfect tonight.”

In the blink of an eye and a white flash, the dark angel was being lifted from the bed just to be laid on her back with her head landing on the surrounding pillows. Her temperature shot up and her eyes were close to breaching their sockets as she stared up at the boy, who took his time in hovering over her. The breath was stolen from her lungs and blood roared in her ears, unable to fathom exactly what was happening. Her brain was on autopilot, having her not-so-strong emotions become stronger than ever in a matter of seconds, which had her blurting out in defense.

“You’re making a mistake.”

But Tyler just smiled and leaned closer to her face, admiring her soft freckles and rose-dusted cheeks. If he was making a mistake, it sure as hell was the best mistake he’d ever make.

“Probably.”

Wednesday glanced at his eager lips before returning a best stoic-disguised gaze she could muster. “Definitely.”

Though when he started to commit his first crime, she couldn’t help but close her eyes and anticipate the intimate contact. She could only hear the sound of her own heartbeat until her forehead was pecked through her bangs, making her exhale in relief. She was unaware she was holding her breath, so her release was more conspicuous than planned, triggering a teasing chuckle from the barista above.

“Nervous?”

She blinked up at him, a small batter of her lashes enticing more submissive behavior, which she was still struggling with. Everything happened so fast, she was trying to catch up, but he wouldn’t allow it, and that made her antsy.

Tyler watched her black orbs dart around the room and her lips quiver; she was definitely nervous. So, he made the executive decision to avoid her lips for tonight. Afterall, she didn’t seem opposed to this, which meant he had a chance of keeping her in a relationship that extended beyond this moment.

So, with such hope in mind, he pushed onward.

He tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear before trailing down her cheek and feathering her jawline, earning a sensitive flinch that had his eyebrows raising in interest.

“Oh? Don’t tell me Wednesday Addams is ticklish.”

“I’m not.” Avoiding his gaze, she shifted uncomfortably beneath his shadow and rolled her shoulder to shake the soft touch, “The last person who tickled me lost a finger. I’m not opposed to adding more to my collection.”

“Is that so?” He slipped his hand further down to catch the gap of her sleeve that gave way to her soft underarm, stroking her with the back of his hand to make her snap her elbows to her ribs.

“Tyler, don’t!”

Her voice was shrill as her panic pushed through in response to her vulnerability, and she kicked out instinctively in an attempt to free herself from the unusual contact.

He laughed before slipping his hand towards her back side and holding her still by the armpit, which had her face twisting in discomfort. He then felt her hands push against his sturdy shoulders, while her tone dropped once more in quick recuperation.

“ Stop. ”

He didn’t test her and simply rubbed his thumb against the black lace that covered her chest with a snicker, “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

She huffed in embarrassment, glaring at him through her brow, “I draw the line at one warning, but most people can’t even stomach taking a chance.”

There was nothing she could say that he wouldn’t adore. She was overwhelmingly captivating in every way, and no matter what she said or did, she wouldn’t change his mind.

He scoffed in amusement with a light shake of his head. “So, is that like your special power?… Repelling people?”

“It’s more of a hobby.”

“I guess that ties in with you scaring the hell out of people.”

“I prefer to mix it up every now and then.”

“You know, they're more alike than you think.”

“Can you believe it?”

His mouth watered and his spine pricked with anticipation. Her sarcasm was impeccable, truly a gift for the tongue. He was itching with arousal, but before he made too bold of a move, he had to dig a little deeper to not only ensure her safety, but to ensure his. He already knew more about her than she thought, given his investigations on her personal record prior to attending Nevermore. But was there something more to her than sadistic pleasure and dark aesthetics?

“Aside from dumping piranhas in a swimming pool, why do you go to Nevermore?”

Addams took in a long breath and sorted through her mess of a head. Originally, she had spoken of her parents’ manipulation tactics and puppetry into mandatory attendance, but within the first week of experience, she discovered her own purpose and was more driven by her newfound case than what her parents were hoping for. So she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

And to her surprise, she didn’t seem to notice the gradual steps he was beginning to take in order to trap her into inferiority.

“Sometimes when I touch someone or something, I get these very violent glimpses from the past or future.”

Then she made a greater confession. It was probably a mistake, and she was unsure why she didn’t stop herself. The only reason she could determine was Tyler's captivated gaze and intimidating smirk. They made her insides swirl in a whirlwind of intense feelings; the feelings one gets when they’re trying to explain their first crush experience. She heard the typical high school girls gossip and frolic about such things, and although she had no interest, it was everywhere in the school. It drove her mad, but now, she was falling quicker than she could catch herself.

“I don’t know how to control it.”

The two were only inches from each other as Tyler brought up his knees, looking to support his weight while he loomed over Wednesday; they were practically touching foreheads.

“Does that scare you?”

She gave a quick nod.

He was on fire. He leaned closer, but she pulled back slightly, her black orbs falling to the side in timidity as her face flushed red.

“Have you seen any with me?… You know…doing bad things?…”

Wednesday met his eyes once more. She flipped through her memory as fast as she could, but nothing compared to the thumping heart. And after a moment of silence, she shook her head.

“Good…”

“Why?” She grasped at what was left of her stronghold, but she was unaware of how adorable she looked through the boy’s perspective with the blush heating her cheeks. “Because you’re a homicidal monster that disembowels innocent people in the woods?”

“No.” His face fell, and his free hand went to squeeze her side, earning a small grunt from her to unleash his inner predator. Something so small could trigger something bigger than what he was able to control. “I just don’t want you to hate me after tonight.”

Her brow hardened, but before she could say anything else, she felt his hold on her tighten and his muscles flex beneath his white suit, inducing a shiver down her spine.

Tyler took the side of her neck into his mouth and sucked at her warm skin with gentle kisses, in which to his luck she allowed as she turned away to grant more access. He smiled in thanks and slid his hand out from beneath her arm to snatch her wrist and place it over her head. His inner demons were wild with lust, scratching at his walls and constricting his mind. It was no longer black and white. There was no more conversation, no more beating around the bush, and no more stone-faced bitterness. She was bitter, but he knew she could be sweet, he just had to work it out of her.

Wednesday tugged at her seized wrist while her left leg bent in discomfort. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention, let-alone contact, but although it was awkward, she kind of…enjoyed it. It was weird. She hated physical affection and threatened to snap at anyone who dared to play their trick cards against her winning streak, but this felt different. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the diverse set of emotions that was being forced out of her, or if it was because the dress she wore held some sort of spell that had her instincts falling short of what should; it was an antique of course, so who knew what sorcery had bewitched its fabric and stitched its lace. It was like she had no control of what she did and did not do. Sure, she could fight and tell Tyler off, but that didn’t stop him before. So why would that stop him now?

As he moved his body up to grind their hips together, she could smell his cologne that melted into the essence of his room, holding her anxiety steady while he pulled her into him. She curved her spine in response to the tingling sensation that had her pelvis sliding against the mattress below, and a soft hum found its way past her sealed lips.

Galpin chuckled and nuzzled her pinned up hair, feeling the temperature in between them rise as he cooed in her ear, “Are you alright?”

And again, she flinched. On the outside, it seemed like she could take on anything, but in intimate moments like this – when she was alone and safe from curious eyes and accusing thoughts – her sensitivity could not be overlooked. He was right. She was indeed ticklish, and she cursed herself for it. But if she was going to hold out long enough to prevent sudden bashfulness – which she definitely did not need – she had to remain calm and somewhat collected.

She felt him rub his cheek alongside hers.

“Hmm?”

“I-I’m alright…”

She was stuttering. She was falling.

He was confident. He was winning.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I took my jacket off, would you?”

Of course she wouldn’t, it was hotter than Satan’s doorstep.

“Please do.”

He perched himself atop of her torso to strip himself of the white blazer and throw it to the floor, while she took this time to breathe.

Wednesday closed her eyes and attempted to regulate her body temperature. She was on fire, and this frilly dress was only making things worse. It was long and itchy, and she couldn’t help but writhe against the hot flashes that were suffocating her every other second. Without notice, she kept her hand lying above her while her head fell to the side, her chest stirring up a light pant in response to overstimulation.

What the hell was she doing?

Tyler came back with a vengeance, as if freeing himself fully unleashed the growing alpha inside, and he crouched back over her to pull at the buttoned collar around her neck and tug her dress down from her shoulders, revealing her collarbone and sternum. “There.”

He then snaked his fingers back up her arm to capture her hand once more, entwining their fingers and closing the space between their torsos. He watched her look up at their hands, which opened her jawline to his pleasure.

He went in again to tackle her with his lips while his left hand slipped beneath her corresponding arm and forced her dress down to uncover a diagonal view of her chest.

Instinct had the she-devil bringing her arm out to ditch the sleeve and drape it over his shoulder, the cool breeze of relief overpowering her mind into losing all control. And her brain told her she was going to follow Tyler’s lead whether she liked it or not.

She felt his lips trailing down to her sternum while his right hand released her wrist and took hold of her left leg, cupping her thigh and hoisting it up over his own to lock their positioning at the ankle. And once the click of their shoes sounded, he tore the other side of her dress down, having it sit just below her ribs.

He was skilled. She didn’t know how or why he was in this specific area, but he was. He managed to almost strip her while also unbuttoning his own shirt so that his fair skin showed through the blue in teasing slivers from his movement. There were light scars that tapered off in what looked like cat claws across his pecs, while fine definition tainted his entire abdomen.

For a boy who works as a part-time barista, she assumed his other part-time job was toning his figure, because… damn .

Meanwhile, Galpin was in Heaven, taking in the girl’s therapeutic scent that complimented her appearance, despite the gentle tang it held and the harsh aura she expressed.

She truly was bittersweet. And he wanted more .

A seductive growl rumbled in his throat when her black nails slid through his hair and her stomach pressed into his, reacting to his nipping at her supple skin that became fuller the more he moved down. She dug her heels into the blankets below and shoved his shoulders, lost in what to do or how to act when she was being teased in a special place. Her exhales were quick and threatened to become vocal when his teeth pulled at her bra and his hand squeezed her flank again, making her wince.

“ Tyler …”

But the boy only smirked and rubbed his leg against her inner thigh, forcing her to open up more instead of stiffening upon their tied ankles. She was shaking as she did so, and her nails sunk into his scalp, which had a deep moan vibrate his vocal cords.

He cupped her underarms and lifted her up against the headboard, causing her gown to slip further down her body to reveal her entire abdomen and the start of her underwear. And again, he was quick to act on his own attire, unbuckling and dropping his pants to his knees. And though he had enough dignity to keep both of their undergarments on, that didn’t hide the rock-hard bulge that ached underneath.

He was practically drooling when he situated himself on her, thrusting his lower body against hers and pinning her hands above her head once more. They were crossed at the wrists and resembled a move of elegance that would’ve owned the Rave’N dance floor instead of his bedroom, but he was still overjoyed they were here instead.

A small whine slipped past Wednesday’s dark lips as her forearms tingled from the pressure he was inflicting on her veins. She bucked her hips against Tyler’s solid member that stroked her own privates and clenched her teeth, pressing her shoulder blades against the headboard.

She was burning up again, twisting in his hold to restrain her desire to vocally express the number of unnatural feelings she was experiencing as she brought her knees up to his backside in uncertainty.

There was a seductive chuckle that hummed in her ears before she felt one hand cuff her wrists together while the other traced her side profile, catching every curve of her figure until it slipped beneath the remainder of her undone dress to snatch the back of her thigh.

“ Mm– Tyler, stop…”

A heavy pant stirred in her chest as her voice pitched with every kiss he placed up her neck and into her pink cheeks.

“Tyler…”

He edged the corners of her lips, while his digits below teased her with quick pinches that trailed closer to her rear.

“ Please …”

And when she thought she was going to be groped from behind, he outsmarted her.

He took a detour to her front and drug his fingers across her sensitive parts, taking his time with the black cotton as he traced his nails back and forth through the soft tissue, and embracing her dampening arousal.

This was her breaking point.

Her thighs suddenly tensed around his and her lower belly fizzed in a feeling so torturously tender that her throat constricted, and her head tilted back, releasing a distressed but long-awaited moan that fulfilled the both of them.

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wednesday addams ✗ tyler galpin canon-divergent au | 18+

And when she thought she was going to be groped from behind, he outsmarted her.

This was her breaking point.

Her pelvis was being taunted by his feathery fingers, her insides were spazzing between gratification and discomfort, and her body was being attacked with thirsty pecks and occasional nips, having her usual monotone barrier breaking in expressive noises that made the boy insane with sheer lust.

“I knew I could get something out of you.”

Tyler repeated his actions on her specialty with a delighted hum, feeling her arms yank against his powerful grip and her grunts grow weaker from overstimulation. She couldn’t break free, and her face grew sour and panicky, giving way to something he would never forget as he gave a devil’s grin.

Wednesday bit her lip at the constant attention she was receiving, rewarding her partner with a strained whine while her muscles below tightened as if they were trying to pull away, but to no avail. She felt his nails catch every crease, which had her stomach convulsing and her eyes screwing shut. “Please stop …”

“Oh no, I can’t stop now,” his voice was low and conniving. His hazel eyes faded into a dark forest, and his muscles flexed from his hold on her while he licked his lips. “Not after hearing such pleasure fall past your lips.”

“I’m–! This is not pleasurable!” She tore at her seized hands once more, her voice involuntarily slipping past her defense into a tone of timidity and panic, “Let me go, Tyler!”

He scoffed in amusement with a shake of his head and kneaded her with his knuckles, “Really? Your wet panties say otherwise.”

She stiffened, cursing herself for the instincts that had her clenching against his touch to produce a disturbed whimper. Her body was trembling, and her inability to keep dry had her panting in a growing sweat. “This… This is torture…”

“I thought you liked that sort of thing – discomfort, pain, the very sting of misfortune that makes you wild with ecstasy.” Galpin purred, bringing his fingertips to the space between her hip bones to lick at the fabric lining her undergarments, threatening to pull them down when he locked eyes with searing coal ones and cocked his head in playful innocence, “You’re telling me this too much for you?”

It was as if every inch of her was set ablaze, and her head spun with humiliation. She had never felt these erratic, uncontrollable sensations before, and it frightened her. She was still herself, but everything had changed so quickly. Her body told her she liked this. Her mind told her she hated this. Her chest held a furious growl. Her voice held a needy pant. She didn’t know what to do. But when she felt the barista’s index finger torment the soft tissue connecting her thigh to her pelvis, she couldn’t help but buck her hips with a startled exclamation.

He received a faint whiff of her from the slap of her underwear against her skin, and his stomach churned with an intense craving that had his salivary glands oozing with drool. That crazed beast mentality manifested into his bloodstream, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand and a deep hum strum his vocal cords.

“If you’re going to do something…then do it…,” Wednesday panted, straining her voice to prevent another moan from dictating her every word. Her legs were trembling from the tension, and her core ached from the consistent convulsions partaken from her inability to cope with this intimate attention. The hardness in her tone was stripped bare, giving way to a desperate whine when he pulled at her wrists and discarded her dress to her knees, sending an icy chill to combat the heat waves crashing into her, “ Please …”

Tyler dropped his swollen member onto her and crouched over her chest, coming close to her lips as they exchanged gazes. He saw her once-stone face crumble into one full of emotion, while he felt her hips arch and her body wriggle in desperation. He knew his specialty against hers was driving her mad, but he was looking to get a rise out of her. And that’s exactly what she was fulfilling.

He chuckled and pecked the corner of her mouth to further initiate his teasing event, though his inner predator was screaming at him to dive deeper.

“For someone who is always seen in black and white, you sure are showing some more… colorful colors, Wednesday.”

The raven’s mouth twisted in irritation and her heels slipped against the mattress below as she pulled away from his lips. She didn’t want to reveal ‘ colorful colors ,’ but she wasn’t given a choice when it came to instinct. She felt more slick dampen her clothing, forcing another pitched noise to emit from her throat and her spine to curve in a needy fit. “ Tyleerrr …”

Galpin jumped to her ear with a low whisper, “Calm down, I’m not taking things far yet. Just enough to get an idea of what you would be like…”

Addams’ brow hardened slightly as she groaned upon the additional drips that sent shivers through her. Goosebumps taunted her skin and radiated throughout her scalp, having her try to shake it from her system with a jerk of her neck. “What I would…be like?…”

“Outside of Nevermore,” he inhaled the soothing scent of her fixed hair before pressing his lower body into hers, moving in a slow but steady pace up and down, “On a beautiful night…”

She sucked in a sharp breath as she writhed again, moaning in sensitivity while her belly clambered in knots and her undergarments became heavy. Her chest fluttered with her panting as she felt his nose nudge her neck before taking it into his mouth. She pulled against his strength and involuntarily rolled her hips with him, triggering a tiny voice to slip through her hyperventilation. “Release me… Release my wrists, Tyler… Please…”

The boy was obsessed with the many smells she was blessing him with, having him obey her command only to squeeze her side, pressing his fingertips into the small of her back, while her own found his shoulders. His teeth grazed her jugular vein, making her cry out and her hands slip to his lower back to keep his member against her. He smirked and pulled away teasingly, curious at what she’d do, and her reaction didn’t disappoint.

The little viper tugged against him with what strength she had left as her spine aligned with the nerves that pricked her from head to toe. His rhythm had her jaw loosening, giving way to a gape in her mouth when a guttural moan flattened her tongue. Autopilot was the only thing her body knew. She was lost from everything she once knew about herself, so when he jerked away with more force, it had her begging. “Stop, stop, stop…”

Tyler pressed his lips to the side of her ear, deranged with pleasure, “And if I don’t?”

Wednesday panted with heavy eyelids, cringing when more leakage slipped past her defense and cooled itself with his manipulative tactics. “I will…end you…Tyler Galpin…”

He chuckled and nuzzled the side of her face, “ Mmm , sounds… spooky .”

She huffed, whining softly when he pulled down to dip directly in between her legs and thrust his pelvis into hers to indulge in her dripping and satisfy his aching bulge without tearing inside her. Her head slammed against the headboard and her thighs kept him steady, while her eyes shut and her nails sunk into his hot flesh, breaking the surface to earn a harsh grunt from him.

The barista’s vision blurred, and his nerves heightened in a piercing tingle that had his breathing spike and his throat unleash a dominating growl. The enchanting sensation of her dampening him had him working up a thirsty pant, and his hands grabbed at the back of her neck and hind-end. He got a few more startled squeaks from her before he lifted her head and shuddered upon an additional gush from below. “Look at me, Wednesday…”

And she did.

The she-devil loosened her talons on his back, and she trembled with a face flushed in red. Her hair was still pretty neat, but there were more loose strands that fell around her face and onto her collarbone. She couldn’t keep her legs from shaking under the strain of holding her partner, and her mind was overwhelmed with nothing but his voice, actions, and overall aura he was seducing her with.

She never thought she’d be in such a situation, yet here she was.

“What?”

But Galpin didn’t utter a word, he just smiled and unwrapped his hand from behind her head to trace his index knuckle down her middle, keeping his touch feathery to encourage a quick squirm. He watched her mouth upturn in the slightest manner to reveal her sensitivity before she slapped him with one hand and pushed against him with the other.

But that small smirk was enough to send him over the edge.

Meanwhile, Addams couldn’t fight the tenderness of her torso as his nails licked the full area between her hip bones, causing her white teeth to break through her magenta stained lips before she writhed once more with a ticklish whimper. “No, Tyler, please! That’s enough!”

She didn’t even realize she said that. She just did.

The boy was stunned.

He couldn’t stop.

He just held her there and continued to stroke her, saturating his fingers against her black underwear that was so sweet. But when he was blessed with a pitched outburst that expressed a needy cry, he lost it.

She was perfect. That’s why she could trigger such a thing inside of him. But if he didn’t want her to get hurt, he had to break away fast. Even if that meant someone else taking the blow for his uncontrollable outrages of…whatever they were…

He was able to keep what little composure he had left to crouch close to her and whisper in a gentle tone, while sliding his hand up her petite frame, relishing those final touches and already reminiscing such an angel in bed. “It is enough, isn’t it? For tonight…”

Wednesday shivered when the sharp clicks of his tongue struck her ear drum, but due to the demoralization she had been through, she was forced to close her eyes and restrain herself from another expressive reflex. She felt his lips of bliss place a generous kiss to her cheekbone, triggering a dip in her nervous system and allowing her body to relax against the mattress. It was like getting off a high. His words were like a remedy to cure her panicked arousal, and his pelvis slowed to calmly rest over hers, as if he was ordering her to slow her frenzied hormones. And for some reason…it worked.

In a flash, his shadow vanished and the heat pulsing from him turned cold, leaving her mostly bare figure quivering in shock. The wetness of her privates only had her moaning in delicacy, making her press her legs together only to realize Tyler was gone.

She opened her eyes and reached down to pull her dress up in order to cover up the misfortune of her biology, given she had no control over her natural instincts. Her black eyes were now wide and dilated, glancing around for the being who was once with her. She could hear her own heartbeat as her pants echoed against the warm-lit walls, urging her to recollect herself and shuffle her way off the bed.

She stumbled, for her legs were still shaky from the prior stress, having her give a hoarse grunt as she caught herself on the edge of the mattress, gripping the plaid comforter in precaution.

This was too weird…

Her body was still tingling, experiencing the residue of the intimate attention received to the point where her mind fluctuated from submissive to dominant. She was weak, but she needed to figure out why he left all of the sudden. Not that she was complaining, because if he took things any further, she no doubt would’ve done things she would never outlive.

All of his belongings were absent as well, even his jacket that he discarded with no shame. She didn’t recall hearing his phone, but maybe his dad paged him? Maybe he heard something downstairs? She didn’t know…

Tyler was odd anyway, even for a normie. He didn’t seem fazed by her, even when she spooked him at first sight. He went along with her and jumped hoops to get within her ropes, but he was good at it. He was very good at it…

Addams managed to redress, fighting the discomfort of her soaked undergarments as she scanned what she could of the dark house while making her way to the front. Tyler’s cologne was stale, and everything looked neat, perfectly placed as it was when they arrived, so her suspicion was high.

She parted ways with the indoors to feel the crisp of night flood all five of her senses, sending another painful chill throughout her figure. She hissed and resituated her skirt before stalking the perimeter of the home, the sharp gleam in her eyes returning with a vengeance.

“Tyler?”

No response.

Her brow hardened. She had regained proper footing by now, but the muscles in her thighs and hips were still ablaze, urging her to do what she was bred to do: run. Run after him, wherever he went. Run into the midnight woods like a predator tracking down prey. Run fast and swift to avoid the silver licks of moonlight that filtered through the towering trees. Run like the wind that whipped through the quad of Nevermore and encouraged the werewolves to howl with the power of a pack. Run like fire was catching, like the fire that was damned to her ancestor, Goody Addams, was an unforgiving rage ignited by the devil himself: Joseph Crackstone.

“ Tyler! ”

But as soon as she turned around, her body froze up and her neck snapped to stare into the sea of stars above. The piercing sting of hot electricity pulsed through her veins and locked her knees with such tension that she struggled to stand straight. It was a vision.

A vision of Eugene.

A trip. A rustle. A roar. A scream. And then…

She was back. And she remembered herself. Her goal. Her purpose.

Wednesday shook the intense intimacy from her being, fixated her raven gaze towards the forest, and bolted into the trees with her black-laced dress and striking high heels. She tore through the greenery and kicked up dirt, the drive from minutes ago pushing her further into the beaten soil, while Eugene’s screams replayed over and over in her head. She couldn’t think, couldn’t feel – she could only run.

From someone who was once captivated by superiority and induced into vulnerability, she could never give up such a gift that made her heart pound and sheer adrenaline course through her bloodstream. It was what she was good at.

The branches around her rustled and cracked, sending her arms swinging with more force while her hands formed fists, and she took her chances. “Eugene!”

Her silhouette was illuminated against the blue lunar glow as she fled over the small hills and dips of the forest’s floor, her panic climbing with her rhythmic footsteps. “Eugene!”

She craved to hear something – anything to let her know she was close, and that her fellow hummer would be okay.

She pushed harder, using the lean muscle mass in her thighs to stride over logs and debris hiding under night’s blinding blanket while she scanned the daunting scenery with round eyes. “Eugene?!”

And as if it was on a dime, she approached a small clearing.

Addams skidded to a halt and looked around frantically, desperate for any sign of Ottinger as she panted into the darkness. She whipped her head from left to right, “Eugene?!”

And finally, the boy’s voice pleased her ears, and she darted in his direction, pursuing his friendly vocals.

“ Wednesday! Over here! ”

Luckily, he sounded fine; she just had to reach him before he was not.

But as she made her way with high hopes, a bestial snarl tore the distance between her and her companion, and that was when her luck was shattered. A scream echoed through the wildness, being cut short by an additional animalistic bray. Icy shivers streamed down her spine, catching every vertebra. “Eugene?!”

And she saw the destruction site.

“Eugene.”

Eugene was limp on the dirt floor, sliced and covered in blood.

Wednesday stared in horror as she crouched down by his side, scanning his battered figure while she struggled to catch her breath.

No way was this monster going to get away with this – what it has done to the city of Jericho.

And now that it had attacked the boy she saw so much of Pugsley in, her claws were hooked deep, and her fire burned brighter than the rising sun that was destined to shine light on this blood-splattered turf. If it was the last thing she did on the face of this God-forsaken earth, she would redeem what it had broken. And she would take down anyone who dared get in her way.

Just then, quick footsteps trailed behind her, and the terrified pitch of Marilyn Thornhill’s voice pierced the silence.

“ Oh my God! ”

The dark angel glanced back in an unrecognizable glare, feeling numb as she watched her science professor frantically tremble in fear.

“Is he alive?!”

She just stared.

Waiting.

Watching.

Challenging whatever did this to take her to war, because she would win.

Even if she had fallen apart under the secretive roof and the superior being of Tyler Galpin. He wouldn’t stop her.

He likes her. She likes him. But even love couldn’t tear apart right and wrong. Black and white. Human and monster. Not even when she fell short of the upper hand and had to fight to regain her rightful place as an Addams.

She was an Addams.

But she was Wednesday .

Wednesday Addams .

A middle alias to define the keen line between the good and bad of the week. Dark and light. Good and evil. Bark and bite. And most importantly… Most infamously … Heaven and Hell.

And there’s something fantastic about that, isn’t there?

☰ pt. 1 ☰ pt. 2

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