#male! Wednesday Addams x Original Character

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#genderbend #male! wednesday addams #Male! Wednesday Addams x Original Character #oc insert #oc witch #female oc #fanfiction #Fanfiction in Spanish

[maryannecrimsworth]

You do need a friend

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Guide for tormented hearts

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Selectively mute reader

Warnings: I'm going for the slow burn and reader it's really traumatized, prepare for some angst scenes and a whole bullying session. The part two will be softer if anyone likes this.

Summary: You did it, you stayed with your brother — you were finally free from your parents. Everything goes wrong one last time but after all the police investigation and doctor visits, you were back to Nevermore, not to your parents' Lycanthropy camp. You were at school for the very first time in your life and no one would actually speak with you. At least you thought no one would until your brother makes you meet his goth friend.

Some reader's characteristics: R has anxiety disorder, selective mutism, and is a really unique type of outcast. Reader's background it's derived from my Wednesday fic, The Hunt.

You couldn't remember a thing.

No, you remember one thing: laying down and blacking out for once, after spending three nights staring at the bedroom ceiling non-stop. Then you finally closed your eyes and when you opened them again, you saw your own brother painting above you, despair in his eyes and blood covering his red skin.

He shouted questions at you as an animal crawled behind him. You blinked a few times and did not reply, your attention was on the animal, on the beast now standing in front of you.

“Y/N!” Your brother made you sit up, completely unaware of the monster in his back, and asked again: “Who made you sleep? Who guided you?”

Your mouth dried and your stomach crunched as the monster kept getting closer. You knew that monster. The Hyde. Your parents talked about it in the last few months, it was why you came to Jericho in the first place. And it was about to hit you when your brother stood up.

Hank turned his back to you and pushed the monster away, his hands now turned into claws.

You hated when he transformed, and your hatred only grew as you realized what you have done.

While your brother was fighting the beast, you stood up from the ground and looked around the place. You have never been here before but you knew it from pictures. The Pilgrim World, The Outcast Convention. There were bleachers all over the grass and spotlights illuminating the stages your parents were sitting on a few minutes ago. Maybe hours. How long have you been asleep? And why was this place so empty? Where did the crowds go? And there are—Oh. You looked at the person on your feet. A werewolf, you guessed, as she was growling and sleeping peacefully in the grass. There were about five more teenagers in the same state as hers, blacked out on the floor. Then you understood. You understood what you have done.

You have ruined the Outcast Convention.

X

He covered you with a blanket as the policemen ran through the place. They were after Tyler, your brother told you, not you. You were sitting in the paramedics' triage line when your brother broke out from the mess and noise and sat beside you.

“I need you to answer me this time, okay?” He whispered in your ear before you could see more policemen emerging from somewhere behind you. You heard the alert on their radio. The Hyde was arrested. “Who made you sleep?” You finally looked at him. "Was it mother? You can shake your head.”

You nodded slightly. Yes, you remembered your mother ordering you to go to the bed and then singing a creepy lullaby for you. It was horrible — she was horrible, but it worked. Or maybe the stinky towel in her hand that worked very well.

Your brother’s whole expression stiffened as you replied. He already knew what your mother did to you. He used to help her with it.

“You can’t go back.” Hank mumbled and instantly regretted it. He shook his head before looking at you again. “I freed myself from them, Y/N.” He whispered. “I’m not going back to their camp, and you don’t have to go either. We..we can stay here. You can study and I can work here in Nevermore. I have friends now, they can’t make us leave. Not again.” You saw a tear running down his cheek. “Do you want to? Would you stay with me?”

You felt his strong grip softing around your shoulder, all the intensity in his behavior was clear but he would never risk hurting you. Not anymore. That’s why he needed you to say ‘yes’, he needed you to run away with him.

So you accepted it, you nodded your head convincingly, and you never saw your brother so happy. You never thought he would cry for joy — but he was crying and hugging you even with so many hurt people around him. Hank then stood up and asked you to follow him as he healed the wounded people. The people you hurted, you thought, even though he made no mention of it. Your brother's curse was the perfect risk control for yours: you wounded, he absorbed the wound. No one could ever prove your guilt — your parents' guilt, and the show kept on going. But not anymore.

Now you were a student at Nevermore.

X

You liked it at first. The school, not the people. Outcast or normie, teenagers were mean in any form. But no one really tried to talk to you after the Convention, and it made things way easier. Everyone knew your name — well, your L/N, but it worked nonetheless — and your brother talked with all the teachers about you. Which meant you didn’t have to sit in pairs nor speak to anyone in class. Even some of your exams were different so you didn’t have to present anything in front of a classmate.

“The teachers and the principal are very comprehensive” Hank told you after you came back smiling from your first day. “But you’ll have to speak to some students at some point. I can help you with it.”

“Why?” You replied immediately. “There’s no need.”

“You are in high school.” You rolled your eyes in response. “You do need a friend.” You walked straight to your room and did not utter another word to your brother for the rest of the day.

Then his schemes began. Well, he was the school advisor after all. And you were now his messenger.

Hank sent you a quest everyday: to deliver a letter, a note, a corrected exam, a chocolate box.

“Chocolate?” You asked as soon as he handed you the box.

“Well, she’s having a really bad time, she needs it.” You rolled your eyes again and walked after the poor girl.

You understood your brother’s strategy: he wanted you to knock on the door, greet the person and then deliver the package. Naive man. You actually only put the package in the hallway, knocked on the door and walked away. No speaking needed at all.

By far, you have barely spoken to anyone.

Some people tried: Xavier Thorpe and Enid Sinclair, your brother’s friends, tried to small talk with you a few times, but you only smiled awkwardly and shook your head until they gave up. There was also this goth girl with them, she was your brother’s friend too, but you could not make yourself look at her. It was hard enough to look at Xavier, who you knew for years, so imagine looking at someone who seems to be a wrong word away from murdering you. Nope. Not a chance.

But Hank — oh, how you hated him sometimes — has this “getting out of your comfort zone” obsession and would never leave you alone.

“No.” It was the first package you refused to deliver. You would not walk to Ophelia Hall to deliver a blank paper note to her. “No, Hank. Please, can’t we just go home? I’m exhausted.”

Your brother looked up from the papers on his desk and watched you with concern. He had noticed how the bags under your eyes had grown, but he had refused to put you to sleep.

“I won't lock you up.” Hank reminded you. “You have to learn to control it.”

“Whatever, Hank.” You sighed, your shoulders and eyes weighing a little more than usual. “Can we go home?”

“Wednesday is with the key to my bike. You have to meet her, wanting or not.”

“Why would she—?” Hank helped her with her creepy stuff, of course, they had a deal after all. You gave up questioning and grabbed the blank note from your brother’s desk. He wished you good luck before you slammed the door.

Yeah, sure, an elf definitely needs luck.

You stomped your way to Ophelia Hall. Ophelia, the girl who was driven mad by her family. How ironic.

The Housemaster didn't even bother with your presence at that point, he just let you pass. You silently strode through the halls, as you were getting used to doing, and no students really noticed you. At least that's what you thought until a shrill voice hurt your ears.

“Pretty L/N!” Was it even a human voice? “Come here, beautiful.” You obviously ignored her. “Oh, wait.” You heard laughter. ���That’s the weird L/N.” Oh, fuck, like it's even possible to mistake you for your brother. “Will you reply if we growl?” The voice grew louder on your back. “I think we need to bring a fur to crawl and sniff your ass! This way you will be a good pet, won’t you?” Do not react. Do not react. Do not—you felt the paper scratching the palm of your hand. Your firsts were so strongly closed that your arms were trembling. Your whole body was trembling and they noticed.

The voice finally gained a face and a group of teenagers appeared in front of you. You didn't even notice that you had stopped walking.

“How ugly. You are even worse up close.”

As if you are a beauty.

“It is a pity that you have absolutely nothing to do with your brother.”

Of course I have not, we’re adopted, you stupid bitch.

“Piss off, Gwen, he’s trying to help Hanky. You know, he’s his messenger.”

“That’s why he keeps ghosting our dorm? No, I do not believe that.”

“Come on, you think he’s a perv or something?”

You watched the two girls talking. Did they always have to be this tall? Your neck was already hurt because of your exemplary posture, and looking up certainly didn't help.

“Look at him. He sure is.”

You felt a drop falling into your eyes and winched in reflex. Fuck. Your forehead was totally soaked, as was your clothes. You took a glimpse of the crushed paper in your hand: it was completely wet. You ruined the blank paper note. Pathetic.

“You suck at this.” The voice laughed again. “That’s your message?” The girl grabbed the paper from your hand before you could move away. “You can not speak, you can not deliver a single note, you can not look even me in the eye.” The girl leaned over you. “Is there anything you can do?” You could feel her scoff on your face. “You worthless piece of shit.”

You did not respond. You did not look up. You were barely breathing. Sweat kept running down your face as the girl gave up. She got tired of waiting for a slight response from your and turned back. She was about to finally step away when you moved your foot.

The girl was unexpectedly face down on the ground and her friends gasped at the ugly fall. Everyone looked at you. Oh, how satisfactorily angry they seemed.

“You did it on purpose, you asshole!”

“I can’t believe you’re laughing!” You were not laughing, only smirking a little bit.

“You’ll pay for this!”

A foot kicked your shin, which prevented you from running away. Then a fist hit your face and an elbow struck your back. You stopped recognizing what was hitting you once your knees touched the ground. Your vision turned into a blur and your ears heard nothing but a whirring as they slapped your head. It didn’t actually hurt: you were too numb to describe it as something uncomfortable, and you were used to beatings. But then a boot, somehow, managed to get between your crossed arms and sunk into your stomach. You could feel the weight getting deep in your gut, and the acid taste of your lunch emerged into your mouth. You did not hold it back.

You puked on the girl's shoes and got her socks to be soiled as well. Your throat was burning and dry coughs were already escaping from your dirty lips when you heard the screams distancing themselves.

They had run off.

You crawled on the floor, moving away from the vomit that slipped down the girl’s legs. You do not even know if you have thrown up in the right one.

You growled in anger as you grabbed the dirty paper note from the ground and stood up. Wednesday’s door was only a few feet down the hallway and you needed to go home. You quickly saw her room’s door and stormed in without even knocking.

You were met by a circular window, half colored, half blank. A girl shouted to your left, and a subtle movement came from the right.

You didn’t look at anyone, you didn’t speak to anyone: you simply targeted the key on Wednesday’s desk and rushed to it. You tripped on something on the way — on Thing — but that didn't stop you from taking the key and turning back to the door. You were about to slam the door shut when a cold voice reached you.

“My message.” You were still holding the paper. Fuck. You threw the squashed paper at her feet and left without saying anything.

You felt Wednesday's eyes following your movements — analyzing your soaked uniform, your bruised face and dirty lips, but none of that mattered.

The only thing that mattered was the cold metal between your fingers, the key to your escape, to your brother's motorcycle. Your blood flowed through your veins as the wind cut through your ears, and you ran through the school until you reached the parking lot and the motorcycle.

You started the engine and ran out of Nevermore without looking back.

The cold wind didn't cool your mind, but shivers ran down your skin as you jumped off the bike and left it in the driveway. You barely closed the door and ran into your bedroom. To the glass cell that opened only from the outside. You locked yourself in and threw yourself to the floor as the salty taste of tears mixed with the acidity of everything you had eaten during the day. You were still crying.

And you kept crying until your body got exhausted.

You fell asleep.

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✨Teaser: In Technicolor✨

So some of you may know this, but my next fic that was set to release was originally called “Ballad of a Teenage Dream” and was a Wednesday x Skam crossover that showcased all the highs and lows of high school and the growing pains that come with the transition from teenager to young adult.

Well that story has been reworked, overhauled, and given new life.

I present to you my high school dramady, In Technicolor.

Set in Los Angeles, California, the story follows two groups of friends as their worlds collide. A modern spin on the social dynamics of Romeo and Juliet where two factions are warring but cannot remember why or why their bitter rivalry is so important to their identity, In Technicolor highlights the feuding of the wealthy and the everyday citizens to show the consequences that come from stripping culture and history from the city streets in the name of gentrification. It explores the complex relationships of families on either side of the fence to reveal that wealth does not always bring happiness. And finally, at the center of it all, the complicated friendships and relationships of the members of these two groups as they meld into one.

For our East LA champions, we follow the Addams siblings and their mismatched group of skateboarders, graffiti artists, musicians, and street racers.

For our Palisades elite, we focus on the Blossoms and Galpin’s—two families from extreme wealth that are not entirely honest about what they show the world.

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Important Story Information: If the visuals were not enough to give it away, this story will be a crossover with a different fandom. Entering the mix is the ensemble from Riverdale. I do want to caution readers now, there will be crossover pairings, character retcon on both sides, ageing up, ageing down, and changes to character personalities.

One such example is that Wednesday isn’t allergic to color and isn’t entirely unapproachable. She smiles and laughs but only when around those she trusts like her family and friends. Pugsley has been aged up and is Wednesday’s twin brother. My face claim for this version of Pugsley is Xolo Mariduẽna and I have made Pugsley (who also will be going by “Lee”) more confident and hotheaded with some snark and sass. Second to that, my face claim for Pubert “Bertie” Addams is Malachi Barton and Pubert/Bertie will be one year younger than his siblings—the twins Wednesday and Pugsley age 17 and in their senior year and Bertie age 16 entering his junior year.

On the Riverdale side of the crossover, I have made certain changes that I don’t want to reveal just yet for Archie’s character. That surprise will come soon enough because next I will be posting moodboards for specific couples that will be at the center of this story. But one change I will discuss now to get it out there to avoid hate comments and harassment is the issue of is Cheryl bi or is she a lesbian. In my story, she’s bi and will be paired with a male lead. I understand that the actress for her character went back and forth on Cheryl’s orientation but, to me, Cheryl reads like a chaotic bisexual that goes back and forth on her identity because being bi is confusing enough. And as someone who is bi, I would like to see more representation and fiction for people like myself because fandoms are so quick to erase bisexuality and pansexuality and criticize us when we speak up about it. So in this story, Cheryl is bi and she has broken up with her most recent girlfriend before meeting her next partner who is a man. And it’s fine.

If this upsets you, just swipe off of this post. Don’t leave mean comments or take digs at me because I’m not for any of this fandom infighting nonsense. It’s fiction and these characters can be whatever you want them to be in your stories.

However, if you don’t mind Cheryl liking both men and women, you don’t have an opinion either way, or your curious to see how this’ll pan out, stay tuned. I’d love to share this story with you. All are welcome so long as things stay civil and breezy.

So with that, I look forward to updating with the couple’s board and then the first chapter titlecard along with the chapter itself. Until then, stay lovely and stay groovy.💜

#wednesday netflix #riverdale #tyler galpin #wednesday addams #pugsley addams #pubert addams #wyler #weyler #kent and divina #bianca barclay #bughead #cheryl blossom #jason blossom #betty cooper #jughead jones #polly cooper #archie andrews #reggie mantle #veronica lodge #josie mccoy #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #enid x ajax #betty x jughead #sweet pea riverdale #joaquin desantos #kevin keller #moose mason #xavier thorpe #josie x sweet pea

[bingwriterxo]

rules + guidelines

rules

i write mainly fem x fem, though fem x gn can be written upon request.

smut/dark content will be labeled as '18+.' if you are a minor, do not interact!

requests

requests can be submitted here

please be as specific as possible in your requests! and please be patient--writing, unfortunately, is not the quickest thing in the world.

if there is anyone who you would like to request an imagine of that you do not see below, send the ask in anyway! odds are, if i know the character well enough, i will write for them!

who i write for

jenna ortega

tara carpenter

vada cavell

wednesday addams

any female character/actress from the marvel cinematic universe

any female character/actress from the scream franchise

any female character/actress from wednesday, the netflix original

what i will write

smut: strap-on, breeding kink, choking, face-sitting, fingering, degradation, praise, threesomes, bondage, light pain

angst: cheating, break-ups, eating disorders (personal experience), death, injuries

fluff: almost anything

*if you do not see something listed here that you would like to see, send the ask in anyway. odds are i'm forgetting a lot of things.

what i will not write

rape/non-con; age-play; incest; beastiality; pedophelia

male characters/actors; g!p smut

pregnancy; getting pregnant; being pregnant

*if you do not see something here and you are unsure if i will write it, send the ask in anyway. odds are i'm forgetting things.

#navigation #blog rules

[floatyflowers]

𑁍Masterlist𑁍

Oshi No Ko

Sister Complex Masterlist

Hunter x Hunter

Father! Kurapika

Jujutsu Kaisan

Father! Satoru Gojo

Another Father! Satoru Gojo

Death Note

Father! Light Yagami

Lotr/The hobbit

Grandfather! Thranduil

Father! Legolas

Dark Sauron

Dc

Father Morpheus(The Sandman)

The Boys

Father! Homelander Part 2

Hannibal

Father Hannibal Lecter

Dark! Hannibal Lecter, and John Wick x Young Mother! Reader Part 2

Stranger Things

Husband! 001 (Vecna)

Jason Carver P2

Father! 001

House of the dragon

Husband! Daemon Targaryen Part 2

The Adopted Princess Masterlist

First Husband Aemond Targaryen x Reader x Second Husband Aegon Targaryen

Husband! Larys Strong

Fairest of Them All | Aegon II, Aemond, and Jacaerys x Reader

Dark Platonic Mother!Rhaenyra Targaryen x Daughter Reader

Dark Platonic Father Aegon II x Reader

Dark Platonic Father Maegor The Cruel x Reader

Dark Platonic Father Aegon The Conqueror x Reader

Dark Platonic Father Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Dark Platonic Father Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Dark Father Aegon II x Mother! Reader x Son! Aegon III

Dark Platonic Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader x Dark Platonic Alicent Hightower

Dark Platonic Mothers! HOTD/GOT (Cersei, Alicent, Sansa, and Rhaenyra) x Reader

Dark! Jaehaerys Targaryen x Maegor's Daughter! Reader

Dark Male! Rhaenyra Targaryen x Cousin Reader Part 2

Below the Surface| Dark! HOTD various x Reincarnated Reader

Dark Male! Daenerys Targaryen x Baratheon! Reader Part 2

Dark! Grown-up Lucerys Valeryon x Twin!Reader

Dark Male! Alicent Hightower x reader

Percy Jackson x House Of The Dragon x Reader Crossover.

Mythology

Dark Greek Gods (Apollo, Hermes, and Ares) x Reader

Dark! Eros x Reader x Dark! Anteros

Dark! Platonic Father Apollo x Reader

Dark! Achilles and Patroclus x Reader (Poly)

Wednesday

Dark! Male! Wednesday Addams

Percy Jackson

Dark Platonic Camp Half-Blood x Reader x Dark Platonic Greek Gods Part2

Eros' Daughter Fanfic Masterlist

Percy Jackson x House Of The Dragon x Reader Crossover.

Dark! Hades x Demigod! Reader

Chronicles of Narnia

Male! Queen Jadis 'The White Witch'

The Last Of Us

Dark Platonic Father! Joel Miller

Dark Joel Miller x Married! Reader

Star Wars Universe

Dark Platonic! Din Djarin x Reader

Historical Figures

Dark! Platonic Father! Saladin x Reader x Dark! Baldwin IV

Dark! Ancient Rulers (Ramesses II and Alexander the Great) x Reader

Dark Platonic Alexander the Great x illegitimate! Daughter

Dark Husband! Alexander The Great x Reader

Dark Platonic! Father Henry VIII x reader

Dark! Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader

Back to the past| Dark! Tutankhamun x Modern! Reader

Dark! Male Catherine of Aragon and Male Anne Boleyn x Queen Reader

Avatar the Last Airbender

Dark! Zuko x Fragile! Reader

The second wife| Dark! Ozai x Wife! Reader x Platonic Dark! Zuko and Azula

Dark Platonic! Fire Nation Royal Family x Non-bender Reader Part 2

Dark Ozai x Iroh's betrothed! Reader

Dark! Fire Nation Royal Family x Bloodbender Reader

Dark! Male Azula x Reader

Lolita

Male! Dolores Haze x Reader

Dark Manhwa/manga characters

Dark! Husbands (Erno Etham, and Camille Lafayette) x reader

Dark! Anime DILFS x reader

Harry Potter

Dark! Tom Riddle x Hufflepuff! Reader

Dark! Sirius Black x Reader

Bram Stoker's Dracula

Dark Platonic! Father Dracula x Reader x Dracula's Brides

Interview with the vampire

Dark!Platonic/Romantic Lestat de Lioncourt

Barbie

Dark Platonic Adoptive! Parents Barbie And Ken x Reader

Original Characters

Dark Platonic! Rich Father x Reader

Dark Platonic! Father Merman x Human! Reader

Dark Platonic! Alien Father x Toddler! Human Reader

Dark Platonic! Fathers as Zodiac Signs x Reader

Dark Husbands! Vampire, Merman, and Faerie x Human! Reader

Dark! Platonic Father and Mother Faerie x Human! Reader

Dark! Male Homewrecker x Reader (Late 1800's era)

Dark! Platonic Gym Father x Chubby! Reader

Dark! Human Apps (Duolingo, Tumblr, and Wattpad) x Reader

One Piece

Dark Platonic! Father Zoro x Reader

Migi to Dali

Dark! Migi and Dali x Reader

Disney

Dark Platonic Father Tarzan x Reader

AI accounts:

Character AI List| Character Link List

#masterlist #platonic yandere #father #brother #yandere house of the dragon #tw: toxic relationships #aegon ii targaryen x reader #daughter reader #wednesday addams x reader #anime #lotr x reader

[devilsrecreation]

Songs that fit with A Captain and His Dragon and The Three Stooges of Piracy/Moonshine

A Captain and his Dragon:

I Won’t Say I’m in Love-Hercules

I can imagine Link singing it when he realizes he’s got feelings for Deadly (Yes, the other pigs, Johnny, and Sal are the muses). Granted, it’s also a Peace and Liberty song but it goes both ways

A Guy that I’d Kinda be Into- Be more Chill

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but I can picture Deadly singing this to Piggy (which would be completely platonic) and Piggy would be all excited since she thinks her matchmaking skills had actually worked, but when Deadly sings “The guy that I’d kinda be into is.....Link...”, Piggy’s like “W H A T?”

I’m in love with a monster-Fifth Harmony

Do I really have to explain this one?

Accidently in love-Counting Crows

I mean, that’s their whole relationship...and origin...they accidently fell in love and I accidently shipped them (remember, it was a crack ship at first)

The Three Stooges of Piracy/Moonshine:

Little Miss Perfect male cover

POLLY POLLY POLLY. THIS IS 100% POLLY! I mean, a character who thinks they’re straight is actually gay? Yup. SO Polly x Clueless

Partners in Crime- Set it off

I blame Muppet Treasure Island....they work SO well together in that movie. They’re the evil trio of henchmen that are obviously gay for each other

Love me Dead-Ludo

I just picture Monty singing this in a muppirate kareoke night and Polly and Clueless are watching him just SWOONING

Crazier than you-Addams Family Musical

Let’s face it, Monty as Wednesday and Clueless and Polly as her his boyfriend(s) is PERFECT for this. And it makes sense cuz Monty’s a psycho!

Both:

Something There-Beauty and the Beast

Honestly, just change “mean, course, and unrefined” to something about Link being egotistical and you got Deadly singing about Link

It’s also Polly and Clueless singing about Monty and the other muppirates (and Wanda) are all “Would you look at that!”

Floating with you-Fairly Odd Parents

I honestly love smart x dumb aesthetics and since my otp(3)’s both are, it’s a win-win. Just Link and Clueless as Cosmo and Deadly, Polly, and Monty as Wanda

Most Chaotically-Daughter of Discord (https://youtube.com/watch?v=OXAsJEQe-_0)

Even though I’m not much of an MLP fan, I’ve always liked this song and HOLY SHIT, IT’S SO MY OTP(3)!!! GODDAMN IT’S SO GOOD!!

#doing that one song meme even though no one asked #god i love these shippings #otp: a captain and his dragon #ot3: the three stooges of piracy #link x deadly #polly x clueless #polly x monty #clueless x monty #the muppets

[scarlett--blood]

⸙ꦽ❛ 𝐈;; ¡ 𝕾𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖊𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 ! ╌❀ꦿ͙❟ ↷

⸙ꦽ❛ MR. ADDAMS JR;; ¡ Marcando unos límites importantes, excediento otros que no tanto ! ╌❀ꦿ͙❟

➤ Fecha de Publicación: ❛ 12 ❀ 03 ❀ 2024 ❜｡

✧「 ❝ ¡ Advertencia ❀ Mensiones de sangre, Bullying ! ❞ 」✧

━━━━━━━ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀 ━━━━━━━

━━━━━ ❀ ¡ 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄 ! ❀ ━━━━━

Risas y murmullos se sonaban por los pasillos concurridos de la escuela. A mismo tiempo, se escuchaba el golpeteo de los pasos de un joven sombrío. Quién se abría paso entre la multitud de adolescentes promedio. Merlín Addams.

❝ No sé a quien se le ocurre la retorcida idea... ❞

El muchacho alto, de cabellos negros y ojos oscuros, miraba con indiferencia y frialdad a los adolescentes, unos los miraban con miedo, otros con asco.

❝... de poner a cientos de adolescentes en escuelas mal financiadas... ❞

Merlín dirigió su mirada hacia el frente, olvidándose rápidamente de el grupo de adolescentes. Rápidamente centro su atención momentáneamente en un grupo de maestros que estaban de pie fuera de un salón de clases.

❝... dirigidas por personas cuyos sueños acabaron hace años... ❞

❝... pero admiro el sadismo ❞

El muchacho de vestimenta oscura siguió abriéndose paso entre los alumnos, quienes rápidamente retomaban con camino pasando detrás de él.

«Ring»

Pronto pudo divisar un grupo de jóvenes, que se alejaba riendo y burlándose de los casilleros. Merlín observó como se alejaban, y así el se acercó a el casillero vandalizado, escuchando algo dentro de él.

Al abrirlo, encontró a su hermano menor, Pericles. El pobre niño estaba amordazado, con una manzana roja en la boca, ahogando sus lloriqueo.

Pericles se calmo ligeramente, tras ver a su hermano mayor, luego cayó fuera del casillero, a lo que Merlín esquivo, sin despegar su mirada de su hermano menor.

Merlín se arrodilló junto a Pericles, y retiro la manzana de su boca.

━━Quiero nombres. ━━ Merlín exigió, mirandolo con una pesada seriedad.

━━Es que no vi quienes eran, te lo juro. ━━Pericles explico, lloriqueando. ━━paso muy rápido-.

━━Pericles, los sentimientos debilitan. ━━Merlín lo interrumpió, mientras sus largos dedos se movían hábilmente para desatar a su hermano. ━━es mejor que te controles. ¡Ahora!

Antes de exigirle otra vez, Merlin toco una mano de Pericles, y su cabeza dio un latigazo hacia atrás, sintiendo un escalofrío azotarlo con fuerza.

Merlín comenzó a ver como los adolescentes de hace unos minutos, sujetando injustamente a Pericles, amordazandolo y abandonandolo en el casillero. Todo mientras se reían y burlaban de él.

Merlín bajo su cabeza bruscamente, sintiéndose momentáneamente confundida y abrumado. Merlín dirigió su mirada a Pericles, que lo miraba preocupado, sin saber que había pasado con el mayor.

❝ No le voy a confesar a mi hermano que recientemente he sido invadido por visiones ❞

Merlín tenía la respiración agitada, haciendo lo posible por regularla, aun sin despegar su mirada de Pericles.

❝ Llegan sin avisar. Son como terapia de electrochoques, pero sin la satisfactoria sensación de ardor ❞

━━Déjamelo a mi. ━━Ordenó, para después levantarse y empezar a caminar.

Pericles levantó un poco la cabeza. Sintiéndose un poco curioso y temeroso, lo detuvo.

━━¿Merlín? ━━El Addams mayos se detiene y se giro a mirarlo. ━━¿qué vas a hacer?

━━Lo que se hacer mejor.

Dicho eso, Merlin dejo a su hermano y emprendió su camino la alberca de la escuela, sosteniendo un par de bolsas con un contenido sospechosos.

Merlín camino con calma, subiendo las escaleras, dejando que la luz iluminará su oscuro ser, llamando la atención de el grupo.

━━Oye Dalton, mira. ━━Un chico señaló, haciendo que todos mirara a Merlín. ━━es el hermano de Pericles.

Merlín los miraba, si bien su rostro permanecía estoico y sereno, sus ojos oscuros tenían un brillo intenso, con una mezcla de enojo y asco.

━━Oye freak, es una práctica privada. ━━Dalton le grito, riendo y haciendo reír a sus amigos.

━━La única persona que puede torturar a mi hermano soy yo. ━━Dijo sin apartar el contacto visual con él.

Merlín alzó sus brazos, dejando ver el contenido de sus bolsas, llenas de agua y pirañas. Al ver a las criaturas, las sonrisas se borraron en los rostros de Dalton y sus amigos. Que rápidamente nadaron hacia la orilla.

Merlín sostuvo la mirada, para después mirar hacia la alberca, soltar las bolsas, y ver como las pirañas eran liberadas de su prisión plástica.

Mientras veía a Dalton nadar con desesperación, y a las pirañas cada vez más cerca de él, una sonrisa lunática y satisfactoria lentamente apareció en su rostro. También venía acompañada se una risa silenciosa, qué apareció cuando Dalton grito de dolor y las aguas se pintaron de rojo.

⿴⃟ 〮❪ ❀ ❜⏜ #𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓｡｡｡ ❪ ☑ ❫

⿴⃟ 〮❪ ❀ ❜⏜ #𝐏𝐑𝐎́𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐎｡｡｡ ❪ ☑ ❫

⿻❀ᭂ྄┇𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢́𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐨 𝟎𝟏｡𝟎𝟏 ɞ˚⌇⸙͎｡｡｡ ❪ ☐ ❫

━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐑 ━━━━━━━━━━

#Genderbend #male! Wednesday Addams #male! Wednesday Addams x Original Character #oc insert #oc witch #female oc #Fanfiction #Fanfiction in Spanish

[scarlett--blood]

⸙ꦽ❛ ¡ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐎 ! ╌❀ꦿ͙❟ ↷

⸙ꦽ❛ STRANGE NIGHTMARES;; ¡ Las raras visiones que atormentan los sueños de una joven bruja ! ╌❀ꦿ͙❟

➤ Fecha de Publicación: ❛ 24 ❀ 02 ❀ 2024 ❜｡

✧「 ❝ ¡ Advertencia ❀ mensiones de sangre, uso de lenguaje soez ! ❞ 」✧

━━━━━━━ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀 ━━━━━━━

━━━━━ ❀ ¡ 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄 ! ❀ ━━━━━

Desolado y tétricamente iluminado. Un tormentoso viento la golpeaba por distintas direcciones, empujando a la chica pelirroja bruscamente. Caminando con dificultad, usando sus brazos para proteger su rostro.

Mirando a sus alrededor, intentado encontrar algún lugar qe pudiera identificar. Y lo hizo. A lo lejos pudo divisar un enorme granero, con un grupo de personas vestidas de negro. Los identifico fácilmente como los antiguas fanáticos religiosos. Los Peregrinos.

❝ ¡Quemenlos! ❞

❝ ¡Que ardan en el infierno! ❞

Los escuchó gritar, alzando sus grilletes y antorchas. La joven miraba estupefacta la escena frente a ella. Se acercó lentamente, esquivando a los peregrinos, que aparentemente la ignoraban, y ahí pudo divisarlo.

Un apuesto joven, de cabellos dorados y ojos grises cual tormenta, mirando al líder peregrino con una furia sofocante.

La pelirroja lo miró pasmada, sin saber si era prudente acercarse más al enfrentamiento o no, pero lo hizo. Paso a paso, abriéndose paso entre las personas.

Y justo cuando iba a dar un último paso, la mirada oscurecida del joven se posó en la de ella.

Azul contra gris.

Un cielo diurno despejado, contra un cielo oscuro y nublado.

Las facciones del joven se suavisaron tanto, pasando de una mirada de furia, a una de horror.

Entonces todo avanzo en cámara lenta.

Él corrió hacia ella, empujando al líder peregrino fuera de su camino. Golpeando a más personas con fuerza, apartandolas de su objetivo. Ella pudo verlo gritar un nombre que no pudo distinguir.

❝ ¡Muerte a la maldita bruja! ❞

Los ojos de la joven se abrieron con sorpresa y miedo. Se giro en búsqueda de el propietario de aquella voz. Y cuando lo vio, también vio el hacha que fue lanzada en su dirección, apuntó de clavarse en su rostro.

Mientras sentía el filo del arma tocar su piel, escucho de fondo la voz desesperada del joven, suplicando porque se apartará del camino.

Entonces ella se despertó, ahogando un grito desesperado con su saliva, lo que la obligó a levantarse y a tropezones correr al sanitario, inclinándose sobre el retrete, vomitando bilis.

Aún tosiendo y escupiendo al retrete, un escalofrío recorrió su espina dorsal. Estremeciendose violentamente y orinadose un poco por la abrumadora sensación. Iugh.

Jadeando, se levantó, caminando disgustada hacia la regadera, abriéndole el grifo, haciendo correr el agua. La joven arqueo la espalda, gimiendo ante la frívola sensación del agua acariciando su cuerpo. Extendió su mano hacia el otro grifo, liberando lentamente el agua caliente.

Miró hacia abajo, percatadose que no se había despojado de su ropa, pero eso daba igual ahora, de igual manera tendría que lavar la ropa por la orina.

Levanto la cabeza, dejando que el agua tibia mojara su rostro, sintiendo un poco de alivio. Bajo la cabeza, ahora con el agua bajando hacia su nuca.

La pelirroja abrió sus ojos, aun sintiéndose confundida por la pesadilla vivida. No, no era una simple pesadilla, era algo más que eso. Se sintió tan vivida como para serlo. Era una visión, eso es lo que era.

Sin embargo, ¿qué significaba? ¿por qué había gente fuera de ese granero? Se entendía que eran peregrinos linchando por herejía o brujería. Entonces, ¿por qué se sentía tan personal? Tal vez era por algo más que su propio origen, pero había algo más.

Suspirando, la joven pelirroja comenzó a quitarse las prendas mojadas, dejándolas extendidas en el suelo. Lavando su cuerpo y su boca.

Ahora en su habitación colocándose una nueva muda de ropa y bragas, intentando distraerse de lo visto en aquella vision, pero era imposible, aun había tantas preguntas rondando su cabeza. Necesitaba repuestas y necesitaba saber:

❝ ¿Quién era ese chico? ❞

◖⦅ ¡ ʚ ❀ ɞ ! ⦆◗ ¡ 𝐏 𝐋 𝐀 𝐘 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓 ! ໃꪆ

➤ Lady Gaga ━━ Heavy Metal Lover

➤ Lady Gaga ━━ Monster

➤ Lady Gaga ━━ Bloody Mary

➤ Lady Gaga ━━ Judas

➤ Lady Gaga ━━ Replay

➤ DPR IAN ━━ Don't Go Insane

➤ LSD (ft. Sia, Diplo, Labrinth) ━━ Genius

➤ Isabel LaRosa ━━Eyes Don't Lie

➤ Grace ft G-eazy ━━ You Don't Own Me

➤ The Weeknd ━━ House of Balloons (first part only)

➤ The Weeknd, Lily Rose Depp & Ramsey ━━ Fill the Void

➤ The Weeknd ━━ As You Are

➤ The Weeknd ━━ Acquainted

➤ The Weeknd ━━ Nothing Without You

➤ Tommee Profitt (ft. brooke) ━━ Can’t Help Falling In Love

➤ 2WEI ━━ Toxic

➤ J2 ━━ Crazy in Love

➤ Fleurie ━━ Love and War

➤ Lana Del Rey ━━ Ultraviolence

➤ Lana del Rey ━━ Art Deco

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#Genderbend #male! Wednesday Addams #male! Wednesday Addams x Original Character #oc insert #oc witch #female oc #Fanfiction #Fanfiction in Spanish

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⸙ꦽ❛ ¡ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎́𝐍 ! ╌❀ꦿ͙❟ ↷

⸙ꦽ❛ A LITTLE DEATH;; ¡ Los nuevos Reyes de Nevermore, el Rey Gótico y la Reina Escarlata ! ╌❀ꦿ͙❟

━━━ ❍ ❝ ¡ SINOPSIS;; Mientras asiste a la Academia Nevermore, Merlin Addams intenta dominar su incipiente habilidad psíquica, conquistar el corazón de una joven bruja, frustrar una ola de asesinatos y resolver el misterio que involucró a sus padres 25 años atrás ! ❞ ೃೋ

➤ Fecha de Publicación: ❛ 06 ❀ 02 ❀ 2024 ❜｡

❲︵︵ ❝⦅ ¡ 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ! ⦆❞ ︶︶❳

❲︵〘 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢́𝐧 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬 ❀ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐲 〙❛⦅ ¡ (𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫) ❀ (𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫) ! ⦆❜ ︶❳

❲︵︵ ❝⦅ ¡ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 ! ⦆❞ ︶︶❳

❲︵〘 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐬 〙❛⦅ ¡ Este Fanfiction es de mi propiedad, su copia o adaptación esta prohibido. Salvo que se les dé el consentimiento debido, y se den los créditos correspondientes ! ⦆❜ ︶❳

❲︵︵ ❝⦅ ¡ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 ! ⦆❞ ︶︶❳

❲︵〘 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝 〙❛⦅ ¡ Los personajes originales que aparecen son de mi propiedad. La serie de Wednesday no es de mi propiedad ! ⦆❜ ︶❳

❲︵︵ ❝⦅ ¡ 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ! ⦆❞ ︶︶❳

❲︵〘 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐬 〙❛⦅ ¡ Este fanfiction contendra escenas con descripciones de violencia, sexualidad, lenguaje soez y mención a diferentes sustancias ilícitas ! ⦆❜ ︶❳

❲︵〘 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭/𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 〙❛⦅ ¡ Escenas de sexo explícito, menciones de fetiches y parafilias ! ⦆❜ ︶❳

❲︵〘 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐚 〙❛⦅ ¡ Escenas de sexo implícito, mayormente los personajes harán mensionó de haber tenido relaciones sexuales, escenas de coqueteo de naturaleza sexual y toques o caricias consensuadas subidas de tono ! ⦆❜ ︶❳

❲︵〘 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞 〙❛⦅ ¡ Escenas de violencia visceral y brutalidad, y rudeza psicológica. También se incluyen diferentes tipos de abusos y agresiones ! ⦆❜ ︶❳

❲︵〘 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 〙❛⦅ ¡ Escenas de tensión y angustia, desde lo más simple como una ruptura, hasta las experiencias más incómodas como el abuso ! ⦆❜ ︶❳

❲︵〘 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐬 〙❛⦅ ¡ Escenas donde los personajes consumen algún tipo de sustancia ilícita, bebida alcohólica y otras otras sustancias ilegales y potencialmente peligrosas para el ser humano. Incluye, a su vez, la mensionó de haber consumido estas sustancias y compra de estas ! ⦆❜ ︶❳

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#genderbend #male! wednesday addams #male! Wednesday Addams x Original Character #oc insert #oc witch #female oc #fanfiction #Fanfiction in Spanish

[maryannecrimsworth]

Little Spider Show

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Guide for tormented hearts

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Selective mute Reader

Warnings: anxiety crisis; another bullying(I mean, revenge) scene;

Summary: You are not the one who forgets. Not when they called you worthless for no reason and made you vomit in the middle of the hallway. So as soon as you woke up and your brother unlocked your cell, you knew exactly how to take revenge. Your plan was going to work perfectly — until Wednesday sat beside you. But you had no idea that her plan would be so much better than yours.

Hank was staring directly at you when you sat up inside the cage. You were still dirty and wearing Nevermore’s uniform, but you felt great. Your head was light and your eyes moved softly, none of it hurt nor ached. Even your jaw and teeth, which used to be sore every time you woke up, did not hurt at all. Seriously, you were smiling before you met your brother’s gaze.

"Good morning." His voice was low. Too low. Hank has gotten tired of asking how your night was and how you were feeling, so he always remained in silence as he unlocked your cage. Was it a good night or bad one? "Are you going to school today?" His tone was soft. So soft. Hank only spoke like this with students and fragile people. He wouldn't speak with you like that. Unless the night was terrible.

"Yes. " Your throat was dry and your voice was hoarse but you kept going. "Are you not?"

There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair was messier than usual. Hank walked away from you, pacing loudly and slowly around the room while his hands ran through his hair frantically. "I know about yesterday." You swore a hairball fell from his head. "I will talk with these girls and I—"

"Wow, Enid really deserves the 'gossip queen' title, doesn't she?" You walked over your closet. "It's alright, Han, we know this would happen sooner or later."

"No!" He retorted. "No, none of it is supposed to happen. I promised you that I would keep you safe and—"

"We are fucked up, Hank." You turned towards him with your clothes in your hands. "We are odd and devilish and there will always be these stupid people to bother us." Hank swallowed dryly because of your words, guilt heavily falling upon his shoulder. "And it's fine by me. I'm safe. I like Nevermore." You smiled at him. "Don't get involved, please. I can handle it." They would pay for it, you thought, but your kind smile did fool Hank. 

"Okay." He sighed. "Okay, go take a bath and brush your teeth. We're having coffee at the Weathervane."

X

“What is it?” You asked as Hank delivered you a hot mug. The liquid was light brown with a bit of cream on top of it — this was not your order. You're supposed to drink milk, pure milk, as you have done your whole life.

“Latte.” you snorted and pushed the mug away. “What?”

“Mama said I can’t have coffee.”

“Mama can rot in hell, Y/N.” His dark voice startled you. “Sorry. Look, she never wanted you to have coffee because you are more useful asleep. You were more useful.” You could see Hank scolding himself internally. “Try it. I’m sure you’re going to like it.” Hank winked and you said nothing. “It will help you to stay awake longer.” 

This argument was enough to make you grab the mug and drink it all at once. Your whole face turned red as some of the boiling liquid ran out of your lips.

“I burned myself.” You whined, painting and cleaning your mouth with your sleeve. 

“Of course you did.” Hank pulled your ear. “You moron.”

X

The morning went on without much problem. You could swear someone roared behind your back but, as always, your focus remained on the teacher speaking, not on your incredibly pleasant classmates. The Biology and Chemistry classes passed smoothly: you held your pen with one hand and your notebook with the other, writing diligently so as not to raise any worries from your teacher. But, your notes had nothing to do with the words on the black board — you were writing down all the items you needed for your plan, not caring much about the ionic bonds and mammals. 

Until the lunch break, you needed to gather, somehow, a ipecac leaf and find a plant dehydrator. You figured you might have luck if you took a trip to the greenhouse, even though your brother had forbidden you to go there. Well, the worst that could happen to you was another pull on your ear — so you decided: you would go to the greenhouse, you only needed to wait for the bell to ring again and then sneak out the class. 

You smiled to yourself and closed your notebook when a pair of eyes made your skin burn. You lifted your head and looked at the teacher. 

“Our next exam is going to be a pair research.” He said, probably not for the first time. “Are you comfortable with your pairing?” His eyes dropped to the figure sitting beside you. You followed the teacher’s gaze and — you held your breath instinctively — Wednesday Addams was staring at you this whole time. Why haven't you been left alone this time? You had been released from pair work from the very first day. And it was just a research paper, you saw the topic written on the board, you could do it all by yourself and— wait, why wasn't Wednesday blinking?

“Be careful what you wish for, Mr. Torres. The mad scientist and her little helper puppy can become the duo of your nightmares!” The class laughed because of that same shrill voice of yesterday. So…you supposed you were the puppy? 

What was this girl's obsession with calling you a dog? It was your brother who trained werewolves! 

“A mad scientist usually has a monster at their disposal.” A cold voice struck back and everyone turned to its owner. Of course Wednesday wouldn't keep it shut. “I can confirm it.”

Some students squealed and laughed at the expression of fear that made the shrill-voiced girl pale.

“Silence!” Mrs.Torres tried to regain control of the class.“Mrs. L/N?” You tried to look up at the teacher again, but everyone’s gaze was on you. The laughter did not stop and the whispers grew louder as Wednesday kept sitting gracefully by your side. She was all that: confident, scary and strong-minded — while you could not even force yourself to answer the teacher. An expectant silence dominated the room as the professor's eyes remained on you. “Are…you…comfortable…with…your…pairing?” He asked ridiculously slower, as if you had some kind of retardation or deafness. Now the entire class looked at you as if you indeed had it. Even Wednesday’s gaze got bewildered as your sweat started to drop on your desk. 

Of course I’m not comfortable, I am never comfortable with these purple-dressed teenagers around me.  

You tried to swallow the knot that came up in your throat, but the movement made you cough instantly. Your mouth and throat were so dry that a painful itch spread all over your neck and you weren’t able to breathe anymore. Your whole body was shaken by the coughing as you covered your lips and sprinted out the room. 

You heard loud laughs while you rushed down the hallway, looking for the nearest toilet with the air being violently expelled from your lungs. Your abdomen and chest were already shaking with spasms by the time you broke into the restroom and sank your head into the sink. You turned on the tap and drank the water in quick sips, guiding the water to your lips with your hands. 

Your face and vest were already soaked when the bell rang loudly through the whole school. Fuck. The lunch break. You lost the opportunity, you couldn't make it to the greenhouse. Your plan was ruined. No one was going to take revenge today. Perhaps it really was a dish that should be served cold.

“L/N.” Speaking in coldness, guess who followed you. Your cheeks were still wet as you turned to Wednesday. In fact, you didn't want to, but she keeps coming up beside you and you can't stop yourself from turning around. “You ruined my message.”

Oh, fuck you. And you ruined my plan, so we’re even. What about it?

You stomped over the door and tried to close it. 

“This is the female restroom.” She noted, her fist closed around the knob as your hand pushed the knob on the other side. You tried to slam the door one more time, but she held it open. “It is you who should leave.” So you did. You wriggled out of the doorway, without even touching Wednesday's uniform, and stepped back into the hallway. 

The hallway now full of students heading to the canteen, talking and laughing and walking together in these huge packs of purple people. Someone stepped on your foot as you tried to control your breathing. It didn’t even hurt, but you walked back in reflex and your back hitted someone. It hitted Wednesday. 

"Follow me." She said after unseaming the small crease you made in her skirt. 

She paced determinedly down the hall and you followed, soon reaching the quad full of students. Curiously, she stopped and stood at a distance from the tables and the water fountain. Silence filled the space between you and you found yourself obliged to analyze her face after explanations. Her eyes wandered precisely through the quad, following a moving-target as a twist took over her lips. A smirk?

A loud scream made you look away: and then you saw. Oh, what a beautiful image you saw! The shrill-voiced girl was screaming for her life in the middle of the courtyard. A dozen spiders emerged from her plate and were now crawling up her chest and face. None of her slaps and screams stopped the arachnids from stepping over her skin. Now, all eyes were on her and everyone within thirty feet could hear her screams for help. 

Your plan might have been ruined, but Wednesday’s plan was way more satisfying.

You laughed delightedly as the girl squirmed on the floor, a loud, husky laugh coming from your lips that made Wednesday's little smile grow. She watched you attentively as your eyes gleamed because of the scene in front of you.

You were having the time of your life before a voice emerged from behind.

“Y/N.” 

It was Hank. Fuck.

X

“You’re walking on thin ice with the principal, Wednesday.” Hank said from behind his desk, his hands sunk into the wood. “You've already been suspended once, and I’m not sure if you will get away with this little spider show of yours.” Hank stared down at her, who was sitting beside his brother with her typically straight posture. Her hands were on her lap and her knees were knit together, her chin up in defiance. And you were mirroring her posture without even noticing. Hank tried to not gasp at you as he went on. “What was that for, after all?”

“They’ve ruined our correspondence.” She told him coldly. “Now I’m late.”

It was a weird deal they had. Like, Wednesday would only go to Jericho with Hank or then driving his moto. They also shared these secret, encrypted notes in the meantime. Was it a mystery solving competition? And she was now late with the riddles? It sounded like something Hank would do to keep a friend out of trouble. He used to do it with you. 

"Bullshit. You avenged Y/N, didn’t you?” Wednesday shifted slightly on her seat because of Hank’s words. “We’ve talked about this, corbeau, you can’t keep righting wrongs around here.”

Corbeau? Was she a raven? A psychic? Is that why Hank always grits his teeth around her? His curse gets worse around psychics. 

“Then you should perform your function properly and take care of these miserable beings.” You looked at her with widened eyes. “They’re bothering your brother and you did nothing.” Why was she bothered about it? She doesn't even know you. 

“You exhaust me, Wednesday.” Hank sighed, with his slumped shoulders and slow hand gestures accepting the defeat. So…they were friends? Hank has never lost an argument so quickly. 

“Did you know about it, Y/N?” After almost an hour scolding the Addams, he finally turned to you. “Did you plan out this thing together?” 

You shook your head and Hank frowned. Yes, you answered, and you could feel Wednesday's eyes on you. 

You were lying, of course — you had no idea about what she intended to do nor why she did it — but you adored it and you wouldn’t let her be penalized alone.

“So it's decided!” Hank did not seem happy. “You two will assist the school clubs for the next two weeks.” It didn’t sound bad. “And apologize.” Now it sounded horrible.

Wednesday fought back again and their discussion restarted. You didn’t really pay attention to what they were saying — you knew your brother wouldn’t go back. So your fingers went down your jacket as well as your eyes, and you began to twist the buttons of your clothes as the discussion dragged on for another half hour. 

A thud then came from the door behind you and you noticed Hank was gone. In an impulsive movement, you grabbed a paper and a pencil from your brother’s desk as Wednesday headed to the door. 

She was already leaving when you held out the paper for her. Please, turn around, turn around and look at—

“I—” Your voice got stuck in your throat as your mind ran widely in thoughts. What are you supposed to say? Could you say anything to her? What if you got it all wrong and she still wanted to kill you? Did she want to kill you in the first place?

Thankfully, your stutter was enough to make her turn her face toward you and see the paper in your hand. This time, you delivered the message without being crushed or wet.

Your note only said:

'Thank you.'

Then you ran away.

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[maryannecrimsworth]

I'm already in Nether

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Guide for tormented hearts

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Selective mute reader

Warnings: mention of past trauma; Alp's powers; angst and disturbing poems; animal dead body

Summary: You're an Alp, the night elf of nightmares — you attacked Wednesday, and before running back home, you left a book at her door. A book about you it, the Alp. And Wednesday found a message from you between the pages.

Some reader's characteristics: R has anxiety disorder, selective mutism, and is a really unique type of outcast. Reader's background it's derived from my Wednesday fic, The Hunt.

More details of Hank background and his partnership with Wednesday here.

You're already in hell.

That's what it feels like, waking up in a skin that isn't yours, seeing through eyes that don't belong to you, living memories you haven't created — it all comes to you when you wake up, and this time wasn't different. 

After sprinting away from Wednesday's bedroom, your whole body ached as your mind burned. The flashes of what you saw rotted within your brain and your chest tightened with a feeling which was not yours. It was Wednesday's. 

The disgust of her boyfriend's lips, the anger and wrath within her mind — everything the Alp could use of her unconsciousness to torture her conscious self — and you felt the Alp's pleasure for it. Its laughter and happiness before the Addams opened her eyes. It did not please you — the feeling twisted your stomach everytime — but its feeling was there. It was there, inside you, somehow, and anguish crawled over your skin as you walked back home. 

Hank begged you not to do it, but you did: you left the book in the hallway and walked home on foot. 

The soles of your feet bruised from the repeated contact with the concrete, and your body shivered from the cold wind, but you felt nothing.

You didn't feel your own fingernails scratching your skin or the sweat dripping from your forehead, despite the cold weather.  

You felt nothing but disgust for yourself. 

X

"I need to talk to you." Hank broke into Wednesday’s room without knocking. He knew she would be there alone: saving herself from the teenagers' links and boring classes of the day. "I have been told that—"

"I'm already going to meet your brother." Wednesday told him, barely moving from her desk. "There's no need for negotiation."

"What?" Hank almost shouted. "Look, if you need a trade to meet my brother, you better stay away from him." Hank's eyes flashed with a blue light for a moment. "No, I came here to warn you. I have bad news."

"Spill it."

"Vincent Thorpe has been released from jail." Wednesday finally turned to him. "Considered innocent by the court."

"Not possible, we handed conclusive evidence to the police." Wednesday retorted. 

"All circumstantial. With Thornhill and the sheriff's wife gone, there is no relevant victim. Only Tyler could have testified but…" 

"He didn't." Wednesday muttered. "What about the Peterson's death?"

"The police told the media he was a hero and swept the whole investigation under the rug.."

"I know what I saw."

"I know you did.' Hank sighed. "But Vincent knows what we’ve done and I bet he hates us even more."

"He’s harmless now." Wednesday walked over her desk, her eyes falling down once again to the journal opened on the table. "His reputation has been completely destroyed."

"Which means he has nothing left to lose." Hank gritted his teeth and walked back to the door. "Be careful."

He was about to close it and leave when Wednesday's cold voice reached him one last time. 

"Where is Y/N?" She asked. 

"Home.” And Hank closed the door. 

Wednesday waited for the sound of his footsteps to go further down the hallway, returning to her reading once she was sure the advisor had left Ophelia Hall. 

The words echoed inside her mind as she read the poem again: the same handwriting that quoted Ovid yesterday showed itself with more complex, more hasty words in the folded paper in the middle of the mythology book. It was Y/N’s, Wednesday knew, but the words made no sense: the rhymes and dialogues held a meaning that the Addams’ didn’t quite understand. 

She read it again: 

Its fingers tickers my skull

Its fangs, its eyes, its teeth — my ghoul

"Obey and bow" It screams

"I'm you whole, the bane of your soul"

Which soul? I'm lone and torn

A scarred husk, outer and sore

My mind is it

The images flashing from its

devilish trickery remains within, filling

I'm haunted for its urge against the living

I see through its eyes, tripping

our minds linked together 

I can't escape it forever

I know: we belong together I have no blether

I'm already in Nether

“Nether” in mythology, represents hell, the place evil spirits go to burn for eternity; in reality, it’s a place lower than the superface, below the ground, where the dead are buried — either way, it represents the end, a miserable and hideous outcome, the path no sane person wants to tread, and you claimed you were already in it, in hell. 

Was it all because of the Alp? Does your “ghoul” talk to you? Did you choose to invade her mind? Why was your poem between the pages of the description of your deepest secret?

Wednesday stood up and stormed out her room, your book in her hands as she headed to Jericho, to your house, to you.

Wednesday managed to capture the keys to Hank's motorcycle in minutes: as she made her way through the crowded halls of the school, attracting eyes again by the absence of the black uniform around her body, Thing invaded and fled from your brother's office silently. 

Thing handed the key to his cousin and jumped on the back of the moto, but Wednesday pushed him away with a gesture. She started the engine and left Thing behind, driving quickly to the small house on the verge of Nevermore territory. 

During the nights of the full moon, when your brother went into the woods to train with the werewolves, it was possible to hear the howls and grunts of the packs. Locked inside your glass cell, you would stay up all night with books around you until Hank returned. 

This night, even though it was not a full moon, wasn’t different: as soon as you returned home, when the sun was already rising, you locked all the entrances and exits of your dwelling and then locked yourself in your bedroom. You weren't going to leave the place until Hank was there, no matter what: no matter what was going to happen at school the next day, or what Wednesday was going to think about you.

Now, all you could worry about was the images and whispers stuck in your head — "I love you, cara mia." the deep voice repeated itself, making you want to vomit. Then, you saw Enid, Eugene and Hank, chained to the ground, utterly motionless a few moments before the kiss. 

You knew the reason behind the kiss: you could hear the Alp giggling when it happened, you knew how much it hurted Wednesday. Being kissed again by the boy who fooled her — the one who almost defeated her — who became involved with her by a mere revenge plan, you saw the scars in her unconscious almost as clearly as the Alp did. 

You got inside her mind and saw everything — just like the Alp did. You could not stop it nor hold the memories back — the nightmares your own ghoul created used to come back in the mornings to haunt you, their images and sounds echoing within your mind as if the awful dream were your own. 

The only way to put all them out — the feeling of Tyler’s lips, the sounds of the rattling chains, the Alp’s laughter — is to write. That’s why you grabbed your journal from your cell’s floor — it was your seventh notebook so far — and started to write the whole nightmare down: its taste, its sounds, its smell, its pain. 

You were finishing the third page when a sequence of low thuds came from behind you. 

“Hank, you got it all wrong.” Your voice startled her at first. Looking at your back, Wednesday watched you sitting in front of her, she was standing in the doorway while you sat on the floor, left arm and head so bent that your spine was curved like a shell. The papers were spread in a spiral pattern around you, following almost the same extraordinary and painful curve as your posture. You looked natural, sitting in the middle of the room, with a glass cage near you and shelves full of books and notebooks all over the walls. You didn't even have a bed, only a desk and a chair next to your cell. “Mama did not come back for us” You went on, and Wednesday had to focus on the movement of your jaw and neck to believe that this was your voice: your tone was so hoarse, so low, so sharp — it did not fit you. “And I know why. I figured the—” Your voice stopped the moment your eyes rose minimally, only enough to glimpse that the shoes near your face did not belong to Hank. 

You stood up abruptly and your foot slipped on a paper, your body stooping and almost falling while your eyes were locked on Wednesday’s. 

The pencil fell from your hand before the words you were writing — the words about her — were lost again among your thoughts.

“I've come to return your book.” She stepped forward. “And your poem.”

Half of you wanted to run away, and your other half wanted to step closer, but you stood still, froze. 

“Were you in control all along?” You shook your head vehemently, soon grabbing your pencil and a paper from the ground. 

I can only watch, you wrote, handing the note to Wednesday and moving away immediately. You paced fastly over your room, jumping over the spread papers and skillfully grabbing a notebook from a high shelf. You’re already back in front of her by the time she read your note and poem one more time.

“The Alp communicates with you.” She whispered as you replaced the papers on her hands with your notebook. “You can see the nightmares it creates.”

Like a hellish haunting.

You signed to Wednesday to open the notebook but her eyes remained on something above your left hand. 

“Hank hasn’t healed you.” She stated, as if to force you to acknowledge the sling that was on your own shoulder. “Why?”

You swallowed dryly, not moving a finger nor eyebrow to reply to her.

"If you were not in control, if you can only observe, why didn't you deny it? Why didn't you defend yourself last night?" She stepped forward again, too close for you to look away from her now. “If you are not guilty, why have you not been healed?”

You took the notebook back and headed for your desk, her voice growing at your back “I could have killed you.” You used the table as a support to open the notebook and flip to the pages you wanted. “I nearly did.” Wednesday’s eyes glanced at your sling one last time before you held out the notebook for her. 

She read your writing: 

Her fingers under my skin

as she pulls off my clothes

her grip surrounding my nape,

as the cold steel brushes my wrists

"Make Mama Happy"

she whispers in my ear

"You're mine, my Hyde"

So I make stride: I go after her, for my life

lying and kissing for one more day untied

the warm skin squirming around my nails, my claws

the hot blood splits in my face and I brawl

I laugh and I cry

I scream and I thrive

Which one took over me this time?

“Is this—” Wednesday raised her eyes to you just in time to see you shaking your head and running off again. “Have you been in Tyler’s head as well?” She followed you around the room while you tried to reach another high shelf. They were not high for Hank, of course, but your entire spine snapped as you reached out to grab another notebook. You cursed beneath your breath before holding the book out to the Addams. This time, she flipped through the pages without your help.

“You write all the nightmares.” She stated, her eyes running over the words on your notebook. “You remember everything.” You nodded slowly. “That’s your living hell.”

And that’s yours. You delivered her another note, a separated paper with confusing sketches and letters. 

But Wednesday stopped reading as soon as she understood what it was about. It was about her.

“You should—” You rushed after a piece of paper before she could finish. “I wrote something.” Her whisper was enough to stop your writing and make you look at her. 

“I…”  Wednesday walked over to you, the paper squeezed between her fingers now being held out for you. “Here.”

You froze again: your eyes noticed the hesitation on Wednesday's face and you turned away. You had already seen into her mind, and in return you showed her part of yours: you needed to show her that it wasn’t your choice. 

It was never your intention to demand any kind of personal or private information from her — not when she was the only person in Nevermore who had tolerated your silence. 

Still, she kept holding the paper until the doubt left her features and you gathered the strength to read it. 

“The word is weightless on my lips, it holds no meaning or purpose, it's simply a useless prototype of feeling, which insists to ascend to my chest. Yet, it lingers in my head, its taste remains in my throat, makes twits in my guts. Neither madness nor death seems like this — it is their most acute opposite.

My path, however, is solitary, a doom for all who dare to seek closeness.

Death awaits at the end of my road.”

You smiled as soon as you finished reading her writing, and wrote your reply right below her text. Wednesday frowned as you handed the paper back to her: “God himself helps those who dares.”

Your laughter increased as a surprised expression came over her face — the curling of her lips and widening of her eyes was minimal, but you had grown accustomed to paying attention to the Addams' every feature.

She had walked over to the desk to write a reply when a sound came from outside the room.

You frowned as Wednesday lifted her head toward the doorway. You put your forefinger in front of your lips and gestured to her, then followed the sound's origin with her by your side.

It didn't take long for you to cross the hallway and reach the living room. Your eyes were drawn to the light streaming through the curtain, which was now swinging out of the broken window. 

Under the shattered glass, a corpse was bleeding on the carpet: a dead dog, its belly open, spilling its guts all over the floor.

Your hands went up to your nose and you held your breath as Wednesday examined the animal.

You knew that smell.

It reminded you of home.

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[maryannecrimsworth]

What you are

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Guide for tormented hearts

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Selective mute reader

Warnings: stabbing, violence; angst scenes; folklore monster descripition; beware of the elf's picture annexed to the last words of the chapter.

Summary: The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Wednesday Addams. You were getting used to it — you had spent the last week with her because of her vindictive prank — but not like this. Not with her eyes so furious and her knife in your skin. Then you understood: she discovered what you are.

Some reader's characteristics: R has anxiety disorder, selective mutism, and is a really unique type of outcast. Reader's background it's derived from my Wednesday fic, The Hunt.

One week. It's been a week since you started spending all your time after class with Wednesday. 

At first, Hank sent you to assist the choir with their instruments – which resulted in an exchange of sharp words between Wednesday and a black mermaid, but everything was fine. You charged yourself with carrying the keyboard and its tripod, without talking to anyone – especially no scales. A primitive part of your brain told you to run away whenever you approached a siren. It was unknown what a mermaid could possibly do with just her singing, and it scared you. What if she asked you to speak? Or then reply to her properly? And then you would go on, rambling without any control or rational thinking. It sounded like a nightmare.

The next day, the advisor — your brother —  told you to clean up the mess in the lupin cage. You wondered how it was possible for teenagers to shed so much fur — and then you two were sent to the hive. Wednesday was part of this club, the Hummers. And even though Eugene was excited about having a possible new member – you couldn't say no to him – Wednesday didn't say a word to you. 

Other than the obligatory and polite greetings of "hello" and "bye", which you responded to with a nod and a shy smile, she didn't ask you any questions. No comments, no words coming from her. Nothing that could make you have another coughing fit and rush to the nearest bathroom.

She even told Eugene to leave you alone after he started begging to know your favorite kind of honey and you immediately blushed and backed off. You had a favorite: eucalyptus honey, even though your mother always made you take the uruçu honey. "It will help you sleep," she used to say.

Eugene left you alone after you finally shook your head and pointed at a jar of honey on a shelf. He ended up giving it to you and you hugged him goodbye. 

The activities, which were actually punishments, were becoming pleasant with Wednesday by your side. Her presence was cold, but calming: she had no need to small talk, and nor did you. The silence was comfortable, fulfilling, almost. It makes you feel good even though your sleeping schedule has been deteriorating exponentially the last few days. 

Hank’s been so insistent in training you — in teaching you to control it — that your sleeping time has been cut to half. Usually, you slept four times a week, five hours tops. Now, you were sleeping twice a week, barely taking a nap. You were not resting, but fighting and gritting your teeth as the marks and dirt in the glass cage increased. If it weren't for the coffee, you wouldn't be up at all. 

You came back from the canteen with another cup in your hand, and for some reason, Wednesday scrunched her nose ever so slightly when she saw you drinking the strained coffee.

"Hank said we need to organize the books." She looked down at the table where your journal and pile of books surrounded your seat. "You seem to have been here for quite a while."

You shook your head and closed your notebook. It was not open when you left the library to get another cup of coffee.

"I've already expunged the lovers from the dark corners in here." Wednesday walked over to a cart to carry the books and marched over to the most cluttered bookshelf of the place. “Let’s start.” 

It was painful how the teenagers cared only about reading magazines, comics and erotic novels — and how they did not have the decency to put them away in the right shelf. Some of them weren’t even on a shelf. What kind of librarian would allow books to be spread all over the floor? Even a kid would do better than this. Wednesday seemed as bothered as you with the state of the library. 

“Someone should dismember the librarian for letting the bookshelves get to such a state.” She said before picking up a book that was clearly thrown up on its shelf. “What kind of laggard mistakes Ovid for a contemporary romanticist?"

You tripped and dropped a book on your foot as soon as you heard her speech. She turned around and saw you picking up the book from the floor in a hurry.

“Have you read Ovid?” She asked, her eyes following your fast and ungraceful movements. You did not answer her: instead, you rushed back to the table and opened your journal. She waited for you to finish writing. 

Your handwriting was hurried, over-spaced, and unexplainably slanted to the left. It was almost like an old, secret lettering of some underground writer.

“In our leisure we reveal what kind of people we are.” You showed her your writing.

Her eyebrows rose before she looked back at you.

"Indeed we do."  Wednesday said and went back to organizing the books as you were left standing there, smiling at her back.

You two have actually found some good books misplaced between magazines and romances. She would occasionally comment on the texts she had read, whether they were good or not, whether the author deserved to be called a writer or not. Wednesday enjoyed most of the same books as you, but you had to choke back a scream when she criticized Emily Dickinson.

How could she not like her?

Wednesday frowned at your exasperated look. “It’s too emotional.” She complained and you recklessly rolled your eyes. Her hard gaze made you regret it instantly. “She bowed to her family's oppression and hid her writings her entire life.” The Addams girl argued. 

Yeah, because she was abused and misunderstood by those who should support her the most!

Wednesday noticed the annoyance which twisted your lips. 

“Then prove me wrong.” Your eyes widened at her words. “Show me her best poem.” 

You smiled at her. Challenge accepted.

X

Wednesday smelled the humidity of the basement before the darkness took form before her eyes. The sound of swinging chains buzzed in her ears, but her wrists and ankles were free. A dim light illuminated a corner of the room, and her gaze immediately followed the shadows moving at distance. 

She quickly recognized the people chained to the ground: Enid, Eugene and Hank. 

They were all unconscious, lying over each other with wounds stained on their skin showing. Enid's face was swollen and bruised, it was impossible to tell if Eugene was breathing or not, and Hank wasn’t healing. Wednesday sprinted in their direction, but her body hit a taller, stronger figure that kept her from reaching them. 

A pair of soft hands held her shoulders, and a sweet voice made her stomach twist.

“I did it all for you, my love.” The figure gained a face as Wednesday's skin began to burn. "Now it's only the two of us." Wednesday tried to move, to run, to rush away from Tyler, but her whole body froze. “I love you, cara mia.” His gentle lips reached hers, but the taste that emerged in her mouth was bitter. 

No — it wasn't real — it couldn't be real. Tyler had been in jail for months: Hank and she made sure of that. He would never come back — they would never come back together. Unless it was a dream. 

A awful bad dream. 

Wednesday fought the feeling of Tyler’s lips against hers and opened her eyes. This time, she wasn’t in the basement, it had no light on, and there was only a figure before her. 

Her gaze froze on the being sat on her chest: she saw the hairy creature gasping at her opened eyes, and then smiling wickedly at her. It was a small and heavy being, with pointy ears, little fangs and vicious, dark eyes which she couldn’t look away. The wickedness and darkness within the orbs watching her created a chill in her spine and a burden in her chest. She tried to move, to push the creature away with a blow, but her body weighed too much. Her chest was too heavy, and her lungs were compressed as the creature kept laughing. Only her eyes moved, and were uncontrollably drawn to the little beast above her. 

She was trying to scream when a punch knocked the creature off of her. Thing fell onto her lap as the monster rolled across the floor, and Wednesday was finally able to move. 

She took her dagger from under her pillow and in one swift movement advanced on the monster. The blade struck one of its arms and the little ghoul ran towards the door, sobbing and sniveling.

Wednesday threw the dagger at it and a grunt came from her right side almost immediately. She turned in a reflex and saw Enid snoring, totally asleep. Then a hiccup came from the door and the little ghoul was no longer there. 

You were. 

The blade was embedded in your shoulder, blood trickled down your clavicle while another cut on your arm soiled your skin. You stumbled and fell backwards to the floor, your head hit the door with a loud thud and your eyes went wide at Wednesday. Her features stiffened and her gaze hardened as she marched toward you.

"How could you?" You didn't retreat in time and her hand closed around your neck. "I will kill you for daring to get inside my head." You choked on her words, her grip becoming tighter around your throat. 

What were you doing in her room? What had you done to her? When did you fall asleep?

A tear fell from your eyes, making her hand loose ever so slightly. She watched the despair and confusion that took over your features and you seized the chance to escape. You pulled her away and grabbed the doorknob, your arm shrinking in pain because of the blade on your shoulder — you grunted and pulled out the dagger, soon stumbling down the hall as she watched you go.

Your blood splattered on her clothes and the salty tear that ran down your face wet her hand. Her whole body shivered as the bitter taste of Tyler — of the nightmare — lingered on her lips. Her breathing continued shallow and rapid as she returned to the bed and sat down, her footsteps created a trail of your blood on the bedroom floor.

She stared at the door — the door you had slammed in utter desperation — and stayed up through the rest of the night.

X

You reached your brother’s office within a few minutes. Hank heard you from the hallway and opened the door before you could knock. He lifted his hand to hold your wrist and push you inside the office. 

“DON’T!” You shouted. “Do not heal me, I deserve this.” You made your way to the office and sat down on the nearest chair. 

“What do you mean? What happened?” Hank followed you and sat by your side, quickly turning his chair in your direction. 

“I…” The tears kept running down your face. “It attacked Wednesday.”

Hank’s face dropped. “How did you let this happen? How did you fall asleep?”

“I don’t know!” You fought back, your voice growing louder, but cracking because of your heavy breathing. “The last thing I remember is reading in the library and then I opened my eyes and her dagger was on my shoulder! I—” You swallowed hard. “It’s over, Hank. I can’t, I messed it all up again, I can’t do it. Wednesday hates me now and soon everyone else will too.” Then you whispered: “She should’ve killed me.”

“Don’t ever say something like that again.” Hank stood up so abruptly that you flinched. You watched him as he unlocked one of his desk’s drawers, grabbed an old book and walked back to you. “Wipe your face, collect yourself, and explain it to her.” He handed you the book, but you didn’t grab it. “You’ll have to do it, sooner or later.” 

“She cannot know.” You sobbed, hugging your own body and shrinking. “She can’t.”

"She's going to figure it out one way or another" He continued holding the book out to you. "Do it."

X

The knock that came from the door did not stop Enid's worried speech.

“What the hell happened?” She eyed the dry blood on the floor and Wednesday’s trembling hands once again. “And do not simply answer ‘Y/N’ again! Tell me what happened.”

Wednesday ignored her roommate and walked over the door.

“We fought.” She opened it and saw only a book in the middle of the hallway. “Y/N is a monster and attacked in the middle of the night.” She picked up the book and her eyes quickly scanned its cover. Her chest was still aching, the slightest movement of her breathing pinched her ribs and heaved her chest since the night before. It felt as if her heart was being pierced, unable to breathe properly.

“What do you mean? What kind of monster?” Enid asked as Wednesday opened the book. “I..I can’t imagine Y/N hurting anyone. Are you sure about it?”

Wednesday’s eyes ran along the marked page and her expression narrowed.

“Wed?” Enid walked over her roommate.

“It’s from Y/N.” Wednesday whispered. “It’s…”

“What does it say?” Enid leaned over the Addams and tried to read the pages. “Which language is that?”

“German.” Wednesday started to translate it. “The ‘elf-pressure’ is when the creature sits astride a sleeper's chest and becomes heavier until the crushing weight awakens the terrified and breathless dreamer. The victim awakes unable to move under the elf's weight.” Enid frowned, and Thing crawled over her shoulder and explained this was exactly what happened to his cousin during the night. “The creature, in many cases, is considered a demon, but there have been some instances in which this elf is created from the spirits or from witchcraft, more akin to a haunting or a bewitchment.”

“I don’t get it.” Enid complained and pointed at the drawing in the book. “How could Y/N do this to you? He doesn’t look like this” Thing signed again and told her: ‘last night, he did.’

“As with the case of werewolves, sometimes a normal human may become this demon during the night. However, they are typically unaware of their nocturnal activities.”

Wednesday closed the book loudly. 

She remembered how scared you felt under her touch, how confused your eyes seemed, so teary and so closer to hers. But you didn’t claim innocence nor deny your responsibility over the creature’s action — no, you seemed guilty and broken. As if a part of your life has been shred apart again, completely destroyed before Wednesday’s eyes, because of her eyes. You were crying and trembling not because of your wounds nor fear, but because she saw who you are. What you are.

A demon, a night elf. 

An Alp.

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[maryannecrimsworth]

A Guide

This post is intended to explain and organize the lore and story of The Hunt and You do need a friend

The Hunt [Ao3]

Pairings(It's actually a gen fic but ok): Tyler Galpin x Xavier Thorpe; Enid Sinclair x OC! Hank Hunter(L/N); Wednesday x her broken-black-heart; Bianca Barclay x Eugene Ottinger

Summary: Tyler lost his master, Tyler decides to go home; and Hank and Wednesday team up to go after him.

Key scenes

Hank Hunter(L/N):

Deal

I'm a monster like yourself (x Tyler Galpin scene; first Hankler interaction)

Anaana (This part's VERY important for the context of You do need a friend)

Toxic pack mentality

Tyler Galpin x Xavier Thorpe:

Summary

In the Woods

Does he know about us?

Author's note: This story revolves around Hank and Tyler's mother's past; Y/N(Timmy, Hank's younger brother) is introduced late in the chapters, which leads us to You do need a friend.

Extra tags: original demon character; inuit character; inuit mythology; inuit demon(Kigatilik)

You do need a friend

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x Selective Mute! Night-elf! Reader; Tyler Galpin x OC! Hank Hunter(L/N)

Summary: You escaped. You ran away from your family, your brother saved you. It was perfect, calm, unlike anything you had ever experienced: you were in Nevermore, nobody really minded you. Your brother, Hank, was the sociable one, and you couldn't be more grateful to him. Until he forced you to meet his goth friend.

Part 1 / Part 2 --- Wednesday revenges you

Part 3 / Part 4 --- She discovers what you are

Part 5 / Part 6 --- Her stalker is now after you, and Wednesday won't let them escape again

Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 --- The nightmares are back; you're being haunted again. And now Wednesday is too.

Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 --- Your past has finally reached you, but Wednesday will not let it take you away (from her)

Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 --- You thought that this was the end: you had lost. You were left behind, and not even Wednesday could save you now. You were back to your family, your escape failed once again; until the Addams show up in town.

Author's note: Both the Lycanthropy Camps, and the L/N family will be developed in this series, along with the reader and Wednesday. I'll write further explanations, one-shots and headcanons if ever requested. (It's not fluff-centered but I can do extra scenes if someone wants)

Extra tags: angst; terror; mystery; german folklore; german demon(Alp); german language; original poetry; Reader is a rocker, tbh; @wol-fica and @i984 said it's Hankler so Hankler it is.

Headcanons

Wednesday Addams x OC! Hank Hunter (L/N)

Wednesday Addams x Selective Mute! Night-elf! Reader

Enid Sinclair x OC! Hank Hunter(L/N)

Tyler Galpin x OC! Hank Hunter(L/N)

OC! Hank Hunter (L/N) x Selective mute! Night-elf! Reader

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