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Parker's Secret Santa Gifts🎄for @alkivm

ONE NORMAL NIGHT

In the heart of winter and in the dead of night, you and Wednesday share the woods.

fandom: Wednesday (2022) pairing: Wedesnday Addams × Fem!Vampire!Reader a/n: this is my 1st × reader ever so i'm feeling very insecure about it.. however, i wanted to do something up your alley, Alk. i also wanted to write from Wednesday because i knew writing something of Sam would be too predictable of me haha. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

You slid into the partially dark dorm room that held your girlfriend’s strong scent. For someone as dark and mysterious as Wednesday, you never expected her to have a smell that was actually calming. However, this made it easier for you to find her. Being a vampire allowed you the same nose the werewolves had. Maybe even better, in your opinion…

Speaking of werewolves, Enid’s side of the room was the dark side, for once. She must’ve been out with her girl pack. This led you to immediately find Wednesday seated at her desk with a lit lamp as the clicking of the typewriter keys echoed off the walls. Her writing time, you presumed with a small smirk and shake of your head. It was part of her nightly routine.

But you were looking for a night where they could just be with each other. It had snowed all day, but with the dark that you both adored, came clear skies and moonlight that made the snow sparkle. Wednesday, of course, didn’t care for sparkly things, but you hadn’t seen anything more vintage in decades. And you wanted to share that with her.

You wanted one normal night.

She never stopped typing, her black eyes undivided, but there was something about the way her shoulders braced that told you that she knew you were there. So, you approached her, but before you could speak, she did.

“What is it, Y/N?” she asked flatly. “You know this is my—”

“Yes, yes, I know. This is your writing time,” you cut her off as you stopped behind her chair and leaned against it. “I was thinking… maybe we could take a walk through the woods? We’ve been shut indoors all day because of the snowfall, and the moon is rather beautiful tonight.” You heard her give a short huff, which encouraged you to follow up with, “Almost as beautiful as you…”

Wednesday scoffed as she felt you lean down and kiss her cheek. You had just been outside, on your way over, so your lips were cold against her warm skin. It made her pull away slightly, “Oh, please, your pick-up lines are aging on me.” But even she had her own jokes to turn around on you, and she glanced up to tease, “Almost as much as you.”

To be fair, you did not see that coming as you looked away in mock offense. “You've been waiting to spring that one on me, haven’t you?”

She shrugged and went back to her writing, “Not really. You just fell into the trap.”

“Sly psychic,” you rolled your eyes.

“Dumb vampire.”

God, the way she just threw back words in any situation that made her charisma grow had your vampire instincts tingling. It made you frisky and longing for a hunt. However, if Wednesday followed your lead, you could take the thirst just to have one night with her. “Please?” you hated to beg, yet here you were doing it for her. “Can’t you spare one day of cutting your writing time short?”

Your borderline-desperate tone made her give a small smirk, and that gave you a little bit of hope. You had other plans for that night anyway, so you would make sure she’d show her side of the duality you had gotten the pleasure to know.

“Let me finish this paragraph,” she eventually gave in.

You let her do so without trouble, pacing around the room like a caged tiger while you waited. And then she stood up from her chair and turned around to catch you looking at her.

“You’ve got the patience of a saint.” The sarcasm was thick in her flat tone.

You just shrugged and nodded to the tunic-length jacket that was lying on her bed, “That should be warm enough for you.”

The raven gave you an uncertain look as she went to retrieve it and slip it on. “Sometimes, I think you forget that I’m not a vampire,” she commented, clearly not convinced one jacket would keep her warm in the snowy wilderness.

“Never,” you assured her. When she turned around and approached you with her dark eyes trying to figure out the million thoughts behind your glowing ones, you gave her a wink. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll keep you warm.”

She didn’t look convinced. “I’m thrilled.” Then again, she never did.

You never took that personally from her. After all, she was the one to insinuate a relationship that was more than friends. She had even stolen the first kiss between you two. As uninterested as she tried to seem, you knew she was curious about what you had in mind. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have followed you out.

The bitter cold of the winter night suited you just fine as you stepped out of the heated indoors and shook your head out to relish the chilly freedom. You sighed in delight, before looking over your shoulder to see Wednesday pacing up next to you.

She blinked unsteadily, the breeze stinging her eyes and cheeks as her bangs were swept aside. She crossed her arms and hugged them against her chest. “It had to be tonight?”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, come on, Wednesday, it’s not that bad!” You gave her a playful nudge. “You just need to get that warm blood pumping,” you then teased, your breed leaving you immune to the freeze.

She just growled in annoyance, which made you decide to take the first step—well, more like the second step now… “So, try and keep up,” you told her, then raced away into the woods.

It must have caught her off-guard, because she immediately followed hot in pursuit. “Y/N!” It was like she hadn’t even thought about the fact that she was rushing into a game of Tag, like it was a mindless effort that sent her after you.

Her calls made you run faster, weaving through the trees like a trained dog in agility, and you let out a triumphant howl that sent the crows scattering into the night sky. In return, you actually got a few calls back from the werewolves scouting the forest as well. “Hey, Wednesday!” you hollered over your shoulder, “you think one of those is your roommate?!”

You could hear your girlfriend’s panting grow louder as she flanked you a few yards back. “No!” she answered, “Enid wouldn’t be caught dead in this kind of cold!”

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?!” Being an Addams gave you so much freedom to joke about death, considering you were already dead inside. It was meant to be.

“Not tonight, Y/N!”

You just laughed and raced on, filing deeper and farther into the world of forestry that almost shielded the moonlight. The wind seemed to be going 100 miles per hour against your skin, making a million scents bathe your tongue every time you breathed in.

And then the scent of fur and fresh-kill caught your senses. You were gaining too close to the werewolves, so you figured this was a good place to stop.

Wednesday, on the other hand, didn’t have as keen a sense of smell, which kept her racing on. She couldn’t see you anymore, but she had done that dance before. The amount of times she’d run through this very forest was unimaginable, especially with a destination known or unknown in mind. She wasn’t afraid of running through the dark; however, the crisp cold air was taking a toll on her lungs. She called out for you, slowing down to catch her breath. “Y/N?!”

Compared to the way she’d sounded a few minutes ago, back at the dorm, she wasn’t so uptight about everything. And that was where you wanted her.

The raven slowed all the way, when she didn’t receive a response from you. She glanced around as she trotted forward. “Y/N?” Her panting was silenced among the breeze and so was your movement in the low branch of the nearest tree.

When she passed it, you grabbed her arm and pulled it towards the trunk. She yelped and spun around, yanking her arm away to look up and meet your golden eyes. “Sorry,” you giggled, releasing her to comb your wind-tossed hair back with one hand.

Her voice went back to its natural, monotoned-self. “Why are you in a tree?”

“We’re too close to the werewolves,” you nearly whispered the explanation. Then, you held your hand out to her. “Come on, I’ll help you up.”

The gold shimmer in your eyes struck the lightest reflection in hers as she took it and let you pull half of her weight up onto the same branch.

You knew she wasn’t the most comfortable person with heights without being guarded by some sort of railing, so you made sure she was steady before you continued to lead the way up. Being a vampire, your agility and strength were reliable. You could weave quicker through the limbs. And once you reached almost ¾-ths of the way up, you crouched to check on your girlfriend.

Despite her size and normal human strength, she actually kept up well, only being a few branches below. However, being the lady vampire you were, you had lived for a few centuries. So, chivalry was definitely not dead in your era, just evolved out of the strictly-male ideals. “Wednesday!” She paused her climbing to glance up at you, which made you hold your hand out to her again. “I got you.” The cold must have been biting at her because she grabbed your hand with no hesitation, and you lifted her up, wrapping one arm around her waist to safely bring her to your level.

She wouldn’t admit it, but the raven was relieved that you had the decency to allow her to be closest to the tree trunk. She glanced down, almost nervously, but left it undetectable as she asked, “Is there any reason why you insist on being so high up?”

“No one can see us from up here.”

She shifted skeptically.

“I thought you liked being uncomfortable,” you smirked. You caught the way she curved her fingers into the bark, threatening to clutch it if the branch that held them teased a crack or two.

Wednesday gave a slightly flustered sigh. “The last time I was in a tree, things didn’t go so well.” When she looked your way again, the moon light dappling through the trees made her eyes show a shade of brown that wasn’t common in her natural aesthetic.

It took some of the frost away from the cold that you didn’t realize you could feel until that deep gaze met yours. Her frame looked even smaller as she backed up to secure herself against the trunk, which you knew she did to brace herself in case anything happened. You softened your voice as you moved closer to her. “I won’t let you fall,” the words came so naturally, it was almost considered pure.

She blinked at you. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Y/N…”

You stopped a short distance from her, close enough to see what she hoped you wouldn’t: her desire for comfort. You slid one hand around her waist and the other over her cheek to block the winter breeze. “Here’s my promise,” you whispered, then pulled her into a gentle kiss.

To your surprise, she fell into it instantly, almost as if she was thinking of the same thing. She must have felt secure in your arms, for she then put her arms around your torso. And through the kiss, you smiled.

She pulled away. “Is that all you got?” she tested you, looking away and over your shoulder to bait you into moving elsewhere than her lips.

You took in a deep breath, and her scent was so strong that you could almost taste her… You felt your golden gaze start to burn and your mouth start to salivate. There was a surge of power that entwined your bloodstream, and the thrill to drink made you stare at her open neck. Well… almost open. “Are you teasing me, Ms. Addams?” you asked her as you dipped your head towards the crook of her neck and nosed her braid over her shoulder, fully exposing her warm skin.

“Bite me, Y/LN,” she almost purred into your ear. It was supposed to be a tease, but it came out more as a command.

But it was your pleasure, regardless. “Not until we’re in bed, my cold-hearted darling,” you replied, then pressed your lips to her neck. It was hard not to bite her right now. Just a little taste of that sweet drink that came out of the most savage student in Nevermore Academy would have sufficed. But you wouldn’t. Not now. For now, you forced yourself to only kiss and suckle her skin in a slow trail down her neck, but you did manage to let your fangs nip her every now and then.

All the while, Wednesday laid her head on your shoulder, sighing through the treatment with small moans, while her black nails curled into your spine when your fangs would catch her soft skin.

It was the perfect mix of Heaven and Hell.

It was angelic and demonic.

It was sweet and stubborn.

It was you and Wednesday…

On this one normal night.

merry christmas/happy holidays alk! i hope this made you smile and i'm wishing you a very pleasureable rest of the season. thank you for being such a supportive friend 🎄✨🎁

- parker (BWS)

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mksrector · 2 years

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Evening Prayer for Wedesnday 11th week after Pentecost 2022

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ornii · 1 year

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Embarrassed?

I’m 100% convinced this could happen

(Y/n), Wednesday and Enid are enjoying a pleasant day in nevermores Quad.

(Y/n): Cmon Wednesday, it wouldn’t kill you go smile a bit more.

Wednesday: I’d see you in hell before that happens.

(Y/n) leans over, kisses her on the cheek, her body stiffens up and everyone turns to face the scene.

(Y/n): Well, I’ll have the perfect picnic spot so we can watch the rivers of Lava together.

Everyone stares in sheer disbelief, Wednesday, as pale as she was turned red, rather yelling she turns back to her food, grumbling.

“… You Better.”

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday angst #wedesnday 2022 #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday x gn reader #wednesday fluff #Wednesday 2022

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ornii · 1 year

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can you make an enid sinclair x male reader smut? where do they do it in a public place? 🚶

🏃‍♂️ Enid Sinclair is a National Treasure

Pumpkin Eater 18+

Enid Sinclair X Male Addams Reader.

Halloween and Nevermore Truly Go Hand in Hand, and Despite Wednesdays annoyance and usual pessimistic view, she was actually in enjoyment of this holiday due to the fear and terror she can unleash with glee. That includes (Y/n), he twin but unfortunately he had much more, eventful things to take care of, unfortunately that meant a Halloween Party at the Quad. Wednesday was making preparations for her solo quest for absolute terror, and Enid was trying in Uniforms.

“Wednesday.” Enid says, Wednesday stops for a second and her eyes turn coldly to Enid, who shows her two, oddly and obviously revealing sets of clothes.

“Which do you think (Y/n)? Could prefer? Pink Punk or a Blueish Rouge?” Enid asks, and Wednesday turns back to her work.

“Neither, you might as well be walking around naked, it seems he prefers that. No, perhaps you’d dress yourself up as a pumpkin, he seems to enjoy mothers food on Halloween, I suppose he will be left wanting.” Wednesday grumbles, obviously she knew that (Y/n) and Enid were happy in their blissful relationship, and as much as she detests the idea of human contact, she struggles not to vomit of the imaging of her walking into her room one fateful night and to find her brother and Enid, lips locked in a, precarious situation.

After constant apologies from Enid, she slowly began to accept the two being together makes them happy.

Enid considers her obvious dig as a request and smiles.

“That’s a perfect idea! Thanks Wednesday!” She says and begins to get dressed in the bathroom, Wednesday could only wonder what ridiculous plan Enid has.

Halloween in Nevermore was much more different then most, since costumes weren’t a trend, since why dress up as a monster when you already are one? It was mostly parties and hanging out and, oddly enough carving pumpkins. Above the high railing of the balcony, (Y/n) watches down as students enjoy the festivities and such, much to his own reluctance. He only came here for one thing and that was Enid, and Perhaps pumpkin Pie. He stands up to go get his girlfriend, before her voice awakens the joy in his heart.

“Oh (Y/n)~” She says, he turns left to see her all dolled up, beautiful thigh high leggings and a cute sexy puffy pink sweater to her hips, and a beret to match, the French aesthetic she seems to be interested in is taking over.

“Enid, you look beautiful as ever.” He says hugging her so passionately, and a soft kiss on her nose to boot. They lean against the railing and enjoy the lights, laughter and smiles.

“You know, this is my first Halloween without Wednesday.” He admits.

“Really?”

“Yes, She and i used to terrorize our old schools, we half no qualms about it, many there despised us just for existing, but Nevermore, you all, you accepted us. The Least we can do is not terrorize you all, unfortunately I won’t be enjoying mothers Pie as we usual do.” He says a bit sadly, and Enids eyes flutter and She grips his hands.

“Really? Well there is some pie that you can have.” She says so gingerly, (Y/n) turns to her smiling.

“Really? Where?” He asks.

The sounds of Enids muffled and purse Moans were muffled by the party going on below, her slightly ruffled hair, raised up sweater, her body leaning against the railing as her pants of passion were thankfully not loud enough to be heard yet. (Y/n) gripped her bare hips and continued to thrust.

He pulls his body into hers more as enid tightens her grip around his sex, His thrusts hit her deeply with a loud clap for every thrust, (Y/n) wasn’t expected enid to throw herself on him this quickly, something must have sparked this change in her, he wasn’t complaining though.

“Harder, Harder!~” She puts more effort into her, backing up into him.

“E-Enid don’t be so loud…” he can barely utter as he closes in, Enids eyes roll in the back of her head, nearing her climax, before she can howl he reaches forward, cupping her mouth as she reaches her climax, at the same time he can no longer hold back and wraps his other arm around her stomach, holding his love tightly as they ride it both out, her teeth were particularly sharp, but the orgasm numbed the pain momentarily, until both coil regain what common sense that hasn’t melted away from pleasure.

Sitting down together away from the railing, enid cuddles up to her mate, both looking up to the night sky.

“So… was that your favorite pie or what?” Enid says with a giggle, (y/n) can only hold her in his arms, content.

“I must admit it was, amazing, I can only imagine what you’ll have to do next year to top it.”

“I have a few plans, maybe I’ll find you something better to eat.”

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ornii · 1 year

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(Y/n) would definitely Blackmail his sister into both of them cross dressing to mess with people.

The Quad Hosts a Costume party, which everyone dresses up, and Enid picks the perfect cute bumblebee costume, she turns around and sees Wednesday and (Y/n).

Enid: I thought you guys were putting on costumes?

Wednesday smiles, and turns to (Y/n).

Wednesday: See? I told you we can still pull it off.

(Y/n): I despise this trick now.

Enid: …what?

Wednesday smirks and turns to Enid now.

“Wednesday:” How do you like my costume? It was a pain to get a wig like my sister

“(Y/n)”: I regret making this deal with you.

“Wednesday”: are you upset that you look more mannish?

“(Y/n)”: No, you obviously look more girlish.

Enid: … I’m aroused and confused..

#wednesday addams x male reader #enid sinclair x male reader #twins #wedesnday 2022 #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday #wednesday x reader #enid sinclair x reader

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ornii · 1 year

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Date

Wednesday watches her sibling (Y/n) leave the Apartment.

Wednesday: Where Are you going?

(Y/n): I’m taking Enid on a date…

Wednesday: Where?

(Y/n): The Dog Park.

Wednesday: But… you don’t have a dog.

(Y/n): Yes I do, I’m taking her there on the date, hanging around everyone must have dulled your brain cells sister.

(Y/n) leaves and Wednesday just stares at the door in confusion and disbelief.

Wednesday: … What?

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ornii · 1 year

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Wednesday takes a selfie at the pool. And posts it.

Wednesday: Out Here living my best life

Enid: (Y/n) is drowning in the back

Wednesday: This aint about him

#wednesday addams x male reader #enid sinclair x male reader #wednesday x you #wednesday #wednesday x reader #wedesnday 2022

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ornii · 1 year

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Cute Competition.

(Y/n) decides to Teach Wednesday the art of Yu-Gi-Oh! It goes poorly.

(Y/n): Okay Main Phase draw, your turn. What deck are you running?

Wednesday: I draw, I play Pot of Greed, I draw two, I play pot of greed I draw two. I play Upstart goblin, I draw one, I have all five piece of exodia, I win.

(Y/n): …

Wedneaday: This was a shadow Game, your soul is now mine—

(Y/n): No that’s not how that works—

Wednesday: Yes it is, you lost. Hand your soul over

(Y/n): I regret teaching you…

(My Headcanon is that if Yu Gi Oh exists in the universe she’d decimate everyone.)

#wednesday addams x male reader #wednesday #wedesnday 2022 #wednesday fluff #wednsday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wedensday x you #wednesday x gn reader #female reader #wednesday x you

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ornii · 1 year

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Bitterly Beautiful, Part 7

Chapter 7: I see you for who you are.

Jericho was crying this day, the tears of Rain poured down heavy upon this funeral. Many Nevermore and Jericho residents stand at attention for the funeral of Mayor Walker, Enid being comforted by Ajax, (Y/n) stands next to them, silent. Wednesday was a bit further away, her focus on (Y/n), she wants to take the first steps forward, but it was too late. Yoko, a student of Nevermore and a Vampire with pitch black glasses steps up next to him, she gives him an honest smile and he tries to reciprocate. Unfortunately a certain Wednesday was on his mind too much. Wednesday took a step back, and simply watched.

"I enjoy funerals. I've been crashing them since I was old enough to read the obituary section. Mayor Walker was murdered, and I know the killer is here, standing innocently among us, plotting their next move. And watching everything I do. I know I'm close to the truth. I have all the pieces of the jigsaw. I just need to slot them into place. I must look past the tears and masks of grief. Until now, I may have been outmatched and outmaneuvered, but the final gambit has yet to be played. The killer will make a mistake, and I'll be ready." Wednesday senses someone is watching her, she tilts her head left to a shadowy figure who quickly disperses. She gives chase into the forest. She reaches a clearing and looks around. The man suddenly drops from a tree and Wednesdays Umbrella was a sword, She hurls it at the man, who catches the blade with a form of electricity. Wednesday for the first time smiles wide at this, knowing who it is.

"Uncle Fester." She said, the man removes his hat to a bald head, pale skin and slightly rounded eyes.

"How long have you been stalking me?" She asks.

"Just blew into town this morning and was hit by a wave of nostalgia."

"I thought you didn't go to Nevermore."

"I didn't. Your dad got all the brains. But I used to drop in on him. Usually from the ceiling with a dagger clutched between my teeth. Just to keep him on his toes."

"Of course." Wednesday smirks.

"He filled me in on what's been going on. Monsters, murder, mayhem. What fun! I told him I had a job in Boston, but I'd be checking up on you."

"What kind of job?"

"The kind that means I need somewhere to lay low for a couple days." Fester said, which gives Wednesday an idea. She takes fester to the Bee Hive, without Eugene there; it's dead silent.

"This place belongs to a friend."

"You've actually made a friend. That poor kid will be going home in a body bag." Wednesday and Fester enter the room, and Fester sees the box of bees.

"Oh. I like a hideout that comes with snacks." Fester opens up the hive box..

"Those bees are hibernating. They're practically Eugene's children. That means do not eat them!" She says, and Fester frowns and puts the Bee back.

"You know, when you give me that death stare of disapproval, you remind me of your mother. Speaking of scary things, you know what kind of monster you're dealing with?"

"I haven't been able to identify it." Wednesday shows the accurate drawing Xavier made, Fester gazed at it.

"Ooh. It's called a Hyde."

"As in Jekyll and Hyde?"

"Mm-hmm." Fester nods joyfully.

"You've seen one before?"

"Oh yeah. In '83, during my vacay at the Zurich Institute for the Criminally Insane. Where I got my first lobotomy. But you know lobotomies. They're like tattoos. Can't just get one."

"Tell me about the Hyde."

"Ah. Olga Malacova. Jeez. She had it all. Beauty, brains, and a penchant for necrophilia. Olga was a concert pianist, until one night she transformed in the middle of a Chopin sonata. Massacred a dozen audience members. And three music critics." Fester grins especially at that.

"What triggered her? Or did she just change on her own?"

"No idea. I only saw her in group electroshock therapy."

"There's never been any mention of Hydes in any outcast book. And Nevermore is reputed for having the best collection."

"You try Nathaniel Faulkner's diary? Before he founded Nevermore, Faulkner traveled the world, cataloging every outcast community."

"How do you know this?"

"You think your parents can't keep their hands off each other now, oy vey. I showed up unannounced one night in Gomez's dorm room. Let's just say I wasn't interrupting a pillow fight hehehe—"

"Uncle Fester."

"Right Right Yeah."

"The diary, where is it?"

"Nightshades Library. Your dad parked me there and said I should settle in for a long stretch. And that's when I found this nifty little safe. I was hoping for a stash of cash or jewels but instead I found a diary." Fester explains, Wednesday considers this and nods.

"We'll sneak into the Nightshades Library tonight. In the meantime, lay low...If you are discovered, I will disown you and collect the reward tied to your capture."

"I'd expect nothing less." Fester responds, as Wednesday leaves, he creeps back into the bed box and Wednesday storms back in.

"Leave the bees alone." She says, Fester unfortunately agrees and leaves them alone. Wednesday returns to Nevermore, walking down a corridor past the main lobby, she catches a glimpse of (Y/n) in her eye. She halts and turns her head to his direction, he's sitting alone, until a pair of legs walk over to him as he has his head down.

"This seat taken?" A voice said, he looks up and senses a lingering of, undead. He gave a sorry smile.

"Yoko. No it's open." He says, "Thanks." She replies and sits down across next to him. They begin to chat and Wednesday slowly creeps over to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"So, Enid tells me that you're going though a bit of a "Break up." Yoko Said.

"It's not a "Break up". She Never considered me more than a tool, more like, a difference of opinion I guess." He replies and she gives him a pat on the shoulder.

"Sorry to hear that, look I need some.. help with something and I'd appreciate it if you did. Could take your mind off of Wednesday." She says, he gives a soft smile in response.

"That.. would be nice." He said, and Yoko leads him away, Wednesday fumes as she watches this, but can she truly blame (Y/n) for his actions? She returns back to her Dorm to write her novel.

"My novel started out as a twisted fiction, but somehow reality has turned it into my own personal looking glass. My visit to the Gates mansion has left me with so many questions. If Laurel Gates died 20 years ago, then who's sleeping in her bedroom? Why do they have photos of me? And what is their connection to this Hyde? Whoever it is, they're clearly willing to kill for their secret. Goody predicted this quest for answers would become a lonely pursuit. Of course, Goody's nowhere to be found when I need her. The dead can be just as annoying and unreliable as the living." Wednesday monologues, the door opens and Enid awkwardly steps in.

"Hi. Sorry, I figured you were still at Mayor Walker's wake."

"As soon as the dirt hits the coffin, I'm out."

"I can't seem to find my bottle of silver moon nail polish. Do you mind if I look around? Yoko's hosting a mani-pedi party for her crew, she's busy right now—"

"With (Y/n)." Wednesday said, folding her arms. "This is the third time in 24 hours you've forgotten something."

"So, how is everything going?"

"Solitude suits me. With no annoying distractions, I'm almost finished with my novel."

"Oh, Was I an annoying distraction?" Enid said coldly.

"You definitely had some annoying habits."

"Such as?"

"You giggle when you text, which is a 24/7 addiction."

"At least it's not a migraine-inducing typewriter hammering into my head."

"When not grinding your canines, you growl in your sleep."

"As opposed to late night cello solos?"

"You over-commit to activities, then complain about them."

"I'd take that over your obsession with all things creepy." Enid says.

“(Y/n) Isn’t creepy.” Wednesday quickly fires back.

“What?” Enid says confused and Wednesday quickly changes the subject.

"You could gas an entire village with the amount of perfume you spritz. That's just off the top of my head.l

"Guess I'm lucky with the new roomie that doesn't try to find ways to endanger literally everybody she comes into contact with. In fact, Yoko and I are so in sync that she's begging me to be her new roomie. Permanently."

"Don't let me hold you back. Enjoy your solitude, Wednesday."

"It's not solitude if you're still here." Wednesday says as Enid storms off, she's still alone, still putting up those walls. Wednesday returns back to the secret library. She heads down it, and looks around.

"Uncle Fester?" Wednesday asks.

"And Who's Uncle Fester?" She hears a voice calling and Wednesday turns around to (Y/n), who was carrying a small box.

"What are you doing here?" Wednesday asks.

"We're Not Partners, I don't have to explain myself. What's your excuse for creeping around in the middle of the night?" He asks back.

"Research." She replies.

"On the monster?" He asks.

"It's a Hyde." She responds and (Y/n) stops.

"A Hyde? They've been barred from Nevermore for years.. why would one be here?" He asks, "I assume you're tracking it?" He said.

"We're Not Partners, I don't have to explain myself." Wednesday says with her cheeky undertone. (Y/n) just scoffs at her.

"You're right, why do I even try with you? You know what—"

"I would love to hear your all seeing insight." She says, "People would be more inclined to help you if you never used them. Maybe if you were more honest—"

"Fine. You want honesty? Here it is. Your condescendingly decent attitude, dreadfully annoyingly toxic personality, and your "innocent blind kid" technique to avoid suspicion is commendable, but it's obvious you're letting your feelings get in the way of the truth. There's a monster roaming this town and you're more preoccupied with how I feel about you. It's disgusting, annoying, and tiresome."

"Of course feelings for you are tiresome. That's your problem, you think everyone is some puzzle you need to solve and crack. Humans are a lot more complicated than that, some people genuinely want to be your friend. I did. Even when you went to jail for grave digging, I was by your side. Why?" (Y/n) says.

"Because for some reason I cannot fathom or indulge, you seem to like me." Wednesday fires back. And (Y/n) just smirks.

"Liked... Past tense." He responds coldly and walks away and up the stairs, Fester drops down.

"How long have you been lurking?" Wednesday asks as Fester laughs.

"Long enough to feel the romantic tension between you two. Yowza! Seriously, you could cut it with an executioner's axe! Reminds me of your mom and dad, totally gushing with emotion! I've never seen you this mad!" Fester says smiling, Wednesday just stares morbidly at him. The thumbing of fingers stop him and he looks over at a desk to see Thing, who's less than enthusiastic.

"I'd recognize the patter of those fingertips anywhere. Hello, Thing. You can't still be mad about the Kalamazoo job. It wasn't my fault." Fester said, Thing leaps at him grabbing his neck and strangling fester, they struggle against each other as he gasps for air.

"You said you could crack that safe in 30 seconds. Five minutes later, we were still there. You're all thumbs."

"Enough." Wednesday booms with her voice, the two stop and turn to her. "Let him go. Show me the diary." she said, fester shows Wednesday a painted of an, odd hairy monster.

"Here we are. Iggy was Faulkner's right hand. Trained a generation of Nightshades. And behind Iggy Itt..." he says and pulls on the painting to reveal a safe behind it. Thing crawls along it and cracks his knuckles. Thing begins to attempt to crack the code.

"Do I have time for a snooze, or can you crack this quickly? This is turning into a replay of Kalamazoo." Fester watches until the safe clicks, Thing opens it and inside was a rustic and old journal. Wednesday takes it and they retreat up to her Dorm room.

"These are some sweet digs. How'd you swing your own single?" Fester asks, Wednesday was too busy reading the journal.

"My former roommate couldn't handle my toxic personality. Here it is." Wednesday shows Fester the journal entry.

"Faulkner describes Hydes as artists by nature, but equally vindictive in temperament. Born of mutation, the Hyde lays dormant until unleashed by a traumatic event or unlocked through chemical inducement or hypnosis. This causes the Hyde to develop an immediate bond with its liberator, who the creature now sees as its master. It becomes the willing instrument of whatever nefarious agenda this new master might propose."

"Anyone willing to unlock a Hyde is a next-level sicko."

"That means I'm not looking for one killer but two. The monster and its master." Wednesday said, suddenly there was a knock at the door. Wednesday halted and approached, the door opened to (Y/n), who was pretty calm.

"I didn't want to just barge in, in case you were changing or something. Enid was looking for her full moon silver nail polish or whatever." He says, Wednesday didn't seem too hesitant to push him out, but she was quiet.

"Can I look for it?" He asks, Wednesday side steps.

"Thanks." He says and enters, he walks to her drawer.

"Enid she's un, has requested to room with Yoko for the rest of the school year..." (Y/n) says as he picks up and sniffs a nail polish.

"She did?" Wednesday said.

"Yeah, I just wanted you to know... in case you were wondering if she'd come back."

"I would rather buy a rope."

"Of course you would...Is it really that difficult for you to admit that you made a friend, and now that she's gone you might actually miss her? Miss me?"

"I'll survive alone. I always have." Wednesday responds, (Y/n) gives up and puts on a forced smile.

"Well. I'll let her know.." he says and puts his hands in his pocket.

"Also... a favor. Could you explain to me why someone is hiding in Enids plushies?" He says, Wednesday looks a bit taken aback and (Y/n) shrugs, he turns around.

"Come out. I know you're in here." He said, he senses the odd man's heartbeat and Fester stumbles out laughing.

"Wow! And I thought I was good at sniffing things out! What are you a bloodhound?"

"No, perceptive. Who are you? And what are you doing in a teenagers bedroom?" He says, Fester offers a handshake.

"Fester, I'm Wednesdays Uncle. Nice to meetcha!" Hd says, (Y/n) sighs and accepts the handshake, Wednesday watches the lightning touch him, but (Y/n) doesn't even flinch. Fester looks a bit taken aback, (Y/n)'s grip tightens and he yanks fester in close, they're face to face.

"You touch anything of Enids, even if one plushie is out of place and I will vaporize you. All I need to do is blink and you're gone. Do I make myself clear?" (Y/n)'s demeanor has shifted radically.

"Crystal! That's on the honor of the Girl Scouts I ate!" He says still smiling, (Y/n) let's go and walks away.

"Where are you going?” Wednesday asks.

"Not to snitch on you, whatever you do, as long as Enid is okay, is not my business anymore." He says, but he stops himself and he turns to her, he has this sad longing look on him.

"Just... Be careful, please." He says before leaving, as much as he hated Wednesday for using and getting Enid in harms way, he never wanted any harm to come to Wednesday either. It's a tough spot to hate someone, but also want them to be alright. Wednesday also felt this longing, her actions forced them away from her, while she claims solitude is what she desires, her heart says otherwise. She watches him leave, before fester laughs.

"Hey! Being a solo lobo has its perks. You get to live by your own rules, do whatever you want. Just look at me! And that guys a real charmer! Gives off that real super villain Mood." Fester said, Wednesday began to heavily consider something, and asked.

"Uncle fester.. the journal said that a Hyde can be awoken by traumatic events in a person? Can a person being forcibly blinded by their parents be traumatic?" Wednesday said.

"It's.. definitely possible! I mean I'm all for capital punishment but on your own kid? Just pick random ones off the street." He says, and Wednesday simply dreaded the thought.

The Super strength, the Traumatic events, no, (Y/n), he simply couldn't be...

(Y/n) entered the cafe, and sought after a seat.

"Yo, over here!" Yoko calls out and (Y/n) smiles hearing her voice, he walks over and sits across from her. They begin to chat pretty casually, across from the building, Wednesday was staring from afar. A bit too distracted now on her monster hunting. Fester looks over to where she's looking.

"He must be a Vampire, you know they're notoriously suave."

"He's a Fomorian.."

"Oh! You already know his breed? Aren't you just fawning?" Fester says casually.

"I will make due on my threat to hand you over and get the ransom." Wednesday said, only slightly deterring her Uncle.

"Well you look more gloomy than usual, and that's saying a lot, why don't you go over there and stab her in the heart already?"

"As much joy as that would bring me, it ill use my words." Wednesday stood up and approached. For the first time in her life she felt this toxic emotion, Jealousy.

"So, just be calm, cool about it and just say it." (Y/n) said to Yoko, she nods and they both are approached by Wednesday.

"(Y/n)" Wednesday said.

"Yeah?" He responds, Wednesday looks ready to murder Yoko but keeps her composure.

"I'd... like to speak with you. Privately."

"It's okay I was just going,” Yoko says, "She's here!" She says all giddy and (Y/n) nods.

"Go get Em Tiger." He responds and Yoko leaves to follow a Nevermore girl and speak with her, (Y/n) offers a seat.

"Seats open." He says and Wednesday sits across from her.

"So, what do you want to—"

"You need to stop seeing Yoko.. now." Wednesdays Just blurts it out, which actually stuns (Y/n).

"... talk about." He finishes, he begins to stand up.

"Yeah I'm not touching thay with a ten foot pole." He says, his wrist was suddenly grasped by Wednesday.

"At least listen to what I have to say before making a decision." She says, he slowly sits back down.

"Okay... talk." He says, Wednesday takes a deep breath and can't look him in the eye so she looks down slightly at the table.

"Ever since you and Enid departed from my life things have been.. challenging. I'll admit this form of solitude does not suit me. And after much consideration I will admit it, I used you and Enid and Tyler, I should have been more forthcoming about my plans instead of just manipulating you to do my bidding, but you're no better by using Yoko to upset me." Wednesday said and (Y/n) snickers.

"If you find something about what I said humorous than please share." Wednesday sharply said, and (Y/n) just smiles.

"Wednesday... Yoko swings for the other team."

"... what do sports have to do with this?" Wednesday said and (Y/n) laughs.

"You're so clueless it's actually cute!.." he says, Wednesday's eyes could stare daggers into his chest with her glare.

"Wednesday.. Yoko likes.. girls, Not guys." He says, which shocks Wednesday, she just stares at him.

"I.... Was not informed of that." She said, (Y/n) folds his arms and leans back.

"Everyone knows, You know men live for the day they can make a girl look stupid, and god this was so worth it. Wednesday, Yokos not into guys, she came to me asking for advice on how to ask a girl out, Divina, Kent's twin. That's why I've been hanging around with her so much. So, have any other insightful questions?" He asks smirking, Wednesday sighed wearily and began to muster up the courage to ask him.

"Yes, one more... would you, consider.. would you consider the date you planned?" She says, and he smirks even harder.

"You'll have to say the magic words~" (Y/n) says and Wednesday scowls after him.

"I'll place rusty thumbtacks all over your bedroom floor."

"That's not the word~"

"They'll never find your body.."

"Nope.. cmon I know you can do it." He said, Wednesday fiddles with her dress, gripping it on her hands as she musters up the guts to say it so cutely to him.

"Would you... would.. will you let me go on a date with you.. P-please?" She says, he smiled so honestly and nodded.

"Wednesday I'd love to spend time with you. plus I Figure after what happened last time, you owe me." He says.

"I can't sneak off of campus. All eyes are on me."

"Then we won't...Crackstone's Crypt." He stands up to leave and gives her one last quip.

"And I do forgive you Wednesday..." he said before leaving, and a bit of relief was finally washed over her. Night falls and Wednesday and (Y/n) stand before the crypt.

"Last time somebody threw a surprise for me here, it did not go as planned." She said.

"Yeah.. my bad about that, But you do have to close your eyes."

"Are you serious?"

"Oh you can't see for like 40 seconds? How tragic." He says, Wednesday says nothing and closed her eyes.

(Y/n) slowly leads her inside, "Okay. Watch your step. Wait here. Close your eyes. Okay. Easy. Right here. Okay, you can open your eyes now." He said, she opens them to a Punic, black cloth, even blacker basket of food. And what seems to be a makeshift stage.

"No one's ever taken you on a date inside a crypt before? How do you feel about, Macbeth?" He said.

"It's one of my favorites? Even Thing doesn't know that." Wednesday said.

"I had a feeling you'd like it because someone gets decapitated at the end. Seems on brand for you. But this ain't a movie. .." He said. He cracks his knuckles and smirks, he turns to the Stange and extends his hands. He then takes out a knife and cuts his hand very slightly. He places a drop of blood on the ground.

"ná bac leis an mbás thú! go dúisigh tú ar aird mo ghlao!"

"May death never stop you! May you awaken to the head of my call!"

Wednesday watches as dirt begins to move on its own, piling up and turning into bones! And more bones! Soon skeletons stood before them and Wednesday was actually amazed, she smiles, they even smell like death.

"Now, Macbeth, Please”, he says, one skeleton shifts it's body and begins to speak as if in a play.

"When ...shall we three meet again

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?"

The play begins, Wednesday watches with a Ural amazement in her eyes, seeing skeletons made of dirt reenact Macbeth is a treat not many get.

The story ends as per usual, the severed head of Macbeth is presented to Malcom. The play ends and the skeletons crumble into dirt, the two stood up after the play and walk to the exit.

"That was... Horrific..Thank you." She says, (Y/n) sighs and they stop and turn to each other.

"Wednesday, I don't mean to be so abrupt about this but, I think it's best if you know that. I truly do care for you, and I want us to be more than friends, so much more.." he begins.

"You'll snap out of it." She replies, and he gently takes her hand.

"Please...Don't do that don't Discount my feelings as puppy love."

"I'm not friend material, let alone more-than-friend material. I will ignore you, stomp on your heart, and always put my needs and interests first."

"You did.. and I wanted to hate you, but you know I'd stand by your side if you told me the truth, If you let me help you instead of using me."

"It's not going to work. I almost killed you." She says.

"Heh, Formorians Are notoriously hard to kill, but you Genuinely felt bad for it, means you can be better, I want you to be better."

"(Y/n)... we're incompatible.. and I think you'd want more out of life than someone who hates it" Wednesday said, (Y/n) looks down, he's been waiting for this moment and he tilts his head back up to look at her and shoots her right in the heart with his words.

"Well that's too bad Wednesday Addams... you think I'd want someone who wants more out of life ? Well... you're everything that I want!" He responds with so much confidence. She just, looks at him, he slowly leans in, ready to throw everything into the wind for her, Wednesday, almost as if drawn by her own emotion does as well, their lips inches away from finally getting to meet each other, but life has other plans and someone bursts into the crypt, the sheriff. He sees the two teenagers and they quickly turn to him.

"What the hell?" He says, "There's a canoe missing. Figured he might be on Raven Island. I'm not going to ask what this is, but I never saw the two of you here. You got it?" he says before leaving them there. (Y/n) just laughs as Wednesdays pulls her hands from him.

"So... shall I escort you home?" He asks.

"I'll be fine. I need time to.. think." She said.

"Heh, okay.. I'll be seeing you." He says, he cheers slightly under his breath. His first real date and it went perfectly! But some dreams for others, are just nightmares for another.

Wednesday returns to her room to see the place has been ransacked. "Thing?" She asks, and comes across him, stabbed to a pillar with a knife and quickly removed the blade from him. She only had one plan and ran for the bee hive. She storms into the room.

"Fester? Fester, help! Help! Help! Thing's not moving. He was stabbed! Get him on the table!" Fester, a bit confused quickly begins to shock thing. Trying to revive him as only Wednesday can watch distraught. But no avail, his body is still stiff.

"..He's gone, Wednesday."

"No, he's not. Thing. If you can hear me... if you die, I will kill you. Go again. Now! Again, please!" Fester continues to shock him, but it's still silence, a wave of actual pain hits Wednesday, a single tear was beginning to form, until things thumbs began to flex. A look of relief washes over Wednesday.

"For a minute, we thought you'd picked your last lock, buddy." Fester says

"Who did this to you? Knife from behind the back. Cowards. I promise that whoever did this to you will suffer. And it will be slow, long, and excruciatingly painful." Wednesday wipes a tear from her face. "I'll stitch him back up. They found your motorbike, so... the sheriff won't be far. You need to go. Maybe next time steal something a little less conspicuous."

"Where's the fun in that? All right. I'll lay low here tonight, keep an eye on the patient, and I'll skedaddle in the morning."

"I guess I'll see you at your arraignment or the next family reunion."

"You'll always be my favorite, Wednesday."

"Be sure to tell Pugsley that. It'll give him a complex." Wednesday smiles so slightly to her uncle, but she had to face the music, and Weems.

"I'm guessing it's not some kind of random prank." Weems said.

"Whoever ransacked my room also stole Nathaniel Faulkner's diary."

"That's supposed to be safely locked in the Nightshades Library."

"So you do know about that diary, which means you also know the monster we're after is called a Hyde." Wednesday said, it was only her and Weems, which let Weems finally relax.

"Faulkner spent years studying Hydes. He wanted to determine if they were just mindless killers or conscious of their actions."

"What was his conclusion?"

"He was killed by a Hyde before he could reach one. Others tried to carry on his research, but the Hydes were too unpredictable and violent. They were officially banned from Nevermore 30 years ago."

"All of this time, you've known the monster was a Hyde. Why didn't you tell the sheriff?"

"Because then Nevermore is done. Over. Shut for good. And that's not happening on my watch. But I'm not the only one withholding. If you suspect someone, you need to tell me."

"Why? All you've ever done is gaslight and obstruct me. You don't care how many people die, as long as your reputation is safe."

"I am protecting our Nevermore family, which also includes you, Ms. Addams." Weems responds a bit, forcefully, knowing what she's coming across, could finally be the key she needs to take the Hyde and it's master down. The next morning (Y/n) began his walk through Nevermore before being cut off by Bianca.

"Come with me. I have information about Mayor Walker's murder." She says, (Y/n) follows to the library and senses more in the room, Wednesdays and Lucas, the Mayors son. He shows Wednesday the photos.

"Printed these off my dad's computer. Seems he was trying to track down someone. Laurel Gates? Looks like he started right after Outreach Day."

"Must have recognized her there."

"According to British police, Laurel was presumed drowned, but no body was ever recovered."

"The Gates mansion was purchased a year ago by a 90-year-old candy heiress. She then mysteriously died and gave all of her belongings to her caregiver, Teresa L. Glau." Wednesday said, "Who?" Bianca asks.

"It's an anagram." (Y/n) explains. "For what?" Bianca and Lucas ask

"Laurel Gates." (Y/n) and Wednesday say in unison.

"Laurel secretly buys her old house and then comes back to Jericho as someone else. Why?" Bianca asked.

"Revenge on all the people she blames for her family's misfortunes. Your father. The coroner. My parents."

"And Most of all, Nevermore... but How does the monster fit into all of this?" (Y/n) thinks.

"The monster is a Hyde. It's doing Laurel's bidding. She controls it." Wednesday said,

"So, you think Laurel is using a Hyde to kill off Nevermore and Jericho residents responsible? But, who has the power to unlock a Hyde?" Bianca asks.

“The best guess would be a Psychiatrist or a..” (Y/n) says, and stops himself, he turns in the direction of Wednesday.

“Or a Therapist…”

"Wednesday, we don't have an appointment scheduled today."

Kinbott, the therapist stood before Wednesday, a black crow was in the window. Watching.

" I wanted to return something. I found it in your old childhood room." she shows Laurel a Music box.

"I know you're Laurel Gates, and you've come back to Jericho to seek your revenge. And so did Mayor Walker, which is why you had to kill him. Who better to slide in and out of the hospital undetected than a psychiatrist under the guise of visiting another patient?"

"...You're not actually accusing me of murdering the mayor?"

"The roses you left in Eugene's room were your mistake. They're the same variety I found near your childhood bed."

"Wednesday...I honestly have no idea what you're talking about."

"There's only one reason an overqualified psychiatrist like yourself would settle in the inconsequential backwater that is Jericho. It allowed you to crawl through the troubled, young minds of outcasts until you found one that you can manipulate to exact your revenge."

"You know what? I don't have time to deal with your delusional fantasies. I have a patient emergency."

"Who? Xavier? I know all about the secret sessions you've been holding in your car. I also found the cave where you've been holding sessions to unlock his Hyde."

"You are so out of line."

"Do you know how violently unpredictable a Hyde can be? It was your plan to have Xavier committed before he could turn on you too."

"Wednesday, you need help. More help than I can give you." Kinbott begins to dial her phone.

"Who you calling? Xavier?"

"Judge Reynolds. I'm going to recommend you stay in a juvenile psychiatric facility."

"Oh, please. You and I both know I'd be running that place in a week. Time's up, Laurel." Wednesday leaves, as the bird continues to watch. A bit a ways away, (Y/n) sits calmly, awaiting the crow to return.

"Principal Weems, it's Valerie Kinbott. Wednesday Addams just barged into my office. I wasn't aware that Wednesday had a session today. She didn't, and her behavior was completely irrational!" She yells before she hears something in the bathroom. She opens it up, and that spelled her end. (Y/n) stands as Wednesday approaches.

"All went well?" He asks.

"According to plan." She responds, he extends his arm as the crow lands and begins to caw rapidly.

"Yes I saw— what.. when? What!?" (Y/n) yells, which stuns Wednesday. He bolts off back to Kinbott.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)?!" Wednesday follows suit and they push open the door, blood spilled past it and onto the ground. And Wednesday sees it splatter the walls. (Y/n) smells the scent of blood in the room, and the slowly cooling corpse before them. (Y/n) turns to Wednesday.

"No more games Wednesday, you know who the Hyde is.. we need to stop them. Now.

Xavier returns back to his dark shop and creeps in. He turns on the light to Wednesday sitting there, with a knife in the table.

"You know what? You need to stay out of my space."

"You need to take your own advice. You left that in my room." Wednesday Jams the knife into the table. "Actually, you left it in Thing. How long have you been seeing Kinbott?"

"Have you...What am I saying? Of course you have. You've been having (Y/n) and his creepy crowd spy on me, right? 'Cause I'm the villain in your fantasy. My father thinks that my mental health is a PR problem that he needs to manage. He wanted to keep his troubled son out of the tabloids. I wasn't in your room. Believe me or don't believe me, I don't care."

"Your painting's been improving. I enjoy this one in particular." Wednesday reveals a painting of kimbott, and her face scarred.

"Feels like you really lived it."

"What do you want?"

"I'm asking the questions." Wednesday begins to show Xavier the seeming tokens from Xavier's kills.

"What is Rowan's inhaler doing in your shed? Or Eugene's glasses?"

"Whoa, whoa." Xavier said

"Or these stalker images you took of me?"

"N-No. I..."

"Don't forget your latest addition. Kinbott's necklace."

"Somebody planted that stuff!" Xavier yells walking towards Wednesday, just then, the police barge in.

"Freeze! Drop the knife!"

"Down on your knees. Cuff him." You have the right to remain silent. Appreciate the help, Addams." The sheriff said, which just enrages Xavier.

"You! You framed me! I'm being set up. I shoulda let Rowan kill you." Xavier is cuffed and taken into custody, the night continues and Wednesday returns to her dorm. Which Enid was there.

"Hey."

"You're back."

"I'm gone for a few days, the place gets trashed, and Thing almost dies. Someone's gotta look out for you two."

"What happened to rooming with Yoko?"

"Yoko's great. I just decided I needed a few more boundaries." Enid prepares to tape the floor but Wednesday stops her. "Skip the tape."

"Don't tell me Wednesday Addams is mellowing out."

"Never. More like evolving."

"Well, one inch of duct tape at a time."

"Why the sudden change of heart Enid?"

"Because we work. We shouldn't, but we do. It's like some sort of weird, friendship anomaly. Everything you said about me is true...But I don't apologize for it. Not anymore, when I was first here, (Y/n) told me something that I never understood until now.. that, I'm me, and it's okay to be me, to never apologize for being the person who I am and to never let anyone change that. It's just who I am." Enid says so, confidently.

"Thing said he missed you."

"I missed him too. I'm sorry about Xavier."

"I'm not. He's a liar and a killer. Besides... there's nothing quite like the feeling of being proven right."

"Except maybe someone to share it with. Thing may have blabbed about your date with (Y/n)." Enid says winking, Wednesday just looks at her annoyed, but looks back on fond memories.

"So how'd it go?" Enid asks, Wednesday thinks about informing her of what could have happened.

"Your Surrogate brother knows how to Intrige a girl at least, I can see why you constantly battle the ideals of love and confusion about your feelings regarding him." Wednesday said which stuns Enid. "I-I don't have feelings—"

"It was interrupted." She finishes, Enid tries to play it all off. "Well maybe you should go see him? I mean you did sort of lock up his room mate." She said, and Wednesday agrees.

(Y/n) sits inside his dorm room, sensing the silence inside. He hears the door knock.

"It's open." He said, Wednesday enters and he senses her presence. He walks over and they get a bit, close.

"Are you okay? I know it must have been hard to do that to him." (Y/n) said.

"Not really, he was a murderer."

"Wow, that was a quick turn around... so, dumb question incoming—"

"I find all of your questions dumb, I just indulge you."

"Okay, so.. would you like to pick up where we left off?~" he Leans in, and this time, Wednesday isn't so hesitant herself, allowing his hand to gently caress her cheek, he risks it's all and she does as well. Their lips reach contact, and like a murder of crows their black hearts flock together. The sweet taste of black cherry on her lips, (Y/n) has never felt so happy, and Wednesday has never felt so, alive. And (Y/n) has never felt so, human. Alas, all good things come with a price. Wednesday, on contact had another vision.

She watched as (Y/n) stood to fight someone with his own pet wolf, against., Tyler! who transforms into the Hyde! The vision jumps to him crawling away from someone desperately trying to escape, and the final vision was Wednesday holding his corpse, almost as if fate was telling her that all fairytales come to a bloody end. She snaps out of it to (Y/n).

"Wednesday?! Wednesday what's wrong!" He asks, frantically, and she just stares at him.

"Of course the first boy I kiss would them show me visions of his grueling and painful death...And they say those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it, well...

"I hate history."

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Bitterly Beautiful

Chapter 5: My Family and I never see Eye to Eye.

"Nevermore was created as a safe haven for our children to learn and to grow, no matter who or what they are. I realize most of you have heard about the unfortunate incident involving one of our students. But I'm happy to report that Eugene is on the mend and is expected to make a full recovery. So let's focus on the positive and make this Parents' Weekend our very best yet." Principal Weems gives this speech to try to Alleviate the concerns of parents and students alike. But much to her unfortunate situation, three students were not buying her talks of peace, and they stood together, watching her. Wednesday, Enid and (Y/n).

"On the mend? Try in a coma." Wednesday said.

"Have you been to see him? You're his friend." Enid says to Wednesday.

"I'm the reason he's in the hospital." She replies, and (Y/n) turns to her direction.

"That is not your fault, it's the monsters. It's been silent this week, maybe we scared it off."

"Or maybe it went into hiding to avoid this weekend."Wednesday says, (Y/n) sniffs the air and looks around.

"I smell an aura of death looming.. your parents must be nearby." (Y/n) says, and Wednesday keeps scanning the room.

"How annoyingly perceptive of you." She says, "I knew I should have worn my plague mask."

"Would you look at my family?" Enid says, they look over to them running and prancing about like dogs. "Talk about toxic pack mentality. I give my mom 30 seconds before her judge-y claws come out." She says, (Y/n) shrugs.

"My parents don't come here, guess I'm free... you know, I'd love to meet your family Wednesday."

"Absolutely Not."

"Why not, they seem... unique." He says wearily.

"The combination of your lack of self awareness and their overall dismay and annoyance will form a black hole and suck everything inside."

"..." Enid looks at (Y/n), who was a bit stunned. "I'm.. gonna go." She says.

"Yeah, say hey to your mom for me." He says and Enid strolls off.

"Seriously how bad can it be?" (Y/n) takes a step forward to her parents and Wednesday grabs him by the wrist, like a vise grip, she's unmoving, he slowly turns to face her, and she glared at him like a demon is taking over her.

"What. Did. I. Tell. You?" She says, and before he can respond and probably dig himself a deeper hole, her family spots Wednesday holding his wrist.

"There she is. Oh, how we missed those accusing eyes and youthful sneer." A voice calls out, (Y/n) and Wednesday turn to the origin of the sound and it's her family approaching, seeming them "Holding hands." They quickly separate and the first to hug Wednesday was Gomez, a slightly short but very stout man of Hispanic origin. He hugs Wednesday who seems as vexed as usual. "And you must be one of Wednesday's new friends." Gomez says to (Y/n), who turns his attention to dwarfs him, he feels Wednesday staring a hole into the side of his head.

"He must be much more than just a friend, ive never seen anyone being held with such...ferocity by Wednesday, How are you, my little rain cloud?" Morticia, the illustrious maiden of the Addams family.

A tall, beautiful woman asked, long black hair and a stunning figure.

"I thought Thing was filling you in on my every move. I uncovered your feeble subterfuge almost immediately." She says, to the unfortunate dismay of her parents.

"So, how's the little fella doing? Does he still have all his fingers?" Gomez asks.

"Relax. I haven't snapped any of his digits. Yet." Wednesday says, they turn their attention to the man next to her.

"And you are?" Morticia asks. "(Y/n) Healy, Wednesday is dorm mates with a good friend of mine, and so we sort of just became friends." He explains.

"He's blind and helpless." Wednesday says, slightly deflating what he said. Morticia breaths a sigh of relief.

"He's blind, ah, that's fine I hate looking people in their eyes anyway." She says, trying to be, nice? (Y/n) looked beside himself after hearing that.

"Did.. did she just—" he begins, But Gomez gives him a hug as well.

"It's nice to see our little viper has Snared herself her own mouse." He says, "Welcome to the family." He says, and Wednesday is fuming. Its Pugsleys turn and he seems, simple.

"Are you a ghost?" He asks (Y/n) who raises an eyebrow.

"Uh, no? Why ask?"

"It's just.. I Never expected Wednesday to have a friend that still has a beating heart." He said, (Y/n) finds this a bit numerous and smiles.

"Heh, no my hearts still beating, unless she rips it out later. But you wouldn't do that to your friend right?" He says turning to her, Wednesdays face was locked in this expression of cold dead silence. She leans in to whisper into his ear.

"I will do, such painfully unspeakable things to you when they leave." She says with the utmost murderous intent. (Y/n) laughs awkwardly, but the Addams seem, unfazed by this.

"So, how has it been my Dear?" Morticia asks Wednesday who turns to her mother.

"Since you've abandoned me here, I've been hunted, haunted... and the target of an attempted murder." Wednesday smirks just so slightly.

"Ah, Nevermore. I love you so." Gomez smiles at this, reveling in the Chaos.

"Please Mr Healy, would you excuse us?" Morticia says as the Addams family leaves, (Y/n) just shakes his head.

"I, think I understand what Wednesday meant.." he says, his train of thought was interrupted by howling, and him getting jumped on. He doesn't resists as they laugh and he can recognize that laughter from anywhere. They help him up as he sighs.

"You guys, try and be more gentle."

"Sorry man!" One says, it was Enids brothers, which they were laughing and howling out as usual.

"How's Enid taking seeing her parents?" (Y/n) asks. They snicker and elbow each other.

"Bout as much as you can expect, still building up the guts to." One brother points to Enid still a bit away from her parents. (Y/n) walks over to her, they say nothing to each other for a moment. He offers his hand and she takes it, nervous.

"It's okay, just focus, it's just one weekend." (Y/n) says, and Enid takes a deep breath. They walk over and Enid begins to count. "One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand—" she begins

"Enid! Have you not been waxing?" Her mother asks.

"Three seconds. That's a personal best." She replies. (Y/n) chimes in. "It's good to see you too Miss Sinclair." He says, and she hugs them both.

"It's so good to see you too! You've been watching after Enid right? Making sure she finds the right mate?" Her mother, as inquisitive as ever says, much to Enids embarrassment.

"As much as I can.." he says sheepishly. "Perfect, you're always welcome in our pack." She says, but senses sometimes is wrong.

"Are you feeling well? You're looking a touch anemic. Have you been eating enough red meat?" She says to them both.

"It's good to see you too, Mom. And you, Dad." Enid says, but taking much effort to do so.

The Addams family enter the Principals office. As Morticia looks at the yearbook.

"Our old yearbook. I haven't laid eyes on this in over 20 years. Such good times we had, didn't we, Larissa?"

"Some of us better than others." Larissa replies with a smile, hiding the darkenss.

"Oh, don't be so modest. You always filled a room with your presence. Like a stately sequoia tree."

"And I guess that would make you the lumberjack."

"There's that biting sense of humor that I always adored. Do you remember when we did that duet for the Solstice Talent Show? Your Judy Garland impression was a dead ringer."

"Sounds positively suicidal." Wednesday chimes in.

"Oh. My picture's gone." Morticia says, and Weems smirks coyly.

"Really? Well, that is odd."

"May I borrow this for the weekend? That way Gomez and I can take a little walk down memory lane." Morticia asks.

"All right. Let's get down to the matter at hand, shall we? Hmm? Unfortunately, Wednesday's assimilation has been ...rocky at best." Weems begins.

"Because I refuse to embrace the culture of dishonesty and denial permeating this school. Starting with the monster that killed Rowan and put Eugene in the ICU. Although I do hear he's "on the mend." Wednesday says with scathing sarcasm.

"We've always encouraged Wednesday to speak her mind. Sometimes her sharp tongue can cut deep." Gomez said.

"Apparently her therapist feels she hasn't been very open to the process. Their time together has not yielded the results we'd hoped." Weems replies.

"I'm not a lab rat."

"Dr. Kinbott and I have spoken, and we both agree it would be most beneficial for you all to attend a family session this weekend." Weems offers.

"No." Wednesday replies.

"I thought that might be your reaction, but your parents can see the wisdom in it." Weems sneers.

"Um, not to side with Wednesday, but, um, we're only here for the weekend." Morticia begins.

"Oh, come on. What can it hurt? To be honest, I've always been a big fan of head-shrinking." Gomez said.

"It's not that kind of head-shrinking, mon chéri."

"Well, that is disappointing." Gomez says sadly.

"But anything for our little girl." Morticia says, much to the growing hatred of Wednesday Addams. The entire family was inside the Therapists office. They entire family is fairly silent.

"So, who wants to start? Maybe we can discuss what it's like having Wednesday away from home?" The therapists asks. Pugsley was the first to speak up,

"I mean, for me..it's been hard not having Wednesday around. I never thought I'd miss being waterboarded so much." He said.

"Morticia, Gomez. How have you been coping?" She asks.

"It's been torture for us too." Morticia begins

"Gomez: Fortunately, my brother Fester's rack fits two people."

"Morticia: Nothing like a good stretch to bring out the best in each other. Querida mía."

Morticia and Gomez cannot keep their hands off of each other, which just triggers Wednesdays eruption.

"Enough! I think it's high time my parents faced the music. It seems they've been lying to me. Keeping secrets. Murderous secrets that need to be addressed. Who was Garrett Gates, and why are you accused of murdering him?" She says, the question obviously triggers some, unpleasant memories for them both.

"Those charges were dropped. Your father is an innocent man." Morticia said.

"Local sheriff doesn't seem too convinced."

"Wednesday, stop. This is neither the time nor the place."

"Actually, this is exactly the place. These sessions are—"

"Doctor. This does not concern you. And I refuse to debate a decades-old witch-hunt with you right now. I—"

"Darling, maybe we should.." Gomez begins, but Morticia stops.

"No. This session is over."

"Have it your way, Mother." Wednesday stands up to leave.

"Wednes... Wednesday?" Morticia Rose as well.

"If you refuse to tell me the truth, I'll just have to excavate it myself." Wednesday leaves as Pugsley smiles.

"You... Thanks for the candy." He says to the the therapist.

"Actually, that's potpourri… Why don't you take the bowl?" she says, and Pugsley happily takes it. Outside, Wednesday is being scolded by her mother.

"What were you thinking? How could you ambush your father like that? Wednesday!"

"How could I? You insisted I go to this school. Did you really think I wouldn't find out your secret? You don't know the full story."

"Your father did nothing wrong."

"I'll be the judge of that." Wednesday leaves, heading to the Hospital finally to see Eugene. He was still working a coma, a breathing mask keeps air pumping through his lungs. She places a jar of honey down.

"I harvested hive number three. The bees miss you, Eugene. We all do." She continues, near a heartbeat monitor, thing crawls away from it.

"Thanks for keeping an eye on him. Any updates?" She asks and thing shakes his finger.

"He didn't deserve this. I should be in that bed. Why did you go without me?" She says to thing, a shadowy figure creeps up behind and touches her shoulder, Wednesday jerks her head around, just to (Y/n).

"Huh. Think that's the first time I've seen you scared." he says. He walks up next to her and focuses on Eugene.

"... Had enough of your family?" He asks.

"Much so..I brought him some honey." Wednesday says. She sniffs a bit and scowls.

"Why do you smell like you were trampled upon by hellhounds?"

"Enid." He responds calmly. It was dead silence for about 30 seconds, before he sensed that he made a terrible mistake.

"What did you just say?" She says, he picks up and snaps out of it.

"Sorry, Enids Family, her Brothers can be a bit, too much, her mom was all over me asking questions about how Enids doing and "Wolfing out." He explains, Wednesday now is more interested.

"You two seem disgustingly close.." she begins, and he smiles.

"Yeah, I met Enid when we first both came to Nevermore, and it was maybe a year in that there was. The incident." He says, which piques Wednesdays interest even more.

"Incident?" She asks, and he sighs.

"Promise you won't tell her or anyone?" He says, and Wednesday thinks about it for a moment and agrees.

"I'll take this secret to the grave."

"For whatever reason I truly do believe you." He says, and begins to tell it.

"So.. you know how animals have heat cycles, right? Well turns out, so do Wolves... very, aggressive ones. And be being the dumb blind kid I am, i took a box of tampons to Enid for her, well you know.." he explains and he rewinds to that fateful day, a one year younger (Y/n) approaches with a suspicious box. He knocks on the door to the dorm of Enid.

"Enid, I brought the.. you know." He says, he taps it again and the door creaks open. (Y/n) looks a bit, concerned, it was pitch black and he takes a step in.

"Enid? Are you okay?" He says, and there was silence. He closes it and feels a harrowing chill in the air, he walks to the door and closes it. He takes a few more steps inside, and what catches his ear, was the slightly growling from the corner. He turns to it, and takes a step forward.

"E-Enid?" He asks, and something lunges at him, and it was all a blur. Time returns back to (Y/n) and Wednesday.

"So, a hormonal frustrated werewolf teenager almost mauled and sexually assaulted you to death." Wednesday says, and (Y/n) nods.

"Yeah, I got Yeah, if you found random bloodstains Under your bed that was my blood. After that She cried and apologized, and, we sort of, I guess bonded somehow. She's not a bad person by any means, it's just the hand she was given was a bad one." He says, "don't hold it against her." He asks Wednesday.

"That still doesn't explain why you call each other.. "Bestie" Wednesday says trying not to vomit. (Y/n) sighs and takes his coat off, Wednesday watches confused as (Y/n) removes his sweater, and begins to unbutton his shirt.

"What are you—" she begins, and stops, watching him unbutton his shirt to reveal his bare chest and she just stares at it. He takes it off and turns around, she then sees eight distinct claw marks on his back, they're old but can still be seen.

"That.. was Enid. And usually when a Werewolf wants to mark their mate, this is how they do it. But I don't.. well me and Enid don't like each other that much, so rather being mates were.. besties. She's like a sister to me, i just want the best for her." He explains. He turns back to Wednesday who looks more, concerned.

"Hm." She says, "So you stay around Enid because those marks, symbolize a bond you cannot break. I find that idea primitive, but I can see it means much to you if you've been by her side ever since then. I'll refrain from insulting it." Wednesday says.

"...Thanks." He replies with a warning smile.

".. Now button yourself up, i don't want to have to keep staring at your refined abdomen."

"Yeah you right— wait, refined?" He says smirking. "You think I'm Hot—"

"Do Not. Push it." Wednesday coldly Fires back, she and (Y/n) leave back to Nevermore, where a vast lunch is being served. (Y/n) decides best to eat with Enids family, which truly has grown into his own as well.

"Mmm. I am famished. You're not hungry, darling?" Morticia asks Wednesday who folds his arms.

"My appetite eludes me, Mother. The same way the truth eludes you." She says and walks off, Gomez walks over, having listened to the conversation.

"We need to tell her." He says.

"She'll never believe us. We must stay strong. And hope that something more morbid comes along to distract her." Morticia says, "Or my new son in law."

(Y/n) eats calmly next to Enid as her brothers gouge down on food, her mother looks at Enid.

"So are you going to make me ask?" She says, and Enid smirks a bit.

"Ajax and I haven't defined our relationship yet."

"I'm not talking about boys, well besides— Nevermind, Have you wolfed out yet?" She asks, which just causes Enids moon to deflate.

"No."

"Well, that is a disappointment." Her mother says, and Enid slumps down.

"That's me. A huge disappointment." She says, (Y/n) gentle nudges her to try to cheer her up but, she just shakes her head. His moment of trying to cheer her up was interrupted very scarily by the door to Nevermore opening. The Sheriff, along with other police storm over to Gomez, and (Y/n) can feel the footsteps, a few members.

"Can I ask what this is about, Sheriff?" Weems says, but he ignores her and keeps approaching.

"Gomez Addams." Sherrif Galpin says.

"How can I help you, Sheriff?" Gomez says calmly, but his quickly apprehended.

"You're under arrest for the murder of Garrett Gates. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you." He says, and takes him away, much confusion and suspicion rolls though Nevermore, and began to look for Wednesday, who was more angry that confused. The two are standing in a corridor hours later, and (Y/n) speaks to her.

"It's too convenient..." my father returns on parents day and is arrested?" She says. And (Y/n) adds more information.

"Not Just that, but there's something you have to know."

"What is that?"

"The Coroner, he blew his brains out today. Said it was guilt from falsifying evidence from the case your father was in, this is too convenient.” He says, and Wednesday is now even more convinced.

".. Then that proves it, my father is being set up, the coroner, the file, all of this was a ploy." She said.

"Then there's only one thing left to do, hearing from the man himself.."

Gomez was apprehended and put into his prison garments and had a visitor. He was surprised by Wednesday, who was accompanied by (Y/n) in a Nevermore hoodie, which was fairly comfortable He motions for her to sit.

"My little tormenta, how's your mother?" He asks.

"Devastated. She hates you in orange. I caught her laying a rose on a grave earlier today. The headstone read "Garrett Gates." The very boy you've been arrested for murdering. Care to explain? " she says, and (Y/n) kneels down next to the sitting Wednesday.

"I think it's best if we hear it all from you." He said, and Gomez begins begins to tell it.

"Garrett was infatuated with your mother. He mistook her kindness for interest. His infatuation turned into obsession, and he started stalking her."

"Why didn't you call the police?"

"We tried. But his family were the oldest and richest in Jericho. No one believed us. Garrett's father, an outcast-hating bigot, was furious that your mother had accused his only son. It all came to a head the night of the Rave'N Dance. Your mother and I stepped out to catch our breath. And that's when I saw him. He had broken into the school. His twisted love for your mother had made him insane. His eyes bore into me, brimming with murderous intent. My life flashed before my eyes. Driven by jealousy and hate, Garrett was unstoppable. We fought along the scaffolding, and When I saw the sword, my survival instinct kicked in. I rose the sword up, and he ran into it..It was a terrible accident." Gomez gives the tale and the two began to consider it. Wednesday and (Y/n) are in the corner discussing it.

"If I'm being objective, his confession sounds entirely plausible, delivered with the perfect degree of sincerity. Perhaps my father is exactly what he says. Thank you for being honest with me. But then there's the matter of his tells. The way he smooths his mustache. The way he delivers a comforting wink. I've been playing Russian roulette with him since I was 12. I know them well."

"I.. see.. then it's possible this was at least negligent Homicide, or Manslaughter. It doesn't sound premeditated.. seems like self defense." He says, Wednesday returns and sits, and Gomez sadly looks ashamed.

"I'm sorry I wasn't a better father."

"Could we please do without the overt display of emotion?" Wednesday said.

"I know they make you feel uncomfortable."

"How many fathers hand their daughter a fencing blade when she's five?"

"Your saber strokes were an essay in perfection."

"Or teach her how to swim with sharks?"

“Sharks?” (Y/n) chimes in, peering from the corner.

"They found you as cold-blooded as I do."

"The right way to flay a rattlesnake?"

"They really do taste like chicken when prepared properly."

"The point is, you taught me how to be strong and independent. How to navigate myself in a world full of treachery and prejudice. You are the reason I understand how imperative it is that I never lose sight of myself. So as far as fatherhood goes, I would say you've been more than adequate." Wednesday said, as cold, as unfeeling as she was sometimes, she truly does care for her family.

"Gracias, Wednesday." He says so warmly, the Two leave, and talk about it. (Y/n) wipes a tear coming down his cheek.

"Why are you crying?" She asks.

"Sorry Just, glad your dads in your life, seems like a good man."

"Like I Said before, your mother and father were afraid of your power. Instead of trying to control it, they tried to maim you. I say you're better off with Enids Hellhounds."

"Yeah, guess I am... or yours—"

"That's Strike number two."

"Okay okay, im just teasing you. You know, poking fun."

"The last person who "Poked" me lost a finger."

"Noted." He feels his phone vibrate and pulls it out. Which then speaks.

"Text Message from Enid: OMG, it's absolutely terrible, no vibe check here, R U coming over, Plz, crying emoji, sad face emoji, dog emoji, dog emoji, dog emoji." The phone says. He puts it away and turns to her.

"You want to come? I'd be nice for you to try and relax and focus."

"No, Enid requires your attention, and... presence." Wednesday says, she exhales and shivers a bit, the cold wind biting on her. He sees this, and takes it upon himself. He removes his hoodie and hands it to her.

"..Why are you giving me this?" She said.

"Because you’re cold, well colder than usual. And if you start sniffling and sneezing im taking that plague mask." He says jokingly, Wednesday hesitates, but takes it, she puts it off over her Nevermore clothing and it was obviously too big but the way her small frame tried to take over the hoodie was just, dreadfully adorable.

"I suppose this will help against the cold, you may go back to Enid now." Wednesday says, almost like dismissing her dog. He just scoffs.

"You're right, well I'm glad you're not being so jealous about her anymore." He says walking away, and Wednesdays turns to him and she was about to yell, but she stops, a smell hits her nostrils and she sniffs the hoodie, which smells of Black roses, a perfect aroma. She watches him leave and then inhaled deeply, and sighed.

"... I suppose I don't hate his scent.." she says, she also walks off, but to the Sheriffs office, where he sits at his desk ready a newspaper. Until a voice snaps him from it.

"We need to talk."

"How the hell did you get in? Bernice? Bernice!"

"Bernice may or may not have received a call that her tabby cat Swifty is being held for ransom. My father did not kill Garrett Gates."

"Well, I have his signed confession, and he identified the saber he used to do it. Both of which I'm about to deliver to the District Attorney."

"Don't you find the timing convenient? The coroner kills himself out of remorse for a decades-old murder case the very weekend my father, your prime suspect, deigns to return to town."

"All I see is a guilty man who's finally going to pay for his crime. And cuffing him myself, oh, that was the icing on the cake." He smirks, drinking his coffee.

"If you cannot see the set up that's happening before you. You're Just as Blind as (Y/n). I found the monster's cave, and I gave you the DNA evidence. Did you even bother to test it?"

"This may come as a shock, but the world doesn't revolve around you. I did, DNA results, No match. Inconclusive."

"So you truly believe this is all some coincidence? Whoever hurt Eugene also murdered the coroner."

"Unfortunately, someone sabotaged the security camera in the morgue, so we don't know what happened. They stuck bubblegum on the lens." The sheriff said, and Wednesday remembers now.

"Black bubblegum. Maybe I should run DNA on that?" the sheriff said.

"Someone is trying to throw me off my game. This is all a distraction."

"No, this is about justice being served. Garrett Gates's family deserves closure, even if none of them are around to take comfort in it."

"What happened to them?"

"His mother hung herself in the backyard. His father drank himself to an early grave. Even his little sister didn't escape. She was orphaned, sent overseas, ended up drowning. Every last one of them's gone. Your father doesn't just have Garrett's blood on his hands, he's got the whole damn family's." the Sheriff says, wanting some semblance of Justice, even if the family weren't as, kind.

Outside, the families are enjoying activities such as frisbee and such. Enids family, well her brothers were enjoying the rough housing. (Y/n) sits with Enid, who gets a gift from her mother

"Here. I brought you a gift."

"That's so sweet. You didn't have to get me anything." Enid says smiling and takes the parchment.

"I know, but I thought we got off on the wrong foot this weekend. I just want you to know that all I want is the very best for you." she says and Enid opens it, she begins to look as it's, Brochures. For camps for Lycanthropy issues. (Y/n) obviously couldn't see it, but he felt Enids heart race and her attitude just, shift.

"What are these?"

"Brochures. For summer camp."

"These aren't just ordinary summer camps. These are camps for lycanthropy conversion."

"Oh, no need to be dramatic, Enid. You want to send me to conversion therapy for werewolves? It worked wonders for your cousin Lucille, didn't it? Seven weeks in the Balkan countryside and she was howling at the moon in no time. As it should be. Don't you want to wolf out and finally be normal, honey?" She says, Enid was about to cry, before she stood up and walked away.

"Enid? Enid!" (Y/n) stood up grabbing his cane before following into the Forest with her.

"Enid, Cmon talk to me! Pease!" He says.

"I don't want to." She replies solemnly.

"Enid, I know your mom is being a total control freak but—"

Enid stops and turns around, angry, so angry tears are forming in her eyes.

"What? That she's right? That I'm a disappointment and there's something wrong with me? I already know that (Y/n)! Everyone tells me that there's something wrong! I know I haven't Wolfed out and that makes me a failure and I'll never find a mate and I'll be alone forever!.. I...I.... Am I just a disappointment to you too?" before she can continue, it all became too much for her, and the tears were close to falling. (Y/n) just sighed, listening to her pour her heart out to him. He walks over and hugs her, Enid accepts it.

"Listen... there's nothing wrong with you being a late bloomer, anyone who thinks it's a problem is just dead wrong. You aren't a disappointment to me, to hell with anyone who says you are. But you have to stand up for yourself. Your mom wants the best for you but to ship you off to some camp is just, wrong. But she won't listen until you tell her yourself. Enid, please stand up for yourself." He says. He lets go and she wipes the tears from her eyes.

"I..I don't think I can do it by myself." She says, (Y/n) grabs her hand, and holds it calmly.

"Then I'll be there, I'll be by your side the entire way. It's what Besties do for each other, it's what family does for each other." He says with a smile, she wipes the tears and smiles strongly at him.

"Okay, okay I'll try." Enid says to (Y/n), as this happens Pugsley was sitting at a small lake. Wednesday, still wearing (Y/n)'s hoodie approaches.

"Go away."

"You forgot your fishing gear." She says as she ms carrying a small satchel.

"Stop trying to be nice. It doesn't suit you."

"Father packed your favorite bait." She says, Pugsley reaches into the bag to pull it his bait, which was a live grenade.

"What'll happen to him now?" He asks Wednesday.

"Well, he's confessed, so there won't be a trial. After he's sentenced, he'll be sent to a state penitentiary, where he'll lose his mind being separated from Mother. Did you know they haven't spent a night apart since they tied the knot?" Wednesday said.

"I always thought I'd be the first one in the family behind bars." Pugsley says sadly.

"Lurch and I had a bet going. Come on. Let's see if the fish are biting." Wednesday said, Pugsley took the pin off and lobbed the grenade into the water, it erupts under the water and fish cork rising up.

"That's quite a catch." She says.

"I'm gonna miss him, Wednesday." Pugsley said so sadly.

"It's not over yet. He's innocent."

"Well, if anyone can figure out who really committed the crime... it's you. You have to find out the truth and free Dad."

"Well, until that happens, we both know Mother will be falling apart. Which means we have to be strong. And by "we," I mean you. Now, give me one of those." Wednesday says, Pugsley hands her a grenade and she tosses one, it als explodes in the water.

"Where is Mother anyway?" Wednesday asks her brother.

"She said she wanted to be alone. Somewhere where no one would find her." he replies, and Wednesday knew exactly where to find her. Inside the secret library in Nevermore where she and (Y/n) were captured. Morticia looks around so, vividly, as if the memories of her days in Nevermore were being replayed right before her eyes, before Wednesday spoke her out of her joy.

"Hello, Mother."

"Hello, Wednesday. So you're a Nightshade. That didn't take long."

"Actually, I rejected them."

"Why? Because I was a member?"

"I'll never live up to your legacy here, so why try? I win the Poe Cup, you claimed it four times. I join the fencing team, you captained it. Why would you send me somewhere I could only ever exist in your shadow?"

"It's not a competition, Wednesday."

"Everything is a competition, Mother. But mostly I rejected them because they're a trivial social club. Or as (Y/n) would put it, a "Social Society of Self Servicing Shitheels.".. he likes Alliteration."

"We used to be so much more. Our mission was to protect outcasts from harm and bigotry. In fact, the group was started by an ancestor of your father's from Mexico. One of the first settlers in America." Mortcia says, which Wednesday adds in.

"Goody. I saw her painting at Pilgrim World."

"Oh. How ironic, since she was the one who killed Joseph Crackstone. The Nightshades were her secret, but deadly, answer to his oppression. I know why you've come here, Wednesday. So go on. Ask."

There was no hesitation, no sense of flattery in it, it was blunt, it was honest.

"Father didn't kill Garrett Gates, did he?" Wednesday asks, and Morticia reveals the harrowing truth.

"By the time I made it up the stairs, I found your father fighting for his life. It was terrifying. Garrett, no! I'll never forget the way he looked at me. He was even foaming at the mouth. It was like I was staring into the eyes of a rabid beast. It wasn't your father who picked up the sword, it was me..It was only when I heard the scream that I realized what I'd done. Your father was so... calm and brave. LTish, you need to leave right now. Go to your room and lock the door. You were never here." his words still linger within me...Your father took the blame in order to protect me. I was so grateful when they cleared him of any wrongdoing. But I knew, someday this would come back to haunt us." Morticia says, as a single tear falls down her cheek.

Wednesday considers this, and finds something, off. "You said Garrett was foaming at the mouth. His eyes didn't look human."

I've never seen someone so blinded by rage."

"Maybe it wasn't rage at all. Foaming saliva, dilated pupils, mental confusion. What are those all textbook symptoms of?" Wednesday asks her mother, who began to realize just what she's saying.

"But how can that be?" She asks, and Wednesday smirks "There's only one way to find out."

Wednesday and Morticia decide the best way to go about this, is to dig up the corpse. Inside the local cemetery, Wednesday, having the oddest smirk on her face, was digging up the grave of Garett. Morticia was there, just not helping.

"This reminds me of when you got your first grave-digging kit. You were so happy, you nearly smiled."

"Are you sure you don't want to join?" Wednesday asks, and Morticia tries to play it off.

"Uh... mm... No, that's okay, darling. I don't want to spoil your fun." she says, Wednesday continues digging until she jams her shovel into the casket.

"Moment of truth." she opens the casket and inhales the scent of death, which makes her smile so fondly. She looks upon the corpse of Garett to see hints of blue on his body.

"Hello, Garrett. I was right." She says, their late light decision was cut off by Deputy Sandiago, who catches them.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Guess there's gonna be an Addams family reunion in lockup tonight. You're both under arrest."

Wednesday and Morticia were taken into prison amd put in a cell next to Gomez

"Get comfortable. You can post bail in the morning." A deputy says, but even that couldn't down out the sound of Morticia and Gomez kissing passionately.

"I've seen jackals with more self-control than you two. Neither one of you are strong enough to serve hard time. And thanks to me, you won't have to." Wednesday begins, but her plan was quickly interrupted by an upset party.

"Seriously?" They say, Wednesday turns to (Y/n) who was let in to see her, he stands before her.

"Grave Robbing? Really?" He says, and Wednesday begins.

"What I found—"

"No." He says coldly, "Wednesday I'm all for you saving your family, but this? I don't want to see you in a jail cell. You should have turned off the headlights, made it less obvious, get a lantern. Cars make too much noise. Seriously if you're going to grave rob do it better." He says, and Wednesday was a bit, confused.

"You're not upset i desecrated a grave moreso I did it the wrong way?" She asks.

"Obviously." He says, and Wednesday almost smiled at him, but swttles for a smirk.

"I knew there was something special about you." She thinks, "So, what's your plan?" He asks, He approaches the Cell and Wednesday shows him something. She puts it in his hand and he, confused, looks at it, it was wrapping, but he opens it to a, severed decrepit finger, before (Y/n) could projectile vomit. He looks at her.

"... Wednesday, did you just put a dead man's severed finger in my hand?"

"Silence and listen, It's a souvenir from our outing. I borrowed it from Garrett. He died from nightshade poisoning. The remarkable preservation of soft tissue and blue tint confirms it. Which means Garrett was dying—"

"Before he was stabbed.." (Y/n) says, much to the relief of Morticia and Gomez, but (Y/n) thinks. "But why would Garett have nightshade? And why did he have it?"

"I had a vision when I snapped his finger off"

"Gross—"

"I said silence..The night Garrett died, he had a vial of nightshade poison that broke in his pocket. He wasn't just trying to kill father. He was going to use the nightshade poison to murder the entire school." She explains, "This information will be enough to exonerate my father and mother, and me." Wednesday said. (Y/n), very reluctantly clenched the finger and places it in his pocket.

"And I know just the guy to blackmail."

(Y/n) stands before the Mayor, who's son (Y/n) assaulted and who retaliated by trying to Carrie his dance with Wednesday.

"Thank you for seeing me at such short notice, Mr. Mayor."

"Yes, well, veiled threats have that effect."

"Well I suppose it's down to Business," he tosses the wrapper finger at the mayor who catches and opens it. "Garrett Gates wasn't killed by a stab wound. That blue sheen is a sign of nightshade poisoning. But you already knew that, didn't you? Because back when you were sheriff, you were in charge and covered it up, weren't you?" (Y/n) asks. The Mayor scowls.

"Ansel Gates hated outcasts and Nevermore. He claimed the land the school was built on was stolen from his family over 200 years ago. Garrett went there that night to spike the punch and kill all the kids at that dance. Ansel confessed the whole thing to me in a drunken stupor. It was his idea."

"So Why did you instruct Dr. Anwar to falsify the autopsy report?" (Y/n) said. "You knew the truth about how he really died."

"Listen, my job was to keep the peace. If there had been a trial, Jericho's and Nevermore's reputations would have been trashed."

"Trashed? So you care more about the reputation of this town than the truth that there are people out here who hate people like me? You hiding the truth is just as bad as Garett, to me you're just as responsible."

"I resent your implication."

"Oh, you resent it? Well you're going to definitely resent it when I tell all of Nevermore the truth, including your coverup and if I do, Jericho and Nevermore will never be the same.." (Y/n) says, the mayor is literally caught by the neck in this, and he gives in.

"What do you want?" he says.

I want All charges dropped against The Addams family, Gomez, Morticia and Wednesday to be released immediately with a full and unequivocal apology from the sheriff's office. Do we have a deal?" He asks with a smirk, "Or I could go to the press, I know a really good lawyer." (Y/n) smiles, and the mayor is forced to give in.

The family was released and outside, thanks were given, mostly to (Y/n) who just smiles softly. Being hugged by Gomez and Morticia like hes their own. Morticia turns to her daughter.

"I'm sorry you didn't feel you could tell me. I know we've had our difficulties lately. Navigating the treacherous shoals of our mother-daughter relationship. But I'm always here for you, Wednesday." She says, and Wednesday takes a sharp breath.

"Always. Sometimes when I touch someone or something, I get these very violent glimpses from the past or future. I don't know how to control it."

"Our psychic ability resides on the spectrum of who we are." Morticia explains, "Given my disposition, my visions tend to be positive. That makes me a Dove."

"And for someone like me? Who sees the world through a darker lens?"

"You're a Raven. Your visions are more potent, more powerful. But without the proper training, they can lead to madness. If I could help you, I would, Wednesday. But we're not trained by the living. Somebody from our bloodline reaches out from beyond to help us when we're ready."

"Goody has. I've seen her before."

"Be careful, Wednesday. Goody was a witch of great strength, but her vengeance pushed her too far, and even she couldn't save herself." Morticia says, and Wednesday takes those words to her cold heart.

They return to Nevermore, and (Y/n) finds Enid and family, she and (Y/n) face each other and walk over to her parents.

"So, it's decided. Six weeks at Camp Howl. You'll need to pick which activity—" she begins, and he nods to Enid.

"No, I don't. Because I'm not going. Not this summer. Not ever. If I'm meant to wolf out, then I'm going to do it on my own timeline and not yours. I hope that one day, you'll finally accept me for who I am." Enid said, and Her mother was a bit taken aback but smiles, she walks off.

"See?" Told you it would work." He says, they turn around to her father, a tall stout man who just nods approvingly.

"I'm proud of you, Kiddo. And thank you." He says to Enid and (Y/n), before hugging them both, and leaving. Wednesday says her goodbyes to her family as Pugsley hugs her for too long.

"Don't push it."

"Well, at least we can't say Parents' Weekend wasn't a nail-biter." Gomez says hugging Wednesday.

"I knew you didn't have what it takes to be a murderer."

"As much as that stings, gracias, my little death trap." He says, and Morticia steps up.

"As I leafed through the pages of this yearbook, I was reminded of all the wonderful times I had here. But they were just that. Mine. You have your own path to blaze. I don't want to be a stranger in your life, darling. If you need me for anything, anything at all, I'm only a crystal ball away."

"Thank you, Mother." Wednesday replies, and Morticia hands her the book before leaving, Wednesday opens it, flipping though the pages and a shocking realization comes to her. She storms off to the headmaster and on her way spots (Y/n) laughing with Enids brothers, She, without skipping a beat yanks him by the wrist.

"W-Wednesday! What's wrong!"

"Rowan never left! It was Weems!" She says, which confuses (Y/n) but he follows as she storms into her office.

"I knew it. I did witness Rowan getting murdered that night."

"Excuse me?" Weems asks.

"When Rowan appeared the next morning, it was you. When you participated in the talent show, not only did you impersonate Judy Garland, you became her. You're a shape-shifter." Wednesdays said, which stuns (Y/n).

"Principal weems is this true?"

"That's a fascinating theory." Weems says, "I'm curious to find out how Sheriff Galpin feels when I tell him." Wednesday replies, and (Y/n) steps up.

"You lied about Rowan's death, his parents, the world! They deserve to know—" before he can continue, Weems rose from her chair, she was obviously tall being cover six feet tall.

"You won't tell a soul Mister Healy, Miss Addams. And it wouldn't matter much if you did. Rowan's father already knows what happened, and he fully supports my decision not to involve the authorities."

"Why would he agree to that?" Wednesdays asked.

"Because Rowan was not in his right mind. His telekinetic abilities were driving him mad and he attempted to murder you twice. His tragic death allowed us to rectify the situation without casting the school or Rowan in an unflattering light."

"You and Mayor Walker are the same, aren't you?Burying bodies to cover your dirty secrets!" (Y/n) says, actually disgusted by this.

"I did what I needed to do to shield this school from controversy and protect its students from harm."

"Tell that to Eugene. How are you protecting him?"

Wednesday fires back, (Y/n) was all for it, before sending an, off warmth. He turns to the window and approaches, Weems and Wednesday follow to see the harrowing sight. Flames, burning on the Nevermore lawn and the words "Fire Will Rain" etched deeply into the ground, only a symbol of the horrors yet to come.

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Bitterly Beautiful, Part 3

Part 3: “Do You See what I see?”

"Let's assess this situation, shall we? There's Bag over my head for, whatever reason. My wrists tied tight enough to cut off circulation, and no idea if I'm going to live or die. Wednesday is probably upset I somehow didn't see this coming, as Corny as that was."

(Y/n) and Wednesday sit side by side in chairs, bound by rope and Bagged. Their bags are removed. They're still within the library, surrounded by masked and cloaked individuals.

"Hmmm, what's the best response, a cry for help? A plead for a deal? Perhaps I'll yell at them to let us go, oh! I have it!" He thinks and spoke up.

"Just a word of advice before you guys do another kidnapping, it's pretty offensive to put a bag over the head of a guy who can't see to begin with. Be better." He says, and one of the members steps up.

"Who dares breach our inner sanctum?" They say.

"You can take the mask off, Bianca." Wednesday said, and Bianca removes her mask.

"Ah, I knew that voice had a distinct bitchy tone."

"And just like that, my hopes were dashed against the rocks of bitter disappointment. My foe was no psychotic killer. More like a bunch of high school clowns." Wednesday thought. "Wait, I preferred you with it on."

"How did you get down here?"

"I tracked the watermark to the Poe statue." Wednesday said.

"Then I solved the riddle to get in here." (Y/n) chimes in.

"Wait, there's a riddle? I thought we just snapped twice." One member asks.

"Wow, this is probably the least threatening group of Kidnappers i have ever seen, it's not many I've seen but still."

"Well, aren't you the brightest in the bunch?"

"The Nightshades are an elite social club." Bianca said, and Xavier steps up, revealing he himself is also one with Ajax and others. "Emphasis on elite."

"We have roof parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny-dip."

"And Yoko's an amateur mixologist. She makes a killer virgin mojito. It can get pretty wild."

"Wow. Do you guys even have a bedtime?" Wednesday said. "Last I heard, the Nightshades had been disbanded."

"Yeah, the group kind of lost its charter 30 years ago after some normie kid died." Xavier adds in.

"But we have a lot of wealthy alumni, so Weems looks the other way as long as nobody makes any waves." Yoko said.

"Someone like Rowan?" Wednesday asked.

"We booted that loser last semester. Question is, what are we gonna do with them? Only members are allowed in this library." One asks, and Xavier steps up next to them.

"I say we invite them to pledge. They're both legacies, Especially (Y/n), son of King Buarainech, the last leader of the Fomorians."

"After the crap they pulled in the Poe Cup, there's no way in hell. We talk about not making waves? She's a tsunami and he's just a thunderstorm brewing."

"Just because I beat you at your own game? Let me save you the trouble. I'm not interested in joining." Wednesday said.

"You're seriously turning us down?" One asks.

"Can you believe it?" Wednesday responds coldly.

"Untie her."

"I freed myself five minutes ago." Wednesday stands up, showing her untied rope.

"It's amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name. Anyway when you're done with toying with the Bootleg Secret Society (Y/n), I'll be waiting." Wednesday left, they stood there, looking a bit dumb, only the silence to be halted off by laughing. (Y/n)'s subsequently.

"That girl.. she's a force of nature.." he says smiling, he sighs eventually and cracks his neck.

"As much as I'd enjoy the parties and Skinny dipping, I'd rather do that by myself than a bunch of rich elitism bearing assholes, so...Go dtuga gaotha Sídhe saor m'anam."

A gust hits his bindings and unties him, he stands up and dusts himself off. He heads upstairs, leaving the elite looking even more dumbfounded.

"There were so many threads to my investigation, I could weave a burial shroud. I still have no idea how Rowan mysteriously rose from the dead. Or why that monster is prowling the woods. But right now, nothing intrigues me more than this book. If I'm going to be responsible for Nevermore's demise, the question is, why am I sharing this apocalypse with a pilgrim?"

The Next Morning Rose Like an undead zombie , early and still. Students stand in the courtyard to gather for what Principal Weems has to say, (Y/n) arrives as Enid drags him along out of bed.

"All students will report for their volunteer jobs at 10:00 a.m. sharp, followed by a community lunch at 1:00. As you know, this year Outreach Day culminates in a very special event, the dedication of a new memorial statue in the town square, which will also include performances by Nevermore students." She begins, while (Y/n) and Enid catch up.

"So, what's the deets between you and Wednesday?" She asks, her interest in his relationships was, off putting a bit.

"I.. haven't a faintest clue what you mean." He says acting dumb

"You can't play dumb, your best asset is that you're insanely Smart and like, Super Hot. Like a tragic poet. But seriously everyone sees you prowling around with her." Enid says, and has a hint of jealousy in her voice. "We haven't been spending as much time together." She says and he lets out a soft sigh.

"I know, sorry about that, I'm just showing her the ropes and, admittedly she isn't as bad as i thought she would have been. She can be absolutely terrifying but I mean who can't? You can be pretty scary when the Kittys claws come out." He says, which is reassuring to Enid.

"Well, at least I know I'm not losing my Bestie." She says warmly and takes his hand. Wednesday tilts her attention towards it, watching.

"Of course not, we can hang out after Outreach day. I'll smooth everything over with Ajax for you too, he's not as, cloud minded as i thought." He says, they're approached by another school member and handed Pamphlets, Enid opens hers and squeaks a bit.

"Yes! Yes! I got Pilgrim World. I have natural people skills and a love of performing, so it's kind of the obvi choice." She says, he hands her his and she checks it. "You got it too! This is perfect! All we need is Wednesday—"

As if speaking the Devils name and she appears, Wednesday approaches them as she’s watching their very... friendly, interaction.

"Wednesday, What'd you get?" Enid asks.

"Uriah's Heap, whatever that is." She replies.

"Ew. It's this weird, creepy antique store." Enid explains, (Y/n) taps his cane on the ground.

"It actually had some pretty neat stuff, it's where I got my cane, You'll love it though." He said, they're shuttled to Jericho, they depart off the bus and to their respective locations, but Wednesday approaches Enid with an offer.

"Enid. Switch volunteer assignments."

"What? No. Uriah's Heap is definitely not my bag."

"It's an emergency. I need to check out Pilgrim World." Wednesday says, and Enid frowns at her.

"You know you can go a day without (Y/n), it's toxic to get so dependent on someone." Enid says, trying to help Wednesday, who was actually a bit stunned by that. Her jaw locks and she stiffens up a bit, keeping her emotions in check but internally boiling at the thought of her and (Y/n), Together? Perhaps it's anger, Perhaps it's embarrassment, perhaps it's wanting. Wednesday, as usual, shoves her emotions down deep and calms herself.

"(Y/n) and I work a professional relationship to investigate something, nothing more. Nothing less." Wednesday said through her gritting teeth. Enid just sighs.

"Denial is the first Symptom, of Love Struck-itis." Enid says, much to the annoyance of Wednesday

"Why would I agree to spend the entire day at some dumpy emporium of crapola?" She said, and Wednesday offers her a very enticing offer.

"Because Ajax is volunteering there. Thing sneaked a peek at his assignment. But if you're not interested..."

"No! Oh my God, thank you. You're the best!" Enid takes it and runs off, Wednesday heads to pilgrim World with an awaiting (Y/n) he turns to Wednesday, sending the dread approaching.

"Hey, want to take a Pilgrim group photo?" He Says Smiling, which Wednesday just stares daggers at him.

"Guess not." He says shrugging. They're interrupted by a woman dressed as such a pilgrim.

"Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin. I am Mistress Arlene. A real OC..." she begins, which confuses most. "Original colonist. Now prithee, put your cell phones on vibrate and make haste, for you are about to travel back in time to the year of our Lord 1625, to Jericho's first pilgrim settlement. Yonder. Behold, the meeting house. Inside is a collection of artifacts related to Jericho's most beloved and pious founder, Joseph Crackstone. And beyond is our privy, America's first gender-neutral restroom."

"I haveth a query." Wednesday chirps up from the ground, standing by the wayside with (Y/n), who feigned interest.

"Pray, be quick, child." She replies.

"In the meeting house, which of Joseph Crackstone's artifacts are on display?"

"It is truly a treasure trove, including original farm tools, tableware, even the Crackstone family chamber pot."

"Riveting" (Y/n) said sarcastically.

"I volunteer to work in there." Wednesday says.

"Pray, no. That exhibit is being renovated. Today, thou will all be working at the beating heart of Pilgrim World." She says and Leads them to a building, with a sign (Y/n) looks up towards.

"...So, what does it say?" He asks Wednesday.

"I'm not your personal eyes." She says with her cold classic demeanor.

"Please?" He asks, turning up his cuteness, which just makes Wednesday want to vomit. She scoffs.

"Only to make you stop making those faces, it says "Ye Olde Fudgery"..More like ye olde diabetes in a box."

"Volunteers, prick up thine ears. Fudge is the lifeblood of our humble community. And samples equal sales, so grab a uniform and a box and make our forefathers proud." The woman hands the two uniforms of that of ancient pilgrims. The two look at them and take them, reluctantly the two dress as pilgrims and prepare to serve the people, Wednesday, being as creepy as she usually is, prepares blocks of fudge and speaks in fluent German.

"Enjoy your "authentic" pilgrim fudge made with cacao beans procured by the oppressed indigenous people of the Amazon. All proceeds go to uphold this pathetic whitewashing of American history. Also, fudge wasn't invented for another 258 years. Any takers?" She says offering to the German tourists, who do not take it, she takes this opportunity to walk off, and find her partner in crime, which (Y/n) was using a knife to, with scary precision, cut blocks of Fudge into tiny squares, he halts as he sensed Wednesday. Her lack of Heartbeat and Cold aura was easily detectable.

"So, enjoying Tormenting Tourists?" He said and jams the knife into the table, she stands there.

"Come with me, there is something we need to investigate."

"Hm, I thought you were flying solo." He said, "You know, no friends and that." He said and Wednesday looks at him, no hesitation in her eyes.

"As Annoying, egotistical, overbearing and as much of a nuisance as you are, you're valuable to the investigation." She says, he smiles and walks over to her, and with no fear in his heart, pats her head, which causes her to scowl at him.

"Thanks Shortie... okay, lead away." He says, they sneak away as (Y/n) follows.

"So, besides you hating everything about me, why do you tag me along?"

"You remind me of my brother, sans the desire to strangle him every waking moment. Now follow me. I need to know more about this Crackstone. We have a meeting house to break into." she says and they get to a door, Wednesday, using a hairpin picks the lock and the door opens, they slowly open it and peer inside, they step in and close themselves in to investigate the old museum, which has glass displays of items back from that time, even a statue of Crackstone.

"My grandmother once told me secrets are like zombies... they never truly die. I'm not sure what secret Crackstone is hiding, but I have a strange feeling the answers to my future lie in the past." Wednesday says, the two look around, his hands slide across something, it's indented, he can make out words.

"The Old Meeting House, 1625. Wednesday.." he says, she walks over to see it.

"(Y/n), this is the girl I've seen . She's even holding the same book. That black one she had outside Crackstone's crypt." Wednesday says, they turn around and (Y/n) turns around to a display case. Wednesday peers into it.

"This is the book! Codex Umbrarum. That's Latin for "Book of Shadows." She says, she opens the case and picks it up, flipping through it, which the pages are blank.

"They're Blank, the pages."

"Hm.. sounds like my kind of book." (Y/n) said.

"It's a fake. I don't know who Etsy is, but I doubt she was an outcast settler." Wednesday said, (Y/n) folds his arms.

"Cheap Props then, where the real one?" He asks, before the door bursts open.

"Just what the fudge are you two doing in here?" She said, glaring at the two.

"Mistress Arlene. How now?" Wednesday said.

"How now, indeed. I proclaimed the meeting house is under repair. I know thoust heard me."

"mistress, We're simply dying to learn more about Crackstone." (Y/n) says trying to Wesel his way out of it,

"Yes, and this display case was already open."

"That book's a replica."

"You don't say." Wednesday said sarcastically.

"The original was stolen last month during the two o'clock witch trial."

"It was probably the only authentic thing you have in here, yet you still charge $29.95 a ticket?"

"Hold thy tongue. I'm reassigning you both. To fudge-churning duty." She said to them, (Y/n) shrugs.

"Fine."

"The original meeting house, the one in that painting, where is it?" Wednesday asks, and the Mistress finally drops her Gimmick.

"How the hell should I know? I only moved here from Scottsdale in April." She says, and sends them off to churning, which they easily escape from as well, changing attire, the two head off to the cafe.

"So, were leaving again?"

"I deserted it while my sanity was still intact." Wednesday said, "Okay, then what are we here for?" He asks.

"I'm actually here for Tyler."

"Tyler? You mean the Normie working there, why talk to him?" He asks, and Wednesday cuts him down.

"Who I speak to is my business." she says; they stop at the door and (Y/n) just scoffs, "Fine, do what you need to do then, I'll be waiting." He says, "Outside." He sits at a bench, not wanting to go in. Wednesday enters to find Tyler and Xavier.

"Want the usual?" Tyler asks approaching.

"And some help. You know the original pilgrim meeting house, the one from the 1600s? You know if it's still around?" Wednesday pulls out a map of Jericho and places it upon a table.

"What's left is out in Cobham Woods, but it's pretty much a ruin."

"Show me." She said, and he put his finger on the map.

"Uh... There, but, look, it's kind of sketchy. Squatters and meth heads use that place as a crash pad. My dad has it cleared out every couple weeks. What's this about?"

"Nothing."

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

"Would you rather I develop an obsession with horses and boy bands? Thank you for the help."

"Hey, listen, the ruins are kind of tricky to find. I could take you this afternoon. My shift ends at 2:00." Tyler ask, Wednesday does consider it, "Principal Weems would hang, draw and quarter me if I miss the big statue dedication. And as enticing as that sounds, I'd prefer to keep a low profile. Besides, I know my way around the great outdoors."

"Don't tell me you were a Girl Scout."

"I could eat Girl Scouts for breakfast. I have an uncle who went to prison for that." She says before leaving, she exits the Cafe where (Y/n) continues to sit, listening to the wind rolls along the sky. He feels someone stand in front of him, but he ignores her.

"Ready?"

"..." he began to ignore Thrace raven haired girl.

"You haven't gone deaf as well? You'd be useless at that point."

"No, I have not." He replies, Wednesday frowns slightly.

"You’d do your best to Cheer up, your smile is your only appeasing feature." She says, he scoffs at it but laughs.

"God aren't you just the charmer." He says before standing up.

"Okay, where to Short stuff." He asks, and (Y/n) and Wednesday leave, trudging through the forest, their journey comes to An end, finally entering a rundown burned down, building. Thing exits Wednesday backpack to assist searching.

"So, how do you know that you're going to destroy Nevermore exactly?" (Y/n) asks.

"A vision I had, from what I understand my, mother had them as well." Wednesday explains, but the two find nothing.

"Hm, empty..." he says.

"I was expecting more too."

Who "you talking to, little girl?" A man says. The two turn around to an obviously homeless man, long beard and disheveled look.

"Use "little" and "girl" to address me again and I can't guarantee your safety."

"This is my place. Get out!" The man yells, Wednesday turns left to (Y/n), "(Y/n), a hand here?" She says he sighs and walks over and picks up a leaf, he crushes the leaves into a dust.

"Go dtuga Do Bhrionglóidí Oíche Uafásach Ifrinn ar ceal." He says calmly and blows them in the man's face, he tries to swat it away, before all he sees is Fire, his arms; legs, hair all ablaze, he screams and runs out of the place. But to Wednesday, (Y/n) simply blew clumps of crushed leaves into his face and he ran away.

"What did you just do?" She asks.

"I put a hex on him, making him believe he's on fire. Good thing about being a Fomorian is you learn how to curse people at a young age."

"Curses? Hexes? You must Teach me that."

"I'm not teaching you how to curse people, if I did you'd just curse anyone that's a minor inconvenience to you to death." He says, "Anyway. Can't you just touch something and a vision occurs?"

"No, I can't just touch something. My visions seem to happen spontaneously." Wednesday says.

"Okay... why not ask your Mom? If she had visions before." (Y/n) says, and Thing agrees:

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

"Sounds like you just don't want to try." He says, which raises the ire of Miss Addams.

"Oh, you want me to prove it to you?" She says and begins to touch things.

"No. Nothing. Ah, I bet this will give us some real insight." She holds up a Taco Bell bag and shakes it at (Y/n) who folds his arms.

"Well jokes on you, i can't read that anyway." He says smugly, Wednesdays scoffs at him and walks back to the gate.

"My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks." She says and touches the door; her body looks like it was struck by lightning, she stiffens like a corpse in Rigor Mortis. (Y/n) quickly rushes to her before she falls on the ground; and he holds her, like the Corpse of a Bride.

"Wednesday? Wednesday can you hear me? Thing! What's happening?!" He yells; Thing makes motions but (Y/n) shakes his head.

"I know I know!" He yells; and a storm begins to brew.

"We gotta get out of here, I hope you're okay Wednesday." He says as he walks with her in his arms, her vision was much more vivid; this time she was in a completely different place, watching a mob of pilgrims surround a woman.

"Burn her! Burn her!"

"Devil spawn! Devil spawn!"

"Beast! Witch! Repent! Begone! Witch!"

"Stand aside!" A voice bellows through the crowd, adorned with fire and pitchforks, they split like the Red Sea to the founding father, Joseph Crackstone.

"Goody Addams! You have been judged before God and found guilty. You are a witch, a sorceress, Lucifer's mistress herself. For your sins, you will burn this night, and suffer the flames of eternal hellfire." He says, and they cheer, Goody looks at him. As her resemblance to Wednesday was uncanny; besides the blonde hair, she was picture perfect.

"I am innocent. It is you, Joseph Crackstone, that should be tried. We were here before you, living in harmony with nature and the native folk. But you have stolen our land. You have slaughtered the innocent. You have robbed us of our peaceful spirit. You are the true monster. All of you!" she yells, and he laughs at her falsehoods.

"You are abominations in the Devil's grip! I will not stop till I have expunged this New World of every outcast. Godless creatures! Set it ablaze!" He yells, they drag Goody to a building and toss her inside and locks her within. Wednesday follows and sees Goody look around, and she sees someone, a man who looks eerily similar to (Y/n) she rushes to his side.

"Cianán! Cianán!" She says, his weary head looks up, but it was obvious from the dark rings around his eyes, something happened. She grasps his wrists.

"There's no time, my Love. Leave me. Save yourself. He's chained us all to the floor." He says, Goody sees the bindings upon his wrist. "Crackstone, he laid black tar upon my eyes, I cannot see any more." His heartbroken Irish accent whispered sadness into her ears.

"I shan't leave without you." Goody grasps him, holding him so desperately. Her hands raise and gently grasp the sides of his chin. Tears flow solemnly down her cheeks.

"I shall only be a burden, Please. My Sweet Goody, Run. Run as fast as you can. You are our only hope." He said, his hands rose and gently took her wrists, She leaned into his face and laid her lips upon his, a long kiss of farewells, he whispers gently into her ears.

"I mBás, beidh grá agam duit i gcónaí"

And Goody leaves, escaping as flames dance along the building. Even now she's longing for the embrace of her love, Wednesday watches their kiss and departure, but smoke begins to fill her lungs, and she finds herself surrounded in the dark, mist swoons the ground and Goody runs up to her:

"He won't stop until he's killed us all! He's here." She runs, and Wednesday turns around to Crackstone staring her down.

"There will be no escape for you!" He yells and trips her up, she falls back and awakens from her vision, she lies on the ground, wet. She sits up to see herself not within the broken down building, but a small bear cave and a lit fire next to her body to attempt to warm her up, it was (Y/n) who was also wet.

"Back?" He asks, Wednesday stood up and looked around.

"Rainfall, had to drag my Corpse Bride to safely... that's you." He said, "Thing helped." He adds in, thing is sitting next to (Y/n) on the back of his palm. He can feel the slight shiver on her body and he tosses another piece of wood into the flames.

"You're shivering, Cmon sit." He says and Wednesday opens her mouth to speak.

"Look, before you say anything, just shut up and let me help you. It's not wrong to ask people for help, and if you think I'm somehow a threat then you're probably as blind as I am." He says, Wednesday stares at him, but then slowly obliges and sits next to him, warming herself in the flames.

"So, saw anything in your Vision?" He asks.

"The girl from my visions. Her name is Goody Addams, and I believe she's my ancestor from 400 years ago." she explains, the rain pours, but Wednesdays focus was on the shadow that rushes past the entrance. Wednesday gives chase and (Y/n) stands up.

"W-Wednesday? Wednesday!" He yells, he runs after her, barely able to keep up. He finally reaches her as she's kneeling down.

"What are you looking at?" He says. And She stands up and turns to him.

"The monster is human. Its tracks turned from monster prints to human ones." She explains, (Y/n) kneels down and feels only water.

"Hm.. that's just water to me. I can't smell anything the waters washed the scent away... your visions, When did they start?"

"About a year ago. When they happen, it feels like I'm touching live wire. I usually enjoy that sensation."

"Yeah, but you can't control it and that freaks you out, doesn't it?" He says, "What could you possibly know about me?" Wednesday said.

"You like to be in control of everything, your life, your feelings, so when something comes in that changes it, you push it away, out of the fear of something you can't control. You're a force of nature... it's terrifying and, at the same time, I can't keep my.. heh, eyes off of it." He says, tuning his attention to Wednesday, there was silence between them, a slight bloom of emotion came from Wednesday, but she quickly buried those feelings.

"Anyway, your visions seem, erratic, I don't think we can trust them."

"I saw Joseph Crackstone in front of me as clearly as I'm seeing you now. He gathered all the outcasts in the meeting house and burned them alive."

"It was 400 years ago, what does that have to do with you?"

"Rowan's drawing. Crackstone was standing in the quad."

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

"Are you mansplaining my power?"

"Is me saving you from a creepy old man "Man-Saving" or is that just me doing my job? All I'm saying is that you can't rely on things you can't always be sure of." He said.

"I believe Rowan was right. Something bad is going to happen, and I need to stop it. Starting with that monster. Whoever it is."

Wednesday and (Y/n) finally reach Nevermore and Wednesday poses a question.

"You Speak Gaelic." She says.

"Gaelic Irish, Yes."

"When I was having my vision, someone said something I want you to Translate: "I mBás, beidh grá agam duit i gcónaí" Wednesday Said, relaying the words Goodys lover one said to her, (Y/n) takes these words and seemingly processes them in his head, his hard ass demeanor slowly fades.

"If my translation is correct, and it usually is... the person said. "In Death, I will love you always." He says, meaning the final words Cianán said to his lover Goody, is that even in his death he will love her in the after life. Wednesday begins to consider things much, drastically. Could history be repeating itself? And could the Man talking to her end up dying for her? For his Love? Will She end up falling for him and watching him suffer a miserable death all the same?

"Hello? Earth to Wednesday?" He asks, she finally looks at him and he asks again.

"Who said it? The message." He asks, and Wednesday kept her deadpan expression.

"I don't know, I couldn't make out their face." She replies, (Y/n) shrugs and decides to trust he, as scary as that was, the end of the is slowly rolling in and students arrive at the heart of Jericho for the celebration, stufende gather and specifically for the music presentation. (Y/n) and Wednesday walk together towards the gather.

"I thought nothing scared me, but that was before I stared into the eyes of Joseph Crackstone. I don't believe in heaven or hell. But I do believe in revenge. I usually serve it warm with a side of pain, but I've never faced an adversary cast in bronze"

(Y/n) sits down, and Enid scoots over to be next to him, he smiles and they watch and or listen to the Mayor as he stands before a podium, a statue and outdoor fountain combination, made of striking bronze.

"Thank you. It is my honor to celebrate our town's history and Jericho's noble forefather, Joseph Crackstone. Now, he believed that with a happy heart and an open ear, there was nothing our town couldn't achieve. So together as one, our community and our friends at Nevermore Academy, we've built a monument to celebrate his memory. Now, may the spirit of Joseph Crackstone be memorialized for eternity." The Mayor Says, and the class begins to do a rendition of "Don't Stop" by Fleetwood Mac, A Water Like liquid begins move within it, splitting out like said fountain. (Y/n)'s nose crinkles up.

"Enid..do you smell that?"

"No, is it my breath?" She asks panicked, "I was really close to Ajax and I hope it didn't—"

"No, you're fine, it's odd it smells like—"

Before his nose could discover the origin of the scent, a flash of burning heat washed over him like a fuming blanket. He couldn't make it out perfectly but he could easily tell that the statue was burning. Students ran, teachers and adults struggled to understand what was going on. What cut though most of the screaming was music, (Y/n) tried to understand where it was coming from, and he eventually did as the harrowing strings of Vivaldi's "Winter" bellows from the side, he can only imagine that's it's coming from one person. Wednesday Addams, and it all slowly began to piece together who was behind this, while it couldn't be proven. (Y/n) wasn't the only person to figure this all out. Weems, who dragged Wednesday into her office was more than upset, she was enthralled with rage.

"That was a disaster. The mayor is furious! I've lost count of the angry phone calls, emails, and people in the town, alumni and parents. They want answers and so do I."

"I would lead the inquisition, but I left my thumbscrews and rack at home."

"Miss Addams... you're already on thin ice. Wafer-thin ice. I swear on my late scorpion's soul, my hands are clean." she said, which is only partly true. As the only "Hand" involved was Thing.

"I may not have hard evidence, but I see you. You're a trouble magnet." Weems glares at the child, who stands up, literally for herself.

LIf trouble means standing up to lies, decades of discrimination, centuries of treating outcasts like second-class citizens or worse..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Jericho. Why does this town even have an Outreach Day? Don't you know its real history with outcasts? The actual story of Joseph Crackstone?" Wednesdays asks, and Weems frowns, admittedly nodding.

"I do. To an extent."

"Then why be complicit in its cover up? Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.

"That's where you and I differ. Where you see doom, I see opportunity. Maybe this is a chance to rewrite the wrongs, to start a new chapter in the normie-outcast relations."

"Nothing has changed since Crackstone. They still hate us. Only now they sugarcoat it with platitudes and smiles. If you're unwilling to fight for truth—"

"You don't think I want the truth? Of course I do. But the world isn't always black and white. There are shades of gray. Maybe for you.

"But it's either they write our story or we do. You can't have it both ways."

"...You're exhausting." Weems sighs, but Wednesday hasn't moved an inch.

"I know."

"..Goodnight, Miss Addams. But you should know... I don't tire easily." Weems says, before Wednesday is excused back to her room. Wednesday types on her vintage Typewriter, as on the other side of the room Enid was trying on clothes, as (Y/n) was sitting on her bed, helping her choose. Enid shows different styles one of a pot heirs of colors.

"Too much?" She asks.

"So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD. I didn't even get to do my dance routine."

"Wow, What a tragedy." (Y/n) says.

"What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event?" Enid asks, (Y/n) slyly smirks and shrugs.

"You're going to be late." (y/n) says as she gets dressed, Enid gives him a reassuring hug.

"Wish me luck."

"If he breaks your heart I'll curse him and his family for all eternity." He says and Enid leaves, (Y/n) and Wednesday are alone together. He lets out a sigh and turns to face her.

"So, gonna Just act like you didn't Blow the statue up?" He says as he approaches her, she continues to type. "Weems was pretty ticked off, angriest I've seen her in a while. So I have to ask, why?" He says. Wednesday continues to type, not paying attention to him.

"To Send a message, I don't believe in mandatory volunteer work, sugar-coated history, or happy endings, but most of all... I don't believe in coincidences. To paraphrase Agatha Christie, one coincidence is just a coincidence, two are a clue....and three are proof. Rowan's drawing of me and Crackstone happens sometime in the future. Goody Addams' warnings about Crackstone were in the past. And the monster is here in the present. Three coincidences that I know are connected. That monster could be anyone. The sheriff thinks they only exist behind the walls of this school. The truth is, there are monsters everywhere. And sometimes the monsters we least suspect are the most dangerous. They don't need teeth and claws to terrify. They hide in the shadows until no one is looking. And then they strike. But I'm looking now. And I won't stop until I find the truth." She says euch such intensity, she truly believes in herself and her words, and (Y/n) feels, confidence in that.

“I mean I get that you want to figure this all out, but you have to be more careful. And try and play nice with others.” He said.

"And if I don't?" Wednesday said, still working and tapping.

"Then I'll be forced to... Hmm. punish you." He said, and he could hear Wednesday scoff dryly.

"What could a blind warlock possible do to—" she says, before Wednesdays face freezes up like ice, her entire body stuff, and she just stares forward. She felt the warm arms and body of (Y/n) as he snuck up behind her for a soft hug. Wednesday had never been hugged, her intimidation was more than enough to keep most people away, but then again, (Y/n) really isn't "Most People".

“See? I know your weakness, Human interaction.” he laughed for a moment, before he can even say her name; Wednesday had him pinned down on the ground, full Mount with a pair of sharp pointed scissors aimed at him, she gripped them hard, and with her other hand she tightly grasped his shirt. Despite her petite form and body she was surprisingly well built and versatile.

"Tell me why, I shouldn't kill you.. Right now." Wednesday voice had no emotion, cold and for most to hear would be absolutely terrifying. But (Y/n) just laughed a bit, his focus was on her, even if he couldn't see.

"I told you I could get you, you know when we got captured by that Society, I told them that you.. Wednesday are a force of nature, and.. it's amazing. You're amazing.." He says, which somehow cools her boiling rage and for the first time in her life Wednesday Addams, is embarrassed; and the tiniest hint of red was on her pale skin, she stands up, getting off of him and tosses her scissors down near his neck.

"Leave, Now." She says, she turns around and he just stands up, Chuckling.

"Okay, okay, sorry for upsetting you... I'll see you tomorrow?" He asks. Hopeful.

"....I'll consider it." She replies and he smiles a bit wider.

"Well..be seeing you, Miss Addams." He said as he leaves the room, letting Wednesday have a shaky sigh. She looks at her hands, and clenches them, wondering one thing.

"What is this.. odd feeling in her heart?"

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