#weems legacy

[lemontreesims]

More and more people are leaving the graduation hall, but Toby has one last thing he wants to do before they head home.

Toby: ...Will you marry me?

#weems legacy #lepacy challenge #ts3 #the sims 3 #weems2 #tobias weems #sims 3 #lepacy #the sun sets so early in winter... #I think that's Blair Wainwright

[f1zzlesims]

accurate as of 29/9/2023

current family tree!!! :}

#weem sims #the sims 4 #sims 4 generations #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #ts4 #my sims #sim family tree

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 17: Oh Gods, She's Wearing Pants (NSFW)

Summary: Working at the Weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

I'm backkkk! Sorry this update took so long, I started a new job a few weeks ago and it has been a hugeee adjustment. But have some smut from this lil shrimp 🦐✨

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Chapter 16

Cross Posted on AO3 Here

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Life was actually looking up. You had been seeing Dr. Kinbott every other week to help work through the plethora of issues you had. On top of that Vlad was still getting you moving every day (you low-key hated him for it). He had also taken it upon himself to teach you everything he knew of vampire history. Sometimes you weren’t sure whether he was embellishing some of the stories or if vampire history was that insane.

Sometimes Yoko would tag along, more often than not to help him teach you how to use some of your vampire powers. You snorted the first time Vlad referred to them as that and then nearly died when he moved from one end of the room to right in front of you in the blink of an eye to glare down at you.

The one ‘vampire power’ you had the most control over was your sudden acquisition of fuckin epic strength. And by most control you mean you had to learn super quickly how not to rip every door you opened off its hinges.

Your other abilities weren’t anywhere near refined. Yoko had been trying to teach you how to use your enhanced speed which you had managed once before ending up smashing into a wall. You were fine, the wall however did suffer. (yet another wall that is a victim of your new powers. Rip.)

Since you didn’t know who your family was or where you came from both Vlad and Yoko had explained that you may have other abilities if you came from what they called a Legacy family. Apparently, they can have some super sick extra powers like hypnosis or transformation and the like. You were sure you were just a regular vampire, the odds of you having any extra powers were so slim you didn’t need to worry.

On top of that things between you and Larissa were better than ever. You spent every evening together, often ending with you staying the night in her quarters. And fucking hell was waking up to her almost every morning a gift from the gods.

On the nights when you’d stay with her, you’d help her with her evening routine, always ecstatic she let you help her. You’d help remove the pins from her hair, brushing it out for her as she removes her makeup. You always press kisses into her hair afterwards, your heart skipping a beat and the small soft smile on her face at your actions.

You’d both then change into pyjamas, hers always sinfully attractive on her. Then you spend the evening having dinner and cuddling on her couch. Sometimes she’d tell your stories of her day or about her past. you loved listening to her speak, you could quite literally do it for hours.

This morning you were lucky enough to wake up in her arms once again. You took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of her and feeling a smile creep across your face. You bury your head into her neck, sighing happily. You feel her stir a few moments later, her arm tightening around your waist. She lets out her own content sigh before pressing a kiss to your head.

“Mmm…good morning my darling,” she hums, her voice still raspy from sleep.

“Good morning pretty lady,” you hum back, leaning up to kiss her chastely.

The two of you stay like that for a little while, Larissa laying on her back with her eyes closed, one arm wrapped around your waist. You grinning up at her, bringing your hand up to trace the lines of her face. These moments with her, where the two of you are simply existing together, are your favourite moments in the world.

Eventually, though Larissa has to get up and get dressed, she does have a school to run after all. You love watching her get ready for the day. She always wears such gorgeous outfits, always looks so elegant and-

Oh, holy fuck she’s wearing pants today.

She so rarely wears pants, usually opting for skirts or dresses. So when she slips on a pair of form-hugging pants with a chunky belt and white sweater you almost choke on air and feel your face heat up. She bends over to pick up a pair of heels and you absolutely stare shamelessly at her ass.

You must have let out some noise, probably a rather gay sound with the way Larissa turns and looks at you. She grins smugly as she toes on her heels. She pulls on a blazer to complete the look before leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll see you later darling,” she all but purrs and you have to resist every urge to pull her into the bed and ravish her right then and there.

“I-you- have a good day m’love,” you manage, ogling her as she all but saunters away.

———

You spend the rest of the day catching glimpses of the white-haired beauty every hour or so. She seems to be moving around campus far more than usual. Not that you’re complaining. When she does come around, nine times out of ten you get so distracted you walk into or drop something.

On top of that, sometimes when she appeared she would shoot you these looks. You couldn’t explain it but you swear the woman was trying to kill you. Gods, you wanted to climb her like a tree.

So after a lunch filled with you all but drooling over her and a couple of hours afterwards daydreaming about her and her stupid sexy legs and hands and face…where were you again? You finally decided to say fuck it and made your way to her office in record time. Vlad and his lessons could wait, you had a far more important task to do.

You entered her office quietly, not wanting to disturb her if she was in a meeting. The sight that greeted you made you actually choke on air. There she was sitting at her desk as usual. But she had discarded her blazer on the back of her chair and rolled up the sleeves of her sweater. She was typing furiously on her laptop, as usual, frowning at the screen from behind her glasses.

You locked the door behind you before striding purposefully over to her desk. By the time she glanced up at you, you were already rounding her desk to get to her.

“Darling? Is everything alri-oh!” She yelps as you pull her up from her chair into your arms.

You press a kiss to her very gorgeous lips and reach around her to shut her laptop and move it aside. You lift her up onto her desk, not once removing your mouth from hers. She lets out the cutest noise at that, hands moving to clutch your shoulders before she tangles them in your hair, tugging on it slightly. You groan into her mouth, teeth scraping against her lip. The room feels impossibly hot and she is wearing far too many clothes. As much as you like her pants they need to come off. Now.

Your hands make their way down her body, slipping under her sweater to caress the skin of her stomach. You preen at the hum she lets out, your hands becoming more daring. Your fingers slip under her bra, trailing gently over the underside of her breasts. She gasps, her mouth disconnecting from yours when your thumbs brush over her nipples.

You press kisses to her neck as you do your best to unclasp her bra. It does take a fair bit of fumbling and a few curses muttered to get there. Larissa lets out a breathy chuckle as she scratches the back of your neck. When you finally manage to get rid of the offending item you make quick work of removing it along with her sweater.

You press your lips to her collarbone, nipping at the soft skin just above her breasts. Her grip on your hair tightens, her hands attempting to move your attention where she wants it. Instead of giving her what she wants you graze your teeth along to underside of her breast, grinning at the way her breath stutters.

You decide your desire to tease her is not as strong as your need to please her and take one of her nipples into your mouth, lathing your tongue over it. The strangled moan she lets out makes your heart skip a beat. You nip at the pert bud, your other hand groping at her free breast. She lets out the most sinful sounds, your whole body heating more and more with each one.

Your hands travel down to the waistband of her pants, fingers quickly undoing the button and unzipping the zipper. You pull them and her panties down her legs after she lifts herself off the desk for a moment. She starts tugging on the hem of your shirt, trying to get you to take it off. You pull back from kissing her chest and take her hands in yours, moving them back to sit on the desk.

“Nu-uh honey, tonight I’m in charge,” you hum, delighting in the way her whole face turns red.

“So you just keep those lovely hands of yours right here. Can you do that for me, my love?”

“I- yes. Yes,” She breathes.

“Good girl,” you purr.

You get down on your knees, looping your arms under her thighs. You pepper kisses from her knee to the top of her thigh, stopping just before her soaking cunt. You repeat the action on the other side before gently pulling her thighs apart. You take in the sight of her glistening folds, feeling your mouth water at the sight.

“Is this all for me Rissa?”

“Mmm, only for you baby…” she moans.

You press one final kiss to the inside of her thigh before licking at her cunt. You lap at her slit, moaning at the taste of her. You’re certain this is what heaven is like, the way she tastes like the sweetest ambrosia.

You eat her out as though you were starved. You alternate between flicking your tongue over her clit and lapping at her entrance. Her moans and whimpers are like music to your ears, the sexiest symphony you’ve ever heard.

“Oh fuck, darling. Please-I’m-I’m so close-“ she pants.

You feel her thighs begin to tremble on either side of your head. She lets out a string of curses interspersed with cries of your name. You double your efforts, hands pinning her to her desk as she bucks and writhes.

“Fuck!” She cries.

Her back arches as she throws her head back, letting out a choked moan. Her whole body stiffens, thighs clamping shut around your head. You keep licking and sucking at her clit, only stopping when she gently pushes you away. You press one last kiss to her inner thigh before standing and wrapping your arms around her waist.

She truly looks ethereal in this moment. She’s leaning back on her hands, chest heaving and flushed. Her eyes are closed, breath coming out of her lips in pants. She’s glowing in the low light of her office. Her hair is slightly mussed, falling out of her elegant hairstyle in places.

You cup her cheek, heart-melting when she nuzzles into your hand and presses a kiss to your palm. You almost want to cry, luckily you don’t. You lean forward and press a kiss to her forehead, hearing her hum happily in response. You bury your face in her neck, enjoying having her in your arms.

“Darling,” she sighs happily, “not to sound ungrateful because that was truly wonderful, but what on earth brought this on?”

“Pants.” You mumble into her neck.

“Pardon?”

You lean back, idly tracing shapes into her collarbone. “You were uhm, you wore pants today. You don’t often you know wear ‘em. And you just. I mean you have such gorgeous legs and the most earth-shatteringly sexy ass I’ve ever seen-“

She bursts into laughter at your admission, cheeks flushing.

“It’s true!! You have no idea how hot you are Rissa. Like…I don’t know how I get anything done when you’re here looking like you stepped out of heaven every single day.”

“But the pants do something for you hm?” She chuckles.

“Mmm, they just tipped the scales of my already incredibly inappropriate thoughts about you,” you grin.

“Well, darling,” she purrs, slipping off her desk and sauntering in the direction of her bedroom while pulling you along, “I hope you had no intentions of returning to your rooms tonight.”

You stare far too shamelessly at her ass as she drags you into her room. You were so focused on watching her that when she spins you around and all but pushes you onto the bed, you can only stare up at her, eyes wide and incredibly turned on.

She straddles your waist, smirking down at you in a way that makes heat pool between your thighs. She slips her hands beneath your shirt, leaning down to hover close enough to your face that you can feel her breath on your lips.

“Now then,” she hums, “let’s get you out of these clothes hm? The evenings only just started, and I’m nowhere near done with you.”

#htwahp #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #principal weems x reader #larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday

[lowkeyerror]

Falling Fast pt3

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Notes: Hellhound reader, sort of filler chapter for the next part

Summary: It's parent weekend. The Addams family arent the only ones coming to Nevermore, so is Y/n's mom. The parents meet each other and the circumstances are... less than ideal.

An: Also sorry for the wait, I was kind of feeling a lot of pressure to make part 3. Didn't want to let you guys down, hope you like it 😊

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Masterlist

Eugene wasn't dead. That's the part of the message that Y/n and Wednesday tried to focus on. It was a miracle that the boy survived, but hearing that he was in a coma was hard. Especially on Wednesday, she went to visit him as much as she could. Y/n offered to accompany her, but she said that she needed to do this on her own. It was the only time the two spent apart, that wasn't due to class.

Y/n thought they would be safe from unwanted drama during parent weekend, but she was mistaken. The violinist knew very little about the tensions between Wednesday and her family. The girl's knowledge of Wednesday's parents was the legacy they left behind at Nevermore.

Y/n stood with Enid and Wednesday as principal Weems gave a speech to the students and parents alike. Once she had concluded, every student dispersed to find their parents.

" Let's get this over with," Enid sighs, before going to find her family.

Wednesday was about to do the same, but Y/n stopped her momentarily," If things don't go too well, you can come find me."

" I wouldn't want to interrupt your time with your mother. I'm fully capable of-"

Y/n squeezes the girl's hand," Mon cher, I know you can handle it on your own, but I would like to help. Together, remember?"

Wednesday's features soften, in the way they only do for Y/n," I will keep that in mind."

Wednesday squeezes her lover's hand once more before fully releasing it, and walking over to her family. Her mother, brother, and father all had their eyes on Y/n. It was a little intimidating, but Wednesday was quick to tear their attention away from the girl.

" Someone special?"

Y/n's smile grew at the sound of her mother's voice. She ignored the question for the time being and wrapped her arms around the short woman.

" It's good to see you, too, kiddo. How've you been?"

" Well-"

" I am terribly sorry to interrupt, but it is imperative that I see you in my office. So we can discuss a few things about your daughter this semester," principal Weems makes herself present.

Y/n's mother looks at the girl curiously before they both follow principal Weems up to her office. When they arrive, Wednesday and her parents are already in the office.

" Well, this is going to be interesting, isn't it?" Y/n's speaks lowly so that only Wednesday can hear.

" I'd hope so. You know I hate the mundane," Wednesday has that unbothered look in her eyes.

Y/n watches as Morticia and principal Weems go back and forth about their school days. Charisma drips at the end of every word that Morticia says. She seems to understand where her girlfriend gets her presence from.

She tunes out the conversation until it turn to the topic of Wednesday and, subsequently, herself. Principal Weems puts it in light terms as she talks about Wednesday's assimilation to the school.

The girl standing next to her steps forward to dispute the claims," 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 is on the mend."

" I'm sorry, but what does this have to do with my kid?" Y/n's mother interrupts, gaining the collective attention of everyone in the room.

Weems smiles at her," Well, you see, your daughter and Wednesday are quite… close. They tend to wind up in these situations together."

" These situations are a direct reflection on this school's negligence, as well as the negligence of the Jericho police department. You both are letting some murderous creature run about this town. Quite frankly, if it weren't for Wednesday and I, Eugene would be dead," Y/n steps forward to be next to Wednesday.

Principal Weems pales slightly at Y/n's words. The parent's return their attention to the school's leader.

" As you can see, they are close, just like I said. Dr.Kinbott and I have spoken and we both agree that it would be most beneficial for you all to attend a group session this weekend," Weems keeps a tight smile on her lips as she deflects from Y/n's statement.

" Why a group?" Y/n's mother asks another question.

" Dr.Kinbott believes that Y/n has made tremendous strides with her therapy session, while Wednesday has been less than willing to open up. Again because of how close they are, she has hypothesized that having Y/n there may help Wednesday open up a bit more."

Every time principal Weems mentions how close they are, there is a twitch amongst the pair. Having their parents in the room, while Weems hints at their relationship, feels immoral.

The rest of the conversation plays out, with Wednesday refusing to go and her mother siding with her. However, Gomez encourages them to go.

Once they left the office, Y/n's mother pulls her aside," Should I be worried about the Addams girl? Her family seems… eccentric. She's getting you into trouble."

" Mom, I promise that she's doing the right thing here. You don't need to worry. Besides, you always said a little trouble would be a good thing for me."

Her mother sighs," I trust you, sweetheart, I'm just a little skeptical. Just how 'close' are you to that girl?"

Y/n's face involuntarily sells her out, turning an intense shade of red," um pretty close."

Her mother didn't push any further, expecting to get any other answers from this weird group therapy session.

" Y/n, may I speak to you for a moment," Wednesday's stale stare put the girl on edge a bit.

She looked at her mother for the confirmation that she was free to go. The woman hesitated but sent the girl with a smile and a curt nod.

Y/n walked with Wednesday until they were in a secluded area. The Addams girl let out an irritated huff," I don't want to go to this group therapy, it's pointless."

" Wednesday, therapy only works if you speak about your feelings," Y/n tells the girl gently.

" I refuse," she says plainly.

Y/n takes both of the girl's hands in hers," If you were able to tell me how you felt. You can do the same with your parents."

Wednesday gaze was unmoving," Those are two completely separate instances. I almost lost you twice, my… feelings, ejected from my body without my explicit permission."

Y/n didn't relent," You can lose them just as easily as you almost lost me. Especially since you're away from them. If anything happens, do you want to leave this tension unresolved?"

In an uncharacteristic move, Wednesday lays her head on Y/n's shoulder," I just want them to leave. It's much easier to carry on with the investigation when it's just you and I."

" It's just for the weekend, mon cher," Y/n's arms wrap protectively over her little cloud of darkness.

" They've been here for less than a day and I already have to go to an extra therapy session."

Y/n places a kiss on the girl's head," I'll be there. It won't be so bad if we're together, right?"

Wednesday detached herself from the girl, regaining some of her composure, " I suppose having you there might make it less insufferable."

" That's what I'm here for."

Y/n thought her talk with Wednesday would help with therapy. Maybe they would've if Tyler hadn't given Wednesday her father's criminal record.

The meeting was very tame in the beginning. Y/n and her mother definitely were easier to get responses from than the Addams. Dr.Kinbott seemed to be focused on the L/n's until she asks a question that folds the Addams' into the equation.

" Principal Weems tells me that the two of you are close, Y/n do you want to tell me about that or would you like to start Wednesday?"

Once again, the attention is on the two girls. Wednesday's stoic look doesn't waiver," We are romantically involved."

Y/n's jaw drops as a blush covers her features.

" Y/n is that true?" Her mother asks her.

Y/n nods slowly," Yes, Wednesday and I are seeing each other."

Before anyone can say anything else, Wednesday stands from her seat and faces her parents," Now that the proverbial cat is out of the bag, 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?"

" Is your girlfriend always so dramatic?" Y/n's mother whispers to her, and the girl silently nods.

Things get pretty intense between the Addams family; they all storm off in different directions. Y/n gives her mother an apologetic look before chasing after Wednesday.

" Wednesday wait!"

Y/n catches up with the girl mere seconds before the rest of the Addams' storm out of the building. Morticia gunning straight for Wednesday. Their dispute was brief yet definitive, leaving the girl to storm off yet again.

Y/n chases after her once more. When she finally gets in front of the girl Wednesday speaks," I'm going to visit Eugene."

" I'm coming with you," Y/n says.

" I want to be alo-"

Y/n cuts her off," I haven't seen him yet and I'd really like to go with you. I know you feel like you have to be alone because you're upset, but you're wrong."

The girl then extends her hand for Wednesday to hold. Wednesday stares at the hand before her eyes soften and she takes it. They walk together in silence to the hospital.

Seeing Eugene in his current state was hard for Y/n. She didn't enjoy looking at his motionless body. It almost made her flashback to the night it all happened. It was as if she was seeing him in the freshly covered blood with his stomach torn open.

She stayed close to the door as Wednesday talked to their comatose friend. It wasn't until Wednesday said it should've been her instead that she spoke up.

" It shouldn't have been anyone. The town should've put more effort into solving this investigation. If they would've done their jobs, Eugene wouldn't be here."

Wednesday keeps her gaze on Eugene," Justice isn't something that can be funded by a paycheck. They get paid regardless of whether they actually do their jobs. It's appalling."

The conversation is cut short when Eugene's parents enter the room. They take time to talk to Wednesday and tell her how important she was to Eugene. Y/n can feel the girl's guilt expand the more they talk. Once they turn their attention to Eugene, Wednesday takes off with Y/n behind her.

Once she exits the hospital, she turns to Y/n," Maybe you should spend some time with your mother."

Y/n frowns," Wednesday-"

She shakes her head," I'm not pushing you away. You have been looking forward to seeing your mother, I don't want to take up all of your time."

" I don't mind being with you," Y/n can already tell Wednesday's eyes are somewhere else.

" I know you don't, and I'm… greatly appreciative for that. I just- I'll see you later," she doesn't do well at making her girlfriend less worried.

Especially when Y/n gets a glimpse of Morticia heading into the cemetery. Wednesday was only a few paces behind her.

All Y/n could do was sigh. She took Wednesday's advice and found her mother. They spent the rest of their morning walking around Jericho before heading back to the school for lunch.

" So… what does your girlfriend do?"

Y/n nearly choked on the mediocre chicken she was eating," What do you mean?"

" I mean, you turn into a giant dog composed of fire and ash, there's a table of vampires to our right, and magic mermaids to our left. What does she do?"

Y/n pauses," Wednesday is an Addams. Both of her parents are alumni of this school. She has an affinity for truth, no matter how dark it is. She doesn't do anything, per se."

" Except cause trouble," her mother adds.

" Sometimes there is trouble in truth," Y/n bites back at her mother.

Her mother takes her hand," Look, she's cute, and I like that she's brought you out of your shell. It's just she has a lot going on with her life and-"

Y/n's gaze is unwavering as she looks at her mother," My relationship with Wednesday is not a topic I will be swayed on."

" Kiddo, come on. I was just saying-"

" I love her."

Her mother's eyes widen at the statement," You do?"

Y/n nods more to herself than her mother," I do. So I'd appreciate it if we could drop this now."

Her mother would've pressed on a little more if Sheriff Galpin hadn't stridden through the Nevermore quad, and placed Gomez Addams under arrest for murder. The murder of Garrett Gates, the man she spoke about in therapy.

How could this happen? The murder was over 2 decades ago, what probable cause could've come up to cause this effect. Y/n watched as her girlfriend stood defensively after watching her father being courted off. She wanted to rush over to the girl, but after chasing her all day, she learned that eventually Wednesday would come to her.

The day progressed and the only thing Y/n could think about was Wednesday. She tried to enjoy the time with her mother, but the slight strain on their relationship had grown quite a bit.

It was late when she heard a knock on her room door, but Y/n was wide awake. It took her less than a minute to answer the door.

" I figured you'd be awake, so I came to tell you to rest," Wednesday was carrying a shovel in one hand and a flashlight in the other.

" Are you alright, at least?"

" I'm fine, cara mia. I will clear my father's name, and he'll be out in no time."

Y/n yawned," Are you going by yourself?"

" My mother is accompanying me. Now, you're clearly tired, so I will leave you to sleep," the girl turned to leave.

" Wednesday wait," Y/n called to her, causing the girl to turn back around.

Y/n leaned down swiftly to place a kiss on top of the girl's head," Be safe."

Y/n closed her door after that, but Wednesday stood there for a moment, basking in the gentle gesture. She hated how much she liked it.

In true Wednesday Addams fashion, she was true to her word. Her father was out of jail the next day. It was an eventful ending to parent's weekend.

"I'm going to miss you kiddo," Y/n's mother pulls her into a hug.

" I'll miss you too," the animosity from yesterday has dissipated in light of their farewell.

Her mom paused briefly," Maybe you can invite your girlfriend over during the break. So we can get a little more acquainted?"

Y/n smiled then gave her mother a nod," I appreciate the effort, mom."

With a final wave, she's off just in time for Y/n to watch Wednesday bid farewell to her parents.

" That seemed like a pretty tame goodbye. Did you sort out the family angst?" Y/n approached the girl after her family cleared.

" My mother provided me with information about my visions and about principal weems. I'm quite certain I know what happened to Rowan."

That's what led to Y/n trailing behind a determined Wednesday, who was headed straight for the principal's office. Y/n was in shock as Wednesday revealed the secret that Weems was keeping, not only about Rowan, but herself as well.

It's when Wednesday threatens to tell the sheriff that tension multiples. Weems makes a menacing move towards Wednesday, which alerts Y/n.

The hound is quick to lean her own hand on the desk and growl at the principal. Her body is towering over Wednesday as she glares at Weems.

" Easy there, Ms. L/n, I'm not above getting a hellhound spayed."

The comment from Weems only angered the girl more. Her eyes narrow and her jaw clenches. There's an adrenaline running through her body, begging her to let the hound out.

Wednesday's hand found its way on top of Y/n's. The hound shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath.

" Good puppy," Weems teased as Y/n stepped back from the desk.

Wednesday kept their hands interlocked. A commotion outside breaks the tension in the room. Weems is the first out to the balcony, followed by Wednesday and Y/n.

They watch as the grass beneath burns with the words " Fire Will Rain."

Y/n's eyes were fixated on the words. She wasn't scared of fire, in fact it was apart of her nature. If it were to rain fire, the hell hound would bask in the glow of the sparks. It would find comfort in the ash on the ground.

If this was the scare tactic, it didn't phase her at all. She'd walk through fire however many times it took to keep the school safe. To keep Wednesday safe.

The girl with the pigtails squeezed her hand once more as they looked out onto the lawn.

" I've never been scared of fire."

She plucked the words right out of the other girl's mind," Me either."

Weems didn't like the two girls together. They stood as a united front that lacked fear, or hesitance. They had quite literally been involved in the unraveling of Nevermore upon introduction.

Weems knew the night she heard the violin intertwine with the cello that trouble would ensue. She could've never grasped that such a beautifully intense melody would be less complicated than dealing with the musicians that composed it.

Larissa Weems thought that Wednesday and Y/n were dangerous together. Dangerous may have been the wrong word at the time, it was more like they were destined for each other.

And destiny could not be changed.

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[herlondonboy]

I had an idea and I was curious if you’d be willing to write a little something something whether it be headcanons or what have you.

Enid Sinclair X Werewolf hunter Reader?

Perhaps they show up to Jericho to investigate the missing hikers, or perhaps reader was sent to Nevermore to learn that other monsters aren’t so different from reader?

Please and thank you so so much.

a/n: hi! i wrote headcanons, hope that’s okay <3

Werewolf Hunter Headcanons

Pairings: Enid Sinclair x gn!reader

Summary: n/a

Warnings: mentions of guns, walking into a school with a gun, hunting

Word Count: 0.6k

- you were born into a famous family of werewolf hunters. It was your legacy to defend the world and rid it of its monsters. Well, actually, it was your destiny to betray your family and fall in love with a werewolf, but you didn’t believe that that would happen. By the age of eight, you were already surpassing your decade-older brothers and catching up to your dad. You were celebrated in the hunter world as the heir to Joseph Crackstone’s crown.

- You and your family rented out a house on your 15th birthday in Jericho. You had been born there, but they (your family) hastily made there to a new state, following the drama after years of radio silence. Your birthday present was going out with your brothers to help them find clues as to who or what the monster attacks the hikers was.

- You made it all the way to the gates of Nevermore before realising that you had split up. Testing your luck, you walked up to them and they opened for you. You tightened your grip on the hunting rifle in your hands. The children in the playground stopped playing to look at you. They weren’t used to seeing hunters allowed in. You walked in a straight line, the children parting like the Red Sea for Moses.

- Enid saw you from the other side of the playground. Despite what Wednesday and Thing had told her not to do, she bounced over to you. Just as you reached the entrance to the school building, Enid tapped your shoulder, making you spin around and aim your gun at her. Gasps were heard throughout the playground as you looked at her with a glare.

- “You look a little lost.” Enid said as you relaxed slightly, but not enough to let anyone else know. This was the wolf that was supposed to make you betray your family? Surely not.

- “Are you Enid Sinclair?” You asked, your voice was rough. She nodded with a pleased smile before jumping when you aimed your gun at her once more.

- Weems caught you before you could do any serious damage and your parents came to pick you up, scolding you for forcing them into a school full of those you hate.

- The next time you saw Enid was three weeks later. You went against your better judgement and made your way to Nevermore. You stood outside the gate, examining it. Enid waved at you and rushed over. “Hi!” She said cheerily. It was unnerving.

- “Hello.” You said back, eyeing her up and down.

- “I see you don’t have a gun to try and kill me again today.” Enid joked.

- “I have a semiautomatic pistol tucked into my waistband. Not to mention the one that’s strapped to my ankle.” You deadpanned. “If I wanted to kill you, Enid Sinclair, I would.”

- Enid just nodded and you left once more. She began longing to see you at the gates during break, and you started coming regularly. The murder threats decreased until you began to enjoy her company. Though you’d never admit it. She knew.

- You quickly discovered that you weren’t that different. Both outcasted but your family, though for different reasons. They thought too highly of you, they thought too lowly if her. You also weren’t that different from the other Outcasts. They just wanted to fit in in a world that hates them. You just wished to fit in a works that was made for you by people that know nothing about you.

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A Good Day for Death (Book 1) Chapter Seven

Wednesday Addams x Reaper! Reader

Chapter Seven: A Good Day for Fudge

Summary: What's a worse fate than kidnapping? Being forced to volunteer at Pilgrim World.

            (Y/N) wriggled against the rope binding them to the chair and huffed angrily into their black bag. This night was going a very strange direction, and with the way Rowan, a member of whatever secret society had tied them up, had acted about them being Nevermore’s downfall, (Y/N) was more than a little hesitant to get comfortable. Finally, someone pulled the hood from their head.

            A group of people in cloaks and masks stood in a semi-circle before them in shadow.

            “Who dares breach our inner sanctum?” said one in a dramatic voice.

            I know that voice, thought (Y/N), frowning since they couldn’t quite place it.

            “You can take the mask off, Bianca,” said Wednesday, instantly calling out the perpetrator of this latest annoyance.

            There we go, said (Y/N).

            Bianca threw off her hood off and pulled off her mask, annoyed that she had been identified so easily. Her companions did the same, following their leader’s example. Many people (Y/N) knew were in the circle, even Xavier, Ajax, and Yoko.

            “Wait, I preferred you with it on,” said Wednesday with the slightest bit of sass meant to annoy Bianca (it succeeded).

            “How did you get down here?” asked Xavier.

            “Rowan showed me. Left pocket,” said Wednesday. Xavier approached and pulled out the infamous page. “The watermark.” She glanced at (Y/N), the message clear: don’t mention the visions.

            “I found it on the Poe Statue,” said (Y/N), nodding. “Then we solved the riddle.”

            “Wait, there’s a riddle?” asked a siren in confusion. “I thought we just snapped twice.”

            “You guys don’t even know your own mystery and you guys are a secret society?” (Y/N) frowned. “Poe would be disappointed.”

            “The Nightshades are an elite social club,” said Bianca proudly. “Emphasis on elite.”

            “We have roof parties, campouts, and the occasional midnight skinny-dip,” said Yoko.

            “And Yoko’s an amateur mixologist,” said another siren. “She makes a killer virgin mohito.”

             “It can get pretty wild,” said Ajax.

            “Wow. Do you guys even have a bedtime?” asked Wednesday sarcastically. “Last I heard, the Nightshades had been disbanded.”

            “Yeah, the group kind of lost its charter thirty years ago after some normie kid died,” said Xavier.

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

            “Rowan was,” remarked (Y/N).

            “We booted that loser last semester,” said Bianca.  “Question is, what are we gonna do with them? Only members are allowed in this library.”

            “That’s weird because anyone who figures the riddle out can get in,” remarked (Y/N) playfully.

            “I say we invited Wednesday to pledge,” said Xavier.

            Wow. I’m chopped liver, thought (Y/N).

            Xavier pointed to the picture of Wednesday’s parents on the picture. “She’s legacy.”

            “After the crap she pulled in the Poe Cup, there’s no way in hell,” said Bianca stubbornly. “We talk about not making waves. She’s a tsunami.”

            “Just because I beat you at your own game? Let me save you the trouble. I’m not interested in joining,” said Wednesday.

            (Y/N) grinned at the Nightshades’ dumbstricken faces. Plus, seeing Wednesday choose to not join the Nightshades was nice since they did consist of the more popular kids of Nevermore while (Y/N) was not. Not that any of that mattered. Wednesday didn’t care about that stuff.

            “Untie them,” ordered Bianca.

            Wednesday extended her arms, free of the ropes. “I freed myself five minutes ago.” She stood and snatched the page back from Xavier before untying (Y/N).

            “Thanks,” they chirped.

            Wednesday didn’t respond, turning to leave. A siren boy blocked their back, glaring at them.

            “Do you want more trouble?” questioned Wednesday. She pushed the undone ropes into his chest for him to take them before marching past. She paused on the stairs to look down at the Nightshades. “It’s amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name.”

            As they walked back to their dorm, (Y/N) murmured, “What do you think the pages mean? They certainly seem dismal, like Rowan thought.”

            “There are many threads to this mystery,” said Wednesday. “We will have to work through each one. Starting with the pilgrim.”

            “Well, I can tell you one thing: that’s Joseph Crackstone,” said (Y/N).

            “You know him?” asked Wednesday.

            “Sure. He helped found Jericho, and he’s infamous for hating outcasts,” said (Y/N).

            “Then we need to find out more about him,” said Wednesday.

            “Oh, that’s fortuitous,” said (Y/N) eagerly. “We are volunteering in Jericho this weekend for Outreach Due.”

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            “All students will report for their volunteer jobs at ten am sharp, followed by a community lunch at one,” said Weems. “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. As representatives of our school, I trust you will all put your best face forward.”

            When Weems finished, the professors spread out and handed volunteer assignments to the students, who instantly began to compare jobs to see who they could trade with to stay with their friends.

            “I’ve got Pilgrim World,” said (Y/N) brightly. “I mean, great for, you know, investigating, but I’m not big on crowds since it gets a little too obvious that people avoid me.”

            “I got Pilgrim World, too!” said Enid cheerfully. “I have natural people skills and a love of performing, so it’s kind of the obvi choice.”

            “What’d you get, Wednesday?” asked (Y/N).

            “Uriah’s Heap, whatever that is,” said Wednesday.

            “Oh, it’s an old antique store. I think the only reason Weems didn’t send me there was that it would add too much to the perception of me as some omen of death,” said (Y/N). “I think she’s trying to make me more appealing to the public.”

            “Well, you are nice,” said Enid.

            “Thanks, Enid, but normies get freaked out by me,” said (Y/N).

            “Yeah, you do radiate the aura of a ghost or something,” admitted Enid. “Casper the Friendly Ghost, but all the same. I’m just hoping Ajax and I get the same assignment!”

            “I think he got Uriah’s Heap,” said (Y/N).

            Enid frowned. “Really? That sucks.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I mean, you could find someone to trade with.”

            Wednesday immediately held up her assignment card. “I’m assigned to Uriah’s Heap.”

            “But that place is kind of creepy…” said Enid, her determination wavering.

            “Yeah, but you and Ajax would have plenty of time to hangout. Maybe you could even get that date you’ve been hoping for,” said (Y/N).

            Enid hesitated a moment longer. “I have been hoping for Ajax to properly ask me out.” She held out her card. “Wednesday, I’ll switch with you.”

            Wednesday passed her assignment over for Enid’s. The bubbly girl squealed and ran off to talk to Ajax.

            “There we go. Now we’re both at Pilgrim World,” said (Y/N).

            “Manipulating your friend? Impressive,” said Wednesday.

            (Y/N) shrugged. “Enid’s dying for a date with Ajax, and the boy needs some hints.” They smiled.

            Weems appeared behind them and cleared her throat. “Wednesday, (Y/N).”

            “Hello, Principal,” said (Y/N) politely.

            “Wednesday, don’t worry about your cello. I’ll have it brought to the town square this afternoon,” said Weems.

            Wednesday narrowed her eyes. “My cello?”

            “I caught your rooftop serenade the other night. Impressive,” said Weems. “I volunteered you to accompany the Jericho High School Marching Band at the ceremony. I’m sure it won’t be too challenging to play an uplifting Fleetwood Mac melody.”

            “As long as you promise me to hang me as a witch afterwards,” said Wednesday.

            Weems smile became slightly more strained at the statement.

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            “Welcome, welcome, Nevermore Academy,” said Mayor Walker grandiosely. “Now, on behalf of the entire Jericho community, we are so, so pleased to have you all here today. Your generosity and hard work are truly…outreachous!” He laughed at his own joke before clearing her throat.

            “Okay, everyone. We’ll see you back here at one o’clock for lunch. Enjoy!” said Weems.

            The students began to spread out and head to their respective jobs. (Y/N) turned to Wednesday.

            “Alright, let’s get over there so we can get our jobs and costumes,” said (Y/N).

            “There are costumes?” asked Wednesday sharply.

            (Y/N) grinned at her slight horror. “Oh, yeah. There are costumes.”

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            “The last time I was involved with anything pilgrim-related, I burnt a camp down,” said Wednesday, eyeing the tacky workers overacting with tourists.

            “I have to hear the full story at some point,” said (Y/N).

            “Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin,” said a woman in full-pilgrim garb with a fake smile. “I am Miss Arlene. A real OC. 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.” Arlene turned and led them farther into Pilgrim World.

            Arlene gestured to a larger building. “Behold, the meeting house. Inside is a collection of artifacts related to Jericho’s most beloved and pious founder, Joseph Crackstone.”

            “Nothing like working for a theme park dedicated to a guy who wanted to kill our kind,” remarked (Y/N) to themself.

            “And beyond is our privy, America’s first gender-neutral restroom,” said Arlene.

            “Oh, well that makes it all better,” said (Y/N).

            Wednesday glanced at them, lightly amused by their blunt humor. She stepped forward and faced Arlene. “I haveth a query.”

            “Pray, be quick, child,” said Arlene sharply.

            “In the meeting house, which of Joseph Crackstone’s artifacts are on display?” asked Wednesday. She and (Y/N) needed to figure out where they could find good information on Crackstone.

            “It is truly a treasure trove, including original farm tools, tableware, even the Crackstone family chamber pot,” said Arlene.

            “Sounds fascinating. (Y/N) and I volunteer to work in there,” said Wednesday.

            “Pray, no. That exhibit is being renovated,” said Arlene. “Today, thou will all be working at the beating heart of Pilgrim World!” She led them into the “heart” of Pilgrim World and gestured to a building. “Ye Olde Fudgery!”

            “More like ‘Ye Olde Diabetes in a Box,’ ” remarked Wednesday. (Y/N) snorted.

            Arlene picked up a tray of costumes. “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.”

            Wednesday picked up a bonnet distastefully. “Are these for muzzling tourists?”

            Arlene fought not to glare at her.

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[ornii]

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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Bark, Bite & Break Bones - Tyler Galpin x Van Helsing!reader | Part.2

Summary: Your daily life at Nevermore as Tyler’s supervisor has a rocky start; between his provocative behavior and the passive-aggressive students, you could really use a cigarette break. Over a strange and unexpected complicity moment between you and Tyler, you both begin to realize that things aren’t maybe what they look like. Maybe a therapy session could help? Good luck with that, Mrs.New therapist. 

Warnings: swearing, mention on bullying, underage smoking (reader is between 17 and 18)

A/N: The timeline is utterly chaotic, and you’re getting more information about who and what the reader did…not everything tho, I like to keep more for future chapters uhuhuh

[Masterlist] [Prologue] [Part.1]

To say that your school year at Nevermore had a rocky start was the understatement of the century. First, the news of yours and Tyler’s arrival had spread like wildfire and now every student looked at you with either terror or hateful eyes. If not all of them knew of the Van Helsing legacy before, everyone was aware of that…family business of yours now. Younger students ran away when they came across you in fear you’d attack them, and older ones who already knew you from before your conviction had murder in their eyes. It wasn’t unusual for some of them to purposely bump into your shoulder in corridors, or try to make you trip whenever you were around. Great mood, really. 

Secondly, Tyler Galpin had set his mind to be the biggest pain in the ass to you. Even if he kept his act of the terrified redeeming good boy with everyone else, but as soon as your eyes met, he changed into a shit-eating grin immediately. Tyler was constantly trying to test your limits, to push away to see where he was breaking rules and how fast he could get on your nerves. Whether it was by starting to transform only a part of himself we no one looked at him, or burning holes at the back of one younger student’s head and cockily flicking his gaze back at you, taunting like he was about to attack them. Daring you to make a move first. He knew you couldn’t attack him without him doing something first; the familiar glimpse of your dagger was never far whenever he ever twitched the wrong muscle. But on the other hand, you also knew he wouldn’t try anything that would ruin his chances to stay at Nevermore. But he could. So these cold war games of who would break first and taunting the other, with the possibility of jumping at each other’s throat in the blink of an eye, went on since the both of you arrived at the academy. Tyler was obviously thrilled by this ongoing silent duel between the two of you, and about how he achieved to make at least some of the people believe how harmless and sorry he was. So you could only swallow the frustration you got from his behavior, and stay on high alert for any suspicious move; you knew that as soon as he'd get the occasion, he’d pick up your previous fight where it had stopped. 

The days were pretty much the same: you got up early, made your morning run in the school’s woods before everyone else was up, went back to your room to take a shower, got changed in the horrendous uniform and your real day began. You picked up Tyler at his room, went to breakfast then to your first class. Logically you were both in the same class so it was easier for you to watch over him. Then lunch, which you more than often spent in a secluded part of the quad in almost silence, a few snarky comments threw at each other occasionally. Then the afternoon classes, the time usually dedicated to extra-curricular activities and clubs being used as studying time (Weems had tried to suggest that either your or Tyler could join a club, you had cackled at her). The dinner, under the glares of the other students in the dining hall, and then dropping Tyler at his room door. If Ajax wasn’t here, you’d make a patrol around the dorm after leaving Tyler. Then, lights out and you could go to bed. This wasn’t much different from your days in the detention center, same routines except you were both the convicted and the warden here. 

Exiting the bathroom after your shower wrapped in a towel, you grabbed your pack of cigarettes and put one between your lips. At least here you just had to go to Jericho to grab some, and not make shady deals like you did with the inmate who smuggled some in juvie. 

Passing in front of your mirror, you winced at the bruises starting to form on your forearms and thighs in different colors, from yellow to deep purple. You were used to having some of those when you were younger and your grandparents pushed the fighting training sessions until late at night. You would come home exhausted and covered in bruises and scratches, knowing the next day would begin early with the same exercises. 

But now, those bruises were from hitting walls and ground when students ‘accidently’ bumped into you in the corridors or lockers room. People thought teenage boys could be violent, but teenage girls were definitely more cruel among themselves behind closed doors; and a lot of Nevermore’s female students made sure to make you pay for being here again. 

Of course, you could fight back but it would only give them more reason to hate you, and the slightest misbehavior could send you back to juvie. So you shrugged it away, and swallowed your anger. It was like a patience test of sorts. 

Before you could light up your cigarette, the familiar ding of a phone notification interrupted your search for your lighter. Turning up the screen of your phone, you read very anxious and apologetic text of Ajax who informed you that he had some plans for the night and that Tyler wasn’t asleep yet – you could almost picture hear his shaky and panicked voice through the text asking you if it was okay for him to leave the room while the big bad Hyde was still awake. For a moment you considered flipping him off. Your day was over after all, you were officially off-duty. But then you remembered how terrified the poor Gorgon looked every time you dropped Tyler at their room, and you took pity on him. Maybe you could do him a favor and allow him to have a night off. Swearing to yourself slightly, you quickly texted him back that you would be there in ten minutes. Sliding in some comfortable sport shorts, a tank top and an old hoodie, you grabbed your cigarettes and dagger for good measure before getting out of your room. At this time all corridors were empty, and by the time you arrived at their room Ajax was already fidgeting nervously in front of the door. 

“Hey,” you greeted, “change of guard, you’re free to go.”

The beanie boy jumped, startled by your appearance, “Ah, h-hi Y/N, I’m sorry for notifying this so late but I have plans with some of my friends and you see–”

Interrupting his nervous banter with a raised hand you chuckled a little, “At ease soldier, that’s fine.”

His eyebrow rose high in surprise, “Really?”

You shrugged slightly, “It’s my job. You volunteered to be a Hyde’s roommate, I’d said you’ve given enough of yourself already. Take the night off, you deserve it.” 

“Well- that’s really kind of you,” stuttered Ajax, not expecting such an act of selflessness from you. From someone who had been expelled from Nevermore for a severe fault from what he heard about, this was kind of abrupt. He didn’t know you that well when you were at Nevermore two and half years ago, and he only heard of the whole deal that got you expelled from rumors. The ferocious Van Helsing, monster hunter. 

You gave him a playful but harsh enough punch on the arm “Don’t tell this to anyone, I have a reputation to maintain. Go, your friends are waiting for you.” 

He didn’t need to be told twice, and with a final grateful nod Ajax disappeared through the corridor. 

Swinging the door open you came in unannounced, “I hope you are decent in there because I didn’t bring acid to burn my eyes,” you called sarcastically. 

A chuckle came from Tyler’s bed, where he was lying on his back with a book in hand. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t like what you’ll see, doll.”

You snorted, “As if. Got any more badass scars under that shirt?” 

“Wanna check?” he retorted playfully. 

Rolling eyes at the already familiar exchange you plopped on the edge of his desk, twirling your dagger between your fingers. You had expected some more snarky comments, but it seemed that the both of you had enough for today, and for once you fell into a comfortable silence. Tyler casually read his book while you flipped through your phone mind-absently for a while, browsing your instagram feed to kill some time. From time to time you glanced at him, making sure he was behaving himself – or so you convinced yourself. After all Tyler was a rather pleasant sight to the eye, and you did have a thing for freckled boys and scars (even if you’d rather die than admitting this out loud). No matter how much you despised being back at Nevermore and how much of a prick Tyler could be, you had to admit that this job wasn’t so unpleasant; at least the monster you were in charge of was an eye-candy, that was a first. As Tyler reached for his water bottle on the night table, you stole another glance in his direction. But instead of being silently regaled by the way his shirt slightly rose up to reveal his midsection, the glimpse of blue-ish marks made you frown. That stare didn’t go unnoticed by Tyler who smirked at you. 

“No need to stare, if you wanted to see me without my shirt you just needed to ask sweetheart,” he teased with a shit-eating grin. 

Normally you would have countered with a witty come-back, but the realization of what you saw was very serious, “How did you get those bruises?” 

Tyler’s cocky expression turned into a scowl, closing himself – maybe in shame, “I fell during fencing practice, that’s all.” 

You raised an eyebrow, “No you didn’t.”. Fencing was relatively new to Tyler, he had only been in football teams before which made him one of the worst students in practice. But you were on heightened alertness during those classes, when he had a weapon in his hands and he could be roughened up by other students – his violent tendencies could wake up. “I watched you closely during fencing practice, you didn’t fall.” 

Tyler averted his gaze, trying to refocus on his book, “Must’ve escaped your vigilance then.” 

“Tyler,” you pressed, narrowing your eyes at him, “who gave you those bruises?” 

This wasn’t really a question now, nor a hypothesis. He wasn’t the clumsy type; it was unlikely he did that to himself. And he definitely had a couple of students hating him for last year’s events. Bullying was a logical explanation.

Tyler remained silent for a moment before muttering, “Some guys in the locker room, no big deal.”

A frustrated curse left your lips; god, those guys weren’t even brave enough to actually go against him in a fair fight. They were as bad as the girls who were doing the same to you – cowards. “Who?” you asked. 

“Don’t know their names,” he shrugged before peeking from behind his book with an amused spark in his brown eyes, “Why? Do you care about my safety, my knight in shining armor?”

This made you grin a little, but it quickly was washed away by your serious expression, “If that’s what it takes to prevent you from losing control and attacking other students, then yes.” 

A flash of hurt passed through his eyes; he was a job to you, that’s right. Unfortunately, you didn’t notice it.

“If that shit happens again, just say it to me,” you muttered, blood internally boiling at the thought of bullying. What a bunch of jerks. “I’ll take care of it.” 

“What, because it’ll make your job easier?” he snickered under his breath. 

“Yes,” you answered flatly. “And because you don’t have to deal with that; I’m here to stand between you and the school, that goes both ways.”. This admittance made Tyler’s eyebrows slightly raise in surprise; he honestly didn’t expect you to be willing to come to his defense, even if it was just for your job. 

The nicotine need hit again, giving you a welcomed occasion to cut short the conversation. Getting off the desk you crossed the room to get to the window, Tyler following your every move at the corner of his eye – which you noticed of course. Putting a cigarette between your lips you waved the pack at him. 

“Want one?” 

“Y/N Van Helsing, are you getting soft on me?” he cackled, but still with a hint of genuine surprise in his voice. 

“Don’t get any ideas,” you rolled your eyes, “I’m technically off-duty, I’m allowed to chill out.” 

Tyler eyed the pack for a second but then shrugged, “Not a smoker. But thanks for the offer.”

Opening the window slightly to let the smoke out, you searched for your lighter before cursing when you realized you had forgotten it in your room. 

“Shit, forgot my lighter,” you mumbled to yourself. 

To your surprise, Tyler immediately got up from his bed and went to Ajax’s side of the room. He rummaged through his roommate’s things under your perplexed gaze, before digging to the socks drawer and retrieving a lighter, holding it up in your direction. 

“Ajax has a hidden stash of weed,” he explained, while crossing the room back to you. 

Tyler approached you slowly, lighter dangling between his long fingers. On any other occasion you would have taken a step back instinctively, to have a better balance in case of attack; but this time, you were feeling…bolder. Playful, like you were willing to see how far this could go. Tyler seemed to have sensed this too, because he lazily grinned as he stood now in front of you, merely a few inches away. His eyes raked over your legs coming out from the sport shorts, traveling up slowly until setting on your own eyes, boring deep into them. Not dropping your gaze, you were so absorbed in his deep brown eyes you didn’t even realize pulling the cigarette off your mouth; Tyler definitely did. His eyes flickered to your lips ever so slightly, attracted by your movement and then fixated on them. The soft curve of your lips were so temptful, especially as you were standing this close to each other, breaths mingling with each other. Noticing the flicker of his gaze from your eyes to lips he tried so hard to keep discreet, a smile slowly took place on your face.

“See something you like?” you teased, but your tone was softer than your usual bickering. 

He hummed, “You definitely look pretty from here.”

“Close to you? You don’t look so bad yourself, tiger.”

“Under me,” he said slowly, and the deep tone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. He definitely knew how to play. 

You chuckled softly, “If you want to kiss me, make sure to do it properly, lover boy,” you breathed out while unconsciously leaning closer, daring him, “or I’ll break every bone in your body.” 

Tyler’s lips – so tempting too – stretched into a lazy smirk, “You wish I’d kiss you doll, but I’ve learned a few things about touching you without consent.”

The grin you gave him covered for the dash of disappointment that went briefly through your eyes, “Good boy,” you said, putting the cigarette back between your lips.

He gave you a mocking nod and held up the lighter between the two of you, flicking it open to make a flame appear. Approaching it closer to your face, you leaned in, the tip of the cigarette brushing the flickering flame. From beneath your lashes, you carefully observed him as he lit it up wordlessly, his gaze equally intensely set on you. 

None of you tore their eyes away from the other until the first puff of smoke came out, which you blew out outside of the window, leaning back on the wall. The tension from the previous moment slowly faded away as you both slightly stepped aside, putting a little distance between you two – enough to not be entangled with each other’s presence again, despite your best judgment. 

For a few moments, you observed Tyler silently, pulling on your cigarette and exhaling the smoke slowly. “You’re a strange man, Tyler Galpin.” 

His scoff was lighter than his usual snarky ones, “How so? Because I’m polite despite being a murderous creature?”

It made you wince a little; you could tell your words had hurt him. Going from tension-filled flirting to cold professional observations was a low blow, even from you. But you had to put some distance before it could backfire at you.

“Never said you weren’t,” you countered with a shrug, “I’ve only read your files, they didn’t exactly scream ‘polite considerate boy’.” 

“What, so all outcasts are evil for you Van Helsings?” he sarcastically said. 

With a shake of your head, you exhaled some more smoke outside. 

“Where do you think I’m coming from, the Dark Ages? If you want to talk about conservative shit, call my grandparents, they’d gladly welcome you with a pitchfork and a torch.”

Tyler let out a lighter laugh, “So there’s problematic grandparents in monster hunters’ families too, that’s reassuring.”

“All of my family is problematic,” you said with a roll of your eyes, “even my progressist parents.”. At the raise of his eyebrows, you made a vague gesture of the hand, “They had a revelation or whatever, and decided that hunting down creatures was bad overnight. And since then they've been playing the little saints, preaching their good words about pacifism.” 

Crossing his arms over his chest Tyler leaned his side against the wall, giving you a perplexed look, “I don’t get it, I thought you didn’t see all outcasts as dangerous monsters who needed to be slayed?” he frowned. 

With a long sigh, you averted your gaze for a moment. To be honest this wasn’t a conversation you had been prepared to have. 

“I don’t,” you stated flatly, “most of my family’s only interested in carrying the legacy and killing all the living creatures because they’re supposedly evil. I’ve seen outcasts, most of them are literally just trying to get their shit together as much as humans do, they’re not necessarily a menace.”

“But?” pressed Tyler, still not quite getting your point. 

Instinctively, one of your hands went to reach for your upper back, rubbing the area over your scapula. If Tyler noticed it, he didn’t say anything. “But I’m being realistic,” you said quietly but bitterly, “saying that outcasts could never represent a menace is burying heads in the sand. Humans aren’t so different, I saw what both of them could do to people like me.”

“People like you?” repeated the curly-haired boy perplexedly. 

“Too weird to be a normie, too human to be an outcast,” you shrugged slightly. “I’m in-between both of those categories, and no matter what I do I’ll always make enemies on both sides.”

Your cigarette was almost over by now, so you crushed it down the edge of the window and tossed it in a trashcan before lighting another one. 

“Both my parents and my grandparents are trying to use me as a pawn to promote their views, but none of them have been on the field for a long time,” you scoffed bitterly. “This isn’t about having preconceptions about outcasts or you Tyler, this is about facts and what I’ve read about you.” 

He looked at you silently for a while, before nodding slightly in understanding. 

"You're not half bad than I thought," he admitted, "not quite the blood-thirsty killer after all."

A small laugh escaped your lips, "I could say the same about you, but you did some time in juvie too for a reason, tiger."

He shrugged slightly, "Six months, we all made mistakes." 

"Hey no judgment here," you said with an amused smile, "did my two years fair and square." 

"You did?" he said, taken aback. That surprised you, you thought that he had heard about it by now. Still, even if he was curious, he didn't ask any further. 

"I'm not the only one having misconceptions it seems," you said quietly. "I may have deserved that, but I’d be lying to say that my conviction had been fair. Don’t get me wrong, I won't deny I like being a hunter, but I'm not here today to slice every outcast's throat on the spot." 

"No, only mine," snorted Tyler. 

You shrugged before inhaling some smoke, "That depends entirely on you, pretty boy. I hunt real monsters who are actually a threat, can be you or the next asshole who decides to be cocky." 

“But you have already deemed me to be a threat,” said Tyler with a surprisingly tint of hurt in his voice, and you looked up at him to find his brown eyes filled with a mix of bitterness and sadness. “So why the big ‘not all monsters, not all Van Helsing’ speech?” 

You looked at him for a long time, before answering, “I told you, I’m only acting by what I saw and what I’ve read about you. If I only relied on books, I’d be more than a pain in the ass for you; Hydes without masters can be very volatile in their violence, I’d be a true stalker.”

“Like you’re not?” he scoffed, “what in my behavior gave you the impression I could be a menace again?”. 

His anger was legit, but you shrugged. “So far, you can’t say you weren’t kind of a provocative asshole.”

Tyler nodded his head, “Fair enough. Still wanted to kiss me though.”

“What can I say, I must have a knack for danger.”  

Crushing your second cigarette end on the edge, you caught a glimpse of a group of students outside, apparently chatting as they returned to the dorms. You recognized Ajax, the blue-eyed siren you remembered as Bianca Barclay, a blonde girl dressed in pink talking excitedly with them as a smaller pigtailed girl dressed all in black held her hand, standing still. Beside Bianca, you also noticed Yoko and another siren, talking quietly. As they felt yours and Tyler’s gazes upon them, the black-cladded girl and Bianca looked up at your window. Even from up here, you could feel their glares, almost hear their snares. You glanced at Tyler with the corner of your eyes, noticing how uncomfortable he somehow looked. Maybe he knew some of those students from before? 

“Looks like you have a fanclub too,” you noted out loud. He didn’t respond. At the same time, you received a new text from Ajax saying he’d be coming back to the room soon. “It doesn’t matter what I think of you,” you finally said with a sigh, “if you want to be an asshole that’s fine. You actually want to redeem yourself? Works too, frankly I don’t care. I’m only here to put myself between you and the students until the school’s board is satisfied.” 

“Am I supposed to thank you, then?” he asked with a boyish smile that actually made him look nice. 

You shrugged, but it brought a smirk to your face too, “If you want. I may not be the most enjoyable person to be around, but I sure am the closest thing to a somehow friendly face you’ll find ‘round here.”

Tyler let out a small laugh, “Ah yes, the blade to the throat had given that away.”

Walking away from the window your smirk boarden, “You pulled that on yourself, pretty boy.” 

Preparing to return to your own room, you collected your pack of cigarettes and checked the time on your phone. Doing that, you saw the Gorgon’s text informing you that he was entering the dorm. That was your cue. 

“Oh I almost forgot,” you said, as you opened the door, “we’re going to Jericho tomorrow morning.”

“What for? Is this your way of asking me out?” 

You rolled your eyes, “No dumbass, you have a required therapy session to attend to and I have to tag along.” 

Tyler groaned at the thought, and you were tempted to do the same. This would be a very long and awkward morning. So before closing the door you threw him one last playful smile.

“Good night, pretty boy.”

His grin made you think that maybe this would be enough compensation for the dreadful next morning. That was totally irresponsible of you, but you were off-duty. A little flirt outside of working hours couldn’t hurt, right?

The court had required therapy sessions for Tyler – again, for what you had understood. Usually it was someone among the teachers that drove those who needed to attend the sessions, but given the situation, you were the one driving Tyler to Dr.Fern's office. The new therapist at Jericho was located on the border of the town, meaning that Tyler won’t have to face any familiar faces. Still, as you knocked on her door, you could sense his nervousness. The door swung open to a ginger curly-haired woman, around her thirties, round glasses perched on her nose and wearing a comfy yellow sweater under her jeans overalls. Her gold hoops and slightly tanned skin contrasted with her light gray-blue eyes, and her general relaxed appearance surprised you for a second. 

“Ah, you must be Tyler Galpin,” she cooed in a melodic voice, “you’re right on time, come in please.” 

You shared a dumbfounded look with Tyler before following her into her office. The place was rather simple but well-furnished and you had to admit, it was putting at ease. 

“I’m Dr.Caitriona Fern,” she introduced herself as she sat on a purple armchair, gesturing to Tyler to do the same; you decided to stay on your feet, and took a look around the office to identify the potential exit. “I’m your new therapist, it’s a pleasure to meet you Tyler.”

“Nice to meet you too ma’am,” he said politely yet nervously. 

She smiled warmly at him and turned her attention to you, “And you must be Tyler’s friend then. Principal Weems had informed me that you would be present during those sessions as well.”

“I’m not his friend,” you corrected, “I’m his babysitter, Y/N Van Helsing.”

Tyler glanced at you with undertones of hurt in his eyes; he knew you were acting so cold and distant because you were in public. But after the flirting and open-heart moment you shared the day before, it hurted slightly. 

Despite your snappy tone, Dr.Fern smiled warmly at you, “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope you’ll join our sessions eventually, it could be productive.”

You snorted, “Not a chance. I’m here to make sure you don’t end up gutted on your own floor like his previous therapist, nothing more.”

Once again, she gave you a sympathetic smile through your harsh words, “Is it thought? Maybe those sessions could benefit you for all this repressed sentiment of injustice you bury under all your sarcasm.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, and Tyler gasped. “How did you do that?” he let out in surprise. 

“I’m a really good therapist,” she smiled softly. 

Another second passed before you realized what it was about, “You’re a fae,” you said slowly, to which she answered with a humble bow of the head. 

“That’s right. I’m graced with empathic abilities, which made me indeed a good therapist. I’m surprised you identified me so quickly,” she added, still with a kind tone, “it’s hard to recognize fae, even for sharper Van Helsing minds.”

“Not that hard when you know what to look for,” you shrugged casually. 

Fae had a very specific aura, like a faint glow around them that reminded of sunset. The calming aura around them was also characteristic of the species, some people would mistake it for kindness. Internally, you cursed at Weems for not having told you that the new therapist was also an outcast. 

“Are you upset that I’m not human?” asked Dr.Fern, cocking her head to the side. 

“No,” you said flatly, “faes aren’t usually prone to manipulate people. Can’t say the same about humans or Principal Weems.” 

The therapist’s smile turned into a sorry expression, “Principal Weems must have her reasons.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, “this isn’t about me, begin your session and forget that I’m here.” 

Dr.Fern gave you one last smile because refocusing solely on Tyler and the two of them began to talk. Leaning on the window’s ledge, you crossed your arms over your chest and made sure to shut down your ears. Honestly you didn’t think that those sessions would do anything to Tyler; he was a cocky asshole who tried to fool everyone with a guilty act, but you knew better. He didn’t want to change, so no matter how kind Dr.Fern was, therapy sessions would be useless. So there was no need for you to listen to all of this bullshit, and hopefully the session would come to an end before you’ll even realize it. 

But a few words still caught your attention. 

“Why do you want to have those sessions, Tyler?” 

“I don’t think I really have a choice,” he said nervously. 

“Yes, but why do you want to actually participate in them?” pressed the therapist gently.

He thought for a moment, pondering about it, “I- I want to get better. I don’t want to ever be trapped in my own body like I don’t have any control over the Hyde like before, I…I don’t want to feel helpless again, not like that.”

You glanced at him from the window ledge, an eyebrow slowly rising in surprise. Such an open confession wasn’t what you had expected, even less so in the first session. 

“Does the lack of control over the Hyde frighten you?”. Tyler nodded. 

“A bit yeah. I mean- I know what I did, and I can’t lie about how violent I still can be – like to be even. But…I want to have some closure to be over with Jericho. I want to put all of this behind me, if that makes sense?”

The therapist smiled softly and nodded, “It does.”

Yeah, you thought internally, it does.

About twenty minutes later, the session finally ended and you couldn’t help but release a relieved sigh. God, an hour had never felt so long. 

“It was a good start,” deemed Dr.Fern as she got up from her seat, “I’m glad we had this session Tyler.”

“Me too Dr.Fern,” he said while shaking her hand – under your watchful eyes, you had completely refocused the second the therapist had moved. “See you at the next session.”

“Goodbye Tyler,” she said as he crossed the door; when you followed him, Dr.Fern stopped you an instant, “Don’t be so stubborn about him,” she whispered to you, “he’s genuinely relieved to have those sessions.”

For a brief moment, you were tempted to snap at her. But faes weren’t liars. Instead, you bid her goodbye and caught up with Tyler without a word. Maybe she was right, and there was more of Tyler Galpin that you had thought.

[Part.3] 

A/N: writing flirty and cocky reader and Tyler is EVERYTHING AHHHHHH they’re feral babies I love them omg 

Also if I manage to get back to drawing again, maybe I’ll draw Dr.Fern and scared!Enid and Tyler uhuhuh  👀

The next chapter should be posted soon, because most of it is already written! (was supposed to be in this one but I have cut things differently) 

Thanks everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed this part ♥ Hope you’re all doing okay, take care of you ♥

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[funky--lesbian]

Super Nova (Chapter 3)

Larissa Weems x OC

Adelaide’s POV

You could feel the anxiety swirling through your body as you looked up at the man standing over you. Panic and fear filled your very being as you clutched at your now ruined dress, the cold wood floor harsh against your bare legs.

“How many times do I have to tell you to cover up!?” He roared as you shrank back, pressing yourself into the wall behind you. You let out a gasp as he grabbed your shoulder harshly and dragged you up.

“No, no, no, please, I'm sorry please, I won’t…” You whimper as he towers over your cowering form, anger filling his eyes. 

As he shoved you towards your room you stumbled over the tatters of your skirt, reaching out to catch yourself and grabbing his arm. He lets out a bellow of rage as you feel his negativity in your soul, his emotions blending with your own. Anger clashing against fear. Panic and rage meeting with sparks. But the strongest of all was a deep loathing, overtaking every emotion, filling you and wrestling with the deep sorrow in your heart.

You let out a scream as he shoves you away from him into the wall of the hallway. You collapse to the ground as glass breaks around you. “Don’t use your fucking freakishness on me again!’ He bellows as you shrink away from him. Your eyes stared emptily into the broken glass of the picture frame that fell with you.

Blood drips from a cut on your temple, partially obscuring the picture below you. Smiling faces look back at you, faces that feel so familiar yet so very wrong with those emotions. Your fathers face had never smiled as long as you knew him.

The other face you recognized only from the few pictures around the house, always smiling in the frames, however, when you looked in the mirror all you saw was your own sorrow. A sad mimic of your mothers being. Her only legacy was tarnished by the very reason for her death.

You see the glass around you shake as your father stomps closer, and you close your eyes in terror. Just as his boot meets your side, you feel a shift, a touch of unfamiliar warmth on your wrist as a new set of emotions fills you. Worry, care, concern, all so out of place in your body, blending with the blackness inside you.

You sit up suddenly, pulling away from the warmth. Those emotions don't belong in you, you would destroy them.

With panicked eyes you blink away the memory of your father, quickly taking in your surroundings. A warm car, quiet radio, the rain pattering at the window, and the scared face of your boss, sapphire eyes filled with tears, once perfect mascara now leaving tracks down her face.

“No, no, no, I'm so sorry, I’m so sorry, Larissa, I’m so sorry.” You whimper, pressing yourself back against the icy cold window, away from her warmth and her touch.

You know what would come if you felt the brush of those fingers again. The same thing that always came. Disgust, fear, repulsion. You could practically feel them already. You quickly scramble out of the car, falling onto the harsh gravel as the rain falls around you. You could feel the ever-present press of your own emotions threatening to overtake you.

Barely even on campus and you had already ruined it.

Your breath comes out in sharp gasps as you hear the car door open and close, followed by quick footsteps on the gravel. You couldn't even look up at your new boss as your emotions fell over you like the rain soaking through your clothes.

Despair, disgust, loathing, and the ever-present fear filling you as you huddle there, terrified of what's to come.

You feel more than see her as she kneels next to you. You shift your body away from her warmth, the hard gravel cutting further into your palms as pain joins your other swirling emotions.

“Adelaide, my dear,” the tall woman whispers as she shifts closer to you. You look up at her in shock, her face is filled with concern as she takes in your huddling figure.

“I’m so sorry…” You whisper once again as she looks down at you, even in her current position she towers over you.

Slowly, as if approaching an injured animal, she stretches a hand out. You stare into her eyes as she moves closer, no sound except your heavy breathing and the pitter-patter of the rain around you. You let out a sharp breath, your eyes falling closed as her soft, warm hand makes contact with your cheek.

Emotions once again swirl around you as you brace yourself for what's to come only to let out a gasp of shock. Your eyes open wide, staring into her face as you sense her. Next to your fear, you feel concern. Your panic is met by care, the only negativity in her person is despair but even this was tinted with warmth. It was not the despair that swirled through you every time you looked in a mirror but rather the despair of not knowing how to help someone. 

You closed your eyes once again, a tear slowly making its way down your face at the unfamiliar feelings swirling inside you. Without even realizing it you found yourself leaning into her hand, seeking out more warmth until you found yourself enveloped in her arms.

Her hand now replaced with her warm cheek on your forehead as you cried into her, exhaustion seeping into every part of your being as your eyes fluttered closed. Slumber took hold of you as you felt her warm breath across your ear. “Oh my dear, what has happened to you?” She murmurs into your hair before you lose connection with the waking realm.

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[goldenamberhoney]

Induction

Warnings: Kidnapping (Not exact kidnapping; like the one from Wednesday in the Nightshades)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Addams!fem!reader

Summary: Wednesday rejects the Nightshades but Y/N accepts after a certain someone’s begging.

You had followed Wednesday to the statue, a book being held by Poe immediately drawing your attention to it. “Wednesday, look,” you said, kneeling down to see under it as you pulled out a notebook. “S…N…A…P. Snap. Tw…twice,” you said, writing it all down as you stood up, Wednesday looking a you with a half-proud expression. You stood back, the girl lifting her fingers up and snapping her fingers, the sound echoing.

Immediately, the statue rumbled as we walked through, climbing down the stairs as Wednesday followed you. A book caught your attention as you flicked through the pages, your eyes landing on a tear in the book. “Found it,” you muttered, Wednesday immediately grabbing the book. “Well done, cousin,” she said, touching the tear gently. That was, until, a bag was thrown over your head and you were dragged into a chair.

As much pleasure as it brings you to be in this position, not knowing who you were under the vulnerability of. “Who dares breach our inner sanctum?” a voice asked as the bag was pulled off of your head. And just like that, your hopes were dashed as you looked into Bianca’s eyes. “You can take the mask off, Bianca,” Wednesday said. “Actually I preferred you with it on,” you said as she scoffed.

“How did you get down here?” Xavier asked, looking at you. “Rowan showed us,” you said, not looking at the boy. “Left pocket,” you said as Xavier took the photo out of her map. “Tracked the watermark and then I solved the riddle,” you said. “Wait, there’s a riddle?” Kent asked, confused, “I thought we just snapped twice,”. You scoffed. “Well aren’t you the brightest of the bunch?” Wednesday asked as you sniggered.

“The Nightshades are an elite, social club. Emphasis on elite,” Bianca said. “We have roof parties, campouts and the occasional midnight skinny dip,” Yoko said. “Last I heard, the Nightshades had been disbanded,” you said. “Yeah, the group kinda lost its charter 30 years after some normie kid died,” Xavier said, shrugging. “Weems looks the other way as long as no one makes any waves,” Yoko said.

“What are we gonna do with them?” Divina asked, as Xavier stood up. “I think we should induct them. They have a legacy,” he said, pointing to our mother. “Let me save you the trouble, I’m not interested in joining,” Wednesday said, making Yoko frown. “You’re seriously turning us down?” she asked, confused. “Can you believe it?” she said, sarcastically as Xavier turned to you. “Y/N….you as well?” he asked, a look of almost sadness on his face. “I…” you said, not knowing how to respond.

“Untie her,” Bianca said, pointing at you. “I freed myself 5 minutes ago,” you said, dropping the rope. “It’s upto you, I’m leaving, Y/N,” Wednesday snapped as you turned to follow her. Xavier stepped in front of you, his hand blocking your way as you glared at him. “Y/N, please,” he said, hands on your shoulders. “Why?” you asked, the word more of a statement than a question. “If it means you’ll stop ruining my coat,” you said, brushing his hand off of your coat and walking away, so he couldn’t see the smile on your face.

A/N - What the hell is this. It’s so bad 😭😭😭

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[kingluffy5]

Playing Detectives Pt 3 (Wednesday x Male Reader)

Finally starting to move a few steps forward into their investigation Y/N have discovered the existence of a secret society, found the second half to the drawing the details their destiny, and while they were at it they knocked Wednesday’s mortal enemy down a peg, however they have just been seemingly kidnapped.

The two of us are now tied to couple of chairs, after the bags are ripped off of our heads a projector is used to shine light into our eyes and in front of us stand several hooded figures wearing masks, most of whom are clearly people we know.

“Who dares breach our inner sanctum.” Bianca says distorting her voice

“You can take the mask off Bianca.” Wednesday replies.

Everyone takes off their own masks as well, Bianca, Ajax, Xavier, Yoko, Divina, even Jack, Jason, Gwen, and Amelia are there.

“Wait I preferred you with it on.” Wednesday says, which me, Jack, and Jason laugh at.

“How did you get down here?” Xavier asks.

“Rowan showed us.” I respond.

“Left pocket.” Wednesday says.

Xavier walks over and takes the drawing out of her pocket and unfolds it.

“We tracked the watermark down to the Poe statue and then we solved the riddle.”

“Wait there’s a riddle? I thought we just snap twice.” One of them questions.

“Well aren’t you the brightest in the bunch.”

“The Nightshade are an elite social club, emphasis on elite.” Bianca says.

“We have roof parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny dip.” One of the says.

“And Yoko is an amateur mixologist.” Another says.

“She makes a killer virgin mojito, it can get pretty wild.”

“Wow do you guys even have a bed time, last I heard the Nightshades have been disbanded.” Wednesday says sarcastically.

“Yeah, the group kind of lost their charter thirty years ago after some normie kid died.” Xavier answers.

“But we have a lot of wealthy alumni so Weems looks the other way as long as no one makes any waves.” One of them answers.

“Wait how come none of you guys ever told me about this?” I ask my siblings and cousin.

“We tried to you just never cared to listen to us.” Jason answered.

“Name one time.” I challenge, seriously I pay attention to them and care about what they’re up to, I find it hurtful they don’t think that.

“A few months ago when I first joined I tried to tell you but you said you were busy reading.” Gwen says.

“One month ago we were going to invite you to take the pledge but you said you couldn’t talk because you were going to beekeeping.” Jack says.

“I literally was about to invite you for the third time to take the pledge last week but you said you had to go down to your forgery.” Amelia points out

“You have a forgery?” Wednesday asks.

“Yeah Weems lets me have as long as nobody gets stabbed and all the swords I make stay in there.” I explain.

“We’re getting off track here what is your history with Rowan?” Wednesday asks.

“We booted that loser last semester, question is what are going to do with them?” Bianca says. “Only members are allowed in this library.”

“I say we invite her to pledge.” Xavier says. “She has a legacy.” He then points to a picture of Wednesday’s parents when they went here.

“What about me?” I ask.

“We could invite him too.” Gwen suggests.

“After the crap she pulled in the Poe Cup there’s no way in hell, we talk about not making waves she’s a tsunami, and Y/N is like her shadow.” Bianca says rejecting us, I personally think of me and Wednesday as equal partners so the shadow comment wasn’t appreciated, especially with the glare I earned from Xavier after it.

“Just because I beat you at your own game, let me save you the trouble, I’m not interested in joining.”

“Me neither.” I say.

“You’re seriously turning us down.” One of them says sounding offended.

“Can you believe it.” Wednesday says sarcastically.

“Untie them.” Bianca orders.

“We freed ourselves five minutes ago.” Wednesday says as we hold up the ropes and I flip them off.

We then get up and hand our ropes to Xavier, as we make our way to the staircase one of them blocks our way, this one had a black eye, I don’t know how they got it but I have a feeling Wednesday was involved.

“Do you want a matching black eye?” She threatens as I crack my knuckles.

We then make our way up the stairs before Wednesday stops. “It’s amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name.”

We then leave.

— — —

I’m now sitting in my next Therapy session having to deal with avoiding some of Kinbott’s exercises.

“What does this ink blotch look like?”

“The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.”

“And this one Y/N”

“The birthmark on my uncle’s ass.”

She sighs and puts the cards down on her lap. “Y/N, we’ve been having our sessions for half a year at this point, and we barely made any headway, so stop bullshiting this and for once give me a straight answer.”

“We have made progress, several weeks ago we realized a trigger for my panic attacks are moments where I feel guilty for some reason or another.” I point out.

She just holds up the card, I sigh and take a good look at it. “A cat and a bird.” I answer.

“Hm, that answer indicates that the patient is holding onto guilt from a traumatic experience they believe is there fault, what do you think is that experience?”

“I have no idea.” I lie through my teeth, I know perfectly well what it is, and I don’t have any intention on telling anyone.”

We run out the session talking about stuff that has been going on at school and stuff.

— — —

Me and Wends are standing out in the quad holding the drawing of the two of us and the pilgrim surrounded by fire up to where the events are apparently going to take place.

We were also out in the quad because of Weems’ announcement, we will all be doing jobs around Jericho as part of, in my opinion, the most horrible part of the year, outreach day. But today we have to deal with going to some unveiling of a statue in the town, it will have performances by Nevermore students, I know Enid and Gwen are doing one of the performances so I’ll watch for them.

Now we are getting handed the envelopes saying where we are working.

“Yes, I got Pilgrim World, I do have natural people skills and a love of preforming so it’s kind of the obvi choice. What did you guys get.” Enid asks us.

“I got the Weathervane.” I answer.

“Euriah’s heap, whatever that is.” Wednesday says causing Enid to grimace.

“It’s this weird creepy antique store, you’ll like it though, I’m crossing my claws Ajax and I get paired together.” Enid says excitedly.

We then look over at him and Xavier and I hear him say he’s got the Weathervane as well, that should be fun.

Enid leaves and Weems comes over and tells Wednesday that she will be playing her cello alongside the Jericho high school band.

We hop on one of the vans to Jericho.

Wednesday goes to talk with Xavier while he’s staring some blank wall and I go off to explore a little.

We then go sit at the town square as the Mayor thanks us for our generosity and makes some corny joke before Weems dismisses us.

“Enid switch volunteer assignments with me.” Wednesday asks her.

“No, Euriah’s heap is definitely not my bag.”

“It’s an emergency I need to check out Pilgrim World.”

“But Wednesday this isn’t a fair trade why would I agree to spend the entire day at some dumpy emporium of crappola.”

“Because Ajax is going to be there, Thing took sneaked a peek at his assignment, but if you’re not interested.”

“No, oh my god, thank you, you’re the best.” Enid thanks her before running off.

“Good luck at Pilgrim World, I got that one last year a lot of Normies work there and they hate Nevermore kids.” I warn before we part ways.

— — —

I’ve been working here for about an hour and nothing really special has been going on, when Tyler tried to show me and Xavier how to make the coffee I showed him I already know how. I saw Weems, Thornhill, and the Mayor talking for a little bit but I didn’t really care what they were talking about, probably just boring stuff about taxes or bills or whatever adults talk about.

When I catch Xavier glaring again at me I decide that enough is enough.

“Look man, either you can actually yell at me or you can keep pouting like a baby, which will it be.”

“I don’t know, so far pouting seems to be doing just fine.”

“What is up with you, we never really hung out but now it feels like you hate me.”

He then sighs and leans against the counter. “Honestly I’m just jealous of you and Wednesday, somehow you made it so she doesn’t hate being around you at every moment.”

“Dude me and Wednesday aren’t dating if that’s what you’re worried about, we’re just looking into Rowan and the monster.” I answer, I don’t know why but when I say that me and Wends aren’t a thing I feel a little twinge in my chest.

“Yeah she was asking about him and Crackstone earlier.”

“Crackstone?” I ask.

“Jeez, it’s like I’m the only one who knows anything about him, he founded Jericho, he was in some picture she was looking at that had you two in it as well.” He tells me.

“Thanks, that’s really helpful, and me and Wednesday are really only friends, we cool?” I ask him.

“Yeah we’re good.” He says.

“Hey you ever gonna tell everyone what happened to your eye, I know it happened a few years ago and that you missed a few weeks of school for it but other than that not even Enid knows?” He asks.

“Nah, and no offense we may have just gotten back on good terms but if I ever finally tell everyone what went down with my eye it most certainly won’t be you.”

We share a quick laugh before he walks off to help a customer.

I help a few more customers before Wednesday walks in, sadly she’s in her Nevermore uniform, I would have paid anything to see her in the Pilgrim uniform, Eugene better have grabbed me a picture.

Xavier went to greet her, but she quickly turned him away, saying she’s there to talk to Tyler.

“You know the original pilgrim meeting house from the 1600s, do you know if it’s still around?”

“What’s left of it is out in the woods but it’s pretty much in ruins.”

I finally walk over to them and look at the map.

“Show us.” She says, he points to where it is.

“But it’s kinda sketchy, squatters and methheads use that place as a crash pad, my dad has to clear it out every couple of weeks, what’s this about?” he asks.

“Nothing.” She says.

“You guys are really becoming obsessed with this whole monster in the woods thing.”

“Would you rather I developed an obsession with horses and boy bands? Thank you for the help.”

I go to grab my stuff to tag along while Tyler says he could take her later which she rejects, why do I feel happy that she turned him down.

“I’m taking my lunch brake boss.” I tell Tyler tossing the ridiculous apron behind the counter as I walk out with Wednesday, I notice Xavier looking at us, I swear if he still thinks me and Wednesday are dating I will trash his art studio.

— — —

We arrive at the ruins of the old pilgrim meeting house and start to investigate.

Thing signs that he was expecting more when an old homeless guy asks her who she’s talking too, Thing manages to scare him off by grabbing onto his throat.

We look around a little more before Thing asks if she can control her visions.

“No, I can’t just touch something, my visions happen spontaneously.”

He then signs that she should ask her mom for advice.

“I’d rather dye my hair pink then ask my mother for advice, oh you want me to prove it to you.” She then goes around touching various parts of the ruins before grabbing a Taco Bell bag, sarcastically saying it would give them some real insight, and faking a vision. For as closed off and deadpan as she is, Wends has a great sense of humor.

“We could still give it a shot.” I suggest.

“No, my visions are about as predictable as a shark attack.” She remarks walking away, but when her hand touches the door she has another vision causing her to fall, I catch her and lay her down on the ground. While she’s out I decide to make small tall with Thing.

“How do you get you’re nails to look so good?” I ask

‘Me and Enid give each other manicures.’ He signs

“Ah.”

‘What makes your family outcasts?’ He asks

“We are wizards but we mostly focus on alchemy and runes.” I answer

We then spend a while just chatting about mine family and his and Wednesday’s.

“It looks like it’s going to rain, maybe we’ll get lucky and have to miss the statue thing” I say looking at the sky.

Wednesday bolts up looking shocked. “Thing, Y/N I saw her, the girl from my visions, her name is Goody Addams and I believe she is my ancestor from 400 years ago.”

Now, if I went to any other school and befriended any other girl, then this would sound insane, but since I don’t I wasn’t as shocked as one might have been hearing this, I was still shocked, but not as shocked.

We then get up as it started to rain and we heard sounds coming from outside, we look and suddenly the monster reveals itself. As quickly as it appears it runs off. We run after it and followed it’s tracks, but something strange happened, the tracks started shifting from that of the monster to human tracks.

“The monster is human.” Wednesday thinks out loud.

“What the hell are you doing?” Xavier asks holding his umbrella suddenly appearing from out of nowhere.

“We were following the monster.” Wednesday answers.

“Wait you saw it, it’s here, you have a death with or something?”

“What exactly are you doing out here?” Wednesday asks him.

“I heard you were checking out the old meeting house, guess I’m just lucky when I did.” He says as if we couldn’t have handled it ourselves.

“We did learn one thing, the monster is human, it’s tracks turn from monster prints to human ones.”

“Show me.”

We turn to show him but the rain washed the tracks away, Xavier scoffs at that.

“We know what we saw.” Wednesday says.

“I’m trying to keep an open mind.”

“How big of you.”

“I think you may be right about Rowan.”

“Why the sudden change of heart?” I ask him.

“I texted him again today, said maybe we should meet up over spring break and go snowboarding like we did last year, only this time he texted right back and said he wouldn’t be able to make it.”

“Only you never went snowboarding last year.” Wednesday realizes.

“Part of me wanted to blame his recent weirdness, I didn’t want to think that something bad had happened.”

“The cover up is always worse than the crime.” Wednesday says.

“I need you to be honest with me, why did you guys come out to the old meeting house in the first place.”

“We were trying to lean more about Crackstone, figure out how he’s connected to all this.” I say.

“Yeah and you were trying to use your psychic abilities, right.” He says to Wends.

“What makes you think I have any?” She asks.

“Lucky guess, when did they start.”

“About a year ago, when they happen it feels like I’m touching live wire, I usually enjoy that sensation.” She says

“Yeah, but you can’t control it and that freaks you out.” He says “My dad’s a psychic.”

“Vincent Thorp, my brother’s his number one fan.” She reveals. “Watched his Vegas special so many times I’m surprised it’s not imprinted on his eyeballs.”

“So I’ve lived with the self described master and the first thing he’ll tell you is that the visions can’t be trusted, they only show you one half of the picture.”

“I saw Joseph Crackstone as clearly as I’m seeing you now, he gathered all the outcasts in the meeting house and burned them alive.”

“Okay he was a sadistic asshole, so what it was 400 it has nothing to do with now.”

“But what if it does, you saw Rowans drawing, Crackstone was standing in the quad.”

“Your creating a story in your head and using visions to back it up, they’re showing you what you want to see.”

“Are you mansplaning my power?” She asks rhetorically.

“All I’m saying is my dad, the expert, would tell you that psychic ability isn’t rooted in logic, their triggered by emotions, and let’s be honest emotion isn’t your strong suit.”

“I believe Rowan was right, something bad is going to happen and we need to stop it.” Wednesday says referring to the two of us. “Starting with that monster, whoever it is.”

We walk off to go to the town square where for some reason it looks like it never rained and me and Wends were completely dry.

Wednesday went to go set up her Cello while I went to go sit by me family.

“Where are you and Wednesday coming from?” Gwen asked.

“The old meeting house in the woods, we were looking into some stuff and found out that the monster is actually human.” I say

“That’s crazy.” Amelia said shocked.

“That’s what Xavier said when he showed up.” I pointed out.

“Did he really have to be a cockblock for such a romantic date.” Jack said teasingly.

Eventually the Mayor starts to make his speech so I take that as my signal to doze off.

I thought I heard something and when I looked over my shoulder behind the stands I see thing light a match and throw it onto a trial of gasoline, this trail led into the statue’s fountain feature causing it to explode.

While most people ran away me and my family were laughing our asses at the fact the Wends stayed to play her Cello.

— — —

After the explosion Wends was sent to Weems’ office. After that Enid had her date with Ajax and I went to sleep, but not before congratulating Wends on a job well done in Jericho today, turning a dreadfully boring assembly into something truly entertaining. I’m also excited to start making some real progress on the case, figuring out who Rowan’s imposter is and who this monster is, are they the same person are they even connected. Who is it, and what is their goal.

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[psychic-refugee]

Wenvier Bingo - Witch/Wizard Boarding School

The Nevermore Academy of Wixen was the premier boarding school for the magical elite.

There were four Halls the students were split into once they arrived.

The Serpents were venerated as scholars, for the serpent bestowed the greatest gift to mankind: knowledge.

The Wolves were fierce and loyal, they depended upon each other and protected the pact above all else. They were regarded as protectors.

The Spiders were industrious and creative. They held Arachne as a Patron Saint, for she was bold enough to place herself amongst the gods and taught weaving amongst other crafts. They were regarded as creators and innovators of spells and potions.

The Ravens were mysterious and aloof, they held themselves just as clever as the Serpents, but their motives only known to themselves. They were regarded as the philosophers for they were the keepers of memories and thought.

There were no interviews, applications, or even a tuition. The only way to gain entrance was to be invited. It was said the School chose its students, and only selected those who would go on to do great things.

The Thorpes and Addamses had a long legacy of attending Nevermore. There had yet to be a generation skipped since its inception in 1791.

There was a bit of a rivalry between the two families, Wednesday and Xavier were no different. They held respect for a peer and equal, but otherwise were more than happy to stab each other in the front in order to get ahead academically.

There was a bit of a mishap at Xavier’s godmother’s funeral, so he had not seen Wednesday since they were ten.

When they had gotten onto the train from the New York Union Station, they had come across each other and were a bit awestruck at how different they looked since they had both gone through puberty.

Wednesday had recalled a bit of a squat and chunky boy, it irked her that puberty had been so kind and generous to her rival.

He was tall, lost all of his baby fat, had searing green eyes, and a jaw that could cut diamonds.

Xavier was an artist at heart, and he had never seen such beauty before Wednesday Addams. He had forgotten his game plan to be curt and on guard, he knew how clever and treacherous Addamses could be.

Instead, he couldn’t stop starting and yearned to take out his charcoals and sketch her.

The train abruptly moved and broke their spell. They each took their seats, all the while they kept an eye on the other. They convinced themselves that it was to scope out the competition, but in reality, their eyes were drawn to each other and were desperate to gaze upon their loveliness.

Wednesday’s horrid attempt at being subtle and not stare at Xavier was interrupted by the arrival of a perky blonde who would not stop talking.

Enid Sinclair burst with pride and excitement when she got her invitation to the Nevermore Academy.

“I’m the first one in my family to ever be invited. Otherwise, we’re home-schooled or go to one of the public wixen schools,” she babbled on, not getting the hint that Wednesday was not interested, although the raven-haired girl did appreciate the distraction from Xavier.

“I heard there’s a test of some sort when we get there, to be sorted into the different Halls. I hope it’s not written; I always get so nervous…”

Enid blathered on, but Wednesday was just as in the dark about the test as the rest. It was tradition for the First Years to not be told, and her parents had irritatingly been adamant that she remain ignorant.

Meanwhile, Xavier got to know Ajax Petropolus. The boy was chill, and Xavier could smell a hint of pot. He wondered how Ajax scored an invitation, as it was clear from his casual toque and overall demeanor that he was not the typical elite wixen.

“Oh yeah, no one else is in my family is magical,” Ajax confessed, “I didn’t even know I was magical until we got the invitation and Weems delivered it personally.”

“Oh wow,” Xavier was surprised, “You’re a Sponnie…Spontaneous First Generation Wixen,” he explained when Ajax was confused, “It’s really rare.”

“Yeah, like one in a million or something. But I didn’t have anything better to do, so I thought, why not learn magic? Sounds dope…I hope we get to fly…”

While flying was one of the greatest joys to most wixen, Xavier hoped for Ajax’s sake that the other boy quit smoking pot. Flying on a broom and being high was not a good mixture.

It also baffled Xavier when Ajax implied he almost turned down Nevermore, it was unheard of.

The train got to Jericho, the town right outside of Nevermore, around midday. Instead of being escorted straight to the school, they were all gathered in the parking lot and Headmistress Weems greeted them.

She welcomed them to Nevermore and as tradition, the First Years had to make their way to the school, and there were no rules on how to get there.

That was all she said.

What she didn’t say was that it was a race, or that there was some sort of prize or adulation would be given to whomever got there first.

Weems did not say that, but that is what the majority of them heard anyway.

Many went into town and found that the locals were not accommodating. Many had grown up sheltered and did not know how to navigate the non-magical, “Normie,” world.

Xavier had the wealth and enough experience with Normies to know how to order an Uber.

Wednesday chose to sabotage that Uber by throwing a knife at its wheels and then hot-wired an old car she found.

Xavier in turn slashed the tires of the stolen car and tried to ride a bike.

Wednesday and Xavier were stuck in a cycle of one upping and sabotaging the other.

Enid chose to bypass asking for help, certain that she could find her way on her own through the woods. As the first in her family to go to Nevermore, she felt she had more to prove than anyone. The road was more than likely winding and could see the school high on the hill. She was certain the woods was a shortcut.

Perhaps it technically was the shorter route, but it was a magical woods filled with magical creatures that slowed her down.

Weems heard Enid’s scream all the way in her office when the Rats of Unusual Size descended upon her.

Ajax simply started to walk up the road, enjoying the crisp New England autumn air. The Normies paid him no mind, and the road avoided the dangerous magical creatures that lived in the woods. He gave no attention to the time, not when the leaves were turning and beautiful.

Enid, Wednesday, and Xavier all made it through the gates, a little worse for fear.

Wednesday and Xavier had matching soot smudge faces and some of their uniform was singed.

They may or may not have resorted to setting each other on fire, determined to beat the other to school.

Enid was covered in mud, had twigs in her hair, and a few scratches.

All had wide eyes and were determined to be the first.

Weems could only look at them with exasperation as they limped through the gate, still trying to be the first one. She further sighed when they demanded to know who was first.

“That would be Ajax,” and she pointed to where he was enjoying the welcoming buffet that was set up in the courtyard.

“What?!” “How?” “Seriously?”

They all screamed at once.

“He walked up the road,” Weems tried to be patient. “Sometimes, the simplest solution is the correct one. It also helps that he doesn’t have a silly family rivalry that does more harm than help,” she didn’t have much hope that the Addams and Thorpe scions would listen, but her hope sprang eternal. “He also wasn’t afraid to ask for directions,” she said pointedly to Enid.

“So, what Hall are we in?” Wednesday asked, she figured getting to the school was part of the test.

“Interestingly, none of you quite fit in any Hall. Your petty, stubborn, and complete disregard of your own safety or the safety of others will have you in your own Hall.”

“Own Hall?” Xavier had never heard of such a thing. There had always only ever been four Halls, he had hoped to be a Serpent like his father.

He side eyed Wednesday who had a similar hope, as Addamses were usually either a Spider or a Raven.

Enid felt dreadful as she thought it meant she didn’t belong anywhere.

“Yes, it’s rare, but it does happen. Ajax will be joining you.”

“Why? He got here just fine and was first,” Wednesday pointed out.

“He did, but there’s no prize in getting here first. That was your own prideful presumption. Despite your ill-conceived notions and Ajax’s simple yet effective and efficient method, all of you exemplified each Hall. You each showcased the best and worst of yourselves. I think you all could do great things…you just have to get out of your own way.”

So, the four entered Nevermore as the top students as they were the only ones to actually make it to the school on their own.

They had their own hall, with Xavier and Ajax as roommates and Enid and Wednesday rooming together.

They took Weem’s advice to heart and were determined to be the best they could be.

Except Ajax, he was just enjoying the vibes and to Xavier and Wednesday’s chagrin, he excelled at magic with seemingly not even having to try. It was quite galling for the both of them, which they bonded over as they studied.

It was hard for them to hate him, however, as he was too nice and paid their competitiveness no mind. They each had too much pride to keep an asymmetrical competition going.

Xavier and Wednesday found that they could not let go of competing for the #2 spot at Nevermore.

They did find, however, that they could push each other to greatness and heavily make out in the library. They were efficient that way.

A perk of having their own Hall, was that they could easily sneak into each other’s room. It felt like destiny when Ajax and Enid started to date as well.

The four grew close as they were the top students and found that with helping each other, they could do great things.

They were neither Serpent, Raven, Spider, nor Wolf.

They were Outcasts.

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[brooklynmuseum]

Carrie Mae Weems pays tribute to her grandfather and calls for justice for her family.  

In A Movement in Every Direction: Legacies of the Great Migration, Weems shares the story of the disappearance of her grandfather Frank Weems, who was attacked by a white mob in Earle, Arkansas in 1936. Presumed dead, he narrowly escaped and made his way to Chicago on foot, never again reuniting with his family. By weaving historical events with fragmented family stories, photographs, poetry, music, and interviews, the artist reveals the tragedy of her grandfather’s disappearance and the aftermath of his vanishing, highlighting her family’s ongoing search for answers. 

Experience the work of this trailblazing artist, community-focused activist, and soon-to-be Brooklyn Artists Ball honoree in #GreatMigrationBkM through June 25. 

📷 Brooklyn Museum. (Photo: Danny Perez) → Audoin Desforges, 2020

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