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Tardy, part 9

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s time to take down Ghostface once and for all…nothing can go wrong, right?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Language, Angst

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: There’s also fluff in the beginning because it wouldn’t be me without fluff…happy reading! Don’t forget to tell me what you think <3

The rest of the evening is spent in bliss. Tara in your arms splayed on the floor while you guys whisper disgustingly sweet nothings into the other's ear.

The morning after is no different. You wake to the smell of burnt bread, bacon, and eggs.

You get up drearily, try to stretch and immediately regret it when you feel a sharp sting pull at both your shoulder and stomach.

Humph. Last night almost made you forget you had two additional holes in your body.

You poke your head into the kitchen and smile cheekily.

"Good morning sunshine. Whatcha making there?" You hum, waltzing over to stand behind your girlfriend.

You don't see her face but you can tell she's pouting. Her shoulders tight, fists balled at her sides.

"The bagel burned." She says, letting out a tiny huff.

You peer over her to see 4 halves of a bagel burnt to a crisp, sitting sadly at the feet of the table.

"I can see that." You chuckle. She turns around quickly, big frown on her face.

"It's not funny. This has never happened before." She whines.

"It's a little funny. I mean, who would've thought an amazing chef like you would burn some plain ol bagels?" You tease, tilting your face down to press a kiss to her hair.

She pinches your sides a little too hard in warning.

"Okay, okay! Come on, I'll do the bagels. The bacon smells amazing though, you should go check up on those." You suggest, watching Tara brighten up at your praise comically fast.

You can almost see the imaginary lightbulb spark above her head.

"Yes. That's what I'll do." She grins, sauntering over to her bacon and eggs. She turns back quickly as if she just remembered something.

"But not because you told me to." She says, a mischievous grin on her lips. You roll your eyes but nod nonetheless.

She picks up her phone from the counter, presses play on a song.

It fits the energy nicely. Sort of slow, sort of upbeat. It's very romantic though.

She senses it too, you can tell by the way she snakes her hand around your waist and pulls you closer for a dance.

It might look a little silly from an outsider's perspective, you'll admit that, but it fills you with warmth.

It's times like these you want to use those cringy words couples are always describing their feelings with. You feel fuzzy. You want to forget about everything else in the world and focus on her.

"Tsk. tsk. Lovebirds, outta the way, I'm starving!" Mindy exclaims, popping out from god knows where. You frown a little at the intrusion.

She hurries over to the fridge, grabs a stray piece of bacon on her way there; earning her a light slap from Tara.

She rummages through the fridge, moving things left and right and out and in again.

"What's got you so excited?" Tara asks, sharing a look with you. Mindy doesn't turn as she answers.

"Not excited, I'm getting prepared. Can't defeat Ghostface with an empty stomach, can I?" She replies jokingly.

It's enough to ruin the mood. It makes you remember it's not just you and Tara in this world, and absolutely nothing is currently fine.

You straighten, clear your throat. Then turn to Tara, hoping you can still pretend to live in the moment.

"Shall we have breakfast, m'lady?" You ask, bowing dramatically.

You can tell it doesn't work. Tara's eyes darken again.

"Yeah...yeah. Let's." She says, sending you a small smile and pulling out your chair for you.

You squeeze her hand three times and try to send her a secret signal. She smiles a little, returning with three squeezes of her own.

You're quiet most of the ride to your apartment. The seven of you are crammed into Sam's little SUV; knees pressed together uncomfortably.

"What's the plan again?" You ask, trying to relieve some of the anxiety that's forming inside you with a distraction. The untimely news about your father had shaken you a bit, leaving you with no memory whatsoever of the plan the rest of the gang had made.

Tara's the one who answers you.

"We call Ghostface, get him to come to your apartment. You, me, Sam, and Chad will be waiting. Try to get him to fall for the trap, cage him up, shoot him and then we chop chop and pretend this never happened for the rest of our lives." She says simply, with all the chill of someone who's planning a holiday vacation.

When you get to the apartment, Sam equips herself with a net gun, the most important weapon; because she claims she's the only one who can use it. She's not wrong about that.

When she hands out the rest of the weapons to the group, you can tell she sees the hesitance on your face. You're tired. Not ready to fight.

The only weapon she gives you is a tiny pocket knife.

There's a trap set up right at the front door, and if all hell goes loose, there's a secret gun stashed in your bedroom.

You're not confident in the plan, not at all. There's way too much assuming what Ghostface will do when you all know he's a deranged psycho with a mind of his own.

By the time you get there, trap at the front door set, you're shaking. It's an unfortunate habit, really. You feel the dull ache in your stomach get worse with anxiety.

You're all standing smack dab in the middle of your living room. Nobody's relaxed enough to sit down.

Mindy, Ethan, Anika and Danny are situated together somewhere downstairs, in hiding. Ready to signal to you guys if they see anything suspicious.

You told them that you shouldn't split up, and safety was in numbers; but alas, the four of them had refused.

"Don't worry. We'll be safe." Ethan had said to you before he left, quickly following behind the other three with a skip in his steps.

Now, Tara inches closer to you, obviously sensing your turmoil. She grabs both your hands in hers and brings them up to her lips to kiss each of your knuckles. Her face is tight, determined.

"I'm gonna kill this fucker for what he did to you." She whispers, low enough for no one else but you to hear.

Normally, you'd laugh and quip back that she's way too tiny and weak for that, but the way she's looking at you; all mad and worked up sends shivers down your spine.

You open your mouth to tell her you'd happily do the same for her, but the indistinct sound of a phone ringing beats you to it.

Sam looks down at the contact and her expression turns unreadable. She sends all of you a final 'you ready?' look.

"Hello, Samantha." Comes the raspy voice out of Sam's phone.

"Hi." Sam grits out, grip so hard around the net gun that her knuckles turn white.

It's quiet for too long, almost like Ghostface is unsure of what to say. You raise an eyebrow internally.

Wasn't Ghostface supposed to be like super witty and stuff?

"Hey fuckface, would you mind telling us where you are? I'll show you mine if you show me yours." You say, voice light; sort of teasing. Tara grips your hand hard in support.

"Oh, YN...you didn't think I didn't know about your little plan did you?" Ghostface drawls and all four of you pale almost collectively.

"Plan? We just want to meet the fucker that wants to kill us," Sam says, eyes darting back and forth between your windows.

"Why don't you show yourself hm? Or are you too much of a pussy that you can't even fight me face to face?" She taunts, and you try to bite back the surprise on your face at her tone. She's serious, snarl on her face, fire evident in her eyes type of serious. It scares you a little.

What scares you even more is that you agree with her. There's something stirring deep in you, the feeling of ever losing Tara, the random uncalled DNA test, the fact that this fucker wants to take you away from her.

It's never going to happen.

You're about to open your mouth and bully the hell out of Ghostface when a loud shrill scream cuts you off.

You can feel the atmosphere change immediately.

It's not like your first night up on the roof with Tara now, you know what you're supposed to do. Or at least you kind of know.

You dart out the front door, leaping past the trap door you've made and practically sprint down the flights of stairs.

You can hear the three of them close behind you, footsteps hurried.

"Guys?" You call out.

There's a thumping sound and an animalistic groan. It makes you run even faster.

You round the corner to see Danny pressed up against a wall, Ghostface too close for comfort and thrashing wildly.

He's putting up a good fight, dodging and throwing in punches when he can; but it's clear who has the upper hand here.

"Hey, fuckface! Get away from my girlfriend's sister's boyfriend!" You yell, as loud as you can.

Damn, that's wordy.

You grip Ghostface's shoulders, using as much force as you can to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze in an attempt to try and pry him off Danny. You manage to throw him back, and quickly steady your feet as he tries to take a sloppy swing at you.

"Danny, where's the rest of them?" You question, looking around to see no sight of Ethan, Anika nor Mindy.

Ghostface surges at you again, and you dive to the side, kicking him in the side.

"I don't know, they just left." He says, sounding exasperated. You scrunch your eyebrows at his statement.

You see Sam behind Ghostface, ready with a beer bottle in her hand.

Huh, wonder where she got that.

She slams it down on his head hard, and Ghostface lets out a whimper. He swings madly at the both of you, not letting you approach. Then, he dashes out the lobby door before you guys can do anything.

You see the internal conflict in Sam's eyes. She wants to follow Ghostface, but she also wants to check up on Danny and his sort of worrying-looking wound.

"Stay with him. I'll follow Ghostface." You say, your tone authorative. You know she needs to hear it right now.

"Absolutely not." Tara pipes up, rushing up to you and putting her hands on your waist.

As if that was going to stop you.

You lean down quickly and press a kiss on her cheek.

"I have to go. Like right now. Or else we're going to lose him." You murmur, rub her back comfortingly. You can tell she's about to open her mouth and argue again, but Chad beats her to it.

"I'll go with her, don't worry Tara." He announces. He grabs you by the arm and urges you forward.

You mouth a quick 'love you' to Tara and run out the front lobby door, Chad in tow.

It's not hard at all to guess where the three of them could've gone. You notice the splatter of blood beneath your feet immediately; signal it to Chad.

"Holy shit." He whispers.

It's a lot. It has to be at least a gallon of blood, paving a clear way, hand prints and feet prints crazy and wild.

There's a spluttering sound to the left of you where the blood trail starts getting bigger and thicker. In big, random splotches till it stops right in front of a bush.

It would be a good hiding spot, if it weren't for the liquid painting everything crimson.

You round the big bush, weary; scared of what you might find. The pocket knife is pressed hard in your hand.

"Ethan?" You say as you see the brunette boy propped up against a wall, hiding behind the bush, hands pressed to a wound at his ribcage.

He looks extremely close to death. Like the grim reaper is five seconds away to coming and sucking the life out of him type of dead.

You don't waste a second. You rush over, fall to your knees, already feeling tears prick at your eyes.

"No no no, please." You murmur to no one in general, gripping and slapping at Ethan's shoulders, trying to get him awake.

His eyes are half-lidded, breath coming in in short sharp gasps.

You turn sharply, scream at Chad to get down here. You make him press at Ethan's wound further while you grab desperately at your shirt and ripping a piece off.

"YN." Ethan croaks, trying to get you to look at him.

There's no time, you can't. You can't let him go, not when you've just started to get to know him. Your closest friend, under you, bleeding out slowly.

There's no use trying to stop the tears now, tears stream down your face, blurring your vision.

You take the cloth in your hands and wrap it around his wound, tight, in hopes of stopping the bleeding.

It's too late, you all know it. He's already lost too much blood. He shakes a little and it makes you look up.

He's laughing.

He doesn't get to do it for very long, because blood is trickling out his mouth and choking him.

"Please, Ethan. I need you. Please don't go." You plead, taking his hand in yours and squeezing as hard as possible.

You feel the faintest squeeze before his hand falls entirely limp.

"I love you." He whispers, and then he closes his eyes. It looks almost peaceful, like he's falling asleep after a long day.

You're sobbing now. There's nothing holding you back, just pure carnal screams.

Chad sits, hands limp at his sides. Like he doesn't know what to do. He's crying too, you notice, but it's hard to see anything through your hazy vision.

You know they were close too, to the point where Chad was comfortable enough to introduce Ethan to the rest of the gang.

You feel hot, and the sadness switches to anger fast. You feel enraged.

You stand up, look both ways.

"Ghostface! Show yourself you fucker, or I'm going to hunt you down and gut you myself." You yell, hands gripping the pocket knife so hard the handle sinks between your fingers a little.

Immediately you hear something coming from the back of you. You're knocked back and stumble onto the pavement, a blur of black and white on top of you.

Your heart picks up till you feel like it might explode. Ghostface's taking your arms and placing them above your head, trying to stop you from moving.

You scream as he takes his knife and slices open the wound on your stomach once again, not too deep for it to be fatal; but enough for you to feel like you want to die.

He gets knocked over by Chad, who's standing arms flexed and ready for more fighting if necessary.

You roll over, get as close to Ghostface as you can, and try to sink the pocket knife into his chest.

You hit something hard and furrow your brows, trying with all your might to press down so you can finally kill the fucker.

He's wearing a bulletproof vest, you realize all at once, and try to change the directions of your knife.

It's too late, because he's recovering already. Ghostface reaches down to grab at your shoulder wound. You hiss, retracting immediately at the pain.

He takes that opportunity to get up and flee, but not before aiming a knife to Chad and throwing, ninja style.

"Yeah, flee you pathetic coward." You growl, taking Chad's extended hand and getting up.

"Guys?" You hear Sam call out, somewhere somewhat close.

"We're over here!" Chad yells out, and it takes only moments before you see the three of them running towards you; faces distraught.

Sam and Danny slow down halfway when they see that there's no immediate danger, but Tara picks up her pace, rushing towards you and all but flings herself into your arms.

You wince, but hold her tight.

She pulls back when she feels the thick sticky liquid painting her own shirt red. Her hands dart to cup your face, deep frown on her lips.

"You got hurt again." And her voice cracks as if she might cry.

"I'm okay." You try and reassure, tilting your face and kissing her hard.

You pull back, too quick for her liking.

"Ethan." You mumble, suddenly feeling weak in the knees.

"Ethan what?" She asks, trying to wipe the blood off your face.

"He's dead." Chad answers, voice hollow.

Tara's face changes immediately. She knows how close you were with him.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry." She whispers, rubbing comforting circles at the top of your head. You bend down, bury yourself in the crook of her neck so she doesn't have to see you cry.

You sniff slightly.

"So like...what do we do with the body?" Danny pipes up.

"We'll call the police. No use calling the ambulance now." Sam answers, eyeing you while she says the second part of her sentence.

You don't react, trying to block out the noises around you and focus on Tara. You think you might break down if you don't.

"Where's Anika and Mindy?" Tara asks softly, moving her hands to rub at your back now.

"I don't know." You mumble, shake your head to affirm your statement.

No one says anything for a long moment, but everyone's thinking the same thing.

"You guys don't think...Anika and Mindy are the killers do you?" Chad asks, a little hesitant. He sounds in disbelief.

Sam moves to touch his bicep lightly, trying to offer him some comfort. He leans into her touch, shoulders sagged and defeated.

"We don't know," She says, "but we should find them. Before we make any assumptions. Tara, call YN an ambulance. The rest of you follow me."

There's always a sense of authority in Sam's voice that makes you want to follow, want to believe in her.

Tara nods at her sister, and leads you onto the edge of a sidewalk where you can sit freely.

She walks away to call the ambulance, and you watch as the rest of them walk away; till their silhouettes look the size of an ant.

You turn your attention to the road in front of you, the busy city. Not a single person bats an eye your direction, and you wonder how not a single person had come to your aid when you were screaming for your life.

"God, I hate people." You say as Tara sits down beside you.

"Me too." She says with no hesitance. You turn your head to look at her.

You think you understand her trauma a little bit better now. You can't even imagine doing all this a second time.

Your girlfriend really was a special kind of person.

She smiles at you softly, and the lamps above you light her face nicely.

"We'll be okay." She says, and squeezes your hand three times.

You hum but don't say anything. Squeeze it back three times.

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literallystopit · 2 years ago

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probably the most disrespectful thing you could do to an author. i don't write, but authors genuinely put so much hard work into creating content for US. deadass as shitty as taking the money out of a birthday card and not even bothering to read what your family wrote in it. do better wtf

#dont do this #wow what a shit thing to do #if you do this please never speak to me and go fck yourself

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Tardy - T.C.

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None??

Summary: You come late to a class one day, and an unexpected friendship, (and maybe more) blossoms.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Woo! This was a long one to write, and i'm not sure if i added enough fluff in there, but if you guys want a part two, i'm happy to write more :)

You had been pining over this girl for six months. At first it was all fun and games, just some motivation to get up and into class each morning. But soon with every nice gesture and soft smile she sent your way, it turned into something more.

Tara Carpenter.

She was the prettiest girl you've ever laid your eyes on, with wide doe eyes and freckles littered everywhere across her face. You'd noticed her one particular day when you had realized you overslept, rushed into class, in nothing but your jamies and an oversize hoodie.

When you opened the doors, a little loud, okay maybe a lot loud, everyone's heads snapped to you. You stilled, acutely aware of everyone’s eyes on you.

A small giggle sounded through the room, and you locked eyes with a short-looking brunette.

Feeling embarrassed enough to last a lifetime, you quickly hurried over and sat next to the girl, a blush rising up your neck at everyone still staring.

"As I was saying..." The professor began, to which most people took their eyes off you and focused back on the lesson. You breathed out a sigh.

"That was quite an entrance, if I do say so myself." A voice sounded beside you.

When you turned your head to look at her, the comeback you had so cleverly thought up died in your throat.

"I- um, hi! Yeah, it was a crazy day, see- I just went to a party last night and I might've gotten crazy drunk and then forgot to set my alarm and woke up and realized we had a test today, so I really wasn't thinking about my outfit, but-" You stopped when you realized you'd been rambling, the blush rising to the tip of your ears now, though for a totally different reason.

The girl cocked an eyebrow up and gave a tiny smirk.

"Sorry, my name's YN. I'm not usually this stupid." You offered her a handshake, head turned down in embarrassment.

"A handshake?" She asked a little teasingly, but took your hand nevertheless.

Deciding you'd already embarrassed yourself enough for one day, you turned back to the teacher, determined not to act stupid in front of this pretty girl.

"Tara." She mumbled after a while, but loud enough for you to hear.

"I'm sorry?"

She turned to you and tilted her head a bit, like staring hard enough would allow her to read your mind.

"My name's Tara." She said, giving you another soft smile.

You felt your lips start to tug upwards at the ends, and a giddy feeling, like butterflies entered your stomach.

"Pleased to meet you, Tara."

The both of you never talked about the routine you got into, but ever since that first day, when you walked into class and scanned the room, you would always look for Tara first.

She would always leave a seat beside her for you, death glaring anyone that tried to sit in it.

It was a comfortable situation, and you were content in being in her company, even though it was only for a few hours.

You’d bring her and yourself some coffee, quickly remembering what her go-to order was.

Sometimes you guys would study together in the library, throwing flirty comments and looking at each other longer than friends should.

You couldn’t help but get distracted sometimes in class, what with such a gorgeous girl next to you, how could you not?

Unbeknownst to you, Tara would also sneak some peeks in, but she was a lot more discreet about it. You never caught her staring once.

But on one random Tuesday morning, she wasn't there. It was weird of Tara to not be there before you, since you were always late, but you shrugged it off and figured she might've gotten lost on the way to class. She would never miss a class in her life. You brushed the nagging feeling in your chest away.

Halfway through the lesson, the nagging feeling turned into outright worry. Tara would never miss a class without an important reason, and if she did, she would have at least texted you about it. The two of you had grown pretty close in the last semester.

y/n: Hey, are you okay?

She never answered.

As soon as the class ended, you sprinted outside and started running.

Finding the way to Tara's apartment was a bit challenging, seeing as though you'd never been there before. But Tara had given the address to you once, during a frat party you attended together.

You swayed on the heels of your feet anxiously, hoping Tara was home and not out somewhere dangerous. You had heard news of a new killer around, though you didn't pay it much attention. You certainly didn't want Tara to be one of his victims though.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A girl you'd never seen before opens the door, expression clearly annoyed. She looked a bit like Tara, but her demeanor was all dark and gloomy, completely unlike Tara.

"Um...is Tara home?" You mumbled, starting to feel small under her intense gaze.

"And who the hell are you? " She asked, eyebrows furrowed, arms crossed in front of her chest.

"YN?" Came a voice from inside, and you immediately recognized it as Tara's.

The girl at the door was pushed aside gently, and you looked down to see Tara, a curious expression painting her face.

"Ohmygod i'm so glad your okay. I was so worried I thought that psycho killer might've gotten you." You mumbled as you pulled her in for a tight embrace, her face nuzzling in the side of your neck. A small giggle erupted from the girl, and she held you a little tighter.

You stayed like that for a while, until someone loudly cleared their throat beside you.

You pulled away quickly, forgetting that there were other people present, and straightened up, raising your hand to the girl who greeted you at the door.

“Sam? Is everything okay?” Came a male voice from inside the apartment.

“Yeah, we’re good Chad!” She shouted back, still eyeing you like you were scum on earth.

You took a breath and stepped forward, raising your hand and meeting her eye.

"Hi. I'm YN." She eyed your hand, arms still crossed and very much still looking furious.

"A handshake?" She shot Tara a look, expressing something like a "really? this is the one you pick?"

"Yeah i'm sorry if i'm intruding, I just wanted to make sure Tara was okay since she didn't come to class today." You explained.

The older girl was fast to snap back, "You are, and you've seen her, so you should leave now."

"Sam!" Tara exclaimed, taking a hold of your wrist to prevent you from leaving.

"It's okay Tara, I don't mind. As long as I know you’re okay, then I’m good." You whispered, making sure she looked you in the eye to express how serious you were.

Her eyes softened a little, before turning to Sam and speaking slowly.

"He must've saw her come up. We can't let her go. She might get attacked."

You furrowed your eyebrows, starting to get confused about what they were talking about.

Sam must've saw the look in Tara's eyes, because she rebuffed her immediately, glaring at you as she said, "Absolutely not. I know nothing about her, you know nothing about her. For all we know, she's the killer!"

At that you step in.

"Woah, woah woah. I just gotta defend myself here and say I don't know what you're talking about right now, but I am most definitely not a killer." You winked at the older girl, trying to keep the mood light.

Oh shit. That sounds exactly like something a killer would say.

"I mean-! I'm just Tara's friend, I wanted to make sure she was okay. She never misses class so I came to check on her." You hurried out, seeing the look of suspicion growing on Sam's face.

"Please, Sam. How many innocent people are you gonna let die? And if she is the killer, then we'll have her right here with us! We'll keep an eye on her." Tara pleaded, though her tone was more pressed than anything.

Sam let out a scoff, and walked away, further into their apartment.

You’re left standing in the hallway corridor, not really sure what just happened.

"I guess that's a yes." Tara sing-songed and smiled at you, pulling you in and closing the door and giving you a peck on the cheek.

Your eyes widened and you tried your best not to gulp, but by the way Tara's smile turned even bigger, you know you failed.

"Come on, let's go meet the others." She tugged on your wrist, which she was still keeping a death grip on. Effectively dragging you forward to the living room.

You snap out of your daze and start to follow her, but not before asking a question you should’ve asked about five minutes before.

"What's this about me being a killer again?"

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literallystopit · 2 years ago

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sweet calamity | ch 4

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: It was something people described as the sweetest pain, the feeling of when the soul that's destined to find yours is closer to you. Wednesday saw it as a curse, promised herself she would hate whoever was chosen for her; but it's easier said than done.

A/N: Prepare your heart for this one. I was listening to this while writing. <3

Masterlist | Read Part 3 here

There was no sunlight this morning, Nevermore's grounds were grey, as were the clouds covering the sky. Without the sun, the wind moving between the trees became considerably colder.

Wednesday walked the stone path in the gardens, her steps well placed to avoid the bits of grass peeking in between that were still covered by the morning frost.

It was too early, a soft white fog was still hanging in the air and not many students were out and about at this hour, especially outside in the cold; but she had a feeling that the person she was after would be here.

One could say Wednesday blended in well with the gloomy weather; with her pale skin doing little in helping to hide the dark bags under her eyes, courtesy of spending last night worrying — no, worrying implies that she cares and she most certainly doesn't — thinking, about the what ifs that surrounded you and her.

It eventually became as clear as day even if Wednesday couldn't connect a few points. She still hasn't decided how to feel about it or what to say to you when she finds you.

We are a mistake; I don't want you, you shouldn't want me.

Those were the words that have been swimming inside her head all night, so much that she almost made it all Enid's problem too. They were true, weren't they? She would mean it if they were to roll off her tongue.

Yet, as Wednesday walked briskly, feeling the cold biting at her cheeks, she wondered why they brought an uncomfortable weight to her chest.

She found you under what once was a dense tree, your shoulder was leaning against its trunk; there was a boy next to you, tall and lanky and doing a poor job of being subtle with the way he leaned closer to you. Wednesday's face scrunched slightly, as if she tasted something sour; she needed your attention much more urgently than he did, surely you'd ditch him as soon as she makes her presence known right?

You were engrossed in meaningless conversation when Wednesday reached you, so much so that she had to tap your shoulder; causing you to turn toward her mid-sentence, your lips hanging half open.

The raven-haired girl did nothing but raise a brow, and after a beat of looking into her eyes, you turned your back to her again. Such a bold move of yours.

"Um, so Andrew," you clasped your hands together, smiling at him, "I'll meet up with you later, okay?"

"Sure thing," the boy raised a hand to your shoulder, squeezing softly, "see you then."

His gaze met with Wednesday's as he walked past her, and truthfully, he should be grateful that her eyes don't have the power to kill.

"Good morning, Addams." Your voice urged her dark orbs back to you, who was grinning, watching her intently. "You're quite early today," you told her then.

Wednesday breathed out through her nose, focusing on you with a blink; "you and I need to-" but her words faded, because her mind caught up with the fact that she wasn't feeling anything.

There was nothing. The mark on her wrist that she loathes so much; it didn't burn, didn't sting, didn't even tickle.

She had grown almost used to it, learning to expect it whenever you were close. Not having it, felt like someone ripped away a part of her soul, like there was this grip slowly tightening around the organ that pumps her blood.

It was all kinds of wrong because she shouldn't miss something she doesn't need.

Wednesday felt utterly pathetic, because her body was stuck not feeling things and you were looking at her with slightly raised eyebrows, silently asking her to elaborate.

"-Get to class, we're way too far and I'm not arriving late because of you," she finally snapped, turning away from you briskly.

So it's not you after all, but she was so sure.

And there's absolutely nothing more infuriating than being wrong.

You didn't mention how the class wouldn't start for another forty minutes so neither did Wednesday, she just walked, hearing your steps trailing behind her.

Wednesday was troubled, that much you could tell right away. She had that frown on her eyebrows and lips, the same one you saw once when she'd hit a dead end on her novel.

Oh, how you wanted to be able to take her hand and tell her that it's over, that there's no need to worry anymore.

Wednesday wallowed in her self-pity and rage during most of the class, plucking her pen into her notebook until there was a hole in the pages.

Her foul mood came off of her in waves. You could feel it as you sat beside her, the tension was almost palpable and it was making you anxious.

"What's bothering you so much?" You tried asking, your hands clutching at the fabric of your hoodie when you hugged yourself, partly to chase away the cold, partly for comfort.

For a long minute, the raven-haired girl remained quiet, with her nails tapping her pen rhythmically. She wasn't looking at you and you almost thought she wasn't going to answer at all.

"I'm not-" Wednesday cut herself off with a huff, her lips tight. How can she tell you without actually telling you?

Slowly, her gaze found yours — the teacher up front eagerly talking about elixirs was long forgotten — and the thing about you that set her at ease was still there. Wednesday still couldn't tell what it was exactly, it just… happened.

This time, she didn't fight it.

"I was feeling something for a while," she admitted, quieter than she meant to, "and now, it appears that I'm not anymore."

Dark as Wednesday's eyes might be, you could see them shine; it took everything in you to prevent them from breaking you.

"I don't know how to feel about it," Wednesday finished, her jaw set painfully tight as she looked away from you.

———

Soft. The new soil was soft. A little cold and damp, but still soft.

It shifted between your fingers, little specks of dirt clinging to your skin as you spread it over the flowerbed of the quad.

Most students were out for their club activities; you and Enid managed to get this period free to start working on your little renovation project. It was nice to see the quad so quiet and calm, you were almost able to completely ease your mind.

"I can't wait to see the end result," Enid animatedly told you, carefully picking up one of the seedlings you had gathered from the greenhouse, "they're gonna look so pretty when the fountain is working again."

You chuckled, taking the little white flower she gave you, "I hope so. It'll look better than it does now, that's for sure." You placed down the flower, adjusting it carefully before covering the fragile roots with a thin layer of dirt.

First one done, many more to go. And you were still considering that new tree.

You took a small sunflower next — the one Enid chose — its petals were a little dry, so before placing it down on the soil, you held it between both your hands with care and allowed a little more life to flow into it.

"This is always so cool," Enid said lowly, her eyes glinting as she watched the yellow petals take on a brighter tone.

"I guess it is." You gently placed the flower on its new home with a faint smile.

Enid pushed your shoulder lightly, "stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Dismiss your abilities."

You grinned at the way Enid was frowning at you; "I'm not dismissing," you shrugged, "they just don't have much use other than making flowerbeds."

The werewolf raised an eyebrow at you, successfully ruining her pristine uniform as she sat down on the dirt, "that's not true, I could think of a thousand things to do if I controlled every plant I see."

Following suit, you sat down beside her, your knee brushing hers. "You know, when I was younger, I used to make these little soldiers out of branches and sticks, usually tying them together with vines and stuff like that," you told her, smiling at the memory of a younger you conquering the woods, "I'd make them move around, sometimes fight each other, or just walk with me. Pretend they were alive."

"I'd love to see that one day," Enid responds kindly.

For a moment you let yourself enjoy the feeling of having a real friend who likes you for you, it's nice, you'll keep her forever if she lets you. Yet your mind was still elsewhere, drowning in the image of dark eyes staring at you, lost in a way you'd never seen them before, and it was your fault.

"Enid," you called quietly, "have you ever done something that felt right at the time…" you're fidgeting with your hands, restless, "but then after a while… it doesn't anymore?"

She hums, considering your words, "I think so, but in the end, it always works out if you follow your heart."

Well, then I'm screwed. You thought to yourself.

"Why? Did something happen?" Enid asked worriedly, tilting her head to try and catch a glimpse of your eyes.

"No, I-" you pause, biting the inside of your cheek, "I did something, and I'm not sure if it was a mistake or not anymore."

"Did it make you happy? This thing that you did?"

"I don't think happy is the word that I'd use."

Enid was silent for a beat, then she asked; "can you fix it?"

Your eyes became unfocused, your mind drifting as the words just fell, like droplets of blood from a fresh wound; "I don't know how, or if she'd ever want me to."

———

Apparently, you had ruined glass walls and flower perfumes for Wednesday. Because you didn't show up for botany today, and she had a hard time concentrating.

It's unsettling that everything that you've been forcing her to feel, was still there, and it caused her to dive into some light obsessive research last night.

Wednesday had taken Enid's computer and dug up every last bit of information about soulmates she could find online — which honestly, was an overwhelming amount — ranging from how it works, if it can suddenly stop even if you haven't touched, and all the way to conspiracy theories about why it exists.

It was driving her a little mad that she didn't have all cards on the table, she hated the feeling of having missing facts. Her gut was telling her that it was you — as much as she doesn't want it to be — yet reason was telling her that it couldn't be.

Why does she care so much anyway?

The class ended and you were still nowhere to be seen. Wednesday was now walking through Nevermore's hallways, her destination being the library. Maybe the books could answer the questions that the internet was incapable of.

Wednesday let out an indignant scoff at the thought. Why wasn't that her first option?

The ominous library seemed empty, as it was most of the time. Bookshelves standing tall, creating dark corners and allowing only little bits of sunlight to seep through, and the weak table lamps being the only other source of light. She could spend hours here.

Wednesday walked from one shelf to another, her fingertips collecting dust from each book she took. Some of them were old, the pages fragile and already with a brown shade to them; yet none had the answers she wanted.

Maybe the problem was that she didn't know what exactly were her questions in the first place.

The sun was nearly setting when she grew bored of hitting dead ends, a deep golden glow was bathing the dark wooden floors and her shadow was moving with it as she walked.

Though when she rounded a corner, Wednesday abruptly stopped, her boots scratching the wood.

You sat on top of one of the library tables, the only one that was placed in front of a window. Your knees were crossed and you had a book in your hands, the words on it being illuminated by the slowly fading sunlight behind you.

Wednesday couldn't help but be enamored with shades of golden at that moment.

Whatever it was you did to her, was still there too, because she found herself walking closer. You felt her presence, your head snapped up to look at her after she took the second step.

"Wednesday," you said her name in nothing but a breath.

She walked until her fingertips were grazing the edge of your table, her expression unreadable, "where have you been all day?"

You gulped, the grip you had on your book tightening. "I was busy."

"Not what I asked," Wednesday said plainly.

It wasn't easy for you to be around her, your heart needed a break, so you took one. You curled in on yourself a little, "why do you want to know?"

Because for some unfathomable reason, your absence seems to bother me.

That's not what Wednesday said, but maybe she should have.

You sighed, lazily placing your book aside and getting down from the table. "I went to town to pick up a few flower seeds we didn't have in the greenhouse, no big deal."

Wednesday nodded softly, "you could've told me."

Your lips parted but no words came out, you didn't know what you could possibly answer to that. Where was this coming from?

"I'm sorry?" You stumble out, more like a question than anything else, "I didn't know you wanted to know that."

Wednesday blinked a couple of times. You were right, why would she want to know that? What was happening to her?

She shook her head, as if these feelings were nothing but a fog that would easily dissipate. Slowly, she took the rest of the steps necessary to close the distance between you, her eyes focused on the book you'd been holding.

"What are you reading?" She asked.

Your heart rate picked up its pace, you could hear it if you focused hard enough; all because you were trapped between Wednesday and the big window behind you. She's killing you slowly, her soul was too well entangled with yours for you to ever be free of this sweet torture.

You had to think quite hard about the answer because breathing isn't your brain's top priority right now and it's making you lightheaded.

"It's uh- The Diary of Jack the Ripper," you paused, tongue running over your bottom lip and you didn't even notice that Wednesday's gaze followed the motion, "it's interesting, kind of."

The last rays of sun are reflecting on Wednesday's dark eyes. She's close, so close that you can count every freckle, every speck of her lipstick.

You're unaware that she's thinking the same.

She's thinking about the way the golden light is framing the outlines of your jaw, about how your eyes can't seem to pick a spot on her face to focus on, about how your unsteady breathing is fanning over her lips but you still feel too far away.

Wednesday clenched her jaw in frustration, her eyes sharp as she put a step of distance between you, "I don't believe it," she breathed.

A deep frown settled on your face, "that I'm reading his book?"

"That it's not you," her words came out tight and low, as if it hurt her to say them. They sent a shiver down your spine.

Before you could even think about an answer, Wednesday grabbed your arm, her fingers closing around your wrist in a nearly bruising grip.

Your heartbeat faltered the same way hers did, the feeling of her skin against yours instantly blurred your vision with tears. All the feelings you've been trying to bottle up since you touched her for the first time were starting to spill over.

Wednesday harshly turned your wrist so your palm was up. She raised your sleeve, and time stood still for a second.

There, right on the pulse point of your wrist, laid a faint mark, just a few shades darker than your skin tone. If you looked closely, or in this case, not that closely, you could say its shape resembled a scorpion.

Wednesday didn't let go of you, but she averted her gaze. Her lips parted with ragged breaths, the lower one trembling against her will.

You could feel fresh tears making their way down your cheeks and dripping from your chin, Wednesday only looked back at you when one of them landed on her thumb.

"You knew," she growled quietly. With her free hand, she raised her own sleeve to show a mark identical to yours, "you knew and you didn't tell me." She raised her voice then, her midnight eyes boring into yours and making you flinch.

For a while, you thought you knew pain, but nothing could compare to this. "I thought I'd spare you from the inconvenience." With that, you forcefully pulled your arm away from her hold as if she burned you.

For a moment, the action dulled Wednesday's anger for being kept in the dark about something this… important? And she finally noticed your tear-stained cheeks.

Too late, because she couldn't get a word in before you were pushing past her, your shoulder bumping into hers as you ran away from the library, away from her.

Wednesday was frozen to the floorboards, her eyes fixed on the spot you'd just been. She's feeling an ocean of emotions; they're nauseating, raising bile to her throat, so many things at once but what she expected — wanted — to feel, wasn't there, she didn't hate you.

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sweet calamity | ch 3

Wednesday Addams x Reader

A/N: I think I've rewritten this part about ten times, but I really hope it turned out somewhat good and hopefully doesn't feel rushed.

Masterlist | Read Part 2 here

The sunlight molded itself through the windows, casting shadows over Wednesday as she made her way to the quad. There was no need for her to be going there, none other than meeting up with you.

It's been a week and two days since classes started in Nevermore. Since Wednesday has involuntarily allowed you to be a part of her routine.

She discovered that you shared a handful of classes; sometimes meeting on the way to them, getting paired up in fencing, or finding each other between the greenhouse plants. So occasionally — only because your ability to get lost was unparalleled — Wednesday met up with you so you could walk together.

Enid was thrilled that her two friends had already sort of become friends with each other as well; the werewolf had been planning a girl's night, to which Wednesday was already planning her escape plan.

It's also been a little over a week since the persistent burn on Wednesday's skin has been following her incessantly, lurking around the corners and in the middle of crowded rooms, pulsing with a beat that she already knows the rhythm of.

There are times, late nights when she scars her fingers on the cords of her cello, where she recounts every time that she felt it over the day. You are present in most of them.

It's a coincidence, a foul move of this universe only to confuse her, Wednesday tells herself. It had to be, because she had already touched you, hadn't she?

You're sitting by one of the stone pillars when Wednesday reaches the quad, soft sunlight partly casting over you as you focus on something that's on your hands. There's a cold breeze in the air, getting colder as the days go by and winter quickly approaches. The trees barely hold any green anymore, it was pleasant, despite the sun.

Fewer students are hanging around, and Wednesday hates that she already anticipated the pain before it even happened. She inhales sharply, keeping her steps steady toward you as she pushes the feeling to the very back of her mind. A pattern was slowly starting to form, and despite her eagerness to put an end to things, Wednesday has been choosing to ignore it.

She stopped in front of you, her boots short of hitting your sneakers. "What are you doing?"

Always short and direct. It made you smile as you got up from your spot, your eyes capturing traces of golden light and the entirety of Wednesday's attention.

"Hello to you too, Addams," you smirked.

All Wednesday did was slowly start walking to class, knowing you'd be right beside her.

"These", you opened your palm to reveal a small bunch of seeds, "are lavender seeds. Eugene's bees are quite fond of them."

Wednesday's eyebrows scrunched adorably as she looked at your hand and she pursed her lips in concentration, you're not sure she even realizes she's doing it. You're also not sure if your heart has ever felt this way before — burning hot, valves working overtime each second more that you look at her, leaving scorch marks on your skin for the affection you already hold.

Why so easy? You wonder sometimes. Why does your heart change its rhythm for her?

You're stalling with the answers and you know it. And maybe you don't want answers at all, because this way you might just get to keep her.

Would it be too selfish? Too naive of you?

"He asked if I could grow a few for him." Gently, you picked up a single seed, holding it between your thumb and pointer finger.

Wednesday's gaze followed the movement. She watched as the flower bloomed in your hold, its petals growing until their color was a vivid shade of purple.

"For you," you said softly, looking at Wednesday even softer.

The Addams girl wasn't fond of this particular flower. She had this repulsive, sickening feeling in her chest — one she couldn't name, yet didn't have it in herself to chase away. She took the little thing from your hand, her fingertips almost brushing yours.

———

"You know you could just ask permission," Enid suggested, "I'm sure Principal Weems would let you."

Your attention automatically changed to the neglected flowerbed in the middle of the quad, the water from around it was drained and the dead tree that had been burned to a crisp was barely standing on its own.

The sight was saddening to you when you first saw it, and you'd been considering to offer to renovate it.

"You think so?"

"I do," Enid smiled in that bright way only she could manage, propping both elbows on the table so she could rest her head on her hands, "this place desperately needs some color anyway."

You chuckled, tapping your knee with your nails. You could already picture what flowers would go where, and maybe a new tree could be considered as well — it does take a lot of energy from you, but it would look so nice.

"I can go ask with you if you want," Enid offered, apparently sensing your hesitance, her ankle bumping yours under the table.

Your eyebrows raised as you looked at her, "Really? You'd do that?"

"Of course." She tilted her head to the side as a puppy would, "if you let me pick out some of the flowers you'll use."

Your smile was instant, "deal."

———

Branches and dead leaves crushed beneath your feet, the small porcelain pot you had on your hands now housed a bunch of pretty lavender flowers. As you walked, you made a mental note of asking Eugene why the bee shed was so deep into the woods.

Maybe it was because of the calmness of the forest.

Or because of the several bee hives, that seemed more likely.

You bit onto your lip as their buzzing reached your ears, placing one foot in front of the other with care; your attentive eyes watching as the bees walked all over their hives, some even flying above you.

You could hear Eugene inside the shed, talking to someone. He had told you bees were gentle, yet walking between them whilst holding a pot full of lavender felt like walking between lions with a freshly hunted deer.

One bee came to you, landing on a petal of your flowers. She had black and bright yellow to her colors, the small legs moving one after the other as she inspected your gift. Gentle indeed.

And it was only because of your new little friend, that you managed to not drop the flower pot.

Your skin was suddenly burning angrily, making you hiss through your teeth. It didn't make sense; you were deep into the woods, isolated, far away from anyone else. Unless-

"Wednesday, you alright?"

Eugene's voice was muffled when it reached you, but it got your heartbeat skyrocketing all the same, to the point where you felt sick to your stomach.

You knew for a fact that he and Wednesday were the only members of this club, he had told you so time and time again and yet it hadn't even crossed your mind when you agreed to bring him these damn flowers.

There was a pull on your chest that was new, as if someone was trying to carve your heart out. You could feel it; the way her soul was desperately calling for yours. Like being so far apart was torture.

A tear came down your cheek before you were able to gulp it back, followed by another, and then one more. Deep down a part of you already knew it, maybe ever since the first time you landed eyes on her. And you had chosen to live in blissful ignorance, but it was impossible to ignore it now.

Wednesday Addams was your soulmate. And she was going to hate you for it.

—

"What's wrong?" Eugene asked with urgency when Wednesday hunched over, clutching her wrist against her chest.

Her brown eyes took on a darker shade because of her anger, she huffed through her nose; "I'm considering chopping my arm off, that's what's wrong," she told him through gritted teeth.

Wednesday stomped to the shed's door, pushing it open with force and almost taking the old thing off its hinges.

She looked around frantically, searching for any signs of her other half. There was nothing but the rustling of leaves and the buzzing of bees.

"Why would you do that?" Eugene stood beside Wednesday, adjusting his glasses and following her gaze with confusion as to what she was looking for.

The bees were slowly but surely making their way to a pop of color that rested on a table beside one of the hives. Wednesday walked up to it, "so I can get rid of whatever link the universe thinks I must have with-"

Her words got somewhat tangled in her throat, because the pop of color was a shade of purple she knew already.

———

"… And Principal Weems loved the idea," Enid smiled, the food tray that held her dinner almost spilling its contents with the way she bounced, "it'll look fabulous, she's even letting me pick some of the flowers."

"Fascinating," Wednesday deadpanned, holding a tray of her own.

They reached their table, with Enid sitting on the opposite side of Eugene and leaving some room for Wednesday by her side.

The boy perked up as soon as his friends arrived; "Wednesday, have you felt it again?"

Enid's fork stopped short of reaching her mouth, "felt what?"

"Eugene, you have a mouth that's too big for your own good." Wednesday huffed, slowly setting her tray down.

Too late, because Enid's curiosity had already been poked. "What did she feel?" The werewolf's gaze changed between Wednesday and Eugene animatedly.

"Today in the bee shed," Eugene started, just as thrilled as Enid, "Wednesday felt the soulmate burn." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Enid's eyes were nearly glinting, her lips parted in a wolfish grin, "OMG, no way. Wednesday, you have to tell me absolutely everything about it," she squealed.

Wednesday eye's almost rolled to the back of her head, "I don't, actually. Because it's insignificant."

The look Enid gave her friend made it seem like Wednesday had personally offended her; "How could you say that? It's the most exciting thing. The person that's meant for you, it's right here in Nevermore. Do you have any suspicions? Oh, I could help you look."

Enid's excitement overwhelmed Wednesday. "Stop it, Enid," she said with finality, "this is no reason to be happy about. If anything I'd prefer them on the other side of the world. It's doing nothing besides being in my way."

With that, Wednesday finally sat down, eyes glued to the food she no longer desired to eat. "So drop it," she ended.

—

Your plan was simple enough.

All you had to do was touch Wednesday, without her knowing. Simple.

You had been pondering over it the entire day. You could still feel your eyes stinging and puffy, no matter how much water you threw on your face.

But it felt like the most sensible thing to do, right? This way you get to at least keep being friends with her, and she won't have to deal with the inconvenience of having her soul tied to yours.

Yes, this is the right thing. You kept replaying the words in your head like a mantra as you pushed open the huge wooden doors of the cafeteria.

As per usual, it was filled with outcasts. Your eyes skimmed over the crowd, looking for the one who tugged at the strings of your poor heart. You found her walking beside Enid, they were talking — well, Enid was talking — and making their way to Eugene's table apparently.

You breathed in deeply. It was now or never. You tugged your hoodie over your head; just in case she saw you, there was a lesser chance of her recognizing you.

Your hands were shaking.

Maybe it was meant to be this way.

Your boots were thudding the stone floor with each slow step.

Maybe that's why destiny hasn't allowed you to ever be alone with her.

You felt like a rope was tied around your throat, tightening by the second. Your vision slightly blurring.

Will your bond with her go away once you do this?

Just before reaching Wednesday, you caught sight of Andrew — a cool guy, usually your partner in Anatomy class — and he was getting up from his seat, empty tray in hand.

You figured you could make it up to him later for using him as a means to an end.

You hurried beside him, linking your arm around his free one with a smile, "Andrew, hey."

The boy looked down at you in surprise, but smiled when he saw who it was. "Hey, what's up?"

"Will you walk with me? I was just uh-" you narrowed your eyes, raking your mind for some excuse to tell him, "just heading over to the kitchen to grab some dessert." Good one.

A faint blush came to his cheeks and you cursed yourself for it. It's alright, he'll get over it.

"Of course, yeah, let's go."

You nodded excitedly, which caused a single tear to escape and slide down your cheek, but you were quick to brush it away before he noticed.

Tugging the boy a little closer to you, you started walking between the tables, each step bringing you closer to Wednesday.

You quickened your steps when she placed her tray down. And even from afar, you could tell she looked unhappy.

"If anything I'd prefer them on the other side of the world. It's doing nothing besides being in my way."

Wednesday's words resembled a sharp knife being steadily plugged into your chest. You didn't need context to know what she was talking about, and it just gave you more reason to believe this was the right thing to do.

You took a breath and held it in for a moment.

It happened both too fast and too slow. Mere seconds that felt like an eternity and a blink.

The tip of your pinkie brushed her own, just before Wednesday sat down. Your skin tingled as it grazed hers. You didn't dare look back, didn't change the rhythm of your steps or the pace of your breathing. All you did is keep walking, with your hand clutching Andrew's arm.

But there was a sudden quietness, the loud chattering of the cafeteria being muffled to your ears. The skin of your hand burned, almost to the point of unbearable and going all the way to the mark on your wrist — with it, you could feel the pace of a heartbeat that wasn't your own, but it was slowly fading, slipping away from your grasp and then…

Nothing. There was nothing. It felt like the stillness of the deep sea waters, calm and steady after a storm.

You pursed your lips to keep the sobs in, feeling the salty taste of your tears.

You read once that the red string of fate that connects two people can never be broken, it may tangle or stretch but never break. So why did you feel like you could hear the snap of it when you walked away from her?

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

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sweet calamity | ch 2

Wednesday Addams x Reader

A/N: Slowly, the story is shaping itself, hopefully y'all will like it. Also thank you so much for 7.5K followers, love ya. <3

Masterlist | Read Part 1 here

It was rare the times where you woke up before your alarm, given that you weren't exactly a morning person. But you could barely sleep last night, excitement and apprehension twirling inside your stomach; so it was no surprise when you woke up with the birds this morning.

Today was your first official day at Nevermore, the place where, supposedly, you belong. You were lucky to already know a few of the students here, Eugene for one, who had given you a basic tour of the school yesterday.

To say that Nevermore was big would be an understatement, the ancient, castle-like structure had your anxiety spiking as soon as you walked through the gates. It was a given that you'd take your sweet time getting lost here.

Just as you are right now.

You were leaning back on one of the stone walls on the quad, cell phone in hand as you read one of your mother's latest texts; have a good first day darling, remember to make friends and don't isolate yourself, love you.

With a soft sigh, you typed back the generic response you always gave your mom, a sweet thanks and I love you that usually did the trick so she wouldn't press the matter.

Stashing your phone on your backpack, your gaze roamed over the hallways and doorways, searching for any clues on where the hell botany class was supposed to be. Technically, you could just ask someone. Your fellow outcast colleagues came and went, passing by you nonstop. Yet part of you didn't want to be the lost newbie.

You pushed yourself away from the wall, turning around on the spot, forcing your peers to dodge you as you took a slow step backward to get some new perspective.

And that's when it happened again, so suddenly this time that it got you stumbling on your own feet.

It reminded you of when you accidentally touched that hot frying pan when you were seven. The burning, sharp and angry against your skin; right on the pulse point of your wrist. The same one you felt for the very first time just yesterday, and maybe that was the main reason for your restlessness today.

Your mother always talked with you about soulmates, about how she was lucky to have found hers and that maybe you would be too. But at the end of the day, she was also a realist. She had never once allowed you to dream too big, hope too much. Because she knew it wasn't a reality for everyone.

You grew up in a world of maybes. Maybe you will find yours, maybe you won't; both are okay. And that was your truth, you were content with any outcome.

Until yesterday.

It's strange how a few seconds can change a lifetime.

You had never cared much about having a bond with someone, but then you felt it. It was almost palpable if you focused enough, that fragile red string tied around your finger, sending shockwaves to your heart and changing its rhythm.

Overnight, the thought of breaking this bond became almost unfathomable.

Your backpack bumped into someone when you lost your footing, you quickly turned around with an apology on your lips, but the person spoke first;

"Whoever it was, do it again and I will break each of your fingers." She spoke lowly, with a bite to her tone that gave you goosebumps.

You could tell she straightened her tie before turning around to face you, and once she did so — ever so slowly — any words you had tangled on your tongue faded completely.

She was all raven black hair and smooth pale skin, her lips had a dark shade of burgundy to them, shaping the lines to perfection; if you squinted, you could see freckles over her nose; her eyes were just as dark as her hair, lashes kissing the corner of her cheeks as she blinked once, twice and then kept her gaze on you with a faint frown to her eyebrows.

Something about her got your heartbeat going haywire. It was addictive.

Only when the silence was bordering awkward that you found your voice again; "shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you." It didn't help your nerves that you could feel the eyes of the passing students on you, as if they were watching a live decapitation ceremony — plus the ever-present ache on your skin.

Talk about an eventful first day.

All the girl did was angle her chin up, her eyes skimming up and down your body. "Stop walking backwards and maybe it won't happen again."

You pursed your lips, nodding once. Touche. "That's great advice, actually." You attempted a smile, but when you got no response back, you continued; "uh anyway, I have to go to botany class so, I see you around?"

If you looked closely, you could tell she acknowledged your words with a nod of her own. Figuring that's all you were getting, you turned around and took a step the opposite way.

A beat or two passed, almost as if she was considering if you were worth her time of day or not.

"I'm heading to botany as well," the raven-haired girl's voice called after you.

You looked at her over your shoulder.

"And that is not the way." She told you pointedly, raising a perfectly styled eyebrow at you.

Good one, idiot. Was all you could think to yourself.

You stood in the middle of the hallway with six feet between you and the girl whose name you were already itching to know, unsure if she wanted you to tag along or not.

"I'm not gonna wait on you forever," she said then, impatiently, and you scrambled to fall into step beside her.

You followed by her side as she left the quad, passing through Nevermore's gardens — which were breathtaking this time of year, the huge trees with a mix of faded green and yellow on their leaves, some of them already forming a blanket on the grass beneath them, old stone paths for you to walk on and a cold breeze in the air, countered by warm sunlight; you could spend hours out here — until you saw the big greenhouse in the distance.

"Thank you for this," you spared a timid glance at the girl beside you, "really, I would probably still be walking in circles if it wasn't for you."

There was no response other than a blank look in your general direction; you wanted to hear her voice though. "I'm Y/N, by the way." The question about her own name went unsaid.

Did you always have the need to speak so much? Wednesday wondered.

By no means, she was one to care enough in helping newcomers find their way around. They could be bothersome, asking too many questions and delaying her routine.

Yet there was something about you that got her feeling uneasy when she considered parting ways. For a second, she wondered if it was your soul that was doomed with hers, but you had already bumped into her and the cursed burning was still there; with no pattern to it, ever unpredictable, resembling the push and pull of waves on the oceanside yet never going away entirely.

And Wednesday wanted to be annoyed, she should be annoyed, shouldn't she? Because the sooner she finds out who her other half is, the sooner she can put an end to it.

She wasn't. She wasn't bothered that it wasn't you. Because the thought of hating you was slightly unappealing.

Her jaw was tight, sunlight framing her profile and reflecting on her pupils as she said; "Wednesday."

Were you going to be another Enid? Talking her ears off every given minute only to warp your way inside her cold heart eventually?

Wednesday let out an indignant scoff at the mere thought of it.

Her response lit you up like a Christmas tree; "Enid's roommate?"

You reached the greenhouse and Wednesday stopped in front of the glass doors. She turned to face you, her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"Uh, we're friends," you were quick to elaborate, eyes focused on the way Wednesday's fringe flowed with the wind, "well, our parents are friends so we became friends too, she talked a lot about you on vacation. I almost feel like I already know you."

To that, Wednesday sharpened her gaze daringly, sure that Enid's version of her had the potential to be twisted into something sweetly inaccurate.

And was it bad that your panicked face was somewhat adorable?

"Not trying to imply that I do," you hurriedly said, eyes a tad too wide, "I'm just saying that I've heard a lot about you."

You amused her; the same way a cat finds it amusing to play with its prey. There was a ghost of a smile on Wednesday's lips; "yes, we do share a room."

The greenhouse was already partly filled with students when you walked in together, its glass walls almost entirely covered by plants, allowing only little bits of sunlight to come through as the smell of several different flowers engulfed your senses.

There were a few seats empty, but when you settled on a table at the back, Wednesday felt compelled to follow suit, making herself comfortable on the chair beside yours.

You kept surprisingly quiet during most of the class, taking notes in your notebook and occasionally tapping your pen against the paper but other than that, quiet. Wednesday felt strangely at ease in your company.

Wednesday had her hands neatly resting on the table, half listening to the new teacher's boring explanation about a poisonous plant and half counting the new species added to the greenhouse since she last came here.

She had counted twelve by the time her attention was captured, by you, no less.

There was a potted orchid resting by your side, it was a small thing, its soil a little too dry and its petals a little too pale — apparently the new teacher wasn't as attentive with her plants.

Wednesday watched the way you raised a hand to the poor flower, fingertips grazing the tip of its petals, and from each place you touched, a burst of life erupted. Slowly, the flower regained its bright colors, the leaves standing tall again in a deep shade of green at the same time that a loving smile came to your lips.

"Interesting," this time, Wednesday was the one to break the silence.

Her voice made you flinch, as if you had been in your own world for a moment. You took a deep breath before saying; "she was looking a little sad."

With her eyes still on the colorful orchid, Wednesday asked; "you make things come to life?"

"Uh, plants mostly," you shrugged, like even you didn't know the full extent of your abilities, "but yeah."

You looked up at Wednesday, not expecting to find her eyes already on you; dark as the night, if you looked closely, you could find galaxies in them to get lost in. You couldn't remember ever becoming this quickly infatuated with someone before, so much so, that it got you wondering — hoping — what if it's her?

The hairs on your arm stood up, a shiver going up and down your back. Could it be her?

"Enid always loved it," you forced out, at the same time that you forced the what-ifs out of your head — because you could almost hear your mother saying; hope is dangerous, don't ever let it overcrowd your senses. "She used to tell me that I'm lucky, that I could just conjure up any bouquet I'd want when I find my soulmate," you grinned at the memory, "and I always told her it was not that simple, that I can't make things out of thin air."

"Enid can be naive," Wednesday stated, tone a tad too tight, "she often times sees the world through rainbow lenses."

You chuckled, "do I sense some disdain?"

There's a beat before Wednesday says anything; a beat where she just looks at you, wondering when you got so comfortable with her, and why she let you.

"Quite the contrary," she tells you then, "Enid is one of the few people I tolerate here."

You smiled faintly, eyes downcast and focusing on Wednesday's hands instead of her eyes, "not for Enid."

Wednesday blinked slowly as understanding downed on her, she straightened in her seat; "most people fail to realize that having your soul linked to another is nothing short of a burden." Her words rolled off her tongue easily, that was her truth.

You nodded, not agreeing but acknowledging her view, "why would it be a burden?"

"Because no one asked for it, it's an inconvenience that's forced upon you. And people expect you to just accept it, love it, even," Wednesday told you, her eyebrows scrunched together in anger, "why would I ever want something like that?"

Your lips parted as you felt her hatred as if it was choking you, her black nails tapping against the table at the same rhythm your heart pumped blood. "What happens if you meet yours?"

"For their sake, I hope it never happens."

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Curious for part 3?

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Wednesday x reader - restore the balance

Part three:

The first day drew to a close, the sun began to set and you found a secluded spot under some trees and started to look around a little.

“Seems like a good place to stay.”

“Yes, sheltered, hidden away.”

You set your bag on the floor and turned to Wednesday.

“Can you gather some wood?”

“Is it wise to create a fire if you are trying to stay hidden?” She asked.

“We have to stay warm, and cook something to eat.”

“I suppose freezing to death would be a boring way to die.”

Wednesday wondered away and you waited until she was out of sight.

Kneeling on the found, you placed your hands just a few inches away from the ground and pushed down a little, creating a small hole.

You then grabbed some nearby rocks and surrounded the hole and piled some twigs and small sticks.

You held your palm out and ignited a small flame, setting fire to the fuel and took a step back as you stared clearing a patch nearby of rocks, sticks and anything else that would be uncomfortable.

Wednesday came back while you were doing this and placed some wood on the fire and placed the others a little bit away so it wouldn’t catch.

Rummaging through your bag, you grabbed a blanket and set it on the ground and sat down, crossing your legs.

You pointed towards you bag and nudged it towards Wednesday.

“There’s food in there.”

With that, you rested your hands in your lap and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

Wednesday studied you trying to understand you better.

She hardly knew anything about you, yet you let her tag along on your journey anyways.

She had asked a few people about you, but aside from Enid no one knew anything about you, just things they had come to see while being around you.

Enid wouldn’t tell her anything either, saying it was nothing to do with her and that it wasn’t her place to say anything.

Looking over the fire, she stared at you intensely.

Your face was blank, you didn’t seem stressed, but you didn’t quite look at peace either, it was hard to try and read what kind of state you were in.

But under the hood, she could barely see anything about you, and if anything it sparked curiosity in her. What were you hiding?

After a few minutes you sighed and opened your eyes again, slowly standing up as you started to pace a little.

“What is it?” Wednesday asked.

You sighed.

“Nothing, sorry.”

Walking back over to your spot you sat down, fidgeting a little bit as you tried to clear your mind.

You grabbed your bag, and you rooted through it, grabbing your map you set the bag aside again and opened the map.

Wednesday got up and walked over and crouched next to you.

“There’s somewhere I want to stop along the way. It would only add a few hours to the journey.”

“What is it?“

“It’s a small pond, a highly religious place. Is it okay if we go there?”

“Yes.”

You nodded and circled the spot on the map and put it away back in your bag.

Wednesday sat down a few feet away from you and watched as you started to pull food from your bag.

“Are you a religious person?” She asked.

“I… I’m not sure…” you mumbled.

“So you were?”

You nodded your head and started to put the food on the fire to start cooking it.

“So what happened?”

You didn’t reply at first and Wednesday didn’t push the topic, instead she took a book from her bag and started to read quietly.

When the food was finished cooking, you gave her half, and then you took the other half and set it in front of you.

The first night was awkward and silent, neither of you spoke and as sunrise came you got ready to put everything away while Wednesday was still sleeping.

Covering your tracks, and filling in the fire pit, and putting your blanket back into your bag as you set it back on the ground.

You sat back down and tried to meditate again, but it wasn’t working.

You couldn’t clear your mind, instead you listened to the nature around you, and the sound of Wednesday slowly getting up and packing all of her belongings back into her bag.

Hearing her stand, you opened your eyes and stood up.

“Ready?”

She nodded her head and you guys started to walk ahead.

“The pond isn’t far from here, it’s slightly of the track.”

“That’s fine. Lead the way.”

“Thanks Wednesday.”

As you got closer and closer to the place, you noticed the lack of energy you were feeling and you frowned heavily and stopped in your tracks.

You looked around at the trees, how did you not notice how they had slowly begun to die until all that remained was an empty wasteland?

“Why have we stopped?”

You turned to Wednesday and carried on looking around.

“Somethings wrong…”

“It’s simply an old part of the forest, it was ravaged by fires years ago, everything died along with it.”

You shook your head.

“No… it was beautiful. Flowers, brightly coloured trees and a calm atmosphere around the area, relaxing.”

Wednesday rose a brow a little at that.

“There hasn’t been anything here for years, I read about it when I was a child. I didn’t say anything as I wasn’t aware this was the same spot you were talking about.”

You shook your head and rushed forward, lightly running towards a small cave entrance.

You disappeared through it and Wednesday followed suit, coming out on the other side to a grey and a barren circle.

It was surrounded by stone walls, in the middle was a dead tree, grey water surrounded it.

“No…”

Dropping your bag, ashes blew into the air as you slowly walked forward, dropping to your knees next to the pond.

“(Y/N), this place was destroyed years ago…” Wednesday spoke quietly.

You stared at the water, it was so murky you couldn’t see your reflection anymore.

“Why…?”

“There was no reason.”

You took a deep breath and pulled one of your gloves off, dipping your hand into the water as you closed your eyes.

Images flashed through your head.

You couldn’t make out the faces, many people entered and looked around. One set fire to the tree, to the ground all around.

Another reached into the pond and pulled out a beautiful glowing bluish green fish, holding it in their hands they muttered something you couldn’t make out before throwing it at the fire bender who incinerated it on the spot.

You drew a sharp breath, stumbling a few steps back, your hand flew to your chest as you gripped the fabric around your heart.

Your breaths came out ragged, your eyes could barely focused.

Wednesday just stood silently watching you, eyes glued to the back of your hand where she could make out a light blue arrow.

You slowly turned your gaze to Wednesday, wide eyes and full of terror.

“How many places are like this…?”

“Honestly I am not sure. Random fires have appeared all around the state over time.”

You nodded your head and walked over to her, grabbing your bag.

“We need to leave.”

Wednesday followed you and watched as you put your glove back on.

You led you back to the living part of the forest and back to the trail that you were supposed to be walking along.

“Can I ask a question?”

You glanced at Wednesday and nodded your head.

“What really happened there?”

You sighed a little bit.

“It was a spiritual place, certain people could go there to seek advice and guidance from their past lives. It was a place to harness energy and get in touch with their roots. It was a stunning place, full of beauty you couldn’t never imagine in your wildest dreams.”

You stopped talking for a moment and Wednesday waited for you to carry on.

“When I touch the water I had a vision, people burning it to the ground and killing one of the spirits that lived among its waters, keeping that part of the forest alive.”

Wednesday nodded her head as she turned back to the trail ahead of you both.

Wednesday glanced at you again before looking away.

There was something she forgot to mention to you.

That pond was rumoured to be destroyed around fifty years ago.

Which meant that somehow you had to be older than anyone ever thought, and the tattoo on your hand? She had seen it somewhere before, but she had no way to be sure if it was what she really thought it was

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y'all ever just be scrolling through a tag and see this shit?? 😭 naww because genuinely what the fuck

#enid sinclair x reader #wednesday addams x reader #x reader #wednesday #help lol #i hate this #what the fuuuuuuuuck #huhhhh

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All Right

Wednesday x Kitsune!Reader

A/N: Last part! Thanks for the support! I'll probably do one-shots for my kitsune after this.

"Mom, I've got to go!"

Those words greeted you as you round the corner to Eugene's hospital room for a planned visit. The urgency in them made you furrow your brows as you neared the boy.

"Wednesday's one of the only friends I have. The first friend I've made. If she's in trouble, I've got to help. It's hive code."

Your steps speed up after hearing your crush's name and you almost collide with Eugene as he tries to leave. You reach out to steady him and hold him still.

"Whoa, whoa! Eug, what's going on? Wednesday's in trouble?"

He nods, causing his glasses to slide down his nose. "She and Principal Weems went to confront Ms. Thornhill who's the real bad person here." Rushing to explain, he grabs your arm and pulls you along. "We figured it out while she was visiting on her way out. It's been hours though and I haven't heard from her at all."

That news would've had you moving at mach speed, but you opted to let Eugene lead the march. You didn't want to leave him behind. The both of you reach the streets, bypassing the hospital staff surprisingly easily. Orienting yourself to your surroundings, you begin the trek to Nevermore.

"We have to get to the hive. I need my bees at the ready." You nod in reply.

In your peripheral, you notice squad cars. All but one, surprisingly. You think for a moment before making a decision. In quick movements, you dart to each car and slash every tire. With a satisfied smirk, you race back to Eugene.

"That'll keep the cops from interfering. We'll have to make sure that the school is safe. If that drawing of Crackstone and Wednesday was any indication things'll go down ther-"

There's a sudden pull in your chest that makes you stumble. Your heart feels like it's caught in a vice and it's getting harder to breathe. Your eyes dart around until you feel the pull again. Instinctually, you seem to know why.

"Y/N!" Eugene calls out. "We gotta hurry!"

"You go ahead, Eugene. I know you need your bees." Your vulpine features begin to appear. "I think... I think Wednesday needs me right now." As you take a step, a burst of foxfire springs from your feet. "We'll meet up afterwards. Stay safe."

In a flurry, you launch forward and let your heart pull you to its destination.

-----+++++-----

Death wasn't something Wednesday feared. All paths lead to it. But laying on a cold stone floor with a knife protruding from her stomach made her feel like she could've done more. She should've done more. Sure, she wasn't scared of death but losing made it so much worse.

As the goth laid with her life slowly seeping out, she thought about her schoolmates. Her... Friends. Were they capable of stopping Joseph Crackstone? Could they end Laurel and Tyler? There were too many variables that Wednesday couldn't control now.

And what about Y/N? Wednesday closed her eyes and sank into the memory made hours earlier. Soft hands caressing her skin. Warm presence enveloping her once thought dead heart. Love was the last thing she ever wanted in life and yet it found her here. But the feelings you made her feel ended up becoming familiar the more you spent time with her. She was so used to it that the moment you weren't a constant anymore, it pained her immensely. She was always more of a sadist than a masochist.

As she let herself live in that memory during her final moments, a familiar roar of flames sounded nearby, followed by a more familiar voice.

"Wednesday!"

She forces her eyes open to see your worried face. Almost immediately, you were at her side, gently moving her so you could cradle her against you.

"H-how did you find me?"

A weak smile graced your lips. You gave yourself any excuse to touch her face. It made you feel better that she was still breathing.

"You called for me." Wednesday was confused. She thought of you, that was a definite, but summoning wasn't the goal. You just laugh at the confusion. "My heart led me here, as stupid as that sounds. Looks like you don't need my spirit orb to get me by your side."

Closing your eyes, you press your lips onto the top of her head. You could feel Wednesday get colder. It was as if she was slipping through your arms.

"I don't know what I can do... How can I help?"

"You can't..."

You hold Wednesday tighter. Tears threatened to fall, but you wouldn't allow them. You had to believe that your love would be okay.

You had to.

A moment of silence stretched for what seemed like hours before you hear Wednesday's voice again.

"Are you here to take me to the other side?"

Your head jolts up and you look around, seeing nothing. When you look down at Wednesday, you see her eyes trained towards something on her other side.

"Is your spectral vision impaired? I'm dying!"

You let out a soft laugh which draws Wednesday's attention. "Goody is here. No doubt to find some way to riddle me into a quicker death."

Her eyes dart over to the side again to where you assumed Goody was. When she struggles to reach under her collar, the goth asks you to help take her necklace out while she speaks to her ancestor. Once complete, Wednesday takes a tight hold of it before looking at you.

"... Pull the knife out." You were about to protest but she interrupts you. "Goody has a way to heal me. But I need this blade out of my stomach so please..."

You manage a nod before taking a hold of the knife's handle. Taking a deep breath, you only give Wednesday a moment before pulling the blade out and tossing it aside. When the goth's hand covers the wound, your hand drapes over it to help stem the bleeding. There wasn't much you could do, but you tried your damnedest to do what you could. It isn't long before you see a glow appear around Wednesday's hands.

"Whoa..."

As the glow ebbs slowly, you hear a soft voice around you.

"It seems I was wrong. A Raven need not be alone on their path."

You could only barely register the words before Wednesday launches up, sucking in a breath like it was her first. She brings up her hand and you both see the wound there close up. With a wide grin, you stood up and helped Wednesday to her feet. You wanted to pull the girl into a hug, but time was of the essence.

"We have to get to the school." Wednesday was already moving as she spoke. You followed with a determined nod.

"Update me on the way."

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The pair managed to make it off the island and into the woods surrounding the academy. The news of Weems's death caught you off guard but it spurred you to finish this until the very end. You knew for sure that you wanted to punch Tyler in his hyde face.

That chance came sooner than you thought.

Tyler appears in front of you, close enough that you had to back away, staying between him and Wednesday. A low growl sounds from your throat, ready to fight.

"Laurel said you were dead."

"I'm feeling much better now." As usual, Wednesday's quips were quick.

"You're like a cockroach." This time, you were quick on the draw.

"What a flatterer. I can see why you fell for him, Wednesday." That earned you a jab in the ribs.

Tyler stalks forward, his body pulsing and protruding out in odd angles. His breathing becomes labored and his clothes tear as his figure grows.

"This will not end well for you."

You crouch low as your vulpine features start to appear. Your twin tails furl out, blocking Wednesday from view.

"We'll see about that, ugly."

In an instant, the hyde claws at you. In a whirl, you take Wednesday in your arms and dodge the strike. As soon as you let her go, you dart towards the beast and attack. Like before, each of his strikes were met with three of yours. Your agility surpassed his and you were intent on making it work in your favor.

However, he managed to get a cheap shot in and throw you into a tree. In your struggle to get up, Tyler pinned Wednesday to a stump, ready to slash at her. In a burst of adrenaline, you dash towards them only to see a large furball crash into the hyde.

When you reach Wednesday, the two of you look towards your new ally before recognizing the pink and blue tips.

"Enid?"

There's a moment of recognition in the new werewolf's eyes as she sees her friends alive and breathing. But then her instincts kick in once Tyler is up and attacking again.

The two begin to battle as you and Wednesday watch. It isn't until she tugs on your arm that you look away towards her.

"I need to get to the school."

You're torn. It was unsure whether Enid could fully take on Tyler without help. But the danger at the school could end the love of your life. For good this time. After a moment of debate, you look at Wednesday with a determined face.

"Go. I'll stay and help Enid. We'll make sure Tyler doesn't make it over there." You take Wednesday's face in your hands. "If you die on me, I'll drag you back from hell myself."

"And I'll have your pelt on my wall if you should perish as well."

With those parting words, you turn away from each other. As Wednesday's footsteps retreat, you charge towards the fight ahead of you.

You reached the fray in time to lay a good strike on Tyler before he could knock Enid aside. Taking the opportunity, the werewolf body checks him into a tree. With a nod to each other, you both move in sync to flank the hyde. Enid darts forward with a growl and launches into a low slash. You follow suit, but with a high strike. Tyler's pained roar echoes throughout the woods and he swings his arms around. The unexpected thrashing caught Enid off guard and he knocked her aside.

Enid slides across the forest floor and is slow to get back up. You place yourself between the large beasts when Tyler begins stalking towards Enid. You can see the cocky smirk on his face and it infuriates you. Glancing over at Enid, you see that she's still struggling. Her face is gashed. It makes you even angrier.

There's a sudden pulse within your soul. You can feel a warmth from your core spread to your limbs. Your twin tails wave and flicker wildly. Seconds feel like hours as pulse after pulse thrum in your being. But as soon as the assault begins, it ends. There is peace for a moment. Enid looked at you with worry during the event, but now, it's with wonder.

Your two tails had become three.

Renewed power floods your veins when Tyler finally reaches you to attack. Your claws erupt in flames as you attack before he could fully extend his arm. The sudden pain causes the hyde to stagger back. The next time he looks at you, there's suddenly three, four, five versions of you surrounding him. Illusions at last. Each one he tries to hit vanishes in a mist. When he finally reaches you, the beast doesn't even get a chance to strike. Enid vaults over you and tackles Tyler, sending them careening across the forest floor. When they stop, Tyler towers over a pinned Enid until a gunshot sounds from somewhere. The hyde rears back in pain, allowing you to use your entire weight and momentum from running to knock him aside and check on Enid.

The battle ends. You don't know where Tyler ends up, but he didn't matter anymore. He wasn't a threat right now when you vaguely see his form shrink. From your peripheral, you see Enid shrink as well and you race to her side to tend to her.

Your hoodie is around her body as soon as you get to her and you pull the trembling body close to you. Hugging as tight as you could, you hold onto her until she pushes you away.

"Wednesday needs you. Go to the school."

"I can't leave you alone, E"

"I'm not alone."

Your ears catch the gentle scurry of Thing as he approaches. He gently places himself onto Enid's hand in comfort. With a smile, you nod.

"I leave her to you then, Thing."

Before getting up, you gently hold Enid's unmarred cheek and look into her eyes.

"Before I go though. You won't hear this from your mom, so I'm gonna say it and mean it. I'm so fucking proud of you, Enid."

She gives you a wide grin before urging you to leave again. You bound away as fast as you can, hoping that you can make it to Wednesday before anything bad happens.

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"Howdy Pilgrim."

The sudden appearance of Goody's descendent surprised Joseph Crackstone. How can someone he sent to the depths of hell still be walking amongst the living?

"How canst thy heart still beat? What demon sorcery is this?"

Wednesday is silent as she readies her sword, the same that her parents used against Garrett Gates years ago. Before a battle could begin, however, a voice sounds from behind Wednesday.

"Stay away from her!"

There's only a moment for the goth to register that Xavier is there before an arrow speeds past her. The missile was halted before it could hit its target. Crackstone seems to be using some sort of magic to manipulate it. How ironic.

The Pilgrim turns the arrow with a menacing grin and launches it back to its sender. Wednesday, keen on protecting all of the students, steps into its path and takes the hit on her shoulder in Xavier's stead. When the boy tries to help, Wednesday assures that she's fine and commands him to help the lingering outcasts. It takes a moment, but Xavier relents and leaves as the goth expertly removes the arrow from her person.

Taking up the blade once more, she attacks the revived corpse. Crackstone retaliates with his staff, trading blows and dodging strikes. In the end, there is a final parry that shatters Wednesday's blade, leaving her defenseless.

Crackstone takes the opportunity to use his staff's magic to pin Wednesday against an upturned table. The force of the magic pushes air from her lungs, making it difficult to breathe. Wednesday can only watch and listen to the cackles of a deranged dead man.

"I will send you back to hell."

Another push of magic surges against Wednesday and she can feel her ribcage collapsing under the pressure. There's a moment of uncertainty before the tip of a blade pierces through Crackstone's chest. With a wail, the Pilgrim turns towards his assailant, revealing a brave Bianca before him. Before she can do any more damage, he casts her away, sending her flying across the quad.

Using the distraction to her advantage, Wednesday crouches and reaches into her waistband. Completely defenseless, she was not. There was one more trick up her sleeve. Your birthday dagger.

As soon as Crackstone turns to face his original opponent, Wednesday drives the dagger into his heart. A pause. A breath. Crackstone is in disbelief. His time was far too short and yet he was so close to achieving his goal. But once again, an Addams ruins everything for him.

Wednesday pulls the dagger from his chest with a twist and a burst of foxfire emits from the wound. This causes Crackstone's body to char, embers appearing as his body begins to crack and crumble. Just as both Bianca and Wednesday think that he's just going to disintegrate into a pile, a magical pulse rushes from his body and explodes outwards, taking everything his magic caused with him.

Bianca joins Wednesday, looking around in disbelief. They share a smile until the click of a gun sounds behind them. Laurel Gates is still there to contend with.

"You brought a gun to a swordfight," Wednesday noticed. "That's probably the first smart decision you've made today."

The former Nevermore teacher stalks forward, gun pointed directly at Wednesday.

"I might not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I'll get to kill you, Wednesday."

She pulls the trigger, resulting in an echoing bang. Silence follows until a groan breaks it.

You made it in time.

"Ugh... I hate getting shot." Bianca balks at you.

"You've been shot before!?"

"Yeah. Fox. Hunters. You know."

A frustrated growl pulls your attention as Laurel cocks her pistol again. Her aim is still on Wednesday despite your body blocking the way.

"I will get my revenge. My destiny will be fulfil- What?"

Barely noticeable to the rest of you, a bee sits right at the front sight of the pistol. It stalls Laurel enough for everyone to register a loud humming coming towards them. No, not humming.

Buzzing.

Before you know it, a swarm of bees engulf Laurel, stinging her and sending her to her demise. Eugene appears, hands held out as he controls his army.

"That's what you get for messing with Nevermore, bitch."

You have never been more happy to see the bee boy. He looks over at you and Wednesday with a proud smile.

"Hummers stick together, right?" You both reply with a solid nod.

Now that things are over, your knees buckle and you land on your butt, suddenly exhausted. Soon enough, the police arrive and all is well in the school once more.

-----+++++-----

You're sitting in the quad with your fellow dancers. After everything that happened, the school decided to close for the rest of the semester. You were glad for it, but you were going to miss people. One person in particular.

Said person caught your attention and you bid your friends goodbye before making your way over to the pale goth. A tinge of jealousy springs up when you see the item in her hands though.

"I see Xavier gave you his gift. Must be nice to be able to buy people the latest phone on the market like it's nothing," you grumbled.

Wednesday just rolls her eyes before shoving the phone into your hands.

"If I'm going to keep this, I might as well use it. Xavier already put his number in, but it could do with a few more." She looks at you expectantly. It was unnecessary seeing as you were already typing in your number and taking a selfie to set as the contact icon. After calling your phone to get Wednesday's number, you hand the device back.

"There. Contact info exchanged. I hope we keep in touch."

You sit on one of the low walls, leaning against the column it was attached to. While you knew you would keep in touch with the rest of your friend group, Wednesday was an unknown. Even with your growing relationship.

"I'm sure Enid invited you to San Fran," you say with a grin. "You're more than welcome to visit me in New Hampshire. Not too far from here, at least."

Wednesday stares at you and you welcome it. You don't think you ever really found it unnerving. It was a strange comfort whenever her dark eyes were on you. That should've been the first indication of how bad you had it for her.

"... I wouldn't be against you visiting me either."

If your smile got any wider, your face would be split in half. The fact that Wednesday wanted your company sent you over the moon.

"I'd love that. It'd be nice to see my dark soul in her natural habitat." A small chuckle escapes your lips when you're suddenly face to face with Wednesday. This close, you see uncertainty in her eyes as they flicker around, taking in your face. When she speaks though, there's a resolve in her voice.

"When you were upset with me, I didn't know why it affected me so." Her hands come up and cup your cheeks. You weren't sure whether the chill from her hands or the gentle touch sent shivers down your spine.

"When I kissed Tyler, while still pleasant at the time, it felt off." Her thumbs start to caress your cheeks and your eyes flutter slightly.

"I wonder... Will it feel off with you as well?" You're afraid this is a dream. You don't want to break this spell. With the lightest of touches, you reach for Wednesday's waist.

"Well..." You whisper. "There's only one way to find out."

You're not sure who moves first. You just know that as soon as your lips meet hers, nothing else matters. The ruckus and noise around you fade as Wednesday fills your every sense. Every time your lips part, you pull her back for more. Her hands are braced on your neck as she straddles your lap. Your arm holds Wednesday in place as your other hand travels up her back. She fits perfectly in your hands and you wonder if this is why legends of soulmates exist.

As much as you want to suffocate in Wednesday's embrace, oxygen calls to you. The goth leans back and you can see faint colors on pale skin. No doubt you're in the same way. You lean up to press your forehead against hers.

"What's the verdict?"

There's a devilish grin you've never seen on Wednesday before. While it should scare you, it only excites you more.

"Inconclusive. More testing is required, mia volpe."

Music to your ears.

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Wednesday x Kitsune!Reader

A/N: Last part! Thanks for the support! I'll probably do one-shots for my kitsune after this.

"Mom, I've got to go!"

Those words greeted you as you round the corner to Eugene's hospital room for a planned visit. The urgency in them made you furrow your brows as you neared the boy.

"Wednesday's one of the only friends I have. The first friend I've made. If she's in trouble, I've got to help. It's hive code."

Your steps speed up after hearing your crush's name and you almost collide with Eugene as he tries to leave. You reach out to steady him and hold him still.

"Whoa, whoa! Eug, what's going on? Wednesday's in trouble?"

"We have to get to the hive. I need my bees at the ready." You nod in reply.

"That'll keep the cops from interfering. We'll have to make sure that the school is safe. If that drawing of Crackstone and Wednesday was any indication things'll go down ther-"

"Y/N!" Eugene calls out. "We gotta hurry!"

In a flurry, you launch forward and let your heart pull you to its destination.

-----+++++-----

As she let herself live in that memory during her final moments, a familiar roar of flames sounded nearby, followed by a more familiar voice.

"Wednesday!"

She forces her eyes open to see your worried face. Almost immediately, you were at her side, gently moving her so you could cradle her against you.

"H-how did you find me?"

A weak smile graced your lips. You gave yourself any excuse to touch her face. It made you feel better that she was still breathing.

Closing your eyes, you press your lips onto the top of her head. You could feel Wednesday get colder. It was as if she was slipping through your arms.

"I don't know what I can do... How can I help?"

"You can't..."

You hold Wednesday tighter. Tears threatened to fall, but you wouldn't allow them. You had to believe that your love would be okay.

You had to.

A moment of silence stretched for what seemed like hours before you hear Wednesday's voice again.

"Are you here to take me to the other side?"

Your head jolts up and you look around, seeing nothing. When you look down at Wednesday, you see her eyes trained towards something on her other side.

"Is your spectral vision impaired? I'm dying!"

You let out a soft laugh which draws Wednesday's attention. "Goody is here. No doubt to find some way to riddle me into a quicker death."

"... Pull the knife out." You were about to protest but she interrupts you. "Goody has a way to heal me. But I need this blade out of my stomach so please..."

"Whoa..."

As the glow ebbs slowly, you hear a soft voice around you.

"It seems I was wrong. A Raven need not be alone on their path."

"We have to get to the school." Wednesday was already moving as she spoke. You followed with a determined nod.

"Update me on the way."

-----+++++-----

That chance came sooner than you thought.

Tyler appears in front of you, close enough that you had to back away, staying between him and Wednesday. A low growl sounds from your throat, ready to fight.

"Laurel said you were dead."

"I'm feeling much better now." As usual, Wednesday's quips were quick.

"You're like a cockroach." This time, you were quick on the draw.

"What a flatterer. I can see why you fell for him, Wednesday." That earned you a jab in the ribs.

Tyler stalks forward, his body pulsing and protruding out in odd angles. His breathing becomes labored and his clothes tear as his figure grows.

"This will not end well for you."

You crouch low as your vulpine features start to appear. Your twin tails furl out, blocking Wednesday from view.

"We'll see about that, ugly."

When you reach Wednesday, the two of you look towards your new ally before recognizing the pink and blue tips.

"Enid?"

There's a moment of recognition in the new werewolf's eyes as she sees her friends alive and breathing. But then her instincts kick in once Tyler is up and attacking again.

The two begin to battle as you and Wednesday watch. It isn't until she tugs on your arm that you look away towards her.

"I need to get to the school."

"Go. I'll stay and help Enid. We'll make sure Tyler doesn't make it over there." You take Wednesday's face in your hands. "If you die on me, I'll drag you back from hell myself."

"And I'll have your pelt on my wall if you should perish as well."

With those parting words, you turn away from each other. As Wednesday's footsteps retreat, you charge towards the fight ahead of you.

Your two tails had become three.

Your hoodie is around her body as soon as you get to her and you pull the trembling body close to you. Hugging as tight as you could, you hold onto her until she pushes you away.

"Wednesday needs you. Go to the school."

"I can't leave you alone, E"

"I'm not alone."

Your ears catch the gentle scurry of Thing as he approaches. He gently places himself onto Enid's hand in comfort. With a smile, you nod.

"I leave her to you then, Thing."

Before getting up, you gently hold Enid's unmarred cheek and look into her eyes.

"Before I go though. You won't hear this from your mom, so I'm gonna say it and mean it. I'm so fucking proud of you, Enid."

She gives you a wide grin before urging you to leave again. You bound away as fast as you can, hoping that you can make it to Wednesday before anything bad happens.

-----+++++-----

"Howdy Pilgrim."

The sudden appearance of Goody's descendent surprised Joseph Crackstone. How can someone he sent to the depths of hell still be walking amongst the living?

"How canst thy heart still beat? What demon sorcery is this?"

Wednesday is silent as she readies her sword, the same that her parents used against Garrett Gates years ago. Before a battle could begin, however, a voice sounds from behind Wednesday.

"Stay away from her!"

"I will send you back to hell."

Using the distraction to her advantage, Wednesday crouches and reaches into her waistband. Completely defenseless, she was not. There was one more trick up her sleeve. Your birthday dagger.

Bianca joins Wednesday, looking around in disbelief. They share a smile until the click of a gun sounds behind them. Laurel Gates is still there to contend with.

"You brought a gun to a swordfight," Wednesday noticed. "That's probably the first smart decision you've made today."

The former Nevermore teacher stalks forward, gun pointed directly at Wednesday.

"I might not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I'll get to kill you, Wednesday."

She pulls the trigger, resulting in an echoing bang. Silence follows until a groan breaks it.

You made it in time.

"Ugh... I hate getting shot." Bianca balks at you.

"You've been shot before!?"

"Yeah. Fox. Hunters. You know."

A frustrated growl pulls your attention as Laurel cocks her pistol again. Her aim is still on Wednesday despite your body blocking the way.

"I will get my revenge. My destiny will be fulfil- What?"

Barely noticeable to the rest of you, a bee sits right at the front sight of the pistol. It stalls Laurel enough for everyone to register a loud humming coming towards them. No, not humming.

Buzzing.

Before you know it, a swarm of bees engulf Laurel, stinging her and sending her to her demise. Eugene appears, hands held out as he controls his army.

"That's what you get for messing with Nevermore, bitch."

You have never been more happy to see the bee boy. He looks over at you and Wednesday with a proud smile.

"Hummers stick together, right?" You both reply with a solid nod.

Now that things are over, your knees buckle and you land on your butt, suddenly exhausted. Soon enough, the police arrive and all is well in the school once more.

-----+++++-----

Said person caught your attention and you bid your friends goodbye before making your way over to the pale goth. A tinge of jealousy springs up when you see the item in her hands though.

"I see Xavier gave you his gift. Must be nice to be able to buy people the latest phone on the market like it's nothing," you grumbled.

Wednesday just rolls her eyes before shoving the phone into your hands.

"There. Contact info exchanged. I hope we keep in touch."

"I'm sure Enid invited you to San Fran," you say with a grin. "You're more than welcome to visit me in New Hampshire. Not too far from here, at least."

"... I wouldn't be against you visiting me either."

If your smile got any wider, your face would be split in half. The fact that Wednesday wanted your company sent you over the moon.

"When I kissed Tyler, while still pleasant at the time, it felt off." Her thumbs start to caress your cheeks and your eyes flutter slightly.

"I wonder... Will it feel off with you as well?" You're afraid this is a dream. You don't want to break this spell. With the lightest of touches, you reach for Wednesday's waist.

"Well..." You whisper. "There's only one way to find out."

"What's the verdict?"

There's a devilish grin you've never seen on Wednesday before. While it should scare you, it only excites you more.

"Inconclusive. More testing is required, mia volpe."

Music to your ears.

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