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Metanoia (or not?...)

Metanoia:(n) meta·​noia - a transformative change of heart...especially : a spiritual conversion

Part 1. - Part 2. - Part 3. - Part 4.

Parings: Wednesday x Dracula!Reader (GN)

Warnings: they are a little older(19, lets say nevermore is a college), Blood, swearing, fighting, death, and.. some other grimey stuff. (i'm not a big word person.)

WordCount: 5.1k

this is literally Soft Wednesday for sure

note: I am adding some extra characters to fit the story line for both this fic , show and storyline. Also, the reader is masc tbh

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"Get up."

A groan slipped your mouth as your body laid against the floor of your dorm. A shadow appeared in your vision when a pair of hands gripped the collar of your shirt flinging you into the wall knocking over the artwork that fell on top of your head.

"What are you going to do when the Council comes in at the middle of the night and you sound asleep. Do you have a death wish?" Reinfield scolded as his arm wrapped around your arm lifting you onto your feet. You sent daggers to the man who patted off the dust on your black shirt when the door opened revealing Principal Weems.

"Ah, I arrived on time. Come now, to the field we go." Weems spoke, holding the door open for you and the man. You waved your hands to the two showing that you are still in your sleepwear. Rein shrugged his shoulders glancing at the door behind you. Your eyes widen and the next thing you know your cheek is pressed against the wet grass.

"Get. Off. Me." You muffled, grunting against the man's hold he had on your head.

"What's the magic word?" The amusement was definitely one sided. Using your body, you rolled over grabbing the man's hand and tossing him across the field. A loud "OOUF" was heard from the impact which sent a proud smile onto your face.

The smell of vanilla invaded your nose when you turned to the entrance of the gate you saw Wednesday, Xavier and Weems watching. A small smile ghosted your face at the small woman who made your heart race but soon you felt a shift in her stance when a hand was wrapped around your throat.

"It will not be that easy Dracula-" Rein started as you struggled against his hold, a crack echoed through the field as his fingers dug deeper into your throat. "The Council will stop at nothing to kill you." Rein tossed you again but this time you landed at the feet of the girl.

"And she will be the first person they will come after to weaken you." He whispered when his fingers mazed through your hair, yanking your head back to get a full view of the three, but she was the only one that stood out in your vision.

"Tear her head from her neck-" he started, a horrid vision flashed in your head causing your fangs to flash the three in front of you. "They'll rip her limb from limb." a scream that was foreign but you knew who it was. A growl bubbled at your throat when the grip from Rein tightened. Wednesday kept her death stare on the man, X swallowed the uncomfortable ball in his throat and Weems watched the sight before her fear seeping from her skin.

Your eyes turned white when the visions flashed through your head, Rein turned back to the trees as a group of people walked towards you. Rein nodded at one of the women whose eyes were white as a ghost. She blinked as the white in your eyes disappeared, you locked eyes with Wednesday releasing a breath. Rein let go of your head letting you lay onto the grass.

"Now, let's get to work." Rein clapped his hands while you now laid on your back attempting to process what just happened. An object landed onto your stomach that sent a burning feeling into your abdomen. You yelped, hopping onto your feet letting the object fall onto the ground.

"What the hell is that?" You yelled lifting your shirt to see the wound closing at a very slow pace. Looking between Rein and the now scarring, you noticed a group of people standing behind him.

"Now that is hell." A girl around your age snorted out which the strangers chuckled. A woman removed her hood from behind Reinfield.

"Vervain. A herb that could kill off a vampire, but for ascendant's... it is a small pinch." She spoke, extending her hand out which you accepted, shaking. "Bora." You nodded, mumbling your name looking back at the group. It clicked,

"You are the Original Bloods." Rein nodded, taking a few steps to stand by your side.

"Yes, they are. We have Bora. Shapeshifter." the woman nodded her way, you sent a firm nod. "And the visions you were having were by D. Hallucinations." The woman nodded when you sent her one back.

"Alek, Prykonesis." The man in the corner locked eyes with his own, sending a smirk as he lifted his hand exposing the flame in his palm. You gasp letting out a small chuckle. "Now that is cool." Rein smiled softly pointing at the smaller figure in the back.

"That is Sofi, the youngest of the Original Blood. Necromancy." Your eyes widen at the gift the child was given. Controlling and summing the dead is a very hard power to have. Your family told stories about the death summoner. She gently waved as you sent a small smile.

"And that woman there is Marija. Atomkenisis." The woman removed the hood from her head which caused your breath to catch in your throat. You nodded her way as she sent you a small smile. Quickly averting your eyes you saw a shadow that appeared from the trees. Taking a few steps back, your fangs peeked through your gums awaiting for an attack.

"Don't worry, Raina loves to make an entrance." D spoke, smiling at the shadow making her way to the group. The voice in the back of your head did NOT like the energy of the woman who sent a fanged smile your way.

"Needs a haircut but they'll do." The woman joked that you did not find any humor in it at all. You huffed crossing your arms eyeing the women's movements as she made her way to the girl from earlier leaning into her side.

"Who leads you all? like the Alpha?" You asked, there has to be a leader for them. A snort slipped from Raina as she walked towards you.

"There is no leader. We are mindlinked as one." Sass definitely seeped in her words. You raised your eyebrow looking between the women a foot from you to the group. "So... like a pack?" Bora laughed lightly, patting Raina's shoulder , nodding your way.

"Yes, like a pack." You sent a smirk towards the girl behind Bora who scoffed walking back to their partner who held a grin.

"You all have... amazing gifts." You started placing your hands behind your back taking a few steps next to Rein. "I do not know how to control...or even work my own." whispering, your head hung low at the expectations that now weighed on your shoulders.

"But you do." A small voice was heard, you lifted your head to lock eyes with the woman from earlier who held a warm smile. "When each of us were introduced I felt the shift in your body. When I was introduced you received a partial amount of my Atmokinesis. The weather dropped about ten degrees and you didn't notice." Your gaze followed the woman as she stood next to Alek. He opened his hand signaling you to do the same.

"Alek here will ignite his power and-" her words were cut in half when you copied the man's actions and your palm held a ball of flame. Rein sent a nod to Alek when he chuckled, taking a few steps back. Everyone seemed to make their way away from the two of you as you were lost in the flame in your hand.

Alek shot the ball of flames your way which you dodged quickly. You yelped when heat coursed through your body. The both of you went toe-to-toe exchanging balls of fire towards one another when a hand was wrapped around your ankle sending you to the ground. Trying your best to escape, you glanced at the group focusing on D's eyes then glancing at Alek's form. Your eyes flashed white as the man grunted turning to the opening behind him throwing countless amounts of fire. Seeing an opening you ripped the hand from your ankle blurring to him tackling him on his back. Alek hissed your way baring his fangs when you did the same only difference is you let out a growl/roar sending his fangs back into hiding.

"ENOUGH."

Even the animal chatter in the woods went silent along with the people meters away. Alek turned his head to the side, tearing his eyes away from yours. "I don't want to hurt you." you whispered letting go of the man's collar.

A gust of wind blew you off of the boy as you rolled onto your feet, locking eyes with the woman from earlier as her eyes spark with electricity. Your ears rang when you saw a ginormous animal sprinting from the corner of your eye. Quickly dodging a loud bang rang through your ears as you laid against the grass. Groaning loudly you held your side at the pain that was now subsiding. The animal from seconds ago lunged at you while you placed your arm underneath its neck, preventing the animal from biting your face off. It was a bear. It was Bora. Struggling against her hold you yelled at the piercing of her claw in your shoulder.

"Argh...i..CAN'T!" You cried out, the noise of Bora's teeth snapping drummed into your ears. You turned your head to the side as her mouth inched closer and closer. You felt a rush of adrenaline course through your veins as your eyes flashed a yellow/gold color as a snout replaced your nose yet disappeared when the weight became light above you. The growling turned into heavy breaths, you turned your head as the face of your nightmares appeared in flesh. A horrid scream left your mouth as a flash of electricity coursed through your eyes flying the boy across the field. You hopped onto your feet blurring to the woman who is now in her true form with your hand around her throat.

"NO." You roared as tears brimmed your eyes- "Never, EVER in your life use my dead brother as leverage to win this 'spar' we are having-' ' you started sinking your fingers into her neck as her knees buckled beneath the tower you had over her. Rein sighed, nodding his way to Marija as she huffed jogging towards you. She lifted her hands causing the sky to darkened and a handful of lightning strikes rammed into you. Falling onto your back a sharp breath slipped from your lips as you laid staring at the dark skies.

"They're hurting them." X whispered, Wednesday kept her hard eyes on you awaiting you to move. Weems placed a hand on Reinfields shoulder, sending him a look- "This will be nothing compared to what the Council will do, we must have them prepared and more." Rein argued turning back to your body but deep down the man felt guilt. Guilt that ate him alive for centuries. Guilt that got the best of him.

"They have learned alot from this sparring you are throwing onto them. Let them rest, you may prepare them physically for this fight but what do you think is going through their head at this exact moment. Look at them." Weems spoke pointing at the field where you stood then crashed back to the ground. Wednesday took a step to make her way to you yet stopped when Marija made her way to your side lifting you onto your feet. Her heart boomed against her chest and she felt an acid bubble in her stomach. Looking away from the sight, Wednesday grabbed X and dragged him away from the field.

"Class starts in a few, we must go." She mumbled, X sighed following behind the girl heading back to the building.

"Principal Weems, after talking with the rest of the OB we have decided it is best to take Dracula under our wing for training. They will still attend class, but will need to understand more of themselves now that we are here." Bora spoke to Weems as she sighed. Nodding her head,

"We are across the field in the new house that was built, we have plenty of space and will use the field to practice. There is a room already being cleared for the Ascendant." Weems nodded her head, looking between you and Reinfield. Your head hung low at the news but you really needed to feed.

"I...I need to feed. I'm not feeling well." Marija caught you before you could hit the ground. Everyone snapped their heads to Rein as he held his hands up, "Hey, I did not know the ascendent needs a specific feeding schedule." Everyone rolled their eyes chattering amongst themselves.

"Fuck it, drink from me." Marija spoke, many 'No's were heard from the group which you shook your head leaning into her hold. "Have they drunk actual blood? Not animal, Not New Bloods, I mean actual human blood?" Marjia asked, throwing your arm over her shoulder for better support.

"They have not." Weems answered, Bora sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "They're going to need a lot more than what we have. Plus, a drink from one of us will be enough." the woman continued.

"Mari, you know what happens when Originals drink from each other." Bora mumbled out still figuring out what could be the best route.

"And they are an ascendent. We don't know what could happen. Besides, Their venom could kill you. They may be the F card." Raina spoke and with the last power you had you lifted your head locking eyes with the girl.

"Lets test my venom on you then huh," Raina rolled her eyes looking back at Bora. The woman turned to you then back to Marija.

"Okay, but after this is done we will head back and run some tests on them both. Raina will be on watch duty for the ascendent in case anything happens and I will supervise Marija." Marija nodded at the group letting Sofi pull her sleeve up. "Drink." You looked at Rein, which he nodded, taking a few steps back.

A shaky breath slipped from your lips when your hand wrapped around her wrist. a small vein pulsed against her skin that your fangs slashed out your gums and a wave of strength flowed through you. Following the vein up her wrist the pulsing became louder when you noticed the bright blue against her shoulder.

"No." Your arms wrapped around her shoulder as you blurred her onto the ground. Everyone began to panic when Marija lifted her hand to stop Sofi from moving closer.

"No one will save you." you whispered, locking eyes with the girl beneath you. Her eyes mirrored your own, "No one will need too." You flashed your fangs chuckling, "Good." You leaned down piercing your fangs into the girl's shoulder letting the blood pool your mouth. A moan slipped from the girl's mouth when your fangs sank deeper.

"Alright, that's enough." Raina spoke after a few seconds of you drinking what you could. A loud 'No' came from both of you. Bora nodded at Alek making their way to the two. Alek grabbed the back of your neck sending a small surge of fire to your nerves. You jumped away from Marija holding your head.

"Argh what the fuck." you grumbled hopping onto your feet. Looking at the woman who now was the one with her arm over Bora wobbling on her feet.

"We must go. We will see you in our home for dinner tonight. Grab what you need from your dorm." Bora ordered, you nodded, turning on your heels, blurring to your dorm. When you arrived the bell rang indicating that the first class was over. An uncomfortable feeling filled your body after you blurred your belongings in a duffle bag and box. Rein leaned against your balcony door watching your face fall.

"This is a lot to take in; I know, but this is for the best." Droplets fell against the roof as you grabbed your things glancing at the door.

"The fate of the world is in my hands and I still barely know how to whistle. What do you think someone my age should be doing? I didn't ask for this Reinfield. Now I have to kill the people who haunt my dreams at night." Venting to the man, you grabbed the phone that laid on your desk shooting a text to Xavier, updating him on what was happening.

"I know, kid. I know. Let's get you to the OB's so we can get you settled." You nodded following Rein out the balcony door blurring to the huge black mansion.

Knocking on the door, Aleks face popped from the crack smiling my way. "Finally. Come on, Bora has the chair ready for you." You nodded walking in and following the boy to a door that led to a nice comfy infirmary.

"Hey, have a seat, we will start here in a second." Bora's voice was soft when she sent you a smile as you handed your things to Alek and took a seat on the chair. You followed Bora's movement when she prepared an IV to place on you.

"Where is your Pure Vein?" Bora asked while preparing the IV kit. You hesitantly removed your shirt laying back on your back keeping your eyes towards the ceiling. Raina leaned against the door frame watching carefully as Bora struck the needle into your pure vein.

“Good place to hide, but make sure your chest is well protected when the time comes.” You sighed, blinking away the voice of your brother in your head.

“What will happen when the time comes?” Bora typed away on the computer answering-

“We will fight. I have Sophie and an old friend of mine contacting some people that could help us in this. After the death of the young ascendant that was killed by the Council three years ago, we have a lot of people like us who have a bone to pick with them.” Your head snapped to Bora as she was still mindlessly typing on the computer.

“Jaime?” Bora nodded, glancing at you. You gasped quietly, knuckles turning white from gripping the handles on the chair.

“Your readings are normal. Since you drank from an OB you actually don’t have to feed for the next 2 days. Amazing..” Bora started handing the printed readings to Raina to read over. “Marija is more than okay, she feels stronger.. funny how your venom is like an energizer for us.” Bora joked, removing the IV and placing a small cone onto your chest. You eyed the object and as curious as you are you poked at it,

"What is thi-" a yelp flew out your mouth when a shock was sent through your body. Raina howled with laughter as she lifted her hand guiding the cone across your chest. After a few minutes of discomfort the cone fell onto the floor.

"They're good to go, it's all gone." Raina spoke, grabbing the cone from the floor, tossing it into the trash. Confusion danced through you. What was her power?

"Thank you, can you please escort them to their room?" Bora asked, Raina could only nod, opening the door letting you pass her. Once she closed the door you let her make way in front of you.

"You're quiet. Normally you have something salty to say." She started as you both made our way up the stairs. "You never said what your gift was." Raina sighed, stopping at the last door down the hall. You opened the door to see the beautiful room. A window that took up the whole wall. About 3/4 of the room was the window and a huge California size bed against the only wall in the room, besides the wall the door was attached to. Forgetting the conversation you wanted to continue, you walked deeper into the room taking in the view in front of you. You could see the quad from your own room. Wednesday would love this view especially with the rain painting the window.

"Hemokinesis." Raina spoke after a few minutes of silence. You turned your gaze away from the window to her- "well your generation calls it Blood Bending." Your eyes widen at the information. "So you are the most powerful one here then?" She sent a nod taking a seat on the ledge by the window.

"I found out I was gifted when I was 19. I was married off to some man and when he found out he fed me to the wolves. My gift saved me but that was when Bora found me and I've been with them since then." You took a seat on your bed,

"Why do you hate me so much?" You asked shifting on your arm as you leaned into the bed. She sent you a small smile shaking her head.

"I don't hate you." She started, you leaned back up waiting for her excuse. "I'm scared for you."

"You are not the first to mate with someone who is nothing like us." Your eyes widen. "You were the one everyone spoke about a few years ago." It all made sense now. She nodded, clasping her hands together, sighing.

"What they left out is... I was not the one that killed her. The council did. Sad thing is that the council needed some kind of reminder to people like us of their power. My mate was murdered in 1843. " A small gasp flew out your mouth. She scoffed, shaking her head.

"The Council will play mind tricks on anyone to keep the power they have on everyone strong. I fear for you, for your mate. She has no idea where she stands now and not only in your life but with the most powerful people in the world." You shook your head standing from the bed walking to the window,

"No ones going to touch her. Over my dead cold body." You grit grabbing your coat storming to the door. Raina blurred your way grabbing your hand stopping you from the door.

"I said the same thing and she's gone. I stand with you so please know we all do." You eyed her features, feeling a small source of heat flowing through your chest. She was telling the truth. The blood that was stored in her body was warm. Still. Even without trying you were blood bending for the truth and you found it.

"Go. Be back in an hour." She whispered, letting go of your hand. You sent her one last look blurring to Nevermore. After a few minutes, Raina made her way into the living room to meet with the rest of the Originals.

"They left- didn't they?" Alek asked, walking in from the kitchen with a newspaper. Raina nodded, taking a seat next to D snuggling into the girl's embrace. Bora sighed leaning forward towards the coffee table moving a chess piece while Sofie eyed the board. Marija blurred from the other room grabbing her coat. Raina raised a hand to stop her.

"They went to see their mate. Leave them." The lights flickered throughout the house as Marija nodded walking upstairs into her room. Alek sighs loudly taking a seat next to Bora, sending her a goofy smile.

"So who is going to tell the newbie that they're Marija's dead mates doppelgänger?" Alek spoke for the room when Bora sent a hand into Aleks shoulder, dropping the paper from his hands. D chuckled, wrapping her arm around Raina bringing her as close as possible. 

“I will talk to Marija and you four stick around for back-up” Raina huffed rolling her eyes, “She’s going to lose her shit huh?” Sofi giggled quietly moving her chess piece next to Bora's king as the young girl stood to her feet walking to the kitchen. 

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You stood in front of the building, eyeing the balcony a few stories above you. Taking a step back, you leaped onto the tree hanging a few feet away from gripping onto the branch when you saw the silhouette of the girl sitting with a huge instrument in her hand. Thing held an umbrella over Wednesday as she started her piece. You sat on the branch letting the sound dance through you. Your eyes opened when her heartbeat boomed in your ears, leaning forward you noticed the crease in her brows. The vibrations from the music filled your bones, the aggressive playing sparked something you. You were scared something was wrong. 

The music came to a halt when a tear slipped from her closed eyes. Thing dropped the umbrella as the rain seemed to stop too. A heavy sigh was heard from the girl when she looked down at the appendage. 

“I do not understand why I feel like this. I feel fear but not the kind I love.” She spoke. Things signed and you guessed from the way the chair scraped back on the concrete triggered the girl. Wednesday walked to the ledge of the balcony placing her arms on top keeping her gaze on the house you were staying in. 

“I do not know this being and for some reason everything my father has said was true.” You were confused on what she was talking about, Thing stood still then slowly signed. 

“It feels like a hot iron in my throat but I believe him. I understand.” 

Her heart raced, as if you could feel it as your own. You decided it was time to step in as you hopped off the branch onto the ledge. Her head snapped to you, sending her a small smile you moved from the ledge standing a few feet away from her. 

“Hi.” was all you could muster up. Distracted by her heart beating in your ears, you missed the gasp that slipped her lips. She was the one to take the first step towards you. You studied her movements searching for any discomfort but your body played against you as your hand reached for hers. 

“How…are you feeling?” It was a struggle for the girl to get those words out but the look on your face washed away the small tinch of disgust she felt. You sent her a small smile. 

“Way better than what I felt a few hours ago. You okay?” You answered but as you spoke she took another step standing a few inches away. The height difference made Wednesday lookup as you looked down into her eyes. It was as if she could hear your dead heart beat with how nervous you felt. All she could do was nod. 

“I have to stay at the OBs for a bit. Rein will take you someplace safe when the Council comes.” The rest of your explanation was shoved back down your throat when the look the girl in front of you had shot your way. 

“No. I am going to stay with you no matter what happens.” She expressed taking a step back, shaking her head. Huffing, you looked at the sky. “It is for the best. I can't have you in any type of danger.” She scoffed, crossing her arms, “and what makes you think I couldn't handle myself.” 

“Could you please just do one thing for me?” You pleaded, the screams from training echoed in your head as you leaned against the balcony. Wednesday shook her head sending Thing a look which he scurried away. “I am capable of taking care of myself.” She argued but was shoved right down her throat when you blurred infront of her backing her against the balcony window. The veins under your eyes were now dark and visible, while the fangs poked out your lips were twice the size. 

“The Council will kill you Wednesday. Rip you- limb from limb. What are you not understanding?” You spat with your eyes staring deep into the girl's soul. She slightly leaned forward to meet you whispering. 

“I will not run away when my heart for some reason needs to be as close to you as it can. I don’t know why I feel like this and I can't stand it. This magnetic pull I feel when you are not around, I can’t go a few hours without wanting to be next to you.” You took a step back at the girl's response. You would have never thought you would hear such words out her mouth. 

“The Council is coming for me and will not stop till I am dead and burned.-” You licked your lips as you looked down at your feet, “and since you are my mate, they will come for you too.”

Wednesday shook her head at the way her hand acted on its own grabbing yours. 

“If that is true, I’d…I’d want to die by your side.” Your eyes widen as the veins are now gone and your fangs hide inside your gums. You swore a day ago the girl in front of you was the most heartless human with you being the one with no heart at all. You felt heat engulf your body when she placed her head against your chest. Your arms wrapped around her as you both stood in silence while the sun was now visible and setting along the horizon. You held her in your arms for a moment thinking. 

“I will have the OB talk to Weems tonight.” You whispered. She could only nod her head burying her face deeper into your chest. 

“I do not like the way I feel around you, but the closer I am… I seem to tolerate it more by the minute.” She mumbled into your chest which you pulled back sending her a small smile. You moved back, sighing softly. 

We need you back here…we got a bit of a problem

D’s voice was heard in your head when you snapped your head to the house. 

“What is it?” Wednesday asked, following your gaze to the house. You looked back to the girl pulling her back into your embrace. Funny how after a hug the girl no longer freezes in your touch but rather yet sinks in. 

“They need me. I will come get you after class tomorrow. I’ll be here waiting.” You pulled away speaking. She sent you a nod but the stare she had on you made you stand there waiting for her response. Warm lips were planted on your cheek when the world stopped. 

“Go.” 

she whispered inching away into the dorm. You nodded, sending her a fanged smile hopping onto the edge jumping off. 

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Geez, its been a while lol.

I basically have the story done. like 70%. So enjoy.

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"When I saw you

I fell in love, and

you smiled

because you knew

-William Shakespeare"

LOVE.LOVE.LOVE.

I wanted to make a request! I had a similar interaction like this, and when I had read this, I fell inloveeeeee with this qoute sm. Can you do a Wednesday x Reader? In which it's Wednesday who actually falls inlove 😭

amore, amore, amore.

Pairing: Author!Wednesday Addams x Gn!Reader

Summary: request!! ^^

Words: 6.0k (oh what the fuck)

Warnings: told in WEDNESDAYS POV AND ALTERNATE TIMELINES!, the gomezification of wednesday addams prevails, yes they meet at a museum, also kinda 7 husbands of evelyn hugo coded, slight plottwist at the end!

a/n: aaaa ofc ofc!! also i absolutely love the idea where wednesday fell first and harder

masterlist

I believe they cursed me the moment their lips became something worth fighting for.

"If they intend to halt my publishing, then so be it. I have no interest in entertaining that brain-dead company over countless of reasons as to why I shouldn't spare a few weeks for myself who believe I will fall under their will."

"Wednesday, they're the ones who publish your books, you just can't ignore their calls."

"Barclay, has your brain deteriorated to a degree in such a way that you are forgetting it's my presence that upholds that fucking company? Without me, they are nothing. Have you forgotten with how much power I withhold over them, or have your scales reached that hollow of a brain?"

"You can't ignore the leverage they have over you, sure you have the amount of money, if not more, to sue them, but they could literally tip you off and brand you as some selfish author."

"Please do comprehensively explain to me as to why I would be a selfish author?"

"Wednesday Friday fucking Addams, it's because you're half-way across the fucking world at some fucking museum in Italy while you have a manuscript due a fucking week ago!"

"I fail to see my fault."

"Addams, if you don't get your shit together, I swear—"

I had solved countless of murders in my time of Nevermore. I had one thing to do when I finally left, and I was going to succeed.

If you had told me after I willingly left that horrid place you call an educating institution that I would experience the same fate as an author, I would've traced the outer skin of your face with a pocket knife and display it on your family's doorstep.

Barclay, amongst others, remained someone I held close. She could be infuriating, but no one would ever be much deserving of a terrible, terrible position than be under my control as my manager when I pursued writing.

But no one tells you how people could easily forget you in a matter of seconds if you don't make a name for yourself when you've put yourself out there, even if it's something far, far from your own.

I was only fortunate enough people enjoyed what I publish.

I couldn't care less if they didn't, that's why I found it hard to give two shits about what that damned company thought of my revised schedule. But I needed to make a living. To make something out of myself.

If I had continued my actions— in which I have full control over with—I could lose everything.

I could've build it up from scratch if it happened, but Lucifer knows how long would a simple idea for a plot that could get into the lack of attention span of the population could take.

I could lose the name I print on paper.

I could lose my name.

And then I realized I haven't.

There was something that I was destined to fall under. It was there with my eyes taped to a painting, not knowing I became one for another.

I hung up. The mere thought of having a multistep plan to eventually murder my manager was between God and me. That woman had me teetering on the edge of becoming a one-hit serial killer overnight.

My head tilted over a large painting towering amidst the others down the line. My hands remained tucked deep within the pockets of a trench coat far too oversized for me.

I couldn't take much time of squinting, staring as if it had garnered my interest not after a dreaded phone call that I convinced myself truly took my energy and managed to inject anesthesia inside my veins.

A light sway became evident in my steps, as if I was sulking in my own woe of what I should and could've done to prevent myself fucking it up on a company that I could soon own if not me being under the age of what is required to own a firm without having to ring up my own godforsaken of a family.

I could almost take another step if I wasn't met with another person.

Countless of papers flew across the hard-tiled floor. It was over before I knew what had happened. I found myself standing there, eyes glued to the person I collided with, my eyebrows crossed and my mouth hung open like a fool.

"I'm—I'm so sorry, fuck." They grit under their breath, like they were berating themselves while they picked up the rest of what had fell.

I stood there, not knowing what to do or what not to do but stare at them and wait for them to pull themselves up.

And so that's what I did.

I wish I hadn't.

Because now it was the time I was unable to speak. Unable to use the words I've been writing my novels with, the words that I should've spoken in the seconds they had landed in front of me. For the first time, my words had failed me.

A question rang in my head, Why do I now feel as if I do not belong inside of my own body? Why does my life feel complete now that they were here?

When Y/n fixed herself, she looked at me and smiled. I knew I looked like an idiot staring at them, yet I never went out of my way to barely fix myself.

Why were they smiling?

"Why are you smiling?" I asked under my breath, like I was taken breathless. I hadn't mean to say it out loud, but my cold and otherwise damned heart seemed to be alive, like I was suffocating in my own rate. A fool in front of them I must've been.

They looked at their paper, then they looked at me.

They smiled yet again. Another question flicked across my head, what had happened to me to act as if I would go through hell and back for this person?

They smiled at me as if my presence gave them a reason to. And they loved me in every one of it.  

"Sorry—" they apologized, noticing how their thumb kept grazing the surface of their sketch, almost as if they were nervous. "You look prettier than... whatever I drew."

They stole one more look of me.

"Terrifyingly bewitching."

It's horrifying knowing I couldn't explain what I felt that day. What I know is—I felt everything.

I've endured endless remarks on my appearance ranging from a number of ratings from those nonsensical people on the internet to every synonym people have thrown my way only to fail to evoke even a flicker of emotion.

Though it seems egotistical, I knew they held one intention: they wanted to impress me. They wanted me to know they were different amongst others who have approached me. They wanted to entice me, as if I could be owned.

Were it not for the arsenal and threats I carried, there would be much more.

Y/n was different. They never had any intentions of being with me, no desire to impress or claim me as theirs. They simply wanted me to know I was. That it was true. I just had never heard it from someone who could mutter two words that felt perfect.

And it's much more terrifying knowing I unexpectedly fell first, even if I deny myself.

I could tell you about the way y/n smiled, how it seemed to threaten the sun, warning it not to shine lest it risk embarrassment in contrast of hers. I could tell you the way their eyes followed their smile, how their life was encapsulated in their drawings, mirroring what they felt.

Yet, when it comes to explaining how I fell for them, words escape me. Even I, a tortured author, struggle to describe.

How must I convey the sensation of my heart pounding in my ears as if it was trying to break me? The ache in my stomach, churning every chance it got, every fiber of my being dreadfully surrendering to them.

But one is for certain: meeting them was like coming home.

My home.

But I couldn't bring myself to realize that—It was antagonizing for me. Humiliating and mortifying knowing one person could make me become a total fool, become someone I've never thought I'd be.

I've spent my whole life after hiding what I felt for them, lest I risk experiencing what I truly loathe: love.

I despised them ever since I met them, loathed them, hated them. But for what for? I ask myself countless of times, I have never gotten an answer.

When they left, I left. Thinking it would be fate that had accidentally brought two people together who held no meaning for eachothers life, that it was a mistake, and I could've been wrong with how I'm feeling.

And when I came back, they were there.

And when I approached them, it felt right.

It was a week after the incident, but no matter how I tried, I still remember how their smile felt around me. Suffering, irritating, lovely. Like I wanted to relieve it, no matter how much time had passed.

Never once did I get their name in the span of meeting them, it was useless to know anyway.

Yet, I find myself returning to the museum every chance I get for God knows what, acting as if I had unfinished business staring at paintings while the staff rambled beside me. They were better off tattooing their explanation in my skull.

I had other places to attend to, other tasks I should've been doing rather than constantly visiting museum in the afternoon as if I have duties and low-paid labor for employment.

I should've been at my apartment days ago, exhausting myself on a half-assed manuscript I would have recurring thoughts of annihilating along with severing Bianca's hands through the phone.

What terrified me is why I was back.

Standing in front of them. My hands tucked deep inside the pockets of another trench coat, looking down on them sitting on one of the blocks of granite surrounding a oddly placed tree in the middle of the hall, drawing whatever there is to draw.

"Hello." I greeted them. They almost looked startled, surprised that I was even talking to them, like I was some vengeful ghost who returned to seek revenge. Though they weren't far off.

They looked up, immediately flipping over their clipboard as they locked eyes with me.

"Oh—" They cleared their throat, "Hi. Hey, hello." They smiled, albeit awkward. But that feeling of dread, or whatever, came back. Stronger than ever, I feared. I almost had half the mind of punching them in the gut and questioning them why they had this effect on me.

"Didn't know you come here often." A chuckle followed their question, or maybe it was a statement, placing their elbows on their lap while they gazed right at me.

I scoffed, murmuring against gritted teeth why did I even approach them in the first place. "And I didn't know you draw me that often."

I look down on the piece of paper, their deliberate and aggressive brush strokes having an effect on the paper, leaving marks upon marks. It was clear that I've been their subject for days on end. Even if I were to absent, I'd still be able to be the pinnacle of their sketches.

It was funny back then, humorous in my mind on how quick they snatched the piece of paper and tried to explain with little to no comprehension that went across their mind.

"Oh, God, no, no! I just—Okay, well, maybe I've been drawing you ever since I saw you, it's creepy now that I mention it... but it's just—it's dumb of me to not draw you, you know?" They were flustered, their mouth opening and closing only for me to receive words that were out of the dictionary.

They sighed, my lips twitched.

"I'd like to ask," My voice trailed off, grimacing even at the thought of having to initiate a conversation with more or less than five words, "What's... your name?"

"Y/N," They nodded, "L/N. Y/N/L/N." They reached out for a handshake only to immediately retract after a brief awkward seconds of staring. Their name sounded familiar.

"Why are you here?"

"Do I need to reason to?"

"I suppose so, no. But I am curious." Even I don't know why I'm still back here.

Y/n sighed, like I was the one getting on their nerves while it was me who battling against whatever fucked-up demon spawned in my stomach that caused me to feel, things.

"Nothing."

I frowned. "You came here because of.... Nothing?"

"Mhm."

"You are drawing strangers you know nothing about because of nothing?"

"Thought I made myself clear on that first word."

"You've made yourself look foolish than any average person."

"Well, you never told me your name. I think that's foolish enough over my case."

It was my turn to sigh.

"Addams." I reluctantly said to them, "Wednesday, Addams."

Then Y/n looked up at me as if I was some sort of otherworldly deity going back down to earth to finish whatever I started. "Wednesday Addams. I think I've heard that name before."

"No. No, you haven't."

If it wasn't horribly obvious, the sole purpose of my visit to Italy was to neglect everything I left behind in New York—especially deadlines— and hoped my eyes would finally work some sense that would let me start anew.

It was shameful of me, passion that dwindled into something less. If I had the chance, I would've tortured myself for even considering abandoning all of my life's work.

Though, I had my reasons. Even if I had threatened my target population and my audience, it still wouldn't be enough.

In short, I had lost motivation to pursue another book.

I felt as if there was something missing, that I couldn't even dare to even blow the collecting dust in the rims of my typewriter.

I begged for my brain to work, to even produce the slightest idea or word that could have some meaning to it. I was ready to write anything that came to mind, even if it was mediocre.

But, instead, my heart responded.

When I met Y/n, I started writing, and we started talking.

Words flowed through, and my time was wasted on Y/n.

My time was wasted, and they were wasted with their significant other.

I always thought I would suffer the thought of having to live an eternal life with none other than myself, that it was inevitable I was going to perish alone in my own woe.

It remained the same. Now, it's just having to live with the fact that my only greatest love had another.

I felt as if I ate a forbidden fruit once I heard they had someone that loved them as much as I denied myself of the same kind, like I plagued myself with hundreds of years of worry and attachment to someone who had eyes on another, a special muse they had.

Only that I would crumble immediately, tempted to take the fruit in my hands, forever stain my lips of something immoral so that I could forever crawl and weep over them.

In my time in Italy, I thought i'd be avoiding acquaintances that would be much more of a burden to me rather than someone useful. Yet there I was, watching Y/n saunter into my life like the revelation they were.

It's safe to say that Y/n turned out to be anything but a burden. They became someone I looked forward to seeing every day, though I hadn't realized they were motivation until then.

"Wends!"

Their awfully cheerful voice pierced through the air of the restaurant, almost granting the attention from other people as if they shared the same horrendous and dreadful nickname as me.

As much as I fantasized about walking out of the restaurant with y/n's half-broken jaw, I couldn't deny whatever was swirling in my head.

Ever since they knew of that wretched nickname unfortunately given to me by none other by that infectious and the ever infuriating ball of sunshine, Enid Sinclair, they've been calling me it as if I don't have a birth name.

It was a month ever since I've known Y/n, and it was a month of them being a constant presence in my life. They shared breakfast with me, lunches, and sometimes dinners that I somehow always and reluctantly accepted.

They became my routine, and it was a fact I'd sooner die with than confess to anyone.

Y/n slowly approached my table that was filled to the brim with countless of books and my oddly placed typewriter, putting their own stuff down on the seat beside them. "You're here early. You ordered something yet?"

It was 12PM. We agreed on 1, and I came at 10.

I scoffed, keeping my eyes on the typewriter. "You, of all people, should know by now that I would much rather sooner paint myself neon than touch anything on this menu."

I hear y/n setting their elbows on the table, resting their face between their hands. "Aw, c'mon Wends, it wouldn't kill you.

"Cyanide won't, but this will." I stopped writing to take one look at them, obviously and oddly, my gaze never and will never work on them. "Take my advice if you're eager to leave this restaurant with a mouth able to eat and speak."

"Ever the happiest person, Wends." They chuckled, sliding a somehow too bright and colorful menu towards them, "I'll order for you."

I stopped writing all together, "Y/n."

"Wednesday." They raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. It was over before I was even playing the game. Resistance over their lips felt futile anyway.

"Fine." I sighed, shutting my eyes closed just so that for once I can't have my stomach doing fucking acrobatics at the sight of them. "I will... allow it."

The ever-growing smile that crept up to their face was priceless, I couldn't bring myself to pry my eyes away. Murmuring something along the lines that I was too easy to lure in.

Once a waiter passed our table, Y/n ordered something along the lines of whatever the fuck 'Due Cream Soda Alla Vaniglia e Lampone con Glitter Commestibili' was. I was certain I was going to leave the restaurant with a non-working heart and a stomach turning inside and out.

It took no longer than a minute for Y/n to get a hold one of the numerous books piled infront of me. "Are you studying for something?" They asked, opening it only to close it once they noticed how outdated some of the languages are.

I let a small chuckle pass my lips. "What drives you to such a hypothesis."

They gestured to the books and my typewriter, "By how you're literally surrounded by books and you're on a fucking typewriter instead of a laptop." They pointed out, murmuring another, "Also, who the hell says hypothesis."

"People with functioning frontal lobes." I quipped, letting my fingers write on instinct across the typewriter keys as I listened to Y/n's ramblings. "I'm... writing."

"You're an author?"

"No."

"Then why—"

"Are you a painter? An artist?"

"Well... I—no?"

"Then we both don't know what we're doing."

Y/n fell silent moments after, I couldn't help but miss the sound of their voice. Admitting the mere thought aloud seemed absurd, let alone thinking it in the first place. I would've bashed my head on top of my typewriter if not for my resistance.

"How long will you be staying in Italy?" they eventually asked.

"Two more weeks," I replied. "My flight is already scheduled, I'll be leaving then on."

"Oh."

I wasn't expecting an answer anything other than a hint of happiness that I was eventually leaving their life.

"You are?" They repeated, as if they couldn't believe such a statement even escaped my lips, clear disappointment flickering across their face. "That's not... long."

"I am certainly not saying here indefinitely now that I have something to continue when I've arrived at my destination." I cleared out, doing my very best to escape the impending guilt washing over me.

"I'll miss you, Wednesday."

Their words were sincere. Lovely. It had stopped me from writing all together.

Guilt wasn't a feeling I was familiar with at the time. I rarely come across such a feeble emotion. Now it felt like I've committed something immoral. There were times that I lie for my own convenience, and nothing more than my own reason.

Now it felt like I should've lied for them.

I will forever miss you.

I wrote. I never showed them.

One week had passed and I rarely ever got to see Y/n after. Our encounters became increasingly scarce, and their voice plagued me from days on end.

I clung to the faithless hope I had that they would text me, to reach out, to even show me they're alive and well.

I returned to the museum for every day they were absent in my life, searching for any sign of their presence, but each day ended in disappointment.

Of course, fate is indifferent to my yearning, refusing to grant someone I so desperately sought.

Regret gnawed at me as the days turned into a week, and the week turned into the day before my flight.

"Addams. I've heard from others that you've been writing."

"Who others?"

"I'll spare a name to spare New York a corpse found in their sewage pipes by the time you've, hopefully I assume, returned and not jump off the plane."

"Even if I went off the grid, your nagging would've been in spirit."

"Don't flatter me."

"Don't kill yourself without showing me a video tape in full resolution for me to get through rough weeks. Or maybe take a shotgun and shoot yourself in your garage and let me have the keys to your house."

"Addams."

I sigh. "Yes, the rumors—though I would want that vampires head on a stake—are true. I've been writing."

"What happened to you there? You met someone?"

"How'd you know—No. No, I—I haven't. What makes you come to such a foolish conclusion?"

"Oh my God, someone actually managed Wednesday—I'd rather kill myself before loving anyone—Addams to fall terribly in love with them. Who's the unfortunate soul?"

"I would not be naming them because they do not exist."

"You just stuttered, Wednesday. The only thing making you stumble your words is when you're overdosing on whatever poison you're having for breakfast."

"They're no one."

"How are you such a bad liar when you have countless of bodies hidden across the globe?"

I sigh again, this time, it was out of annoyance. "I'll be hanging up. Goodbye, Barclay. If ever you are considering to kill yourself, call me. I'll be at my most happiest to watch."

"Wait, no, Wednesday! I need progress on your—"

I hung up. It was pointless to answer her calls when I was a mere few step away from boarding a plane. She always had a way of getting under my skin, even from across the damn globe.

But there was one name that would always surface in my thoughts: Y/n.

The mere thought of their name will forever remind me of how my heart wasn't programmed to love.

I reached for my phone, fingers tracing over the cold screen. My mind was tired, blank. The only thing I could ever do is stare at their contact and wish I could've done something better.

I typed out a hesitant message, my thumb hovering over the send button as if it was something that could end my world. Only two thoughts ran to my mind: Would they reply, or would my message be nothing to them?

I almost hit send before I heard footsteps approaching me.

"Y/n?"

I whispered their name, the love I carried for them being surrendered like I'd crawl for them once I reached purgatory.

"What are you doing here?" My eyebrows furrowed. How could they leave me, only to return as I was about to depart? "Why are you here, you disappeared, avoided me, why—"

"He proposed to me."

Oh.

I always thought a near-death experience with a loved one would be the deepest I could feel.

I realized I was wrong.

Now my eyes ached to the sting. Like I was weeping for someone that perished in my heart, I grieve for a living soul that was me. It was pathetic.

I expected them to be overjoyed, over the moon as they would express themselves from time to time.

But when I met their eyes, all I saw were tears streaming down their face.

Oh, how I wished to wipe their worries away.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I don't know if I love him."

"Nonsense... You told me you loved him—"

"Well, maybe I haven't been saying anything true to you!"

"Look, I don't know what I'm doing—I don't know what the hell are we doing. I'm living in some apartment with some guy I don't even know I even love, I'm currently standing here like an idiot to a girl who's just about to leave my life, and you're—"

"You're everything."

It was that moment I realized I was lost in a haze of admiration and love for Y/n.

That I was far too deep in their life that they became mine. I never knew I needed them as much when I told them to leave with me and break up with their significant other.

I never knew I needed their lips onto mine until the moment I pulled them close to me.

Now I ache of them.

"Do you regret it, mother? Being such a fool for someone, you became what you hated most. But you endured it all for them."

Wednesday Addams, seating across the bed from her daughter, Blair Addams. She looked just like you, she'd always wonder.

Wednesday sighed, her hand reaching out to gently touch Blair's. "Do you know the phrase, 'Come ti vidi M’innamorai, E tu sorridi Perchè lo sai?'" she asked softly.

"You know I've never indulged myself in whatever you're reading." She shook her head with a smile. She looked even more like you.

She let her fingers trace patterns on her hand, her gaze wandering else where. "Well, it translates to 'When I first met you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew," she explained.

"And do you believe in that, mother?"

Wednesday could almost smile. Her daughter was always the curious one, yet she always managed to be privy of her life from them. "I always believed Y/N knew the moment we first laid eyes on each other, I fell in love with them."

"So, yes, my raven." She nodded, "I do."

"I never knew Y/n would make me their title, their theme, their muse," Wednesday pondered, "I always wondered why i fell for them."

"Falling is an accident, gullible, like with people who fail to do basic things. But I am one of those people if not more if I fell for their on accident and continued to do so."

She sat beside Blair, her legs crossed beside her. "I've never told you at the time, but Y/n was a painter. And they wanted nothing more but than to forget about their past. They have never told me as to why, but I believe them.""

"I worried that my love was violence. It was pain, it was suffering. But y/n took care of themselves, they took care of me. There is no one in the world who had loved me more than them, I fear that it would break them, that I am deemed no longer someone who is a part of their story."

"Yet here we are."

Wednesday couldn't see the smile creeping from her daughters lips. But she knew it was there, just like how you looked like before. She will always and forever take pride in it.

She always thought her greatest love could be something of a passion, a talent, a hobby perhaps.

But no one told her it could be a person.

Blair stretched and turned on a light beside her bed, opening a drawer and taking out two of Wednesday's books. "Must they be the reason your books has been off to your prior ones, mother? You've written all your life of gore and mystery. Now it's romance."

"Well, I—"

"Oh, I'm definitely the reason why your mother has been subtly—not-so-subtly, switching to the romance genre."

You peered through the door, your body wrapped up in a cozy boritto style and everything with a train draping it's way to your back like some met-gala dress.

"Oh, mon chéri," Wednesday's face lit up at the sight of you, immediately standing up and pulled you close, her arms enveloping you in a warm embrace.

Her lips met yours in soft kisses, leaving the taste of faint vanilla chapstick lingering on your lips. "Why are you up so late?"

"Well," You grinned against her lips, "I felt our bed getting cold and to my surprise my wife isn't nowhere near me. You know how I can't sleep without you." She pulled away, you whined at the lost of contact, but you couldn't smile more brightly as she led you towards your daughter. "G'evening, Blair."

"Evening, Y/n." She greeted you before you kissed her on the forehead.

You leaned against Wednesday's shoulder, whispering softly, "You're telling her our story again?"

Wednesday would've thought her small chuckle went unnoticed, but you definitely heard it. The stupid smile on your face told everything.

Her hand found yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "She loves it."

"You love it, mother. Probably more than me." Blair retorted back, evident that she was holding back a laugh.

"I do not! When did I ever—"

"Oh, honey, you know love turns your mother into a girl version of your abuelo.

"Do not ever refer to me as my love drunk father or I will subject you to sleeping on the couch." Wednesday rolled her eyes, pinching the back of your palm. "And please do not shame my work of referring to it as such. I've worked hard day and night yet you proceed call it by such an exasperate—"

You turned your head and pressed a kiss on her cheek, the same spot where her freckles resided, causing her to pause mid-sentence. After atleast ten years of being with her, it always made you so giddy.

"Not even in marriage am I spared by your passive aggressive comments," you teased, your lips curling into a smile as you leaned in closer to her.

You hear your daughter sigh after a brief second, "Addams."

Wednesday almost looked shocked, "My Raven, do not call us by our last—"

"Please exit my room. I'll be going to sleep."

And then, the both of them were shoved off before they could even hug their daughter and kiss her goodnight like they always did.

"I... We were rejected, Y/n." Wednesday exclaimed, like she just got struck with the most heartbreaking news. "She used to love our stories together when she was an infant."

You'd think Wednesday was the non-chalant mom who's strict on her child. But, to your surprise, she was the opposite.

She loved Blair just as much she loved you. Hell, you even considered just maybe, maybe not, disowning your daughter because she gets Wednesday's attention more than you do.

You shrugged, taking her hand and leading her to your upstairs bedroom. "It gets stale once in a whileeeOW!" You winced as Wednesday pinched the back of your palm, again. It was starting to become her love language at this point.

"I'm just kidding!" You reassured her, intertwining your fingers with hers as you walked up the stairs together, pulling the door open for your wife. "She's just in her rebellious teen phase, let it go."

Wednesday rolled her eyes, "Too cliche."

"You used to have one too," you scoffed, settling onto your side of the bed and watching as she laid down on hers.

It was a routine you found yourself often doing, taking in the sight of your beloved as if your life with Wednesday was all a dream. You pinch yourself like almost thrice a day just to really make sure.

"Since when?" Wednesday asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement, quietly shuffling towards you.

You sat up for a moment to undo her braids. You always liked playing with her hair, and that one time she asked of you to undo hers, it became a routine. "Since the beginning of time. And somehow, you never grew out of it."

"You didn't even meet me in my teenage years. I am far from rebellious."

"Yes, baby, but not too far from a death penalty." You chuckled, reaching out to gentle stroke her hair, leaning in to press a soft kiss against her forehead.

"Oh, you flatter me," she replied, a smirk across her lips, but the room was too dim to even notice it.

By now, if you were any ordinary person, Wednesday would've made you disappear entirely. But, the thing is, Wednesday always seemed to look at you as if her life never really started until she found you.

Silence managed to take over the atmosphere, you laid back on the comfortable mattress, feeling Wednesday's head nestled on your arms that were tucked under her hair.

You could almost fall asleep in pure bliss knowing that you've met and loved the girl of your dreams if not for her calling out for you.

"Amore." She whispered.

"Amore?" She whispered again, her voice softer than ever before.

You blinked, momentarily. You swore you just heard an angel. "Yes, amore?"

"Can I... Can you—"

You smiled, almost too knowingly. You knew Wednesday, for someone who's such a romantic soul, she's not too expressive on simple terms like these. "Do you want to be the little spoon?"

She grimaced, you could even hear her grunts of disapproval. "I would highly refrain from calling it that before I jump out of bed and skin you from limb to limb. But... yes, I would like to."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at her response, suppressing a grin to avoid from literally being murdered as you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her close.

Ten years before, if someone had told you that you're going to be doing this to girl you've met at a museum while trying to escape your past, let alone be happily married to her, you would've told them "How the fuck do you know that and please stay away, I have... a boyfriend. I guess."

But now, it seemed so believable. Wednesday was always so relaxed in your arms, your warmth and hers bringing a sort of comfort for the both of you.

You nuzzled your head against the back of her neck, gently moving strands of her hair aside as you pressed soft kisses against her skin, hoping to kick away her tension from the day.

"Stop pouting, Wends," you murmured softly into her skin as you closed your eyes in pure relief.

You hear her scoff, "I am not doing such a humiliating act."

"Oh but you so are." Your grin widening as you pressed another gentle kiss against her nape, "I can hear it from here."

Wednesday let out a sigh, of annoyance? Maybe. But was it tinged with pure adoration and love? Much so. "You don't hear pouts, Y/n."

"When it comes to you, I do and I can."

Silence washed over. This time, you're worried you've teased her that much, she actually got annoyed with you.

"You're awfully quiet. By this time, you're probably threatening to kill me."

"I'm... Sorry." Wednesday whispered, it has an undying tone of tenderness that you don't often see it being expressed through words from her. Slowly, she shifted her body to face yours.

One thing is for certain: She was still so terrifyingly bewitching if not more. She looked pretty in every way possible, it's hard to even believe, it left you in awe.

You feel her gaze darting on your eyes and then drifting down to your lips, hesitating even. It was ridiculous, in the most adorable way possible there is for an Addams like her.

"May I kiss you?"

"You know you're always welcome. It's pointless to ask."

She was the first to reach out, her hand finding it's way to the curve of your cheek, her touch gentle than ever as she traced the line of your jaw as if she was memorizing every feature of yours.

You cupped her face in reciprocation, leaning in closer to where your lips were just hovering inches away from hers. Then, you closed the space between the both of you.

You pulled away, your eyes meeting hers with a soft smile. It was impossible to think that this woman held your heart in her hands like it was nothing.

"Have I ever told you that you're pretty?" you whispered, letting your hands fall to her waist and pulled her close.

"Ever since you've met me."

“You know, I’m surprised you even remember our first meeting.”

“Oh, how could I ever forget my lover?”

You laughed, a symphony that always gets Wednesday to have a slight tug in her lips. “Stop being so romantic. You are a grown woman with a daughter.”

You continued to stare into her eyes as you drape the rest of the blanket for the both for you. "It's hard to think you're the first one to fall in love and not me."

"It's hard to think of anything when you're here with me, te amo." Wednesday replied, her gaze softening almost immediately.

You sighed. "You know I love you, right?"

Wednesday blinked. "I always will."

You smiled.

And Wednesday smiled back.

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a/n: this was longer than i thought. i yap too much in stories i fear

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Had me in a chokehold at WORK!

souls tied, bound to burn | ch 1

Samantha Carpenter x Reader

Summary: Your move to New York came suddenly, in the hopes of getting closer to what was left of your family. What you weren't expecting was to fall for your sister's roommate, Sam; and little did you know, she'd be your doom, in the prettiest of ways.

A/N: I feel like this story is told in moments, but I do like how it turned out; it is, after all, a story that I poured my heart and soul into. This is one which took many of my sleepless nights, but it was so worth it bringing this idea to life. Cannot thank @iamnicodemus enough for basically being my beta reader and helping me with everything. There will be two more parts to this storyline, but I can't say when they will be posted, as I'm still writing them.

Word count: 10k (limit? never heard of her)

Masterlist

One thing that Sam was still trying to get used to after moving to New York was the lack of calmness.

She had just finished her session with yet another therapist, it was past 10 PM, and the streets were still as busy as ever. There was no shortage of cars or people passing by her as she walked back to her apartment. Sometimes it could be overwhelming and she couldn't get home fast enough. Sometimes it helped to keep her mind a little quieter.

Sam was still unsure of what it felt like today, maybe a mix of both.

Things haven't been easy after everything that happened in Woodsboro, every day the weight on her shoulders worsens and she has no idea how to even start dealing with it. It only became worse after the rumors started.

The steps up the stairs to her apartment felt like a whole workout, after working the entire day Sam was absolutely drained. The hunch on her posture and faint dark bags under her eyes said as much.

Nearing the door, she could hear faint voices coming from inside, one of them she didn't recognize. The tensing of her muscles was inevitable.

Sam turned the doorknob and slowly made her way inside, she closed the door behind her without turning around. There wasn't anything different about the place — TV turned on, cheap yellow lights in the kitchen illuminating the dirty dishes on the sink, low music coming from Tara's room — except Quinn was talking with someone on the couch.

Though Sam didn't know who it was, she already relaxed at the fact that there was no trouble in sight.

She ran a hand through her hair whilst walking to the kitchen, there were leftovers of dinner on two pans over the stove; but despite only having lunch on her stomach, she wasn't hungry. Picking up a clean cup, she filled it with water on the sink and gulped it down.

"Hey, Sam's home," Quinn announced with a chipper voice.

Sam closed her eyes with a sigh before managing a smile, she really didn't feel like socializing right now. But she turned to Quinn anyway.

The girl was perched over the back of the couch, waving Sam over, "come here, I want you to meet someone."

Involuntarily, Sam's eyes drifted to the one who sat beside Quinn; it was a girl she had never seen before, but the gentle smile on her lips made Sam hesitate in her steps. She did walk up to them though, making herself comfortable on the loveseat beside Quinn.

"Sam, this is Y/n, she's my sister," Quinn motioned to you with a grin.

"Sister?" Sam's eyes were huge as she looked between you and Quinn.

"Well, half-sister," Quinn concluded, "it's a long story."

You then gave them a tight-lipped smile, raising your hand in an awkward wave whilst looking at Sam, "it's uh- a pleasure to meet you."

There were several question marks twirling around in Sam's head, but the biggest one seemed to be why she found herself quite trapped in the way the images on the TV highlighted the lines of your jaw, cheeks, and lips. "I'm Samantha- Sam," she stumbled out quickly.

Quinn raised her eyebrows in amusement, a beat of silence passed before she tilted her head towards Sam, "yep, that's Samantha Sam."

The older Carpenter kicked herself internally about ten thousand times. That was awful.

A weird weight filled the air after that. Sam didn't know what to do with herself, she didn't know if she should stay or just go and lock herself in her room. She ended up settling for pretending to watch the TV while you spoke with Quinn. From what Sam heard, you had just arrived in town and were staying in a hotel until you could find an apartment, because apparently, your mother had left a significant amount of money in your name; she also overheard that you were yet to go visit your father.

When it was nearing midnight, you decided to leave, saying something about it already being too late.

Sam watched as Quinn walked you to the door and bid you goodbye with a brief hug. And before the door clicked close, your gaze caught Sam's and you gave her that same gentle smile she'd seen earlier; all the same, it froze her, and Sam saw herself just staring back at you with an emotion even she couldn't place.

Quinn dragged herself back to the living room then, laying down on the empty couch to wait for the inevitable interrogation.

"I didn't know you had a sister," Sam started eventually, mindlessly switching through channels. The room was dimly lit, with the only other lights coming from the kitchen, the brightness of the TV hurt her tired eyes.

"Neither did I."

At that, Sam's attention was fully on Quinn, her brows furrowed.

Quinn shook her head, dismissing the worry, "I mean, I knew, sort of," she explained, "she's from a fling my dad had before he met my mom, I think they broke up when she was born and her mom took her to Boston. Never met her until like, yesterday."

Now, the pieces from what Sam had heard were starting to come together. She wondered just how detached you were from this side of your family until now. "And your father never told you had a sister?"

"He did, in passing, sometimes I heard the calls he'd give her to check in. But she's always been distant," Quinn shrugged.

Sam mulled over the words in her mind, part of her couldn't help but feel wary, "why is she here?"

"Her mother died, she has no other family left."

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It didn't take long for Sam to bump into you again. It happened actually only two days after your visit to Quinn at their apartment.

It was a mildly calm afternoon at the coffee shop Sam worked at. At least for a Thursday, it felt calm. Just a few booths had people sitting on them, and every few minutes someone would stop by to grab a cup of coffee to go.

What the place lacked in fanciness it made up for in coziness — between her shifts here during the week and at the bowling alley on the weekends, it was easy for Sam to pick a favorite, nothing beats the vibe of a coffee shop — the place held warm tones to its decor, brick walls here and there with a few black boards hung up that had order choices written on them with white chalk; there was also a vintage radio on the corner that Sam always sneakily changed the songs of.

Against her own beliefs, she became rather good at preparing lattes and cappuccinos. She mentioned it to Tara once, and the girl said she'd believe it once she drinks it; Sam has been waiting for her to stop by.

Though as with everything, it wasn't perfect. Even before the rumors blaming her for the murders started, Sam was already an outsider, not quite allowed to fit in. She had no friends amongst the staff, only colleagues; and after the rumors, she even considered that to be a stretch.

Sam doesn't mind. She tells herself as much every day before walking in for work. But feeling judgemental eyes burning into your back at least once a day tends to take its toll on someone.

So she keeps to herself, she does her job, and she tries not to give them more reasons to bother her.

The small bell above the door dinged as someone came in, pulling Sam back to the present when she realized she would be the one taking the order.

She straightened her posture and smoothed down her uniform, looking around on the counter for her notepad and pen. Upon finding them, Sam finally glanced up and felt her breathing get momentarily stuck, the usual 'what can I get for you' dying on her tongue.

Part of Sam thinks she'd ironically recognize you anywhere. She realized you had that about you, something that felt unmistakable.

Same thing that happened to her apparently happened to you as well, as your lips hovered yet no words came out. It was that weird moment of I know you but I don't actually know you yet.

You were the first to talk, and Sam wanted to thank you for it. "Hey," you chuckled, somewhat awkwardly, "it's uh- Sam, right? It's nice to see you again."

Try as she might, Sam wasn't able to hold your gaze, she glanced down at her hands before looking at you again, "that's me," she gave you a small smile, "can I get you anything?"

"Yeah…" You dragged on, stuffing your hands on the pockets of your jeans as your gaze skimmed over the order options, "just a simple cappuccino to go, please." You eventually decided.

Sam felt your eyes on her as she scribbled your order down, even if it was just a cappuccino, she had the habit to write them all down. "Coming right up," she said, before turning around to make your order.

Ever since she started working here, she has probably made more than a hundred cappuccinos; yet she found herself checking things twice over. Espresso, steamed milk, foam. Everything carefully poured down on the cup.

You were standing right where she left you once she brought the order to you. That same gentle smile she saw two nights ago was present on your lips when you paid her and bid her goodbye.

Secretly, Sam wondered if you'd be back some other day.

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It was never your plan to come to New York, let alone on your own. But tragedy strikes when you least expect it.

When, on one of his monthly calls to check in on you, you broke the news to your father that your mother had passed, he told you you should come live closer to him if you wanted to. And honestly, not feeling so alone in the world felt appealing.

So you packed everything you had of value, and took the leap. You had your mother to thank for being able to simply do that out of nowhere, she'd left everything of hers in your name, including her company's income.

But money hardly solves all problems, because you never actually met your father's side of the family. All you had were his phone calls, where he would sometimes briefly mention a sister you'd get along with if you were to meet, and not much else.

Upon knowing you'd be coming to the city, he gave you Quinn's contact, promising she would help you find a place to stay. You weren't exactly keen on meeting your sister for the first time all by yourself, but Quinn had been surprisingly easygoing; telling you all about how cool it was to have a sister instead of another brother. And the question 'I have a brother too?' lingered on your tongue, but you thought it would be a weird thing to ask. That was a few days ago, and you settled in a hotel for the time being.

In any way, you had a lot of catching up to do.

And now, anxiety was bubbling relentlessly in your stomach and you clutched tightly at the straps of your backpack. The police station was kinda busy at this time of day, but it was exactly the time he asked you to come in, so you did.

You didn't know exactly what to feel other than anxiety. How is one supposed to feel when they're about to see their father for the first time in their life?

It's a weird situation, though you couldn't really blame your mother for it; yes she took you away shortly after you were born, but from what she told you, she and your father didn't end on the best of terms. From the moment you were born, she'd been protective.

You reached the front desk, worrying your lower lip between your teeth. "Hello," you greeted the woman there.

She glanced up from the pile of papers she'd been sorting out, "hi there, what can I do for you?"

"Um- Detective Bailey asked me to stop by," you explained, and the woman in front of you raised an unamused eyebrow. Even before saying it, the words already felt somewhat strange in your mouth, "he's my father."

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Your first two weeks in New York were hectic. Meeting a whole new side of your family was a strange experience, but you'd say it went well. Quinn was the easiest of all, she treated you as if you were one of her friends from university and you appreciated it. Ethan was distant, he was kind and polite, but you could tell he didn't want much to do with you. Your father was, essentially, what you expected him to be; he was kind and attentive, obviously a little awkward just as you were, but he seemed to genuinely care about you; as much as one can care about a daughter they'd never met.

Quinn had been quite insistent on having a sister bonding time with you, so you'd find yourself at her apartment more often than not. This led to you being acquainted with Mindy, Anika, and Chad, who were around just as much as you; plus Sam and Tara, of course.

The youngest of Quinn's roommates took an instant liking to you. Your personality matched Tara's quite well, you were happy to hear every gossip she liked the share about her colleagues at the university and the usual rant about her sister.

Sam, she was not an easy one to read; at first, you thought she might not even like you, but Tara explained that 'that's just how she is, she'll warm up to you eventually'.

Maybe that was part of the reason why you found yourself creating a habit of stopping by a certain coffee shop — after all, they served delicious food and drinks and the place was really cozy; the doe-eyed brunette who worked there was a bonus.

You'd usually stop by later on in the afternoon, when the sunlight had that deep golden glow just an hour or so before disappearing behind the horizon. It was a time of day the coffee shop was a little more crowded, but not as much as it was in the mornings.

Every time you walked in, you found yourself involuntarily looking for Sam; deep down feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush because of the butterflies that invaded your stomach whenever she remembered your order.

You quickly realized the importance of details with Sam. The more you came to eat at the coffee shop, the slightly more comfortable she became with you. It started with her serious expression changing to a small smile whenever she saw you, then she started greeting you by your name, and recently, she has been drawing little smiley faces on your cup.

The usual booth you'd sit at was tucked in a more reserved corner, just beside one of the windows; you liked the privacy. Each time that Sam brought your cappuccino and apple pie, you held yourself back from asking if she could sit down and have a coffee with you.

Maybe tomorrow, you'd think to yourself.

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The smell of freshly made lasagna filled the whole apartment. If you had a good enough sense of smell, you'd be able to tell it was just the slightest bit burned, but no one seemed to care.

Mindy and Chad could be heard bickering about how to properly take said lasagna out of the oven without causing a disaster, Tara was opening up a cheap wine bottle while Anika set the dining table, and Quinn was switching through channels on the TV.

It was a pleasant sight for someone who wasn't used to many of those.

Sam had just gotten out of the shower, towel in her hands as she finished drying off her hair. She had managed to get out of work earlier today and ditched therapy so she could have dinner with her found family — which honestly felt more like therapy than actual therapy.

A chuckle escaped Sam's lips when Mindy called her brother a moron with a halfhearted slap on the back of his head.

And then, three soft knocks came from the front door.

"I got it," Sam told them, hanging her towel over her shoulder as she got over to the door and steadily undid all the locks in it. She knew who it was, Quinn warned you'd be coming for dinner today too. Sam felt a little childish when anticipation started twirling in her stomach.

Selfishly, Sam wanted to think that this specific smile of yours belonged to her.

"Hi," she greeted you with the same softness you stared back at her with; for the second time today, the first being at the coffee shop. Sam figured she wouldn't mind seeing you more often, "come in, dinner is almost ready."

"Hey Sam," you smiled timidly as you walked past her and inside the apartment.

Sam has known you for a little over two weeks, and there should be alarms blaring inside her head for the way she felt so naturally drawn to you. But there wasn't, there was only the softness of your presence and the way she wanted to drown in it.

"Hey new girl," Mindy called, her voice ringing loudly through the room as she peeked over from the kitchen with a grin, "you like lasagna?"

"Of course," you grinned, taking off your jacket and failing to see the way Sam's gaze lingered a little too long on you, "who doesn't like lasagna?"

Mindy pointed a finger at you, "right answer," she quipped before disappearing back into the kitchen.

Sam awkwardly cleared her throat next to you, "let me take this for you."

You glanced beside you to see the girl subtly gesturing for your jacket, unsure if the redness of her cheeks was a trick of the light or not. "Oh, thanks, Sam."

"Alright y'all, dinner's on the table," Mindy announced, getting everyone to flock to the dining room.

It was maybe after the second or third time you'd stopped by that you had unconsciously assigned a seat for yourself at their table. Ironically, it was the one beside Sam.

If you were being honest with yourself, you had a lot to thank this peculiar group of friends; if it wasn't for all the laughs they managed to pull out of you at each dinner, maybe settling in on the new city wouldn't have gone so smoothly. They sure took away the feeling of loneliness that had been steadily collecting in your chest ever since your mother passed.

And you had found a reason to like every single one of them; Mindy was naturally funny and made you feel as welcome as if you'd known her your whole life, and so did Anika; Chad was the exact opposite of what you'd picture him to be, sharing his sister's tendency for kindness; Sam was… you couldn't find a word to describe her quite yet, maybe entrancing could work; and Tara, well, you'd just found out tonight she shared your penchant for horror movies.

That's how, after dinner, you found yourself laying with Tara on her bed as you watched a movie of her choosing.

"You know, I'm glad you decided to come to New York," Tara told you out of the blue, the sound coming from her TV almost covering her voice.

Her room was dimly lit, the only source of light being the TV itself and a small lamp on her desk, you could barely make out her features. "I am too, I'm sure glad I met you guys."

Tara chuckled fondly at that, "Sam seems to like you," she told you quietly, her voice sounding as if she was letting you in on a pretty secret, "she could use a friend, you know."

You caught the hidden words in her soft tone. You weren't blind to how lonely Sam tended to be sometimes. Isolating herself even in a room full of people who cared about her.

Though it stunned you for a brief moment that Tara was asking that of you, you wondered if she saw something you didn't. At this point, you already knew of their story, at least partially; from articles online about the Woodsboro killings, and consequently, from the rumors circling around about Sam. Needless to say, your heart broke for them.

"I'd be happy to be her friend, if she'd have me," you meant it.

The movie extended longer than you predicted and Tara was already dozing off on your shoulder by the time the credits rolled. So you carefully turned off her TV and sneaked yourself out of her bed, your steps as light as a feather touching the floor.

You closed the door to her room with extreme delicacy and only as you turned around, did you notice the absolute darkness of the rest of the apartment.

It looked like everyone had already called it a night.

The only thing illuminating your steps was the soft orange glow coming in through the windows from the street lamps outside. The apartment held an eery silence to it, the clean plates and cutlery you all had used earlier rested on top of the table, there was an occasional sound of water droplets falling from the kitchen sink, and the red numbers of the clock on the coffee table read 12:37 AM.

The darkness and silence were a striking contrast to the commotion from earlier.

You opted for turning on the lights in the kitchen so you could look for your jacket and go home for the night; though after a good five minutes of unsuccessful searching you were almost considering leaving without it. That's when a soft, barely there whimper caught your ears.

It got a cold shiver running up and down your back, momentarily making you imagine yourself in a horror movie.

Until your eyes landed on the bigger couch of the living room and you saw Sam; she was curled up there, fast asleep with her hands under her head and knees tucked up to her chest, looking much smaller than she actually was, just barely being highlighted by the kitchen light.

You couldn't help the swelling of your heart. She was undeniably endearing.

There was the sound of a siren passing by in the distance. You looked out the window by instinct, but you couldn't see where exactly it came from.

When your eyes settled back on Sam, you found her clutching at the cushions under her head, a frown etched unpleasantly on her eyebrows. Her hair was messy, you realized; maybe from tossing and turning too much.

You were genuinely not sure what got into you, it's not like you have enough intimacy to even be seeing her like this. But you crouched down in front of her, one hand coming to rest gently on her shoulder.

Before you could even fully touch her, Sam was already stirring awake. Her body was visibly tense and her eyes a tad too wide and alert for someone who just woke up.

"I'm… sorry," you said quietly, feeling embarrassment crawling up your neck and to your cheeks, "sorry I woke you up."

Sam held herself up with her elbow, her free hand running through her messy hair. She wasn't looking at you, attempting to regulate her unsteady breathing.

You could see it from the way her chest moved up and down quickly. And there you followed a single drop of sweat running down from her neck to her collarbone. The night was far too cold for her to be sweating.

You wanted to reach out, but didn't. "I was just wondering where you put my jacket," you continued when she remained quiet.

Sam felt bare in front of you, somewhat timid. There were goosebumps rising on her skin. She nearly didn't find her voice, "I'll go get it for you."

You waited for her by the front door, shifting on your feet. She came back with your jacket in her hands, clutching tightly onto it so you wouldn't catch the shaking of her fingers. But you did, you also caught onto the hollowness of her eyes and the hair clinging to her damp forehead. You knew it wasn't your place to ask, but Sam looked so alone in the darkness of the apartment, that you feared she might let herself be swallowed by it the moment you leave.

"Are you okay?"

Sam's expression did something complicated, unsure of how to feel. Several beats passed in silence, as if she was considering how to answer you. Eventually, she nodded softly, "I'm alright, just tired from work."

It was a half-truth. You had been there today when a group of teenagers came into the coffee shop, one of them casting accusatory glances at Sam as he whispered — quite loudly — the word 'murderer' to his friends. You weren't able to wave her goodbye after that. She stayed hidden in the back.

Maybe your heart felt something it wasn't telling you yet, because it was hurting, for her. "For what it's worth," the words rolled off your tongue in a soft whisper, "I don't believe them."

Sam's lips parted, her mouth going dry and her doe eyes glinting with a sudden vulnerability. The grip she had around your jacket tightened.

Your smile was bittersweet this time, "the rumors, I don't believe them."

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"I don't think I see you," you spoke on the phone, squinting at the evening sun shining on your eyes as you walked the busy streets of New York.

Last night your father had called you just before he left the police station, asking if maybe you would like to have an afternoon snack with him today; stop by at a popular bakery to catch up on lost time.

You felt an unfamiliar warmth on your chest at the request, agreeing promptly. He was trying to form a connection with you, and honestly, it was something you wanted too. You already lost one parent, you didn't fancy losing the other.

"I see you."

He spoke over the phone.

"Look to your right."

You followed his instructions and sure enough, he was on the other side of the street, his arms up and obnoxiously waving you over so you'd see him.

A chuckle escaped you as you hurriedly crossed the street, tucking your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. You smiled tentatively then, slowly closing the distance between you and him without knowing if you should lean in for a hug or extend your hand for a shake.

Bailey decided for you, he was opening his arms before you even reached him.

The hug was brief but welcomed. He kept one hand on your shoulder when he pulled away, seemingly taking a good look at you as a sincere smile appeared on his expression; "thank you for coming, I know we've never been too close, but I would like us to be."

You reached up to the hand he still had on your shoulder and squeezed his wrist in reassurance, "I would like it too."

That was enough to cut through the awkward bits of tension still lingering between you. Part of you felt like you were fifteen again, giddy for having your father dedicate a whole afternoon for you and you only.

It didn't make the pain of losing your mother go away, but it engulfed it into something more bearable. Something you could get used to.

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It was about an hour after lunch that Sam received a rather urgent call from Tara. The only words she managed to focus on were "asthma attack" and "inhaler at the apartment."

The problem? Sam was basically on the other side of town.

Her first option was Mindy, but the girl wasn't picking up her phone. And then neither was Chad. Her last resort was calling her own apartment in the hopes that Quinn was home and could drive to the university with Tara's inhaler.

The line ringed, and ringed, and ringed. Until…

"Hello?"

The thought about why she recognized your voice so easily flew by. "Y/n?" Sam stopped in her tracks, forcing the other people on the sidewalk to walk around her.

"Sam?"

"What are you-"

"No, I didn't break into your apartment."

Sam heard your chuckle from the other end of the line.

"I stopped by to bring something to Quinn."

"Y/n, I need you to-" Sam took in a deep breath, running a hand through her hair and gripping at the roots of it. She closed her eyes tightly, "Tara is having an asthma attack and she left her inhaler at the apartment, could you ask Quinn to-"

"Sam, calm down."

Your soft voice made Sam realize she was having trouble breathing.

"Breathe, okay? I'll take it to her, I'm less than five minutes away by bike, I'll let you know when I get there."

Sam bit at the inside of her cheek, nodding even though you couldn't see it, "thank you."

Only mere minutes passed by — though they felt much longer than usual — until Sam received a text from you, it read 'hey' and she could see you were still typing.

Sam held onto her breath and only released it once you sent her the next text, which read 'all is good'. Instant relief washed over her and she leaned back on the wall of the random store she was standing in front of.

Her cellphone vibrated again, and this time it was a picture of you and Tara making silly faces while you held her close.

The smile that came to Sam's lips was as big as ever, her heart beating painfully against her ribs as if it was trying to leap from her chest and into the screen of her phone; all so it could reach you.

Sam typed back; 'I owe you one.'

She held back on sending a heart emoji.

It was becoming increasingly harder to deny the way she started feeling about you; how you seemingly occupied a place in her heart no one else could have; or how she hoped to see you walk into the coffee shop every day, because, on the off chance you didn't, something felt out of place, missing.

Maybe it was time for her to do something about it.

And the opportunity presented itself on the very next day.

It was a cloudy Tuesday afternoon, the coffee shop lacking its usual golden rays that came through the window at this time of day. There was a slightly colder breeze in the air, it came through each time a new customer opened the door and it forced Sam to wear her jacket on top of her uniform.

Sam had been anticipating your arrival ever since the clock hit 4 PM, which was the time you usually stopped by. She couldn't help looking up at the door each time she heard the bell above it.

It scared her, to take a chance like this. Trusting people with your heart only opens room for them to break it. She knows it.

But oh you made her want to turn a blind eye to every single risk, and fear, and doubt.

Sam wondered, for a moment, if destiny was playing with her. Because when the clock hit 4:47 PM you walked through the coffee shop's doors and the sky just so happened to have a crack in its clouds, casting a faded glow that bathed you aureate for a moment.

Sam's eyes were unfocused, caught in a daze that was only broken when you were already standing in front of her.

"Good afternoon, Sam," you smiled, your cheeks flushed from the cold wind outside.

"Hi," Sam stumbled out, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as she cleared her throat, "the usual?"

"Please," you confirmed, already reaching inside your backpack for your wallet, but Sam's hand on your forearm stopped you.

The touch of her skin on yours felt electric. Sam pulled her hand back quickly, timidly curling her fingers to try and keep the feeling of you a little longer. "This one is on me," her voice wasn't nearly as confident as it needed to be for that line.

You were about to open your mouth to protest, but she beat you to it; "please, let me do this. As a thank you for you helping Tara yesterday."

A sly smile crept into your lips, your eyes roaming over Sam up and down before you spoke; "only if you drink something with me."

Your boldness surprised Sam, in the best of ways. She was burning up inside, her heart working overtime to keep up with her feelings. Despite the cold, she felt suddenly warm.

"I have a break in ten."

When Sam brought your order to your table — the usual table in the far right corner near the biggest window — she sat down in front of you. She carefully placed down your cappuccino and apple pie before closing both her hands around the simple cup of coffee she had for herself.

You took your time with taking a sip from your drink, closing your eyes when the slightly sweet, warm beverage hit your tongue.

Sam followed each movement, from the way your fingers closed around the mug to the way the corner of your lips lifted just the smallest bit after tasting the coffee she made — for a moment you were all she could see. Though she shook herself off of it pretty quickly, realizing how it might be creepy. Sam took a generous drink of her coffee as well.

"Do you like it?" Came the sudden sweetness of your voice, "working at a coffee shop?"

A faint smell of burnt bread reached Sam's nose, it was probably Enrique forgetting about the oven again. She could hear loud chatter happening at the entrance of the coffee shop, it was probably the five students who usually stopped by at this time of day. Sam was hesitating. Between apartment visits because of Quinn and everyday meet-ups for her to make you coffee, Sam didn't plan for herself coming this far with you.

"Could be worse," were the words that eventually escaped her mouth, "beats the bowling alley."

You chuckled, a lovely sound as you sheepishly glanced down, your thumb tracing the edge of your mug. Sam wanted to pull her cell phone out and trap this moment in time; it felt precious enough to do so.

"I definitely prefer coming to coffee shops instead of bowling alleys," you smirked.

Sam somewhat mimicked your smile, "are you liking New York?"

You hummed, choosing to take a bite of your pie before answering, "all things considered, I am. It's a lot of getting used to," you had a faraway gaze out the window then, leaning your chin on your hand, "meeting a whole new side of my family is… strange. But we're getting along surprisingly well, I've been going out with my father at least once a week, Ethan is more distant but still nice whenever we meet, and, well, I've been visiting Quinn quite regularly, as you know."

Sam took in each of your words, softly nodding along, "it's good one of us is feeling at home, sort of." She gulped, mulling over her next words, "you know you're welcome at the apartment whenever. Tara adores you… everyone does."

If you caught Sam's 'I adore you' you didn't comment on it. Instead, you asked; "how are you settling in? Tara mentioned you guys moved in only a few weeks before I did."

That had Sam holding back a sigh. She leaned back on her side of the booth, "feels like all the shit that happened in Woodsboro followed us all the way here."

Some days were better than others. Some days the weight on her shoulders felt more bearable and the people around her weren't as menacing with their baseless accusations. Some days were worse.

"I'm sorry about everything that's been going on the internet about you," you said.

Sam met your eyes and found there a gentleness no one had ever looked at her with.

"You don't deserve it, Sam."

Being with you was as easy as breathing. For a fleeting moment inside the walls of the coffee shop, there were no rumors crucifying Sam for something she didn't do; there were no bad memories taking her sleep at night; there were no permanent scars marking her skin — there was only Samantha, the girl who had almost forgotten what it felt like to just worry about which words to say next to impress the girl she developed feelings for.

And if she went to bed that night with the ghost of a smile on her lips because you kissed her cheek goodbye earlier, that was nobody's business but hers.

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"Guys, what do you say we order pizza for tonight?" Sam threw the idea into the night.

It was nearing 7 PM and it was a Saturday, meaning it was the unofficial girl's night of the week. Sam, Mindy, Anika, Tara, and Quinn sat together in the living room of Sam's apartment watching a random action movie. Dinner time was nearing and none of them really fancied cooking tonight.

"I think it's a good idea," Mindy agreed, leaning back on the couch and pulling Anika with her, "do you think one is enough for the five of us?"

"Six," Sam spoke without looking up from her phone, already searching for the pizza place's number, "I invited Y/n over."

Save for the movie playing in the background, there was a sudden silence in the living room. It stretched on until Sam found the number and looked up to see everyone staring at her.

A frown slowly came to her eyebrows and she chuckled awkwardly, fidgeting with her phone, "what?"

"You invited her?" Quinn started.

"You two have been growing quite close," Mindy added, an all-too-knowing grin on her lips.

Tara had her lips hung open, being the last one to catch up on her sister's painfully obvious crush.

"We're… friends, she's nice," Sam shrugged, feeling herself grow self-conscious with the attention and involuntarily curling in on herself a little. She got up from the couch then, deciding to go make the call to order the pizza outside in the hallway as she figured she wouldn't have much peace inside right now.

She put on her house slippers and walked to the front door, hearing Mindy shout; "I've heard that before," right as she closed the door behind her.

Sam found herself slowly roaming to the lobby as she spoke on the phone, a cold air came from the entrance doors of her apartment building as she spoke on the phone, making her hug herself to preserve the warmth.

The pizza would be arriving in about thirty minutes, and just before Sam turned around to walk back inside to the coziness of her apartment, her cell phone dinged with a message from you letting her know you were here.

Sam saw herself smiling at the screen of her phone, at the small heart emoji you added beside the text.

The main doors of the entrance hall hinged as you walked in, and the first thing Sam noticed was that you were quite underdressed for the weather outside; only a thin jacket kept your body warm, your hair was all tousled from the wind and you had your hands buried in the pockets of your sweatpants. Still, you smiled brightly when you spotted Sam coming towards you.

"Aren't you cold?" Sam chuckled as she met you in the middle, coming to a stop a little closer to you than she should. Her eyes involuntarily roamed up and down your body, always engraving the image of you in her mind as if it was the first and last time she'd be seeing you; even if she has known you for nearly two months now.

"You bet I'm cold," without much of a warning, you brought one hand up and cupped Sam's cheek; the coldness of your skin contrasted with the warmth of hers.

Sam shivered from head to toe, and it wasn't because of the coldness of your fingers, for she could feel her cheeks warming up even more.

Unable to hold your gaze as she did so, Sam took hold of your freezing hand, "come on, let's get you warmed up. I ordered pizza."

You followed her willingly, nuzzling against her shoulder as you walked.

You're both not sure when this newfound intimacy happened. But you weren't complaining. Your heart was so full of Sam that you could hardly call it your own anymore. And Sam doesn't know what happiness means if it isn't written with the letters of your name.

Though it wasn't until a whole week later, that you did something about it.

This Friday was a rainy one, the skies had grey clouds looming over everyone on the streets as heavy raindrops fell steadily. Water splashed around people's shoes as they walked, holding their coats close to their bodies and their umbrellas above their heads.

Sam didn't have an umbrella. She'd given hers to Tara this morning because technically she wouldn't need it, she'd catch a ride with one of the nicer coworkers at the coffee shop when it was time to leave.

Sam was walking in the rain.

She never made it to 7 PM, which was usually the time she'd get off work. Her boss had dismissed her much earlier today; 'it doesn't look good to have a barista covered in coffee' was what he'd said.

Now, the huge coffee stain on her shirt was barely there, being replaced by the water falling from the sky. The pouring rain had already soaked through Sam's clothing; it trickled down her chin and made her hair stuck to her forehead. It was cold, she was shaking, and her fingers were becoming numb.

Today had been one of those unfortunate days. It was a group of teenagers, Sam can't exactly remember what they looked like; she had been the one to bring their orders to the table, and when their eyes met hers she could instantly see the hatred there. Various false accusations left their lips as one of them 'accidentally' spilled their coffee all over Sam. Today wasn't a good day.

Sam didn't know where she was going to, she was almost sure she was walking in the complete opposite direction of her apartment. She didn't stop, keeping her head low in hopes the rain would completely engulf her being.

"Sam?" The call of her name sounded like a hallucination at first. Too sweet, and too far away to be real.

"Sam!" Now it was closer, clearer between the heavy raindrops hitting the pavement.

It made Sam look up, one hand brushing over her eyes to clean the rain stuck to her lashes. Instantly, she forgot how to breathe.

You were coming towards her, one hand holding your coat and the other holding a faded pink umbrella above your head. You looked distressed, there was a frown on your eyebrows that Sam wanted to smooth away with her fingers.

Between the smell of coffee on her shirt and the rain on her skin, Sam had forgotten this was the time you usually came to the coffee shop.

Sam was suddenly shielded from the falling rain. You had to stay close so your umbrella would cover both of you. "Sam…" Your tone was sorrowful as your evident worry escaped you, "what are you doing out here like this? What happened?" You looked her up and down, taking in her purplish fingertips, her soaked clothes and hair, and the barely there coffee stain of her shirt.

The image of you in front of Sam started to blur over; she opened her lips to speak, tasting the raindrops there, yet the words were clogged up on the lump in her throat. A feeling of shame was crawling inside her guts, piercing through her heart for having you see her like this. Sam avoided your eyes, focusing on her boots instead.

Your sneakers inched closer and Sam felt your gentle fingers pushing away strands of her wet hair; the softness of your touch amidst all the harshness she was used to nearly made her crumble.

"Did someone do this to you?" You asked even softer.

Another beat of silence, and then; "I don't know why they hate me so much." Was all Sam told you, her voice nothing but a whisper that broke in the middle.

In the same heartbeat, with the hand that wasn't holding your umbrella, you took hold of Sam's waist, pulling her body close to yours in a warm embrace.

Sam clung to you as if you'd vanish into thin air any minute. Both her arms instantly came around your shoulders in a close-knit grip as she bunched the fabric of your coat between her fingers.

You adjusted your hold around her waist, mimicking the same strength she held you with. Part of you knew she needed to feel that kind of reassuring pressure, shielding her away from reality.

Her body was worryingly cold, the wetness of her clothes was seeping into your own but you couldn't find it in yourself to mind. Because Sam buried her head into the crook of your neck and you could feel steady wet drops falling into your skin, and you knew they weren't from the rain.

Sam's sobs were muffled against you. And as her body trembled in your hold, your heart shattered.

"Let me take you home," you whispered, your lips brushing the skin of her shoulder until you placed a kiss there.

Sam's grip on you tightened, bringing your bodies closer together if that was even possible. "Okay."

And you did take her home. Sam only didn't imagine that when you said home, you meant your apartment, not hers.

To say your place was better than Sam's would be an understatement. Your apartment wasn't overly luxurious, but it was evident that it was expensive.

Admittedly, Sam felt out of place. Not necessarily in a bad way; only in the way that you were clearly much better off in life than she was, and it made her feel a little self-conscious to think she'd been fantasizing about a chance with you, when, admittedly, you could do better.

You let go of your umbrella but kept holding onto Sam's hand, leading her to your bedroom, "come on, let's get you some dry clothes."

Your bedroom was the most 'you' room in the house. There was a double bed in the middle, a dresser, a desk with a computer and a whole lot of other things on top — books, a collection of pens, a couple of sketchbooks, small fantasy figures such as soldiers on horses and dragons — a mirror just beside the dresser, a bookshelf, and several pictures and fairy lights stuck to the walls. Everywhere Sam looked, there was a bit of you.

She hovered in the middle of it all, shaking from head to toe because of how cold her body was, and hyper-aware of the water still dripping from her soaked clothes and into the wooden floor.

You rummaged through your dresser until you found a comfy pair of purple sweatpants and a hoodie of the same color. You handed them to Sam, "the bathroom is just down the hall, feel free to take a shower and warm yourself up okay? I'll be in the kitchen."

Sam gulped down the lump still stuck in her throat, nodding along with your words, "thank you, you didn't have to do all this," her voice still held that same rawness to it, though the corner of her lips quirked up.

You let out a breathy chuckle, tilting your head to the side as if she just spoke a foreign language. "Yeah I did, that's what people do when they care about each other."

Under the warm orange glow of the fairy lights of your bedroom, Sam could count the specks of color in your eyes. She could drown in the ocean that was you and everything you made her feel.

Sometimes, you look at each other as if you're about to kiss.

Sam wondered if it was the same for you when she caught your eyes drifting to her lips. Before she could figure it out, you were sheepishly avoiding her eyes and walking off to the kitchen.

When Sam walked out of the bathroom, her skin now warm and her hair with the smell of your shampoo, you had just finished making two mugs of hot chocolate.

You heard her bare feet approaching you, felt her lingering gaze on your back. You could tell Sam wasn't allowing herself to be completely comfortable here yet. You hoped to change that.

Turning around, you were met with the endearing sight of Sam in your clothes, her hair still damp and cheeks now flushed from the hot water of the shower. She looked like your favorite dream.

You walked up to her, handing her one of the mugs, "now it's my turn to serve you," you winked.

Sam closed both hands around the mug, an inevitable chuckle escaping her.

You leaned back on the counter of your kitchen, hearing the rain that still poured outside hitting the windows. "Feeling better?"

Before answering, Sam took a sip of her hot chocolate, humming at the sweetness and warmth of it. "Much better."

"You can stay as long as you'd like," you told her, because you knew she needed to hear it.

Sam's thumb traced the rim of her mug. You could see her lips pulling thin, feel her uneasiness.

"I would like you to stay, Sam."

Thunder started rumbling in the distance as the rain picked up even more. Sam would be stuck with you for a while; maybe you should make the most of having her all to yourself.

You put down your mug and pushed yourself away from the kitchen counter. Sam could be fragile sometimes, you realized; there was a part of her that always remained guarded, waiting for the next blow to come. Yet you could almost feel the desperate calls of her lonely heart.

When you took a step closer to her, Sam didn't take one away from you, and it was all the confirmation you needed. She had a white-knuckled grip on her mug, though it relaxed immediately when your hand enveloped hers and you took the mug, putting it aside on the counter.

Sam was holding herself as stiff as a corpse; if you were anyone else, she would have taken her chance already, but you were you, and the fear that she might fuck it up spoke louder. Her eyes followed each of your movements though, her pupils blown wide and reflecting the vulnerability of a heart that started beating for you, for you, for you.

Both your hands eventually reached up to her cheeks, your fingers tracing her jaw and your thumbs brushing the skin beneath her eyes.

Inevitably, Sam melted in your hold, a breath leaving her lips as she closed her eyes for a beat. No one ever held her as if she was something precious. You always did.

First, your lips met her forehead in a kiss that felt like a promise. Then, your nose brushed hers when you leaned in; your breaths mingling as your hands found the back of her neck to pull her in.

You were gentle, so much so that Sam hardly felt your lips. You guided her into a chaste kiss, just a touch of your soft lips that fitted perfectly with hers. So perfectly, she'd dare say you were made just for her.

Small as it was, the gesture of affection got Sam grasping at your waist; her hands holding onto you with the same desperation as before. As if happiness, for her, was limited.

Sam didn't dare open her eyes when you pulled back. It was foolish, but she wanted to utter those three words just for the fact that you didn't go far, choosing to keep your forehead leaning against hers.

"Are you sure?" The words stumbled out of Sam's lips in an unsteady whisper as she took to memory what it felt like to have you this close.

You pulled away and she felt like crying.

It was only enough so you could look into her eyes, and there you saw everything she didn't want you to see. In those dark doe eyes that shone with the dim lights of your kitchen; you saw her fear, her loneliness; you saw the way she thought of herself as a person who doesn't deserve to be taken out of the rain, but who longs for someone to do so anyway.

"More than I've ever been in my life," you whispered back, pulling her in before you even finished speaking. You clashed your lips together, not holding back this time, because if she didn't believe your words, she would believe your touch; she would believe the way your hands tangled in her hair and how your tongue brushed over her bottom lip, tasting the lingering sweetness of hot chocolate there.

Yet, between each breathless kiss, you'd mumble, "I promise."

And Sam would hold you more firmly, her arms encircling your waist as she traced a path down your neck with her lips, confessions rolling off her tongue.

You had her at your mercy; she was yours. But you were hers too.

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It's been fifteen minutes already. Fifteen minutes of Sam glaring at her phone as if it would relent and type the message for her.

"Sammy, this is getting sad," Mindy popped a popcorn in her mouth, side-eyeing Sam's figure; who was huddled in a blanket on the couch beside hers, "just ask her already."

"Yeah, I will," Sam groaned, hugging her blanket closer to her chest, "just… finding the right words."

"The words are: 'do you want to go on a date with me? Yes or no?' Simple." A popcorn flew in Sam's direction as Mindy explained, "stop making a big deal of it, it's not like you guys never went out together anyway."

Sam pursed her lips, staring at the little picture of you in her contacts. It's true, you've met for outings multiple times already; but there was something more now, an incessant swarm of butterflies in her stomach whenever Sam thought of you.

"It's different," she said quietly, "I don't wanna mess it up." Her vulnerability dripped from each syllable.

Mindy softened at that, forgetting about the movie playing on the TV and properly turning to look at her friend; "you won't mess it up, Sam. She likes you, everyone can see it."

It felt nice to hear the words out loud, it made them all the more real — as if your make-out session from a few days ago wasn't enough. Sam could feel her cheeks growing warmer by the minute as she finally typed her message and hit send before the small bit of courage went away.

Mindy had been right, after all.

That night, Sam took you out for dinner and a movie; classic, but she learned that you loved the classics. Especially when you pressed your lips to hers again before saying goodbye, in a kiss that Sam would be happy to live in forever.

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The stairs that led up to her apartment weren't the most comfortable seat, but the empty hallways provided much-needed peace.

Sam buried her head in her hands, clawing at the roots of her hair. Her shirt was still damp, the smell becoming annoying. She could feel the back of her eyes stinging but she gulped back the feeling.

"You know you don't always have to wait for me down here."

It was almost magical, how your voice sent a wave of easiness through Sam's body. It was almost as if you carefully reached inside her chest and took away the burden there.

You were walking up to her, a smirk on your lips and a backpack hanging from your shoulder, "I know the way to your apartment."

Sam mimicked your smile, getting up with more haste than usual and meeting you halfway in the empty hallway. She didn't give you much of a warning before bringing you into a searing kiss, her hands cupped your cheeks and she had your bottom lip trapped between hers; chasing the feeling only you could give her.

A gasp escaped you when she collided with you. Your giggles got muffled by her lips and you took hold of her waist to steady yourself.

It's been four months since Sam started calling you hers. Four months since she's been able to gloat because you're her girlfriend. Four months in which she's been the happiest she's ever been in her life.

"I missed you," she spoke against your lips.

You kissed the words, frowning playfully, "you saw me this afternoon."

"Exactly," Sam's smile stretched further, "too long," and then she was leaning in again, and again, and again.

Sam could be intense sometimes, but you knew how to recognize when she was doing it for fun, or to forget about something else.

You took hold of one of her hands then, breaking the kiss she had you trapped in so you could place one to her knuckles, "is that cherry coke I smell on you?"

"Maybe," she dragged the word, her fingers intertwining with yours.

"Are you making a habit of having people throw drinks at you?" You raised an eyebrow at her before squeezing her hand reassuringly, "what happened?"

Sam let out a halfhearted groan, shrugging her shoulders as she avoided your eyes, "just some conspiracy psychos… and Tara is pissed at me."

"Did you guys have another fight?" You asked sympathetically.

"She was at this party and I tased a guy who was trying to take advantage of her, and now she's mad at me," Sam distracted herself by playing with your fingers as she spoke, "keeps telling me I should let her go."

In your four months with Sam, you learned how protective she could be of those she cares about, especially after what happened in Woodsboro. You learned that because you were now on that list too. You'd lost count of how many guys she threatened because of you already, each time you went out for drinks together and a strange dude decided to try his luck with you Sam would pull out her taser and aim it right where it hurts most.

In truth, you understood both sides. Yes, Sam could be overprotective sometimes; but she had her reasons.

"Family can be complicated, I would know," you pushed back strands of Sam's dark hair, never having enough of how she leaned into your touch, "but Tara will come around soon."

You felt the shape of Sam's smile on your palm right before she placed a kiss there. Part of you lived only for these sweet, precious moments.

"Hey guys," Chad's voice suddenly broke your peaceful bubble. You and Sam looked up to see him on the stairs, "come up here, quick."

Sam walked into her apartment holding onto your hand, and her grip only tightened when she saw what everyone was watching on the TV.

A student from Blackmore University had just been murdered, Mindy recognized him from their film studies class.

Tension lay heavy in the room, but especially, it radiated off Sam; you could feel it in the tremble of her hold on your hand when the reporter spoke about the several Ghostface costumes left at the scene of the crime.

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Metanoia (or not?...)

Metanoia:(n) meta·​noia - a transformative change of heart...especially : a spiritual conversion

Part 1. - Part 2. -

Parings: Wednesday x Dracula!Reader (GN)

Warnings: they are a little older(19, lets say nevermore is a college), Blood, swearing, fighting, death, and.. some other grimey stuff. (i'm not a big word person.)

WordCount: 3.9k

note: I am adding some extra characters to fit the story line for both this fic and the show. Also, the reader is masc tbh.

Your nickname is D. For Di- Dracula. For Dracula. or Drac

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It's been days.

Days of sitting infront of a window watching people watch you.

Days of missing the gothic girl.

Let's back track a bit-

You tossed the guard into the wall snarling at the unconscious man. A shock coursed through your body as your knees gave in. Groaning, you looked at the window to see Wednesdays eyes on you.

"Heel demon." The guard grunted out shoving the baton deeper into your side. The insult caused the shocks to suddenly go numb. You looked at the guard through your lashes and stood slowly onto your feet. You grabbed the baton tossing it towards the window, you snarled loudly inching your way to the man who is now shaking in his boots.

"Stop." You turned at the voice which seemed to send your fangs into hiding. You shook your head at the buzzing in your head, Wednesday stood at the door staring you down. You grumbled profanities taking a seat onto the floor. Weems appeared behind the girl holding hesitant eyes.

"Y/n. I need to give you the proper mixture. Is that okay?" You lowered your head ignoring the principal. You heard the tall woman taking a step in front of Wednesday which you snarled flashing your fangs that caused her to take a step back. Wednesday grabbed the vial from Weems hand looking back at you.

"Cooperate with us." You growled scooting back a bit. Wednesday took a few steps forward as you grumbled at the voice in your head. They screamed many things but one small voice spoke over the horrid voices.

Trust.

Coming back to your senses a sharp exhale was sent out your nose and your golden eyes Wednesday missed appeared back. You sent her a nod shielding your head in your elbow, covering your tinted cheeks. Embarrassment radiating off your skin. You nodded your head letting Wednesday take a seat next to you.

"Wednesday." Weems whispered at the short girl who sent her a look causing her to move away from the frame shutting the door behind her. You whimpered at the hunger eating you alive, it was a war between the hunger and voices begging you to quench your thirst. And the fear of it all... they were basically the same thing.

"I am going to open the vial and you need to drink it all, it is going to ignite the urge but fight it." Wednesday whispered. From everything you have learned about the girl, was the complete opposite from the way she is with you. 'Steer clear.' 'Don't even bother.' 'She is cold-hearted.' 'Selfish' You ignored every word anyone said cause to you she was intriguing. she was fire, a fire that ruined anything in her way and you were drawn to her...like a moth to a flame. She opened the vial placing the edge to your bottom lip, you eyed her concentrated eyes,

"Bottoms up." You mumbled letting the liquid slide into your mouth into your stomach, the taste caused your fangs to show and the veins under your eyes to darkened. Grunting at the satisfaction, you slid back against the wall closing your eyes.

"Wednesday please get out of there." Weems spoke from behind the glass. Wednesday ignored the woman's demand gently placing her hands on your shoulders as you began to slide down the wall behind you. The overwhelming feeling caused your body to shut down, Wednesday kept her cold eyes on you while you huffed fluttering as they began to close.

"Rest. I'll be here when you wake."

When you woke she wasn't.

You grumbled sitting up from the corner walking towards the desk. You felt multiple eyes on you which you ignored for the last six days.

"Good afternoon Dracula." Weems voice boomed from the glass. You glanced at the window nodding then turning back at the desk mindlessly moving the pencil up and down the paper. The door that leads in and out finally opened as a man walked into the room with a bag and a leash. Knitting your eyebrows, you snorted loudly.

"I am a Origin. A Dracula. Not some dog." You laughed out walking to the man with a fanged smile. "Please tell me this is my get well present." The man smirked swinging the leash towards your face. You dodged the material catching it with your left hand eyeing the substance coated on your hand.

"Not so Dracula no-" You sung your right hand at the man colliding your fist into his jaw shutting him up. Your vision began to blur as you made your way to the door and out the back. Weems lifted her hand at the head of security,

"Leave them."

"But Weems-" the tall woman looked down at the man who immediately closed his mouth.

"Their trial ended this morning. They are now a pure blood."

You pushed the last door that led to the quad, the sunlight coated your skin that sent a shock through your body. You placed your hood over your head taking a seat at your usual table. The chattering stopped and turned to you. You lifted your head to lock eyes with a very shocked Xavier.

"Hey there Thorpe, would you be kind and inform me on where the fuck my bracelet is?" You mumbled shielding your skin from the sun. X held his hands up swallowing the remainder of food in his mouth.

"Wednesday placed it in your room." The mention of her name caused a grunt to slip from your mouth. You sighed nodding at the boy drowning out Enid's questions being thrown at you.

"Thank you." and with that you blurred from the table to your dorm. Leaning your forehead against the door you remembered you do not have your key. Placing more of your body weight against the wooden entrance, you fumbled through the doorway. Looking for a threat your eyes landed on the pig-tailed girl.

"Wednesday."

The girl snapped her head to your voice holding her breath. You both could not move. An awful feeling coursed through Wednesdays body, her heard drummed against her chest which caused your eyes to widen at how you could hear the pounding in your ears. You swallowed loudly deciding to take a few steps to the girl till the sunlight hit your hand. You grunted making a 180 to the desk.

"No."

You let go of the bracelet as it fell to the floor slowly looking back at the girl. She shook her head keeping her death glare locked onto you.

"Does it hurt?" You shook your head unzipping the jacket the fencing coach provided you during your lock up.

"No, but I never-"

"Show me."

A nervous chuckle made its way out your mouth but you instantly yelped at Wednesday's new position by the curtain that covered the gigantic window. With shaking hands, you removed the jacket and went to undo your button up. Would you have said a negative comment if someone else told you? Yes. Maybe even rip them to shreds? Yes, but it was a five foot gothic girl with pigtails who seemed to have you wrapped around her finger that if she asked you to burn Jericho to the ground, in a heartbeat, you would.

Once you made it to the last button you huffed loudly letting the fabric slip off your shoulders to reveal the muscle shirt that was drenched in dry blood from the fight between Alex and you. There was a tension between you too...and you both knew it. You could hear her heartbeat rapidly increased as you took a step forward, Wednesday pulled on the curtain letting the sunlight flash into your dorm. A sigh slipped your mouth once the rays engulfed your skin.

A small gleem was seen in Wednesdays eyes when she stared at the sight before her. Cold. Very cold hands ran across your forearms tracing the dark, black, veins that exposed your emptiness like a lost city for forgotten souls.

"Once you ascend, it is up to your body to decide when.." you stopped letting your words play in your head before letting the girl in front of you know. "when you die."

"But when you ascend before the date you are given-" Wednesdays eyes wandered to the white veins that lead to your chest. You hummed sadly letting your own words finally process. "You immediately die." You waited for her response but her fingers traces the faces that led to the vein in your neck.

"You're dead."

Letting her words play in your head, realization settled on you. You died. You were dead. You always wondered what death felt like but dealing with ascending you never noticed when your heart stopped, wait. Did your heart stop?

"I am." You answered searching for a reaction from the girl in front of you. She placed her index finger on a single vein that traveled along your shoulder to your chest. Furrowing your eyebrows, you made your way to the restroom tossing off the muscle shirt following the red vein that stopped at your heart. Your eyes drained color, as you gripped the table as the empty vessels vanished from your skin.

"Why-" You bolted out the bathroom grabbing a clean sweater, with Wednesday hot on your tail. Anger radiating from your skin, you wrapped your fingers around the chair that sat against the desk throwing it against the wall. Wednesday froze at the burst of emotions she could feel coming from you. Your chest heaving and tears flooded your eyes the small girl acted fast.

Cold. Again. Cold hands were placed against your cheeks tilting your head down to meet dark eyes. Wednesday kept her eyes glued into yours,

"Hey, let it go. I am here." unclenching your fists your hands made its way to the smaller girls waist feeling her body tense against you. You nodded pulling away rather quickly grabbing the bracelet off the ground placing it onto your wrist.

"I have to go to Weems." You whispered sighing lightly pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Why must you go to the principal?" Wednesday asked following you to the door. Ever since the incident with the ascending Wednesday knew being next to you is more important than finding out who was the hyde. What did she need more?.. You or the hyde? You opened the door wider letting Wednesday out first,

"I am a Pure Blood." She lifted her eyebrow confused about the name, You walked out closing the door behind you.

"This is bad. So. So. Bad." You mumbled walking down the hall, as if you could read the girls mind; you continued.

"I am one of the first of the bloodlines to ascend at a young age which is already bad since i am the new 'Alucard' and... i am a Pure Blood. It is mandatory to stand with the council."

"And what is bad about the council?" Wednesday asked. The question caused unpleasant memories flash in your head. You both finally made it to the Main hall. You cleared your throat attempting to hide the whimper that desperately wanted to crawl out your mouth.

"They killed my brother."

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"Dracula. Please have a seat.” Principal Weems spoke as she extended her hand to the chair in front of her. Her eyes darted from you to Wednesday letting a small smile creep onto her pale face.

“I see you been spending more time with each other, how delightful!” Wednesday rolled her eyes at Weems preppy tone and you shook your head trying to shake off the heat tinting on your cheeks.

“Principal Weems, I need to see him.” You spoke looking up at the woman with a face that held serious emotion. You were an asshole.. a kind one at heart. Everyone knew you for your mischievous acts. The shits and giggles you supplied to everyone just to brighten up anyone who needed it. You’d rather shine light onto a pit of darkness then use it for yourself when you needed it most. That’s just… you. Placing yourself last for the sake of someone else’s happiness. You licked your lips continuing-

“I am a Pure Blood.” Weems nodded, leaning forward interlocking her fingers in front of her. “I know you are.” You nodded, unzipping your jacket letting the main vein become visible to the principals eye.

“I have to stand with the Council on my birthday, and we both know that cannot happen.” Weems furrowed her eyebrows trying to grasp everything at once. You zipped up the jacket placing your hands on her desk.

“But you are from the first bloodline, why should there be any problems-“ once Weems finally pieced everything together you nodded her way taking the pen from her desk slowly slicing your palm letting the black blood drip onto her desk. “I am an Alucard Ascendent.. and a Pure Blood. The council is going to come for me.”

Weems nodded grabbing the phone from her jacket dialing a number as she placed the phone against her ear. She stood from her seat walking towards the window once you heard a voice on the line. After a few minutes of “yes” “mhm” “no of course not.” And “tonight is perfect.” You knew it was a sealed deal.

“Who do you need to see?” Wednesday whispered scooting her chair a little close to you. Huh, the cold hearted girl everyone states hates physical touch.. sure loves being near you. You opened your mouth to answer yet the door was swung open as a man with a killer smile walked in.

“Ah.. Y/n Dracula.” He sang, flashing a fanged smile your way. You stood extending your arm only to be pulled into a bone crushing hug.

“Reinfield. What a wonderful surprise seeing you again.”

-> ->

After what seemed like hours, it was the dead of night when a hand slapped the back of your head. Your head shot up to the man who snorted walking to the shed you four are now approaching.

"Get out of your head Dracula. We need your full focus for this." Reinfield encouraged you opening the door wider letting you all inside. You stood back letting Wednesday walk in with Principal Weems. Soon following in after them, you unscrew the cap from the water bottle you kept on the long journey far from Nevermore. Reinfield eyed the small girl who sent him a glare and stood next to you.

"Ah, the Alucard Ascendent has already found their chosen one. How splendid! This should be a breeze then!" The water seemed to stop midway down your throat causing the water to shoot out your mouth and nose. Covering your mouth, you sent a daggers towards the man who in return sent you a wide smile.

"I'm sorry? Chosen one?" Weems asked genuinely confused on the small celebration Reinfield was having across the room as he searched for a certain book amongst hundreds in front of him. You glanced at Wednesday to see a small tint of pink on her cheeks with her eyebrows knitted at the man as well.

"Forgive me, you must've skipped through the mating process. The dark precious girl that can't seem to leave the ascendents side is their mate."

If you never seen a reaction out of Wednesday well today was the day you did. A short gasp and cough was brought out of her and Weems eyes almost slipped out her sockets. You huffed walking and taking a seat on the last step of the staircase. Reinfields eyes slightly widen and a small laugh flew out his mouth.

"Oh? I see you have not told them this information." Growling softly, you placed your head into your hands muffling-

"No Rein.. I have not." Reinfield sent a shrug to the group grabbing a book hidden behind a book smiling widely.

"AH! Here we are." He set the book down onto the desk behind him waving his hand on top of the cover. Like magic, the book flipped open as the pages skeem through on its own.

"So for the first bloodline, when you become a Pure Blood you are gifted with a supernatural power that leads you to have a seat in the Council-" Rein started, which you already knew this information from years ago. You nodded letting the man continue, a nervous laugh came out of his mouth as he read over the new page.

"Your father, William Dracula; Fin Blood. Your mother, Jacqueline Dracula, mate of William Dracula. Your brother, Jaime Dracula; Pure Blood- where is that little delinquent anyways?" He asked looking up from the book. You met his eyes huffing softly-

"Dead. What powers did my father and brother recieve?" Reins small smile faded at the new found information looking back down at the book.

"William Dracula was a Fin Blood which is not Pure but he did receive Illusion and Jaime Dracula... Compulsion." You growled at the word igniting the deep resentment that played in your chest.

"Y/n Dracula, Pure Blood; Absorption..." Rein dragged out your power slowly looking up from the book once more, a poker face played on his as you backed up from the desk onto the center of the floor.

"No." You laughed out clutching your chest. "That can't be right."

"The book never lies Y/n." Rein spoke, "Now that you and the Council knows, they will stop at nothing to kill you. You are too powerful."

"What do you mean by absorption?" Weems asked taking a few looks at the book. Rein sighed taking a big step towards you as you took another back. Placing a hand out, your bones snapped causing you to drop to your knees. A loud wail flew out your mouth as Wednesday dug her nails into her palms.

"Let go Dracula. Embrace the pain."

"It fucking hurts!" You screamed out clutching your jacket trying your best to ignore the loud voices in your head.

"Listen to the voice." He demanded. The voice. The voice that brought you back multiple times when Wednesday was not around to help.

Embrace the pain

Soon your golden eyes widen at the pain wearing off, you stood to your feet patting down your arms checking for any signs of damage.

Release

Reinfield dropped onto the floor gripping his chest as he groaned at the new found pain. "There we go..." You ignored his words taking a step towards the man. "Alright... let me go." You blinked and the man gasped letting go of his blazer attempting to catch his breath.

"That seemed easy." As if it was all a joke, the air was sucked out of your lungs and you fell back to your knees wrapping your hands around your throat,

"Nothing's ever easy." Reinfield spoke standing onto his feet hovering over you. You grunted trying to control the uncomfortableness of your throat closing. You're dead. Why do you feel like you can not breathe? Weems took a step forward catching Reins attention, he stopped his games turning towards the tall woman waving his hand.

"You cannot throw this this on a child. A new power that his foreign to them." Weems growled placing a hand on the mans arm. He hummed turning his body away from you, fresh air shot into your nostrils as you laid your back against the ground. Arms were wrapped around your torso as your body was being pulled into Wednesdays lap.

"You're right, but by the looks of it... we have four days until the Council knows the ascendents location, and that gives us two more days till they arrive." Rein explained to Weems. You heard the race in the mans heart, for the first time in your life you felt the anxiousness from the man.

"So, we have five days to prepare...very well." Weems spoke walking towards the staircase sparing one last glance to you. "Your training starts tomorrow." You nodded sitting up. You leaned your head against the girls shoulder which caused her body to tense.

"Took a toll on you like that Alex boy?" Wednesday whispered, you chuckled shaking your head.

"You should see the James guy I had to deal with." A faint smile creeped onto the girls face as you coughed out blood. You lifted your hand wiping the dark substance off your lip shaking your head at Wednesdays reaction.

"Yes, we still bleed." You joked standing up to your feet lending out a hand for the girl. Eyeing your actions, her hand made home into yours as you pulled her onto her feet. Your eyes traveled to the her own when a small smile appeared on your face. Nodding your way to the staircase, Wednesday followed behind you up the stairs.

"With what blood?" The girl asked, you chuckled lightly, turning your head her way.

"I'll let you add that to your list of 'Unsolved Mysteries'" you quoted with your fingers sending her a playful look. Wednesday rolled her eyes pushing you up the stairs.

"Come on, go." She ordered you gently pushing you up the remaining stairs to the door.

Reinfield watched from the towers of books with a sad smile on his face. He knew someone young like you was far from ready for the darkness the council will bring, but one thing he knew for sure was that you had someone who will give you the sight to see the light that will help you in the end.

Meanwhile...

Crying of a woman echoed from the walls of an abandoned cathedral. Pools of blood coated the mans feet as he drained the lifeless body in his arms. The cries of the woman began to grow much louder when the hooded man released his bite letting the man drop onto the floor. A satisfied sigh was heard from him as he lifted his head to the ceiling.

"I'm going to ask you again...." The man started wiping the blood from his chin then proceeding to lick the remains on his fingers. "Where is the Young Ascendent?"

The woman viciously shook her head lending out her hand, "Please.. I know nothing of the Young Asced-" a hand was wrapped around the woman's neck as she was lifted up from the ground. With her feet dangling, an evil smile spread across the mans face he brought her close,

"Ah, but you do. You knew of the turning of your son and yet you let the poor boy run off to kill a powerful being. How stupid could you be?" The woman sobbed shaking her head,

"Please, we needed the money to leave." She admitted, he scoffed releasing her from his grip as she fell to the floor.

"I need to get to the child before the Council does, are you not understanding?" He roared out, the shadows in the darkness shivered in fear when the man kneeled infront of the woman.

"Where did they go? You tell me and i will let you walk away." she cried shaking her head, the silence was causing the man to growl when she lifted her head to speak.

"Nevermore."

A grin plastered onto his face when the woman spoke. Nodding, he walked to the chair that sat in the middle of the altar waving his hand. The woman looked into the darkness seeing fanged smiles approaching her. Cries were heard from the woman when the man took a seat onto the 'throne'. His hands made way to his hood slowly dropping to his shoulders. An older man stood by the throne watching the New Bloods rip the woman apart.

"Are you going to kill the Young Ascendent?"

"No, I am trying to save them. We leave at sunrise." he spoke leaning his head back shutting his eyes letting the horrid sounds soothe his mind.

"Yes Alucard."

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I have realized a lot these past two weeks. One, i CANNOT live without wifi. Two, i think i have a crush on a girl. i haven't really took the time to actually sort my feelings and well now that i have since i didnt have wifi? shit dude lol. Oh and Three, my music is getting somewhere lol.

Thank you for listening.

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Reader: I wasn’t that drunk.

Wednesday: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important.

Reader: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

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Metanoia (or not?...)

Metanoia:(n) meta·​noia - a transformative change of heart...especially : a spiritual conversion

Part 1. Part 2.

Parings: Wednesday x Dracula!Reader (GN)

Warnings: they are a little older(19, lets say nevermore is a college), Blood, swearing, fighting, death, and.. some other grimey stuff. (i'm not a big word person.)

WordCount: 3.9k

note: I am adding some extra characters to fit the story line for both this fic and the show. Also, the reader is masc tbh.

Your nickname is D. For Di- Dracula. For Dracula. or Drac

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"D, open up." Xavier banged against the door of your dorm, "Ugh, you damn little-" he grumbled grabbing the lockpick from his pocket unlocking your door. You laid at the end of the bed in a deep slumber, drool sliding off the pillow onto the floor and your hand and leg hanging off the edge. Xavier grabbed the end of your blanket yanking the fabric off your warm body. The cold breeze hit your cold skin but a satisfied hum slipped your mouth as you sunk more into your pillow.

"You better get up before Wednesday catches you like this," Xavier whispered harshly. Your eyes snapped open catching the tall boy, "Wednesday's coming?" He nodded walking to your closet going through your clothes. Rolling your eyes at his mumbling, "You only have uniforms, White, Black, Gray and ONE purple shirt. Good thing we're going shopping today." You jumped off the bed walking to the bathroom in your dorm. Thank god Principal Weems caught your looks you have your parents when the two dragged out the "She" and "her", and of course the ascending.

"I can't afford any, my parents thought it was nice to kick me out empty handed." You bluntly replied, walking out the bathroom grabbing the outfit Xavier picked out for you. Eyeing the folded clothes, you shrugged your shoulders, walking back into the bathroom.

"Make sure you brush your teeth, i can smell the mountain lion breath." You laughed at his comment waving your toothbrush from the crack of the door. Once you finished freshening up and putting on the clothes Xavier picked out you smiled softly at how the outfit came out. That boy knows how to dress, but at how you looked you finally remembered the gothic girl.

"Why is Wednesday coming?" You yelled out grabbing the necklace by the sink placing it around your neck. You can't lie, you really liked the simple outfit you had on. White shirt, black skinny jeans with your chuck taylors and finally your rings and necklace but there is something missing.

"X?" You called out, he didn't answer your question. Slicking back your short wavy hair letting a strand fall on your face you mindlessly walked out adjusting your rings, you heard a small squeak. You looked up to see Enid, Ajax and the girl that has been haunting your dreams....and nightmares the last four days.

"It's missing something," Enid spoke eyeing your outfit, Xavier nodded along and Ajax shrugged his shoulder. Your black biker jacket was tossed your way which you caught swiftly eyeing the person who tossed it.

"Black is the key to fashion." Wednesday spoke, you could only nod her way placing it on. Enid smiled widely wrapping her arms around Ajax.

"That's it! Now lets go!" Everyone followed Enid out the door yet you stood back grabbing the bracelet that hid behind the picture frame. You glanced to see Wednesday taking a seat on your bed, these assholes set me up. They knew this would be a good time to get us both alone. Was Wednesday in on this?

"Why have you been avoiding me?" The firmness in her voice made the venom in your veins run cold. You placed your hand on your desk leaning forward at the echo in her voice that boomed in your ears. It almost felt as if you haven't heard her voice in years.

"You wouldn't understand." You whispered placing on the bracelet. Making your way to the door,

" Help me understand."

She whispered so lowly that one with heightened hearing could not catch...but you heard those three words as if you sat in front of arena speakers on full blast, You gripped the door handle huffing loudly giving one last glance towards the girl before exiting your room.

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You walked side by side with Xavier down the streets of Jericho eyeing the odd stores, you ignored the mumbling of the tall boy as you both made a sharp turn into a shop that actually caught your attention.

"Alright, lets get you some outfits." he sang tapping Ajax as the beanied boy skipped off into the back. Enid circled around you eyeing your shirt and jeans,

"So to my observations, you are not a very colorful person." You shook your head glancing at the siren that walked into the shop. She eyes you four lightly laughing.

"You trust these three to dress you?"

"I mean i am not the one buying," you spoke running your fingers along the flannels that caught your attention, "should i trust you in dressing me?" She sent you a smirk strutting towards you in a way you quirked your eyebrow. Only a few inches from you, she grabbed the flannel that you rested your hand on and walked to another aisle.

After an hour of shaking your head, gagging lightly, and a few slight nods you finally walked out of the store with at least six bags in your hands. You followed the three and surprisingly Bianca into the coffee shop taking a seat into the booth. After ordering, you had a small conversation with Enid as Ajax draped his arm over her shoulder. You slid out from the booth walking to the corner grabbing the sugar adding some to your drink.

"So you are the feral animal Wednesday doesn't seem to shut up about."

You continued to add more items to your drink letting a small smile appear on your face.

"I wouldn't put feral and animal in the same sentence if you are trying to intimidate me." He placed his hands on the counter leaning forward so that his face was close to your ear.

"Why all of a sudden you show up and Wednesday is all about you." He whispered, you smirked at the forced act the boy is trying to flaunt out, "You could be the hyde." You finally leaned back eyeing the boy.

"Hyde?" The brown haired boy thumped your drink causing the hot liquid to spill over your biker jacket. Growling softly, you stared at the boy through your lashes praying to anyone listening that he gets the hell out of your face. You heard footsteps come to an halt behind you,

"Is there a problem here kids?" You turned to see man in a uniform with a sheriff badge shining in your face. You shook your head, glancing back at the boy whose face held a smirk you desperately wanting to wipe off.

"No Sheriff, this young man here sure knows how to welcome a new face to Jericho." the sarcasm you spoke flew over his head which he sent a tight lipped smile your way then looking back up at the boy.

"Make sure you go to your meeting with Dr.Kimbott today." The sheriff scolded the boy who only nodded cleaning the mess he made. He sent you one last last before exiting the cafe.

"Welcome to Jericho," He whispered sliding a new coffee your way, "Hyde." You grabbed the cup awaiting the right moment to throw it into his face when another presence was felt next to you.

"Tyler."

Wednesday's voice boomed in your ears once again, she kept her eyes glued to the boy in front of you that kept that damn smirk on his face. Once he locked eyes with the girl next to you he sent her a bright smile sliding her a black coffee.

"Hey Wednesday, we still up for tonight?" Your eyes snapped to the girl who stood frozen, a new feeling erupted in your stomach. oh how bad it felt, was it jealousy? Anger? Cause at this point you wanted to jump over the counter and rip his head off his neck. You cleared your throat leaning over grabbing the sugar again.

Your free hand brushed against the gothic girls which caused the world to stop. She gasped flinching at the sudden bolt of electricity that was sent through her body. She wouldn't admit to it if someone asked her...but she grew infatuated with the new feelings you were giving her. A glance to see those golden eyes, the poisoned veins that she witnessed under the moonlight a few days ago. The coldness in your touch but felt as if she placed her hand on a lit stove. In the eyes of others, you would be labeled a monster, but to her....if she ever were to say how she felt out loud it would be shoving a hot rod into her throat, but you were no beast to her.

You were home.

"Yes Tyler, we are."

"I guess i'll be heading back to Nevermore. Don't forget your meeting with your therapist Tyler, we'd hate to see a normal being with horrible daddy issues." You smiled at the boy whose face turned red in anger. Wednesdays fingers wrapped around your wrist as you jerked back facing her.

"I'll meet you in your dorm in an hour." You knitted your eyebrows at the sudden demand. You sent a nod gazing into her dark eyes, the coldness in her touch seemed to dismiss the wave of emotions you've felt towards the boy in front of you. Finally letting go, you made your way out the cafe down the streets of Jericho.

"So glad we have a dislike towards that normie." Xavier walked beside you on the way back to the bus stop.

"I show up and i already have an enemy" you joked as the two of you stopped at the corner of an antique store awaiting the bus or your friends. You saw the tall boy held all your bags which you quickly took,

"Let me be a gentlemen." You chuckled shaking your head, "sorry love, you and i both know that is NOT happening." You both broke into a fit of giggles at the thought of you two being something. That will not be happening in any lives you choose to live. A car appeared at the stop where you two stood. Turning your head, your smile dropped at the sight of Principal Weems sending you a death glare through the passenger seat window.

"In. Now." The power in her voice almost made your knees buck in. You inhaled sharply tossing the bags into the back seat and getting into the front.

"I'll see you back at Nevermore D." Xavier spoke from the sidewalk. You nodded his way as the car began to drive away. After a few minutes of silence, uncomfortable silence at that. Weems decided to finally speak.

"After a few days of talking to your parents and going over the process of an ascendant. I assumed you had your first bite?" You grumbled a 'yes' but oddly, you eye the turn Weems made that stopped in front of the cafe.

"Just need to grab Wednesday." Your eyes popped out your head at the name as you sunk into your seat. A few minutes went by and the small girl made her way out the main doors. You closed your eyes inhaling the vanilla scent that caused a growl to bubble in your throat. Oh god you thought, not now.

"I can smell your hormones from here." Weems spoke as she began her drive back to Nevermore. You shook your head holding your breath but that did not do you any good.

"Principal Weems, they need to feed." Once her voice was heard in the car you felt a pressure against your gums as your fangs appeared. You quickly bowed your head placing on your hood hiding the darkened veins that tinted underneath your eyes. The scent of your second weakness filled your nose as a bag was tossed onto your lap. Grabbing the tube quickly shoving it into your mouth slurping the bag dry. A moan slipped your mouth as you tilted your head back.

Wednesdays eyes darted to your side profile as your hood slid off your head. A small trail of the blood slid down your jaw as a smile made its way to your face. You turned towards Principal Weems flashing her a fanged smile. Weems rolled her eyes pointing to the glovebox, you huffed happily grabbing the blood bag slurping on the tube.

"From what i've read, younger ascendant's turn out to be the strongest in the blood line but the last ascendent like you was..." Weems stopped taking a sharp inhale parking at the Nevermore entrance.

"Alucard."

You scoffed at the name your family spoke about during meetings as you grew up. 'He is Hades himself' 'He will be the reason of our extinction' 'We do not need another young ascendent, it'll be the end of us all.' What a joke, like you could ever be as strong as this boogeyman or anything like him.

"Might as well place my head on a stick and give my mate my heart." You spat at the principal. Hopping out the car heading towards the gate, Wednesday sat in the back observing your body language. She knew you were scared, the wave of anxiousness she felt that sent her to place her sweaty palms on her knees.

"Enough with your childish antics! to prevent this outcome you must follow your parents advice for the sake of your life and Nevermore!" Weems spoke as she exited the car stomping after you. the small girl hopped out the car leaning against the door.

"Follow their advice?!" You snapped around to face Weems with darkened veins. "They are the monsters! Threw me out on my own for the most harmless thing us first lines could ever have!!" You growled out pacing back and forth in front of the gate. "I'm gay and now here i am." You huffed pinching the bridge of your nose trying your best to contain the tears threatening to fall. Weems face fell inching her way towards you,

"Understand here at Nevermore we do not discriminate or treat you any different for who or what you are." She whispered placing a hand on your back as you were hunched over letting a sob fall from your mouth. Wednesday cleared her throat taking a few steps standing next to you.

"If you want, i can accompany them to their dorm." Weems sent a small smile nodding her head. You lifted your head face now bare from the fangs and veins,

"Let's go." You spoke walking to the gates, awaiting for the entrance to open you looked over your shoulder at Principal Weems sending her a nod, "Thank you." She nodded your way sliding into the driver seat. The gates opened as you stood to the side letting wednesday head in, following after her.

"I expect you both in my office Monday afternoon!"

Crossing the campus to the secluded dorms you both reached your own as you unlocked the door heading in. You took a couple steps then stopped causing Wednesday to bump into you. Your instincts kicked in as you moved an arm back gripping the girls waist. You looked back sending her a look,

"Stay behind me." Wednesday could only nod at your order. Anything you'd tell her to do, she wouldn't think twice. Going against all her rules and promises in her book, she trusted you. Your eyes scanned the room as a familiar scent filled your nostrils, no one in sight but you felt a presence in the room.

"I'm surprised you replaced me," A voice spoke from the shadows. You let out a loud growl gripping the gothic girls waist tighter pulling her closer to your back. The voice walked into your dimmed room flashing you a fanged smile.

"I was giving you a year." Your eyes widen as the boy strutted taking a seat on your bed. Wednesday peeked from behind you locking eyes with the stranger, he smiled wide eyeing her.

"Definitely not your type, but i can see why you picked her."

"Alex." You whispered eyeing your best friend that leaned over placing his forearms on his thighs.

"Y/n."

"What did they do to you?" He howled in laughter as he stood up fixing his bracelet on his wrist.

"What did they do to me?! They changed my life, they helped me, they did what YOU couldn't do!" He yelled flashing his fangs, his eyes were pitch black. From the corner of your eye you seen Wednesday companion- thing hiding under the bed. Motioning your hand that trapped Wednesday, Thing sunk into the darkness.

"You're a newborn." You started letting go of Wednesday which she was quick to grab your wrist. Your heart skipped a beat at the action but yanked your hand away keeping your eyes locked on the boy. "Did you think letting a random brancher turn you would make you invincible? Oh Alex..." You stretched out his name sliding the biker jacket off tossing it across the room.

"They just made you their bitch." Alex's face fell letting his fangs show, you quickly pushed Wednesday out the door shutting it. Wednesday gasped at the growls, snarls and objects being broken on the other side. Her legs acted upon themselves running to the first person that came to mind.

You on the other hand...

"Fucking stop Alex!" You growled out pushing the boys head against the wall. He elbowed your stomach loosening your grip sending his head back to yours. Stumbling onto the floor, Alex straddled your waist punching you straight in the nose. A crack echoed in the room as you bucked your hips flying him into your desk. You stood up running out the balcony door with him hot on your tail. Vaulting over the railing, almost a three story drop you landed swiftly on your feet as a gruesome 'THUMP' sounded next to you. Alex groaned loudly wobbling as he stood.

"I'm.. going to rip your heart.. out." Alex roared as the venom dripped from his fangs. You flashed your doubled fangs planting your feet into the dirt beneath you.

"I'd like to see you try."

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Wednesday pounded her fist against the tall door, "Xavier!" the door swung open as the tall boy knitted his eyebrows confusion as the gothic girls had actual tears brimming her eyes.

"Y/n. They-"

"Where are they?" Xavier didn't give the girl time to finish her sentence. He grabbed a small bag from the corner rushing out the room hot on Wednesdays tail.

"I have Enid getting Yoko and her group to the quad." Wednesday spoke making a sharp turn skipping down the stairs.

"How do you know they're in the quad?" Xavier asked, Wednesday shook her head looking back at the boy.

"I just...know."

Enid and the rest of the crew turned the corner seeing the fight between the two.

You tossed Alex against the wall blurring to the other side of the quad. Xavier grabbed the dagger from the backpack tossing it onto the grass.

"Drac!" You turned at your name to catch Thorpes gaze eyeing the weapon against the grass. Blurring to the object, Alex met you half way swinging his fist into your jaw. Flying to the fountain your head hit the edge causing your vision to blur. He grabbed your arm moving it into a position that sent a wail/snarl out your mouth.

"You're weak and reek of animal blood. Such a shame i'll be the one draining that mate of yours tonight." Alex growled grabbing you by your neck lifting you up as a display for everyone to see.

"One last look at your little friends before you see Alucard." Alex laughed out. Your eyes filled with black as Weems words played in your head. Wednesday held her breath as Alex dropped you to the ground grabbing the dagger. She couldn't lose you now. Standing still she whispered once again that banged against your eardrums.

"Don't you dare die on me." You felt a rush of adrenaline course through your body as you blurred into the boy knocking the weapon out his hands.

"The difference between me and you..." you started digging your fingers into his chest, the venom that dripped from your fangs landed onto his check that burned into the boys flesh.

"I am the first blood line to roam the earth..." Alex whimpered at the dominance you expressed over him, shaking his head he pleaded to be spared. A new voice rang in your head as you exposed his neck,

"I am... "

"No Y/n, please.."

"Dracula."

You pierced your fangs into his neck silencing his pleas and drinking him dry. Alarm bells rang in your head, this was not the way. But if you hadn't he would've killed them all and who would stop him? Yoko and the other vamps are no match for a newborn. Their stronger, faster, and feral. You couldn't let someone else die because of you, but then you wonder... who turned him?

During the ascendent trials from other families, they were fed only a certain type of blood. mixtures of animal, human, and branched families. Drinking a small amount to keep them from acting out like a newborn. Then you realized, you did not do your ascendent trial. You felt a small pinch in your neck that seemed to snap you out your daze. Yanking your mouth away from the pale boy, you jumped up looking for a threat. Everyone around you waved flags but your body seemed to be going numb. Slapping your hand against your neck where the pinch seemed to send a buzzing feeling through your body, you spotted the fencing coach with a weapon in his hand.

"Y/n, please stand down." Your hazy eyes wandered to the voice of Principal Weems that stood outside the main doors with a vial in her hands. You snarled attempting to place one foot in front of the other which caused you to fall onto the ground.

Wednesday acted upon herself and made her way towards you. Enid was to slow to grab her and Weems yelled out for her to stop but nothing and no one mattered at that moment but you. She kneeled next to you placing her hand against your bloodied jaw.

"I don't understand why i feel this pull towards you but you need to listen or i will not see you again."

A muffled growl slipped your mouth as you laid limp beneath the girl but soon you became bare once more.

"I couldn't let him hurt you." you whispered, Wednesday opened her mouth to speak but arms were locked around you, lifting you up onto your wobbly feet.

"Where are you taking them?" Xavier yelled at Weems as the two men dragged you out the quad. Principal Weems kept her head high turning towards the group of kids,

"Somewhere safe. They are in danger."

Wednesday and Xavier followed the principal wanting the right answers. "What do you mean they're in danger?" Xavier shouted but stopped once the taller woman turned towards the two.

"Someone more powerful than anyone in Nevermore."

"Who?" Wednesday finally asked, eyeing you behind the glass that the three stopped in front of. You were still under the trance of the incorrect dosage of blood and what made it worse is you drank from a newborn. You were feral. You grabbed one of the guard tossing him against the wall as the other lit the electric baton sending it into your side knocking you to your knees. The principal released a shaky breath glancing back at the two students.

"Alucard." She started but gasped when the lights flickered throughout the school.

"The devil himself."

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The Plague of Hope. (Avatrice x Reader) Part 2.

Summary: After the release of the angel Adriel, what happens when the Halo's Bearer is given a little help from the man above?

Story takes place during Season 2.

WARNINGS- Blood, fighting, you know the deal anything WN got; this got.

<3- Somewhat a slow burner but it will be worth it. the reader is GN but is giving masc vibes. if you not feeling that go ahead and imagine what you like!

chapter 1.

Word Count: 3.2k

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“The world is at stake, maybe once we save it we can focus on being friends.” you spoke quietly hopping off the rail placing the guitar on its stand taking one last look at the two girls. “I’d hate to make you my friends and then have to lose you in the process of this chaos.” smiling sadly hoping the two would understand, you made your way back inside sitting at the table where Rowin is placing a few plates down. 

“He is on his way and I am going to warn you now, he is not happy with you.” your eyes widened at the last six words as you stood up opening your mouth when the door flew open. A man walked in grabbing a fist full of your hair dragging you out the balcony where the girls were. Struggling against his hold, he tossed you over the balcony onto the open yet fenced field. Landing on your side, Rowin stood next to the women sighing lightly. “Come girls, we’ll take the safer way.” The hooded man hopped down from the balcony making his way towards you. 

“How many fucking times do i tell you-” a foot was sent into your stomach sucking the air out from your lungs as you tried your best to shield yourself from the amount of kicks he was sending your way. “Not to follow the damn arrows until they’re what Y/n?” you couldn't answer due to the blood that pooled your mouth. His hand grabbed your hair once more, lifting you onto your feet. At this point, Rowin and the girls were watching the interaction between you both, Ava took a step forward only to have the older man place his arm out in front of her. 

“This is something you do not want to get in between.” Beatrice placed her hand on Ava’s shoulder shaking her head. 

“Speak, you child!” he spat in your face, tears filling your eyes once you met his own. A light flashed between you two when he tossed you a few yards away from him. 

“Rule 4, do not show weakness.” He spoke getting into a fighting stance. You stood up spitting out the blood that dripped down your lips. Once you got into your fighting stance he sent you a smile that sent chills down your spine. “Please, not in front of them.” you whispered. You knew he could hear but that didn’t stop him from speaking-

“What? You don’t want the warrior and our sister to know how you were treated like trash? A mutt for the streets. How your parents placed you on your grandmother's doorstep cause they couldn’t even look at you.” 

“Shut your mouth.” you spat venom coating those three words but he continued. 

“How you loved a girl who died to keep your pathetic little secret.” Ava grunted softly trying to control this new feeling from the Halo. her fingers wrapped around Beatrice's arm. The sister turned to see Avas back glowing.

“What's wrong?” Bea whispered, Ava shrugged her shoulders keeping her eyes glued to the two in front of her. 

“Stop.” taking out the scroll from your pocket, the girls focused their gaze on the familiar paper in your hand when Rowin took a few steps back. “I think we need to take a few more steps back for what is about to happen.”

“No. You go and get yourself exposed to the OCS and now look at you…” he paused looking back at the three. 

“It’s practice.” Rowin spoke softly to the girls who were confused on why this specific tactic is being used on you. 

“You got the warrior nun involved. You're supposed to be prepared to rip Adriel to shreds but here you are trying to control your little feelings for the Warrior nun.” you grunted looking down at the secret that was now out. Ava furrowed her eyebrows as her Halos hue brightened; it was like she could feel your emotions. She could feel…you. 

“Gabriel gave his love to a freak. To a weak child. another death being placed in your hands because you are not ready. The warrior nun will die and you will see her protector be ripped to shreds because of you. You. Are. Weak.” 

“I said shut your mouth.” you whispered, kneeling , placing one hand against the ground. 

“Or what?” 

The crown now visible on your head illuminated and the scroll now disappeared from your hand. You slowly lifted your head meeting the man's eyes. You rushed towards him at the speed of light sending a fist into his chest. He flew into the wall causing a few chips from the impact to fall on him. You turned to the three making your way to them when a gust of wind sent you to the ground. The man straddled you yet with a buck of your hips you send him over flipping onto your feet, 

“You’re holding back.” he mumbled standing, you shook your head trying to control the unknown feeling in your chest. As you were distracted on the pull from the crown the hooded man grabbed a weapon from his back pocket sending three shots into your chest. Falling onto your back, he made his way towards the three. 

“If i-” the man started grabbing Ava’s shoulder placing her on her knees, placing a blue lit knife to her neck. “Slit her throat, you will have no choice but to kill yourself. She is your last chance at being able to be free but if you hold back, you will lose her just as you lost Destiny.” Once you heard a small whimper fall from Ava’s lips everything happened in a matter of seconds. You rushed towards the man grabbing him by the neck digging him into the ground beneath you. Your eyes lit brighter than they have ever been and with a clench of your fist, the scroll appeared yet lit into the sword that resembled the one in Rowins forge. The weapon shined brighter once it was brought closer to the man's neck. 

“Put your hands on them again and I will kill you.” the hooded man smiled as you let go. He stood up yet only to receive another punch to his jaw. A snap echoed through the field, his body fell limp as you turned, walking to the trio. 

“He’ll live.” you spoke moving past them grabbing the spear from the wall that held multiple combat weapons. Ava gasped at the hooded man when he stood up dusting the dirt off his jacket. You hummed, sending a tight lipped smile towards a shocked Beatrice, Rowin laughed softly at the play. Tossing up the spear, you caught it then sending the weapon full force at the man. Ava placed her hands over her mouth when the spear struck into his chest shoving him against the wall. A dramatic sigh left your mouth when the gold hue faded from your body. Patting Rowin on his shoulder he huffed pushing the girls to the struggling man. 

“Best training I've seen out of you.” Rowin spoke which you shook your head in return, finally making it to the man who was coughing up blood. Finally setting his eyes on you he laughed loudly.

“I might have to use that girl as leverage if you’re going to be fighting like that.” You rolled your eyes yanking the spear out his chest. Beatrice, still shocked at the situation, glanced between the hooded man and you. 

“Don’t tell me there is another child beside you?” you shook your head snorting, Ava grabbed your shoulder which did in fact send a bolt of electricity to the crown that sat unseen on your head. A faint hue lit from her back which led her to move her hand away. Ava cleared her throat taking a step next to Beatrice. 

“Who are you?” the man took off his hood extending his hand. 

“My name is Cain. The child's protector. Finally, after thousands of years I have a job I actually enjoy.” Both pairs of eyes widen when you pinched the bridge of your nose. 

“To sum everything up; yes, he is the Cain from the bible. Yes, he killed his brother. Yes, he was punished by god. Yes, he is immortal. And yes, he is an asshole. Now, can we go inside?” Cain sent a sarcastic smile lightly pushing me towards the entrance. 

“Awe did your anger tire you out?” Cain joked as everyone followed you out the field into the safe house. 

“No, your shit did.” a grunt slipped your mouth from the profanity. Walking into the safe house, you made a beeline to your cot grabbing the box hidden underneath. Rowin lent his hand towards the table sitting in his seat. Cain followed your movements to the kitchen letting out a very loud laugh. Grabbing the curtain that hid between the kitchen and bookshelf you swung it across for privacy, your silhouette still peaking through Rowin gently tapped Cain’s hip as a warning. 

“Leave them.” Cain groaned wrapping his arm around the man's shoulder placing a kiss against his head. 

“Well at least we get some comforting music with this wonderful dinner my love has made.” Cain jokes. Beatrice scanned around the room to find the source of music but could not find any. Sending a look towards the shorter girl, Ava shrugged digging into the food. After a few seconds of utensils scrapping the plates, quiet chewing and the faucet running, Ava's eyes wandered back up to your back when she noticed the glow around your body. 

Your shaking hands grabbed a packet of white powder sprinkling a few into a small bowl. Placing the item under the running water the substance turned a light blue color which caused a faint gag to slip out your mouth. Placing the bowl onto the side of the sink, you grabbed the blue rock that sat in the box away from all the ingredients. Silently cursing, you dropped the rock into the bowl. A hissing noise killed the silence in the room, Cain smiled widely at the sound and Rowin sighed softly grabbing a small pillow that sat next to Beatrice's leg. 

“Oh I love this song.” Cain sang, Ava looked between the three at the table confused on what song was playing. You swallowed the lump in your throat grabbing the bowl bringing it up to your lips. Taking in a sharp breath, you opened your mouth downing the substance in the bowl. Opening the curtain, Rowin tossed you the pillow which you extended your arm to catch it but your body went limp causing you to crash into the ground. 

“Aweh,” Rowin hummed, “They were able to catch it last time.” Beatrice's eyes widen moving from her seat to you. Her hands went under your head, your eyes remained wide and the color from your skin drained drastically. 

“What is happening?” Ava projected, the halo began to glow when the blue ignited in your veins. You let out a loud wail when the substance met with your wounds from the interaction earlier with your mentor, Cain smiled swaying his hand to your cries. 

“Music to my ears.” Rowin placed his hand in Cain's, bringing it down to his lap. Shaking his head, Cain grumbled, stopping his playful banter. Ava snapped out her frozen state sprinting to your side,

“Hey! Look at me, you’re okay!” Ava spoke, panic clearly seeping from her lips. The wounds on your skin began to heal, sweat began to coat your body as you slowly exhaled through your nose. Finally blinking back into reality, Beatrice placed a hand against your cheek and you flinched at the physical touch. Rowin cleared his throat standing from his seat handing a water bottle to Beatrice. She grabbed the bottle, opened the lid, and placed the rim against your lip. Still in a mild shock, you looked between the bottle and Beatrice trying to navigate through the horrid voices that screamed in your head. You crawled away from the pair planting your face on the hardwood floor. Ava glanced at the two men who continued to eat their dinner ignoring you, anger bubbled in her stomach which caused the Halo to glow. 

“What the literal fuck? You're just going to sit there and watch them die?” Ava growled, sending her fist into the table. “You're both cowards.” 

Beatrice kept her eyes glued to your fatigue state trying her best to read your movements, till it clicked. She inched her way towards you, placing a hand on your knee. “It’s okay, you're safe.” Shaking your head the voices grew louder but faded in and out when her hand was placed against your cheek. 

“I am right here, no one is going to hurt you.” her voice was calm…the calm you desperately searched for your whole life. Calm; the same as the voice that sang you to sleep when you were a child. The calm that pulled you back from the horrible nights where you felt as if the world swallowed you whole and spat you out. Her hand slipped into yours and like that…it was silent. The voices were gone in an instant, eyes snapping to the girl you saw this warm aura seeping from her skin. She tried once again placing the rim of the water bottle to your lips, 

“Drink, please.” you parted your lips letting the cold substance enter your mouth, gripping her hand you opened wider chugging the whole bottle. Rowins eyes widen completely ignoring Ava’s profanity nudging Cain to look at the new interaction. 

“Awe, the kid finally found their source.”Cain sang, you sat up looking around the room, locking eyes with Ava, the halo began to glow when the crown on your head became visible. 

“You could hear them…” you whispered, Ava nodded her head taking a seat next to you. “How do you do it?” the warrior shaking her head looking down, “Being paralyzed almost your whole life this is a walk in the park for me.” your eyes moved away from her own, as your hands went to the zipper of the sweater you wore unzipping to reveal the bloodied white tee. Lifting your shirt, the girls kept their eyes peeled on your stomach that was covered in foregin tattoos. The open wounds were now closed and left as scars, Ava extended her hand placing a finger against the sealed wounds. 

“Why don’t you fully heal?” she asked, glancing at Beatrice every couple seconds. “When I heal, they're gone. Why don’t yours?” 

“Not everyone gets the same gifts… These are reminders that I, in fact, am human.” 

“And they have yet to unlock their gifts.” Ava snapped her head to Cain who leaned back with his arm around Rowin. 

“What?” Beatrice was the one to ask, you scoffed standing to your feet making walking away, Cain snorted grabbing the salt in front of him pouring it onto the table. Ava threw the man a look which he shrugged. “I've been punished by god, bad luck can't compete with that.” the girls sat back at the table tearing their attention away from you. You went back out to the balcony trying your best to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. 

“When you became the Halo bearer you were gifted with enhanced abilities. Since angel Gabriel was one of the closest to the man himself he did have enhanced abilities just…a bit more than any other angel.” Rowin spoke as Cain ran his hand over the salt to draw foregin symbols. Beatrice leaned over the table mumbling gibberish to herself. 

“Nature's elements.” she spoke out pointing at the symbols naming each of them. “Earth, wind, fire and water.” Ava chewed her fingernails glancing every now and then at the balcony, Bea mindlessly placed a hand on the shorter girl's arm stopping her from fidgeting. 

“So they have supernatural abilities?” Ava spoke, Rowin nodded-

“Yes, but the kid still has yet to discover them. If they do not unlock them by the time we come face to face with Adriel, not only will he kill them-” Cain leaned back finishing the latin writing- “Adriel will possess their power, making him unstoppable.” Beatrice spoke, Cain nodded, waving his hand causing the writing and salt to disappear. 

“Have they discovered anything yet?” Ava asked, Rowin nodded his head glancing at the balcony. Ava grunted feeling the Halo go in and out. She felt…greif, disappointment, and anger. You vaulted over the balcony landing swiftly on the field you to the center slowly dropping to your knees…finally, the tears flowed down your cheeks. 

“Well…” Cain started when a cold breeze made its way through the balcony into the safe house. Ava wrapped her arms around herself trying to brush off the chills that not only ran along her skin but down her spine. A shift in the atmosphere took a wide turn when the door flashed with lightning. 

“From what we see, the only time we get small reactions would be through an overload of emotions like right now.” a crash of thunder shook the roof, Beatrice stood up making her way to the balcony eyes trying to spot you. You held yourself embracing the cold that you brought upon yourself. Gaining control of your tears, the rain stopped. You looked around noticing the rain came to a halt. Huh, five minutes. A new record. Standing to your feet, you made your way to the stairs next to the balcony. You looked between the small space separating the balcony and staircase, shaking your head as you walked up the stairs to the door that enters the kitchen. Opening the door all the talking stopped, Cain smiled brightly as everyone else averted their eyes to the table in front of them. 

“Welcome back sunshine! How was the therapy session?” you grumbled at his sarcasm walking to your cot grabbing a fresh white shirt from your stack of folded clothes. 

“Tsk, tough crowd. Eyes over here honey.” Cain spoke to Ava who had her eyes glued to your shoulders as you removed your wet shirt. She sent a tight lipped smile to Beatrice who shot her a look. Rowin sighed lightly looking at the clock that hung on the wall, 

“We can’t stay here anymore.” you spoke, interrupting Rowins fatherly orders. Cain tapped his fingers against the table standing up. Rowin sent the girls a small smile,

“Well ladies, training will be postponed till we reach our next safe house. The girls watched the sight before them. Rowin grabs a stack of old books, dumping them into a duffle bag. Cain grabbed a pouch of white powder sprinkling a trail around the place and you…you placed your clothes in a backpack along with some kind of book. You grabbed a locket that hung on the wall above your bed placing it on, you stood up straight closing your eyes, after a few moments you released a shaky breath locking eyes with Cain. 

“They're coming.” Once the words came out of your mouth, Rowin jogged into the room grabbing the shotgun that hid behind the plant. 

“Then let's get the hell out of here.” Cain sang, pushing the girls to follow Rowin, you placed on your backpack heading towards the door. 

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Bare with me, I got so many stories im writing. But you will get them all soon. Thank you for reading!

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Metanoia (or not?...)

Metanoia:(n) meta·​noia - a transformative change of heart...especially : a spiritual conversion

Part 1. Part 2.

Parings: Wednesday x Dracula!Reader (GN)

Warnings: they are a little older(19, lets say nevermore is a college), Blood, swearing, fighting, death, talks about suicide, and.. some other grimey stuff. (im not a big word person.)

WordCount: 3.3k

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"You should put those away."

You rolled your eyes at your father's hissing sliding your tongue over your fangs retracting them into your gums. you slouched in your chair hearing your parents talk over the rules of Nevermore with Larissa Weems. Ah, a good "friend" of your fathers...so he says.

"we never expected her to ascend at the age she is, she still has a few more months to go." you rolled your eyes at the pronouns your parents spoke. the funny thing about being dragged here to this place is definitely not that you ascended before your 20th birthday but the day they realized you are not their precious princess anymore.

The rain crashed against the window that covered most of your room as you laid on the cold hardwood of your floor admiring the disaster the rain created outside. your parents thought you grew to love the room on how the sun danced through the glass illuminating the walls around you but this... this is what you loved about it. "just tell them you're tired of their shit dude. The wardrobe of expensive dresses and that awful vanity of makeup." the voice of your friend Alex blared from your airpod as you gently sat up looking at the vanity that your parents gifted you for your 16th birthday. you chuckled knowing Alex is actually right.

"I don't know, i am already grounded for the suspension." Alex howled loudly, cackling at the memory. "it's not your fault his girl wanted some of you." you scoffed, the memory also replaying from a few hours earlier.

"And it's not my fault she says i'm a better kisser than him." you joked which sent Alex in fit of giggles. you smiled at their response laying flat on your back watching the flash of lightning through your room. Your parents barged through your door flicking on your bedroom light as your hissed at the bright light you ended the call with your best friend annoyance already filling the room.

"How can i assist my lovely parents on this wonderful evening." you sang, your mother tossed her phone onto your bed, anger fresh on her face. you raised your eyebrow at her mood grabbing the phone seeing a picture of you and James girlfriend kissing. the color drained from your face snapping your eyes at your father that held a look of disgust.

"Pack your bags. You're done." he spat, you hopped up from your bed running your fingers through your short hair.

"Wait, you're kicking me out cause you have a picture of me kissing a girl? what kind of homophobic shit is that?" you yelled grabbing your mother's phone shoving it into her chest. "It was just a kiss, so what?"

"You know how our bloodline functions and you go and do this sinful act. You will be punished by your ancestors in your sleep before you even ascend." a surge of adrenaline coursed through your body as you blurred to your vanity.

"you want a ascendent?" you grabbed the vanity tossing it up through the window shattering the glass on your parents. "I'll give you one," a flash appeared around you three as a bolt of electricity pierced your chest. A wail dripped from your lips as an uncomfortable feeling pushed against your gums. you hissed at the new found feeling, fangs bare and eyes red you blurred towards your father pressing him against the wall. Your mother blurred behind you grabbing a fistfull of your shirt sending you across the room.

"Stop."

you huffed retracting your fangs laying limp beneath your mother. Your father fixed his suit blurring around your room packing your bags. glancing at the bags, you rolled your eyes at the expensive suitcases your mother nodded his way.

"We leave right now. You go bare from the life we have rewarded you." She spoke, gripping the pressure points behind your neck dragging you downstairs to the car. you growled at the comment, anger radiating off your skin.

"It's not like i loved it. You have been awarded a wonderful nonbinary vampire as a daughter., enjo- your words were cut short when your chauffeur sent a fist towards your temple.

"Here is your room." Thornhill sang opening the door, you glanced around at the space. "Weems suggested that you have one to yourself since we may not know how young ascends work with others." you nodded placing your suitcases in the middle of the room.

"Thank you."

"well, if you need anything don't hesitate on letting me or Weems know. Your schedule is on your bed. Classes start tomorrow at 9am sharp and again, Welcome to Nevermore." Thornhill spoke once more closing the door behind her. You walked towards the window that covered the entire wall except for the small door on the far end. After unpacking, you laid against the cold floor listening to the rain once again.

"Oh how tomorrow is going to be an eventful day."

->

"Did you hear?" Enid sang out as Wednesday sat next to her dropping the tray of food in front of her.

"I become deaf when it comes to nevermores gossip." Enid scoffed at Wednesdays response.

"The first bloodline has an outcast." Enid spoke filling the rest of her friend group in. Ajax leaned over sending a smile towards Yoko, "I heard they ascended before their 20th." Yoko scoffed leaning back popping a grape in her mouth, "I heard their parents found them performing a sinful act that caused them to go ape shit." the word sin caught Wednesdays attention.

"Sinful?" Enid blurted out in question, Bianca passed at the right time dropping in their conversation.

"They run the community." she spoke smirking at the confused faces, the doors of the lunchroom opened as you strolled out with Xavier by your side.

"I'm surprised Weems didn't flip about you mixing up the dress code." Xavier laughed out, you fixed your necklace that was visible from the slightly opened white button up. The uniform was dress code but you decided if you're going to be staying her for god knows how long... You're going to do it your way. Of course with your white button up with one opened, you wore your tie loseley around your neck as you folded your sleeves to your elbows. Nice slacks with your signature black and white chucks...oh this is nice.

After ascending, your (y/e/c) changed to a light gold which did bring out the now pale skin you were given. Being apart of the first bloodline you were born to have two sets of fangs other than one and being able to change a human if you wanted to. Alex knew about your bloodline once you two met as freshmans in high school. they never shut up about how it was easy for you to be liked in that hell hole when in reality the only person you found interesting was them. You wanted to change them when the time was right, but once you slipped it out a dinner that they were your chosen one your mother went ballistic on how their 'transition' is a sin to the bloodline and continued to call them 'her.' So Alex was now gone from your life and now you were alone.

"Weems and I had a few disagreements but she gave in." you smirked as Xavier scoffed loosening his tie. Yes, your first friend was the popular loner of Nevermore. You two molded together once you bumped into him on your quest to sneak out.

"Easy there, no one patrols these halls." Xavier whispered as you fixed your hood on your head. Shaking your head, you locked eyes with his own as a smile made way to your face.

"Thorpe. what a pleasant surprise," the boy smiled widely placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Ah a pleasant surprise indeed Dracula."

okay yes, you both been familiar with one another. Xaviers father was very close with your family back when you both were kids. Whenever his father came around, he was right there hiding behind his parents leg. Closed off and quiet to all..except for you. After all these years, here you two are again.

"Holy shit they're hot." Yoko gawked at the smile you showed Xavier when you both sat at a table in the far end of the huge outdoor patio. The table looked your way except for Wednesday who read as she popped a pomegranate seed into her mouth.

"Alright let me show you the crowd. Those are the sirens, very stuck up and Bianca is my ex so you can stick the two together." Xavier pointed out the group of sirens that sat at the fountain with their heads high.

"Those are the Werewolves. Stick together like a pack, crazy huh." You looked at the energetic group howling every now and then. You laughed nodding your head. "Yeah, crazy. The great Dracula hated those pups only because they pissed in his yard." Xavier cackled bumping his shoulders against yours.

"Vamps. Your kind." You lifted your finger waving it in his face. He stopped looking your way. "I'm from the original bloodline. They're more branched out." The boy nodded looking at your side profile. "No wonder you're so tall." He mumbled, you snorted pointing at the group that sat together. you noticed a lot of them are from the different groups Xavier told you about.

"And them?" He hummed picking at his food sighing lightly. "They're actually just... i don't know...they are a normal friend group." you shot him a look- "well apart from being normal." You scanned over each face that sat at the table when your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes locked onto the girl in pigtails, who looked as if her clothes were dipped in tar sat at the far end of the table.

"Who is she?" Xavier followed your stare after a few moments he sighed loudly shaking his head.

"Wednesday Addams."

As if she heard her name being called, she lifted her head up locking eyes with your own. A zap was felt in your chest, as if the gods above sent a knife wrapped in Zuez's lightning right into your heart. Your fangs were bare and dripped a unknown substance you were unaware of. One droplet landed on your sleeve as it began to burn through. Jumping at the burn you aggressively patted the smoke appearing from the hole above your elbow.

"Looks like you found your chosen one." Your eyes snapped to Xavier shaking your head.

"I did not."

"When the first bloodline finds their chosen one after being ascended you began to feel stronger. your venom acts upon itself wanting to change your...mate." Xavier began, you shook your head once more. "they taught us about the first bloodline."

"So your saying we zinged?"

"are you quoting Hotel Transylvania right now?" he stared at you in disbelief, you shrugged your shoulders. okay but that is the best way to describe it.

Wednesday on the other hand could not stop the beating in her chest from the stare she shared with you. she thought to herself...what a terrifying feeling. The way the goosebumps danced along her skin brought back memories to when she would swim in freezing water during the winter. (her favorite time of the year.) Or the way her palms coated in sweat. (also brought back when she would spend countless of hours with a shovel in her hand digging up corpses from their resting place.) She hated the new feelings she felt, she wanted rip her heart out her chest.

->->->

Being the first outcast from your bloodline at Nevermore was a lot to take in. No one was like you and yeah...there was the vamps but you had your differences that made you stand out from them. The tall boy did become close in the few days you arrived, that lead to you to be hanging off your bed on a friday night listening to Xavier scribble in his sketchpad.

"Did we ever have an Addams in our meetings growing up?" Xavier stopped his drawing staring off into space,

"Not that i remember, why?" You groaned loudly, back tumbling onto your feet, pacing your huge room. You flung your arms in the air, "I can't stop thinking about the Addam. It's literally eating me alive- like a thirst."

You swore you saw a light bulb above of his go off by the way his eyes widen, "You haven't drank since you ascended." You slapped a hand over your mouth in realization. holy shit. Panic rushed through you as the veins under your eyes darkened.

"What do i do?! You triggered it and now I feel like i am gonna drain you." the boy squeaked shaking his head. he jumped up grabbing his coat heading to the door. "Where the hell are you going?" He looked back handing you a flashlight. Where did the flash light come from?

"We're going to grab a bite." You scoffed, smiling. Following after him you both made your way into the Nevermore woods.

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"Alright, so from what i read you just need to feed on something that contains blood." Xavier whispered as you two crouched behind a log deep in the forest behind the Campus. You deeply inhaled through your nose trying to catch a smell of an animal but there were so many you couldn't pinpoint one near you.

"I can't." you huffed pinching the bridge of your nose. "This is new to me, i literally smell everything including you." Xavier nodded, patting you on the back giving you a reassuring smile. "We'll figure it out, we probably need to go deeper into the wood-" you hissed loudly as your fangs unexpectedly slashed out. An addicting vanilla scent lingered in your nose along with a tinch of wolf. Your ears vibrated when voices were heard a few meters away.

"I am positive this is a horrible time to search for the hyde."

"This is a perfect time to search for the hyde Enid."

"oh no no no.." You stuttered out gripping your hair, trying your best to cancel out the hunger that grew stronger and stronger. Xavier gripped your shoulder looking around- "Wednesday and her friend are in the woods," you grunted out, he nodded vaulted over the log- "You need to get them out of here." He sprinted towards the trail he was familiar with catching up to the girls.

"Wednesday! Enid!" Wednesday snapped her head at the voice, Xavier hunched over catching his breath, Enid looked between the boy and the trail behind them. "You need to go. Y/n needs to feed and if you don't get out of here, you're gonna be their next meal."

"Why me?" the short girl asked crossing her arms. Xavier huffed at the girls stubbornness looking at Enid.

"You have to get her out of here." Enid shuddered from the chills she felt, her eyes snapped behind Xavier. The boy followed her eyes behind them seeing a shadow slowly approaching them.

"Run."

Xavier grabbed Wednesday's arm yanking her to the trail, sprinting away from the shadow. Enid yelped following behind them glancing back every now and then to see the dark creature disappeared. Even though the tall boy had longer legs than Wednesday, his foot got caught between a few rocks sending him to the ground. Holding his ankle in pain, Wednesday stood frozen in shock when the dark shadow finally came into the light that the moon shined from between the trees.

"Run Wednesday. Enid, get her out of here." Enid tugged on the girls arm pulling her yet stood still once she seen the creature.

"Since when does Nevermore have mountain lions?" Xavier cried out attempting to stand up. The cat crouched its way slowly towards the girl in black growling loudly. Enid inched to the boy lifting him to his feet. The lion seemed to ignore the two, only focused on Wednesday.

Taking one last snarl, the lion jumped at the small girl only to be tackled mid air by a blurred shadow. The three booked it. Hauling ass, but after a few yards, Wednesday stopped hearing the cry of the lion came to an eerily silence. Squinting her eyes, she noticed a dark figure hunched over in the distance. Her feet acted upon her making their way to the shadow. Growling, munching and slurping was heard as she inched closer. With the help of the moon again, she saw a person holding the lion from just a few minutes ago. She knew who it was...

"Y/n." Wednesday whispered, but her voice was too far in your mind that you continued to drink the animal dry. There was the smell again... Vanilla...Wednesday.

"Y/n." Her voice was louder, you grunted loudly sinking your teeth deeper into the animal. Even though the sight was too gruesome to see...but the sight in wednesday's eyes made her stomach turn, a rollercoaster of emotions she felt.

i need more..

a voice cried in your head, you kept drinking till you realized you drank every last drop..but you needed more. A hand was placed on your shoulder; that was a big mistake. Your hand gripped the wrist blurring the girl up against the tree. You pinned her hands above her head and shoved your knee against the tree that was visible between the shorter girls legs. You dipped your head dangeruosly close to the vein pulsating from the side of her neck.

"The way i could just drain you now but-" you whispered into her neck running your lips to her ear flashing your coated fangs, "Where's the fun in that?" She turned her head as her nose brushed against yours,

"What's stopping you?"

The smile you gave Wednesday sent chills down her spine but why.. why does she love the way you played with her life, as if you'd let her live or drink her dry. You pushed away from her manically laughing, strolling back, pointing your index finger towards her.

"That IS the billion dollar question-" You walked up to the girl grabbing her jaw with your hand, "What IS stopping me?" you used your thumb to swipe the blood from your fangs slowly running the blood across her bottom lip..

"Enough."

Your head snapped to see Xavier holding a white flower that caused you to huff loudly letting go of the girl in front of you.

"Bringing flowers as an exchange is so last century Thorpe." You growled out making your way to the tall boy. Wednesday took a few steps back watching the interaction between you two,

"Who said they were for you?" Knitting your eyebrows a cloud of dust engulfed your face which caused you to crash to the ground.(thank the gods for Enid!) After a few seconds your fangs retracted and the veins under your eyes soon went back to hiding. You groaned loudly, once you sat up a burp flew out your mouth.

"Awe, this is my favorite jacket." You gripped your bloodied sleeve rolling your eyes at how drenched it was. Xavier sighed in relief when you turned to look at him,

"What?"

"Do you not remember what happened?" You shook your head turning to the gothic girl. Seeing the tinted stain on her lip you jumped up making your way to her.

"Did i hurt you?"

Wednesday shook her head giving you one last look then spun on her heels walking away with Enid. You glanced at Xavier who shook his head wrapping his arm around you.

"Let's get you back to your dorm, you smell like death." You sent him a look shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket.

"What if this was my new deodorant?"

"Then i know what to get you for your birthday."

"my birthday isn't till a few months."

"Consider it my 'emergency you need it now' early birthday present."

"Fair enough."

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Part 2 is in the making. (Literally about to start typing it- lol)

(Edited) Part 2 is up! Link is at the top🫶🏽

i'm gonna be honest i imagined the reader to have this english/american mixed accent...boy does it make it 10x cooler.

[playboysaleen]

At this point, I am hurt. There’s a literal pattern. I have a tattoo sesh coming up to get this show on my skin. The way this show has impacted my life.. words cannot explain. I can’t even think right now. Like I’m tearing up.. oh how the LGBT community is going to react to this.

I’ll never forget this. Literally.

“In this life or the next..”

[playboysaleen]

If you like this:

Then you’ll like this:

If you like this:

Then you’ll like this:

If you like this:

Then you’ll like this:

If you crave for a Canon Polar Opposites WLW ship where one is a Black Cat and the other is a Golden Retriever…

WARRIOR NUN is the one for you!

You get:

- mutual pining

- “they were roommates”

- jealousy (from both sides)

- healthy communication

- at one point (in S2), one is the boss, the other is employee

- epic first kiss

- badass fight scenes

- superpowers / supernatural abilities

- constantly saving each other

- “no” “yes” “okay, yes”

- “they share one bed”

- one is touch starved, the other doesn’t get enough physical touch (therefore they always hold hands or hug when they get the chance)

- they acknowledge homophobia without the show or the characters being homophobic

- them being a comedic & chaotic duo

#WarriorNun

If you crave a healthy WLW representation, you can stream Warrior Nun on Netflix!

[playboysaleen]

Sister Warriors we must protect Buzzfeed Celeb at all costs

[playboysaleen]

Let's be honest

Jenna ortega is fucking perfect

Ok like STUNNING BEAUTIFUL

And I would drop everything to love her<3