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Where Danger Finds Me, it Follows With Tides -9

But I’ll know ch 9

word count: 5.7k

warnings: gore, killing, death, violence, angst, swearing, tiny bit of fluff, (read at your own risk)

Relationships: Wednesday x Reader

A/N: now we can get off of this angst era, I kinda feel like the ending is a little rushed but I didn’t want these lil guys to fight. Enjoy.

You’ve been eluded for days now; Wednesday hasn’t talked to you. Enid won’t even look at you, if she did, the blonde gave you the most aghast face. It shattered you just like last time.

Before, when you sat with Wednesday’s group during a break, you’d have a silent conversation with her. If lucky she’d break a tiny grin, you would always nudge her, teasing for more reactions out of her.

Now if you even brushed Wednesday, you’d get the death stare, not her impish one. The one she gives anyone she doesn’t trust. Why? Why does she look at you like that? You could only beg in an echo, something that would never reach Wednesday. Pleading her to stop, you craved any other look than this, the look if you were a barbaric animal.

This time you tried to get a reaction. Everyone else in their own conversation, still it was too quiet for you.

“Wednesday.” You whispered, tenderly kicking her foot with yours.

She stared haft lidded, oh it was enticing… Wednesday reminds you of all the other outcast, sharp gaze like the fangs of vampires, alluring words parallel to a siren’s song, robust as the wild dogs, colder than the excelling creations Gorgons chisel with looks.

“What’s up with you?” Your tone imploring.

She didn’t say anything, but you could see hesitation flux out of her. It was subtle, her facial movements puzzled in a tug of war, weighing the options of speaking or silence. You wanted to hear her talk, shout, whisper, anything than this detestable taciturnity.

Those soliciting eyes of yours meant nothing to the girl in front of you. Wednesday went back to neglecting you. Regret showered your bloody heart, it started to drown you, filling you up till the pressure crushed that slow-beating heart. It was so much you didn’t even know what you regretted, asking her what was wrong? Collaborating with her on the project? Dueling her?

— — —

Wednesday worked on her typewriter, the clacking was her music a paradisiacal symphony, maybe even white noise. Anything to drown out her thoughts, the way you looked at her was singed inside her husky dark eyelids. The eyes you gave her were absolutely heartsick an awful word, but it was the truth, those entreating eyes crying out for recognition.

Soft knocks on her door captured Wednesday’s attention. It was most likely Bianca getting something for Enid, she didn’t bang on the door like Yoko and Divina. Wednesday stared at Thing to get the door, he followed suit. Getting on his stool, reaching out for the handle before twisting it open. He dropped down to look up at the guest, the hand panicked, scurrying off to Wednesday. Thing made his signals, she almost reciprocated the feeling, her head turning with haste.

When she made eye contact with you everything paused. That damn look. Why are you so full of dolor? It was cracking Wednesday, but she remembered why she’s so agitated with you.

Wednesday turned back around to her typewriter “Why are you here?” Her voice colder than the dead.

You immediately became sheepish, your voice just above a wind whisper. “You’ve been acting weird to me, and you won’t talk to me about it.”

Wednesday still hasn’t turned. “Who says I have to talk to you about things.”

You got defensive, “so I can comprehend why you’re treating me like this. Like some outcast.” Walking closer to the girl.

“That is what you call yourself, an outcast. I say that’s an understatement.” Wednesday changed the paper in her typewriter, you getting closer had her on edge not fearful but vigilant. It hurt you to notice this, this animal treatment agonized you.

“What do you mean?” Your face twisted with bemusement.

Wednesday dithered before making up her mind, she opened a side drawer to her desk, sounds of paper and plastic filled her silence. The motions she was making was gutting you with apprehension. Wednesday stopped before slowly lifting a plastic packet, she didn’t look away from her typewriter. The girl slammed the drawer shut, it startled you, but her slapping the packet against the free space of the desk made you jump.

“Why are you scared? You can’t be scared; it makes you weak. People depend on you if you’re scared then what will happen? Your whole team is scared, then they break, if they break you die, do you understand Y/n? They will die. You will be the reason for those deaths, again… Y/n you came to us, so you survive and make sure that incident never happens again. This is your second chance. Now fix yourself, and

Pick it up….” A deep female voice demanded. “Pick it up.” Wednesday demanded.

You wanted to puke; every step you took gave weight to the next one. The sun’s gravity was pulling you down, you felt compressed. When you lifted your hand to grab the packet, you trembled, fighting this nonexistent weight, it was deplorable. Lifting it to read was worse, everything was blurry, words were jumbled the black on parts were confusing you, then you understood what was in your hands. You didn’t have to read anything else, you’ve read it to many times before, for hours you reread all these papers, stared at the photos for days. Fear was recouped with pique.

“Wednesday, what the fuck do I have in my hands.” Your voice filled with acid.

“You seem to know what it is.” She still isn’t looking at you.

You slithered your hand on the back of her chair, the grip was machine tight. “Look at me and tell me why I’m holding this.”

She understood your feelings now, nonchalantly Wednesday turned her head up to looked into your eyes, were they shaking?

“Wednesday speak, why the fuck do you have this.” You looked rabid; you weren’t actually going to do anything right?

“I did a little digging on you.” Wednesday was holding a ground that wasn’t hers.

“Because I didn’t tell you?” You were so vexed you started to laugh.”You have this shit because I didn’t tell you why I’m here? Wednesday do you understand how narrow minded that sounds?” You turned her chair so her whole body could face you.

Wednesday took offense, “This isn’t part of your fucking wanna be cases, that is government shit. I let you off the hook with the Tyler papers, thinking you would know better the next time. But of course, I forget you never change for anyone, it's always Wednesday’s way, isn’t it? Then you want to be mad at me? How is that fair!”

Wednesday understood she was wrong but doesn’t mean accept the fact, “You killed a five-year-old girl.” Her voice a whisper, she looked at you through her bangs.

Removing your hand from the chair, you leaned on the desk. Wednesday felt free from a trap. “You don’t even know the story.” You lower your voice.

“I think I do.” Wednesday of course did not.

If she thought you were calm, she should rethink. “Think fucking again, if you did Wednesday, I wouldn’t be in this room yelling at you! If you knew then you wouldn’t have those papers.”

The girl got up from the chair, “Then tell me. Give me an excuse to why you mutilated a five-year-old child.” Wednesday challenged.

“I didn-, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to do it; I was five and I didn’t know what I could do.” You scratched the desk paint, clearly uncomfortable with the subject.

“How do you accidentally do that? Have you seen the photos, the autopsy? What did she do that made you ‘accidentally’ butcher her?” Wednesday wrangled you for more, her arms crossed unimpressed.

“Fuck, yes, I’ve seen the photos, I lived through it! And she didn’t do anything-“

She cut you off “-She was innocent? An innocent girl killed while you’re living scotch free, clearly you snaked out of a sentence.” Wednesday scoffed.

Why can’t she listen? It was an accident, you’re not free, you have to live in guilt of Khuld’s death. Was your upbringing not your sentence? Was the banishment not a pronouncement?Capitulating love wasn’t the verdict? Did you even love her? Someone who loves someone would never do what you did. Khuld loved you till her hapless death.

You were mess, sweating, shaking, a complete eyesore in front of Wednesday. You hadn’t said anything, just short heaving breaths of anger. You couldn’t look at Wednesday, you set your glare behind her. The grip on the table was tenacious, the wood started to get shallow.

Wasn’t Wednesday no better than you? She attempted to kill her fellow students, put people in detriment for her own gain, beat her teacher!

You two aren’t level, she had reasons that were warranted. You killed because of a little headache? Because you were in pain and angry?

“It makes you no different from Kader.” A deeper corse voice replayed.

Snapping and crushing replaced your taciturnity, a painful sting you drew out of this mental abuse. “You broke my desk...” Wednesday said. Turning your head to the table, she was right. The sharp corner of her deep ebony desk was demolished. Not only that, the shards and splinters were burrowed into the palm of your hand, crafting ridged deep bloody grooves. The warm liquid fell onto the once corner, it caressed the pieces while gravity pulled it farther down.

You stuttered “Oh shit. Im sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Well, your whole body stuttered, indecisive on what to do, Wednesday helped you figure that out.

“That’s what you claimed about the girl.” She mumbled.

You dropped your jaw, “My gods! Are you just trying to ignore me?! Why can’t you listen for once! For once in your life listen to people and just try to not criticize them! For one second Wednesday!” Your body was animated, while you threw your hands in the air, droplets of blood were getting everywhere, floors, walls, her bed, the typewriter.

Wednesday opened her mouth looking for words to say, you stoped her before she could conjure them, “honestly, never mind believe me or not I don’t care.” You turned on your heels, storming to the door. Breaching it open she swore you broke hinges, but the amount compulsion when you slammed it shut caused the cloudy glass beside said door to shatter. It made Wednesday’s finger twitch, she finally let go of breath she was preserving.

Thing crept of his hiding spot, tugging on Wednesday’s sock. The girl looked down, “fetch me a rag.” He made a saluting gesture before scurrying off. Wednesday on the other hand grasped the bin by her desk, removing the remnants of the wood.

The mountain range on the pads of her fingers was rained on by your blood. The red liquid settling into the empty space in her fingerprint and coating the ridges. When Wednesday’s senses acknowledged the feeling her head threw back.

Her throat feels chalky, once bloody palms graze on granular velvet, the heat is blistering even for Wednesday. It smells hot as well, all this heat was overwhelming. Her ears hear subtle speaking and the friction of movement on sand, the distance cries of cattle, children’s screams of jubilance. Wednesday was behind sooty crates, deep in between two sandstone homes from the large carved out square holes a woman yells about spies, Wednesday knew or is learning many languages, Arabic being on the list. The girl with strange clothes rose to her feet, dusting off the sand and dirt. It was best to continue in the shadows, the era not yet revealed, she followed suit with her plan.

Wednesday lurked in the shade watching what she was here for, her cogitation was that it had to do with you. Was this the home you were talking about? If not where else have you been?

The heat casted an illusion of water in the distance, had it been hours in this vision? Wednesday’s brain had been fried since the moment she got here, checking corners, alleys, even stalking the innards of homes. The search ceased once she heard your name and something about hurrying.

A little girl's voice calls, “hurry hurry! I want to see the fish of the evening! Y/n come on!” She was jumping around while rushing you.

Your pace was slow, the face you made was stricken in twinge, “Khuld… my face hurts.” You were exceedingly little; this vision was in the past.

That was Khuld? She was so young, Wednesday almost felt sad that this little girl was never able to grow and have a future with success.

The girl giggled, “that’s foolish I say! In the books I read they talked like that way back in the day and had silly hair! I should ask my mom if she had hair like that, once we get back, I can ask her!” She held your hand dragging you to travel with her stride.

You completely made a stop causing Khuld to whip back. “My head hurts, my mouth hurts, my eyes hurt everything hurts.” You complained.

Khuld paused to look at you, her body language pouring out concern, “Did you drink today? We can get juice at the vendors; I have a bit of money. Or we can sit by the shore while we look at the fish, we don’t even have to see the fish if you don’t want to, I have games remember?” With her free hand she was petting your head, as you continued to look down, quietly groaning.

You clenched your jaw repeatedly, and so did you with the grip around her hands “It hurts.” A whine came out of you. Wednesday could see the force you had on her.

“Y/n my hand.” Khuld whispered, “Let’s go find the nurse, but loosen your grip it hurts.” She pulled again, yet to no avail, you were rooted into the ground. All you could do was shake your head in defiance. The grip was getting worse.

“It’s so loud.” You hissed silently.

“Y/n loosen your hand, please it hurts.” She tugged trying to extort out of your clutch. “You’re starting to crush my hand.” Khuld clawed at the outside of your appendage, until she drove her nails into it, pushing farther and farther in causing you to bleed.

The splatter deafened the world, words couldn’t elucidate what just happened. A bloodcurdling shriek snapped Wednesday out of her trance.

“Police! Police! Someone help! Get the authorities!” A woman called.

It was worse than the pictures, the photos didn’t get the child standing in shock with the crushed hand of a girl still holding her friend’s palm, the pictures didn’t get the homes covered with a little girl’s blood, the photos didn’t get the insides of her, pictures didn’t get a woman howling.

“My child! My child! My baby! You demon you demon!” The woman screeched as she beat your face. “Her hand, give me it! Help! Please!” She pushed you before taking her daughter’s deformed, hand and hugging it, the mother cupped blood-covered sand holding what she could.

Men gathered the scene, obviously the authorities.

“That demon! The demon killed my baby! Death row put them on death row, better yet execute that monster now!” Khuld’s mother sobbed out.

Who else were they supposed to arrest? You’re clearly the only one with enough evidence to prove it’s you. Though why would you do this? Everyone knew you and Khuld were attached to the hip, inseparable, if one goes the other follows. Another question is how could you do this? You’re a five-year-old with a scrawny body, barely able to eat three times a day. How could any human do something so despicable without being caught, it was out in the open, you had to do it with incredible speed.

Those were questions for detectives, they only needed to do was arrest you, liquidating you was still on the table. The authorities grabbed you with vitality, you didn’t contest allowing them to drag you to an authoritative vehicle, holding you in chains before shutting the door.

Wednesday’s vision was warping a new setting, it became less elusive, she was in the police station. She questioned if this was before, after, or during your capture. The girl peered around for any sign that you were or are here, she recalled seeing your mugshot, she searched there first. On her journey to find you, she was stopped, Wednesday watched three tall women wall you. They were coated in jewels, riches woven into fabrics, and skin clear as their crystals, Wednesday focused on the conversation.

“My poor child, I know it's much to take in, but this is your chance to escape death, you aren’t like these dwellers, a being such as you and I have our second chances, this is yours. If you refuse you die. We understand your aptitude, we can guide you into peace, where you can learn how to better this power.” The woman speaking was flowy, her voice had a sort of peace to it someone could listen to her speak for hours, and the outfit she had on drizzled like honey enunciating her perfect body. Wednesday couldn’t see her face with the angle she was at.

Though she could see you, so tiny compared to them. Sitting on the wooden chair. “I don’t want this power, if I can do that I don’t wanna learn how to use it.” Your voice sounded so broken.

A gruffer woman berated you, “If you don’t learn you’ll just go do it again, but if you don’t come with us, you’ll die, what don’t you understand about that?!” This woman was the tallest among the three, her stature was built well, and clothes were revealing around her arms letting the world cower to her strength.

“Sekhmet please, you’re going to scare the thing.” Another lady spoke her voice was simple yet firm, and she was almost built like present you, very lean and indefectibly carved however the shortest, the number of daggers she had piqued Wednesday’s interest.

“Please respect my child’s name, Bastet.” The middle woman spoke again.

“It’s a boring name! should have been named Scorp, scorpion and twerp mixed together.” Sekhmet let out a gut laugh.

“What in Ra’s name is a twerp.” Wednesday could finally get a good angle of one of the girls which she guessed was Bastet. She had the same marking as you.

“It’s slang, mortals call each other that,” Sekhmet explained.

“Focus on the matter at hand you two.Y/n, do you accept? We promise to care for you, you’ll be taught all you wish to know.” The older woman in the middle reached her hand out to you.

“Am I the only one?” Clearly, you had more questions, but this seemed to matter the most.

“Of course not, you have cousins and siblings just like you, but they stay in their own terms. We can explain what terms are, but you’re a part of the new Pharaoh term X, you’re the tenth new term team. I know it’s a lot, but I promise you’ll get through it.” Your mother explained.

slowly nodding you agreed and took her hand, “Okay.”

“You won’t regret this kid.” The stronger woman smacked your back. Causing you to wince, “Yeah we can fix that whining stuff, you won’t even feel pain once we’re done training you.”

“Serket, do you wish to fix the charges?” Bastet questioned the lady cradling you, waving the same packet.

“Pass it along to Thoth, he can take care of it.” Your mother said before holding you closer to her. How did you fall asleep so fast? “No child should have ever witnessed that.”

“Ser... you do know what we must do for this teaching thing. Right?” Bastet laid a hand on the taller girl’s shoulder.

Serket looked down, watching your resting state, “I know.” Her voice was ridden with guilt.

“But think of it, kid will be the strongest thing we have to offer.” Sekhmet striving to be optimistic. “You see the kid’s purple? Has that venom thing I was talking about, I wonder how strong it is, maybe acid strong?”

Bastet ignored the conversation topic, “Have you spoken to the surrogate yet? Was she difficult?”

“Surprisingly not, she had her doubts but had nothing to back up the claim for years. Although she was still a little sad.” Serket explained.

“Slow pokes we have to go. Mr. Sandman is throwing a temper tantrum.” The strong woman laughed at her own joke. “I’m hilarious, I bet I would be great in plays.” She continued to flaunt herself while walking to the back doors.

“Again, where is she getting this vocabulary, what is slow poke? Yesterday It was rad, what is a rad? And then the clothes she finds, so much pink and glitter, she says it’s ‘hip with the kids’, have you heard the music?! Who is this, Gwen Stefani?” Bastet finally turns around hoping her sister is behind her. “Ser, what are you doing?”

“I thought I saw something.” That something was Wednesday, she almost was caught, nobody has ever called her out in visions, why now? “Anyway, don’t you like Beyonce?”

“Do not criticize that being, she has morals.”

Serket giggled before leaving the station.

———————

Wednesday woke up deprived of air, the precipitous movement made Thing and Enid repel back. Wednesday took in her surroundings, she was on her bed, there was an ache on the side of her head, the blood was cleaned except on her typewriter, there was a cool damp cloth on her lap guessing it was on her face beforehand, her company looked startled it didn’t take much time for one of them to verbally express it.

“You scared us! We thought you got stuck in a coma; it’s been an hour! Thing explained what happened, where did she escape to? I’ll claw out her eyes. She broke our damn window too.” Enid flashed her colored claws.

“That won’t be necessary, but I need to,” Wednesday paused, contemplating her words, “speak with them.”

Enid whined, and Wednesday brushed the cute thought off. “Not necessary? Look at all the blood on your typewriter, again our window!” the wolf threw her hands around in chagrin.

“I was,” again Wednesday paused, “hasty when making theories. I need to find them; it will possibly take some time since I don’t know where they are.” The goth’s face tangled in repentant, wasn’t a great look to Wednesday, “I’m going to guess you don’t know either?” Enid proved her assumption right when shaking her head.”Also did you drop me on something?” Enid made her lying face, shaking her head no. Wednesday tossed her legs off the bed, trailing around the dorm grabbing better clothes, what Enid called her adventure bag, which Wednesday would bring during her woods walk with Eugene.

“Do you want us to come with?” Enid and Thing stood like soldiers, ready and hand. Wednesday shook her head.

“I can tell Y/n is acrimonious at the moment, them knowing other people are with me could possibly consternate them.” That was only haft truth, Wednesday wasn’t going to leak what she saw, seeing as you could tell Enid knew about the papers and took conniption in that, it was best to be patient with you. “If I’m not back before two then you can worry.” Was that going to help Enid’s nerves? No, not one bit, the blonde girl chewed on her nails before nodding.

Wednesday took the confirmation and left to find you.

Of course, Wednesday’s search was going to be long, you were trying to smoother your thoughts. Searching for the missing convict that’s been lurking in the woods and in the back of your head, sadly you can’t hear a heartbeat that isn’t an animal, nothing smells like a person, if you smell something metallic it’s just been the circle of life, so, not much smothering has happened. The hissing sound soothed you whenever Wednesday fogged your brain, you continued to spit that purple acid out from those K9s of yours, it was an extra you inherited from your mother, she held the role of Mother of Scorpions, doctor of poison, Hysteria of venom, she was able to drop the most lethal doses of venom of any being, even gas emitted from them was beyond virulent. It’s gotten you out of numerous scenarios, and now one of the uses was to distract you from a girl with braids that ‘clogged’ your brain with her existence, did she take over your personality too?

A different pattern of leaves crunching roused you, finally something worth your attention, next step was finding it without it leaving. With nimble shifting, you lifted yourself on the tree you were posted on, climbing high enough to shroud with the canopy of the forest, but not letting it occlude your vision. Continuing the search, you waited with forbearing ears, locating the source. What confuses you is that the rise and fall of foot work is different from what you heard just minutes ago, this was heavy, denser than a bear’s movements and its celerity was faster, was it pursuing something?

You’ve learned how to see in many ways, vibration was a favorite, with the amount of blood use in your abilities, it’s nice to actually listen to something else than the flow of it. When listening to the vibration of the earth it ripples across everything rooted in it and everything touching what’s rooted in the earth, you can see the vibrations ripple over a worm deep in the healthy soil to the largest elephant beat its music into the crust, it helps with sight because it forms a vague picture of the artist, it was beautiful waves. If the creator of said waves was sounder than others it could break over others wave, if your philosophy was correct, you could effortlessly figure out if it was the Hyde hunting someone or nature taking its course.

Why is she even hunting for you in the woods, still, every other place Wednesday inspected didn’t have you sulking in it. What affirmed that you were in the woods, not a trace, but it’s the only idea Wednesday has. She could see the ghost of her breath depart her lungs, wisping out with the breeze, something Wednesday would never share with anyone was that she enjoys counting how many times a person inhales and exhales during a given time, it could be the fact their sign of life could be taken at any minute or just the sign of life itself, they contrast flawlessly.

She wishes there was a sign of life anywhere, explicitly yours, the only thing she got was the bird's observant on her entity, you liked the birds, have these ones watched you in this hour? And did you look back? Stars were being covered; something is spooking flocks in the purview, what confused her was how many flocks were being peeved by this anomaly and how quickly, it was to the point the navy-blue sky was getting blocked by an outline of birds. Wednesday’s standards were to naturally figure out why, she questioned if it was you, but why would you?

The twigs were rattling, parallel to a small earthquake, the closer she got the harder drumming was. Orbs, shaken-up orbs of yellow were fixated on her, the irises dilated to the smallest degree, she could tell it was after her, but in spite of that she didn’t move, why isn’t she moving? Did she think it was you? Did Wednesday really seek a pitfall that much? In truth Wednesday knew what was going for her, she never had qualms about Tyler, and giving him satiety in the fact of running away was the last thing Wednesday wanted. So, she entrenched herself, not moving a hair for the beast, but the vision of him became clearer. The Hyde he took on now was larger abounding in muscle, wounds healed all over its body, when Enid recalled her fight with him, she said it was visible most on his face, and she was right, it was almost just like the wolf’s cicatrices. The hair was lengthy and shaggy. With him maybe 4 yards away from her, Wednesday admired the nails reaching out for her neck, it was painted with blood he must have hunted something other than her tonight.

Before Wednesday could drop to duck his attack, something rained from the trees. It sizzled on the Hyde’s back, he was in the grodiest throe and let out a screech instead of his roar, what hit Tyler? You did, and you hit him again this time dropping yourself on his neck. The force caused both of you to land flat on the ground, nonetheless, you got up faster. When Tyler regained his sensibility running away from you was the only thought he had, you took a second to balance your options, chase what you have been stalking all night, or confront what you’ve been running from.

turning to face the girl behind you, did you give a glimpse of anger, yes, “What was that? you just stood there like a deer in headlights, what would have happened if I weren’t here Wednesday?” You were active with your locomotion, “Gosh, danger follow you or something?” You mumbled.

“You seem to chase it.” Wednesday huffed, ignoring the outcome if you didn’t save her.

“I was trying to get him, you kinda messed that up, by thinking you can have some little date with your boyfriend. What are you even doing here?”

Wednesday rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “Ex, but I was trying to find you.”

You hyperbolized a groan, “So you could vituperate me some more?” You scoffed. “I don’t ha-“

“-I accused you too quickly, I understand your conniption because of it, I crossed a line, yes, I even crossed a line when having a vision about the synopsis.” Wednesday couldn’t make a full minute of eye contact with you, darting off to gaze at something else behind you, the spotlight was agitating.

But to you, the spotlight is all you wanted on her, you liked how jittery she got when you looked at her in this state, the vulnerability, but worshiping her isn’t the plan right now. “You gonna leak that too? Enid won’t even talk to me, let alone give me an eye.” Now that wasn’t fair.

“I didn’t tell her anything about the vision, but still I don-“ You heaved a sigh before you silenced Wednesday.

“You don’t have to understand Addams, it’s my business, and I have a right to share it or not, I’ll share it when I’m ready, so just drop it. I get it you were curious, I lashed out, but I ask just be patient, okay? You understand and possibly saw that this was a craggy subject for me, if I continue to be mad and you continue to pry it’ll just be a whirlpool of emotions that none of us want to get stuck in. In simple terms I forgive you, and we can talk about it later when we are both ready.” Did you forgive her just like that? After she blamed you, stole important files from you, and berated you. Wednesday couldn’t tell if you were dissembling or not, why did you switch so fast? But Wednesday didn’t want to lose this again, she nodded slowly.

You flashing that perfect toothy smile made her feel sick, “Now skedaddle, I need food.” You walked past her, but you interlocked pinkies with her, Wednesday made a nauseating face towards you although she didn’t let go, “Just in case your ex grabs you before I notice.” She could listen to you laugh for hours while drowning you, of course, a nice gurgle mixed with it is music.

“On the topic of Tyler, what did use to ward him off, it made a sizzling sound.” She craned her neck to you.

“Did I tell you I was hungry? I’m so hungry.” Evading the question.

She brushed her thumb against your palm, “And where’s your wound at? Not a scar nor blood.”

You paused before speaking, privily begging her to rub your palm again. “I could eat a horse, how long do you think it would take me to eat a horse, well they’re cute so maybe something different, maybe a full hog? Dang, they’re also dirty, and sheep is off the table, speaking of sheep do you want to see Skate later tomorrow? What if he’s been eaten...” You stopped, giving Wednesday’s ears a break. “That farmer shot me when I was putting him back, you have that same bullet.” Wednesday whipped her head up at you. Not giving her a glance instead focused on the path ahead.

“How do you know that?”

You shrugged “I have great ears.” Referring to when you confronted Wednesday.

“During my time when digging for info, I turned in the bullet in hopes for DNA.” She confessed, wishing you wouldn’t get upset.

“That’s fine, you wouldn’t find DNA anyways, not mine at least. You never answered my question though.”

Wednesday’s face jumbled up like a jigsaw puzzle, “You just said you were shot though.”

“Skate probably misses us; I miss him a lot. Also, what do I eat, again I’m starving.” She was getting fed up with this dodging.

“If you’re not going to satisfy my questions then stop talking,” before you could make a smart remark, she answered yours. “And yes, we can see Skate, I don’t know what you should eat.” You shut up with a smile, pinky still locked with hers, it was like that the whole walk till you dropped her off at the door of her dorm.

“Where have you been young lady?” Enid raced to Wednesday, “It's been hours, and was that Y/n?.”

Wednesday slid Enid to the side, getting ready to go to bed, “I’ll explain it to you later, but in short, don’t be scared or mad at them, I repeat, I’ll explain it tomorrow.” Enid couldn’t fight Wednesday’s words.

Wednesday fell asleep to her thoughts that night, what did you drop on Tyler? How was the wound gone just like that? What really scratched her brain was the whirlpool of emotions summary you made, what emotions did you know about? Why did it frighten her that you didn’t want these emotions, did Wednesday herself even know what emotions she’s talking about? Absolutely not. What if she did want to be stuck in tides with you?

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Where Danger Finds Me, it Follows with Tides - 8

Morality's Dust, I Lack in Trust Ch 8

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Blood, my gosh blood, angst

Relationship: Wednesday Addams x Reader

A/N: I had to rewrite this so many times ugh, srry it took so long. Man I gotta speed this up so I can get to the good parts. Edit: but there’s like TONS of foreshadowing I’ve added in the series, so overthinking you over thinkers >:)

All she got was holes—not an answer, not even a hint. Wednesday has been playing cat and mouse with you for weeks since the document incident. She gives plaudits for how well you can avoid things and push her onto a podium. One of your preferred answers was 'Why do you care?'

It could send Wednesday into a spiral. Why does she care? You were nothing but a stone on her glorious path of self-success, but you’ve grown into an illness, a parasite, and a leech. Those never troubled her before, so why now? 

Enid advised Wednesday multiple times to take things from a different perspective if she didn’t understand something at first. Of course, in typical Wednesday fashion, she thought that was puerile. You act childish, so she must evaluate childish ideas.

Instead of taking you as a sycophant, you shall be perceived as a case, just like Tyler, Xavier, and Laurel. Then, once she figures you out, you’ll just be another reward and out of the way. Superb plan. 

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The creaking of hinges attracted Wednesday's attention. A quick slap on the cool wooden boards shut down her anticipation for someone different.

"Why thank you, Thing." Enid skipped her way past the door frame, letting Thing scurry and claw in before closing said door.

Enid continued to beat the floor with her unnecessary movements. "Whatcha doing?" She said, peering over the smaller girl’s shoulder. 

Wednesday was wrist-deep in the front pocket of her black bag; she shuffled in it to organize. "I’m going to the sheriff's department," Wednesday explained.

The wolf did her classic head rotation, displaying her confusion. 

Wednesday adored when Enid did that; it was beautifully simple, Wednesday would of course never voice that, but it’s something that makes her like Enid just a bit more—a minute amount.

"The bullet, I want to inspect if there’s DNA still on it," Wednesday said. 

Enid fidgeted with the rings on her finger. "Doesn’t the sheriff hate us after I almost killed his son?" She questioned. 

The goth girl snapped her fingers twice, commanding the extra appendage on her bed to come forth. "Unlikely. His son almost killed you; he also falsely accused us the whole time as well." Wednesday corrected. Thing followed her nonverbal order. 

The blonde slumped "Well, gee, when you put it like that, it’s like you praise him for it." Enid huffed. 

"I vocalize facts, Enid," Wednesday said. "Now come on, we don’t have all day." She put on her bag, moving to the door. 

Enid straightened back up, following her roommate. "I get to come?" 

"You did say us; don’t make me deplore my decision," Wednesday said, leaving the room. 

"No no no, no need for that," Enid reassured. The wolf skipped pursuing Raven's Wednesday. 

She talked the raven's ears off the whole way there, Wednesday only responded in simple hums and subtle nods. Enid learned to appreciate small things like this with Wednesday. Instead of ignoring her, snapping, and saying shut up, she now listens. It shows growth in the closed-off girl. 

The contrasting friends finally reach the police department, with one of the two walking in as if they owned the place. Wednesday didn’t give it a second thought when passing the receptionist. Enid silently apologized, rushing to get back to her free bird.

Wednesday surged in the sheriff's office, and the man sitting in the chair jumped slightly. "Who the hell comes into a room like that?" Galpin scolds the girls in front of him. 

"Sheriff Galpin… we come to you with a request,," Wednesday said. 

"Well, don’t you always." The sheriff mumbled, "There’s a receptionist for a reason, Addams." He tapped his fingers on paperback books in a rhythmic pattern. 

"I don’t wish to parley with someone who doesn’t have significant power in rank," Wednesday said. 

The sheriff gave a puzzled look before nodding slowly and saying, "I didn’t know Addams were capable of giving compliments." Galpin chuckled slightly.

"It wasn-" 

"It was!" Enid interrupted the girl beside her, "It’s very hard to get a compliment from this one," she nudged Wednesday, "consider yourself lucky, Sheriff!"

Donovan nodded again. "So what exactly did you two need?" He asked. 

Wednesday stopped her death glare at Enid to turn to the man. "I want you to run DNA on something, thoroughly." The raven said before fishing out the zip-lock bag she placed that carried the bullet, Wednesday settled it on the table. 

Galpin laughed again. "You don’t seem like a gun person, Addams." His posture fixed itself once he got hold of the bag "Where did you get this?" Donovan’s voice became more serious; his jaw relaxed, but his eyebrows told a different story. There were points where the sheriff did this—the whole changing demeanor, Enid thought it was intimidating, while Wednesday interpreted it as tomfoolery.

But Wednesday was perplexed now. Figuring out a story to tell the sheriff that won’t jeopardize her reputation in the case she’s made that mistake too many times and can’t afford it now, Wednesday now understands your importance in her makeshift cases and how you played a part in getting her out of legal trouble. It was going to be difficult to be against someone who helped in the shadows. That string of ‘why?’ again whispered in her head: Why is she even doing this? The raven ignored what she could. 

She noticed the pause was lengthened enough to make it suspicious, "I was in a friend’s dorm; I found it on the balcony." Wednesday said. 

The sheriff showed inquiry about her story; his silence pressed for more. Enid broke the thick tension. 

"She was in there for a project." Her voice was alert, and Enid’s movements were animated as usual. 

Galpin shifted his body in the chair, laid back, slouched, Wednesday mentally recorded, it’s something you do when you know your audience. Adapting to their personalities, ensuing a more comfortable conversation. 

"Can I ask what friend this is?" The male focused on Enid. "I want to make sure if they were shot by this, I've got a name already."

"Y/n L/n." Enid spoke without equivocation. 

The sheriff’s face snapped, attentive, incredulity, choler, possibly gaiety? "L/n? The one with the marking?" He sounded frantic, as if you were a threat. Wednesday nodded slowly. 

The tall male stood up in haste, "If you never listen to my advice, listen to it now. Keep. Away. From. Her. You two understand?" The girls exchanged looks at each other. "Do you? This isn’t a plea; it’s a demand." Galpin’s tone was stern. 

"Before we agree, can we ask why?" Wednesday said. 

"That’s something I can’t disclose; I wish I could for your safety, but I just can’t." The sheriff sighed in grief.

Wednesday rose a brow, "Do you know someone who can?" She said. 

Donovan rubbed his forehead with his thumb and index finger; he let out a puzzled groan. "Unless Y/n tells you, which won’t happen since you two won’t be talking to her anymore, nobody can tell you, not Weems, not me. End of discussion." 

"So Weems knows?" Enid asked.

"End of discussion I said. But I will get back to you on the DNA." He said while walking towards the exit of the room. "Do. Not. Talk. To. Y/n." Galpin glared at them before leaving, the two did the same, exiting the building itself.

"I’m going to guess that you’re going to do the exact opposite," Enid spoke up.

Wednesday had a barely noticeable grin, "You know me so well." Oh, those devious eyes could kill. 

They continue to walk and talk, "So how do we get the reason?" Enid asked. She pondered her own ideas. 

"Thing is doing that right now," Wednesday said. The wolf looked around to see where the hand was. "He’s staying at the sheriff's office for the day; hopefully he can actually get something this time," Wednesday explained. Enid’s mouth made an O shape, she nodded in silence. 

Wednesday continued, "Us on the other hand, shall try to pry Weems." Enid flashed her toothy smile, an attempt at burlesquing Wednesday’s devilish one. 

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Larissa’s work came to an abrupt halt when the heavy double doors opened. "Ladies, how can I aid you?" Enid shut the doors before standing next to Wednesday.

"Principal Weems, you told us before that Y/n is here on mandatory terms? Why is that?" Wednesday catechized the older woman. 

Weems hummed before looking away to drink her coffee. The girls were riveted by her movements until she finished the sip. "I’m going to guess you two have already challenged someone for material?" 

Enid, playing her good cop, "Yes, we have."

Larissa nodded, clasping her fingers together and white-knuckling each other. "I cannot tell you." She had a tight-lipped smile. "If I get word that you were able to pull some strings to get this information without Y/n’s consent, censure will be sent." She focused most of her attention on Wednesday. "Is that all?" 

Enid spoke, "Well, actually yes, I keep finding hair in my-"

"That will be all." Wednesday cut her off, dragging the wolf outside again. Weems chuckled.

"Wednesday, that was important! I keep finding it in the food! It’s gross!" Enid complained. 

"It’s your hair, Enid; you’re just shedding again." Wednesday huffed before mumbling, "Censure... Sure, watch me, Weems. Where’s Thing? I need that file." 

To Wednesday’s surprise, he was in the dorm with a file! For a second Wednesday debated whether to reward him. "Good job, Thing." He tapped around on the file, and the girls learned it’s a happy dance—well,  Enid calls it that. 

Wednesday shooed him off of it. Enid and Thing gathered on this side of her table as she sat, the goth was just staring at it. What possibly could this contain where people couldn’t even speak about it? Why should they avoid you? Who are you?

"You're just gonna stare? Hurry and open it!" Enid bounced with anticipation. Wednesday wasn’t helping with her slow opening.

The first papers were a little boring if not looked at carefully: plane tickets from Egypt to Washington, D.C., to here. What absorbed Wednesday was the plane; it wasn’t a regular commercial plane; this was a government aircraft. Why?

"Plane tickets, so what, next?" Enid ushered the goth. Wednesday satisfied Enid’s wishes.

On a copy of your birth certificate, multiple things were marked over with a black sharpie, the place of birth, hospital, DOB, last name, gender, and parents. 

"What’s up with this? All of it’s marked off, even the last name, is not their real name? The birthday is crossed off, parents crossed? Who did this?" Enid queried the same things Wednesday did in her head.

They removed the paper, which was in a sealed plastic cover. On the front page, a paragraph with marked-out words like the previous page, Wednesday managed to create a clear story. In summary, someone was describing the documents in the plastic as graphic, horrid, and completely grotesque. They said the crimes committed were outrageous; from what she guessed, your name, crimes, and punishment were covered up. 

"What the hell did she do?" Enid gawked at the paper. 

Wednesday had those eyes—eyes that showed how enticed she was. Her orbs looked to be void black, dilated black holes. Wednesday was so on edge that her skin was full of goosebumps; she was cold to the touch, "Clearly something odious." Wednesday responded while warily opening the seal, and removing the front cover.

Wednesday was no foe to blood; she’s seen it all in different forms, but never this much on one body. 

This was only your mugshot alone; you looked drowned in red, chunks, muscle, skin, shards of bone, and hair. Not an inch of your face wasn’t red. You looked less than six, but your eyes told a story only someone with years ahead of you could tell—a 100-mile stare. It didn’t help that there was blood in your eyes. You looked abominable. 

Once perfect hair is caked and coated with red. Lips were chapped, and blood was in their ravines. Your mouth was slightly gaped, your front teeth were stained. Eyes were bloodshot, just as the rest of you, but the veins in them were prominent purple webs. You didn’t look sad or scared; prostrated and exasperated were the words. The marking had similar veins to your eyes. 

"Oh my god." Enid’s voice was muffled, her hands were over her mouth, and her complexion was paler. "I’m like literally going to puke. Who the hell’s blood is that?" 

The rest of the page contained your name, which was marked over; the date of your incarceration is the same as practically everything else, scribbled out.

Wednesday removed the page. Pictures of your clothes, hands, and fingerprints.

The prints weren’t even inked; you just used the blood that was already on them. Your hands drew her in; they were painted with blood, inside your nails, and creases, but crescents were dug in them, to the point you were bleeding. Wednesday has never seen scars on you except for those crescents on your hand. 

The clothes you had on were tattered, buttons gone, sodden in blood. 

Again, she removed the page and fingerprint card. About all of the words were written over, just the last name ‘Khuld’, age of five, and the gender of a girl.

The silence of stupefaction was broken, "Wednesday please don’t tell me this girl’s blood is on Y/n." Enid's voice was trembling, her breath was ghostly frozen, and she was as pale as a ghost. All Wednesday could do was shift her head down; she didn’t know, but all they did was wish it wasn't. 

Wednesday regrets even lifting the page up. She heard Enid gag before running to the bathroom, and the wolf hurled vulgarly in the toilet. 

All Wednesday could do was stare at the pictures in front of her. How could someone do this? The amount of blood on you didn’t Juxtapose to this or anything she’s ever seen. The pictures just kept coming—diverse angles, variant zooms. 

Wednesday shuffled the pictures until the autopsy photos. 

 There is barely anything to prove this discombobulation was once a body. The doctors laid out organs to match a body and connected as many bones together as possible. The sage-green eyeball on a metal bed pierced Wednesday’s soul. 

Thing placed himself on her hand, benevolently petting it. Wednesday broke her focus with the eye, giving her diligence to the hand. He nudged her to the bathroom. Wednesday made a keen effort to help her friend. 

Enid was on the floor beside the toilet, her back resting on the tub wall. She was in a fright—an enervated fright. "She was five Wends," she paused to breathe, the blonde on the verge of tears. "Five. Can you believe that?" Enid broke down in a fit of sobs. All Wednesday could do was rub her back. As the crying girl reiterated ‘five’.

"I know…"

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Where Danger Finds Me, it Follows with Tides - 6

Never stay the whole night ch6

Words: 2k

Parings: Wednesday x Reader

Warnings: blood, bullets, small violence.

A/N: A longer one since I need to take a break so I can be productive rq, but give me ideas of what u wanna see, like how Ty will be revealed, or lil hc's, anyways enjoy.

This sheep is still here, mocking Wednesday with its existence. From the moment she woke up, it was in her face, chewing at the comforter. She wondered if you’d notice it was gone; surely if she buried it well, you wouldn’t know. Right, the task at hand is to figure out why you’re in this school in the first place, plus get rid of this Hyde.

You were at the table when she came out for the morning; you leaned against it, refusing to sit down. Your groggy eyes glued on Enid made Wednesday a little angry; all your attention was stuck on the blonde, while everyone else’s eyes at the table were stuck on you, Bianca almost was able to mirror Wednesday’s death stare. What were you talking about that was so important to the point you didn’t even look at Wednesday?

She finally started to approach the group, avoiding your eyes almost as a punishment for avoiding hers.

Yoko laughed after finishing her sip of donated blood, saying, "Speak of the devil." 

Enid turned around with enough energy that it almost looked as if she had broken her neck in the process. She slammed her hands on the table, "Wednesday, please, can we keep Skate?" Those damn puppy eyes, "Y/n said it was up to you; I promise he won’t eat your stuff; I’ll keep him clean; he won’t even go on your side." 

"No." Wednesday deadpanned.

Ajax was trying to understand the situation. "Who the hell is Skate? And why does he eat things?"

"It’s my new sheep!" Enid started to pull up a picture of her and the sheep; he was full of hair clips and nail paint. 

"You have a sheep?! Weems is so gonna kill you if she finds out." Kent budded in, trying to get a closer look at the picture. 

"That’s why we aren’t keeping it, I don’t care what Enid or Y/n says we are putting it back." Wednesday scolded. 

"If you don’t want him so badly, get up so we can show Mr. Kovacs." You whispered. Wednesday shuddered; your breath tickled the shell of her ear when you spoke. When she turned around to possibly beat the brains back into you, you weren’t there, you were still leaning against the table, looking at everyone else, before taking a small glance at her. 

She had to be going crazy because nobody made a comment about how close you were to her, but it had to be real because you gestured for her to get up. Like she was in some trance, she did. Everyone seemed to ignore the fact that you two were leaving until both of you were out of sight.

"What was that?" Wednesday, still appalled. She scanned you for any differences in body language. 

"It’s called walking; I learned it when I was a baby." You joked and continued to walk to her dorm. 

"Not that, how you said something behind my ear but you didn’t even move." 

"I know your therapists labeled you as crazy, Wends, but jeez. I didn’t think It was that bad." 

"You looked at my files?" She was more offended that you looked at her student files than her nickname. 

"Spoiler alert: when I was still working, Weems told me you'd be under my watch if things went south. Keep you out of trouble, you know?" You paused and laughed, saying, "Well, things did go south, but she wanted to spare you, plus I was busy fixing your Xavier mess up, how you falsely accused him, and I was trying to keep you out of jail from behind the scenes."

Wednesday noticed how slowly the two of you were walking. "I don’t believe that." 

"Well, it’s the truth, hun." You shrugged.

"Don’t call me that; Weems said you’re mandatorily stuck in this school. Why?"

"Because it’s a place for outcasts?" Duh." 

"I understand that, but what makes you an outcast?" Wednesday was about avoiding the long game. 

But you made her play anyway, "because I’m an emo loner." You laughed and quickened your pace to get to the room. 

You opened the door to find Skate relaxed on Wednesday's bed, chewing on the pillowcases. You turned to Wednesday’s irked face and laughed. She mumbled something about killing it before dragging him off the bed, the pillow still in his mouth. She let out a muffled groan.

"Carry him to the class," Wednesday ordered.

You faked a yawn, "Don’t know, Ms. Addams, I kinda don’t feel like it, I did carry him yesterday." You stretched your torso, she watched you tuck your shirt back in, stuff your hands in your pockets, and sway, waiting for Wednesday to move the sheep. 

"He’s at least 200 pounds, you can’t imagine me carrying that." 

"I did it, so get to lifting or find some other way." 

Wednesday turned around to pull out a drawer from the black desk, she white-knuckled a raveled-up rope in anger. The angry girl started to make a lead for Skate; he was getting jittery once she attempted to put it around him. Wednesday looked up to stare into your eyes. You nodded and helped her keep him still without hurting him. Though she used this opportunity to make you walk him to the class,

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"You stole a whole damn sheep." Mr. Kovacs gaped, staring at you, Wednesday, then back to the sheep. 

You slowly nodded, "Now give us our grade," in a demanding tone. 

"Fine fine, just please put it back before I have to report you to Weems; its nails are painted. What the hell?"

You both nodded and turned to leave the class with Skate. Wednesday didn’t refuse this time when you took him back to her dorm. 

"I’ll be back later tonight to drop him off back at the farm." You leaned against the doorway, watching the raven remove the lead from Skate, and ushered him outside on the balcony. 

"Do it now, I want him gone." 

"Aw, lighten up, you don’t mean that." That damn whispering again in her ear, she fanned the area around her ear, hoping to hit you. 

"You just did it again, the whispering." Wednesday sounded agitated.

"I said loud and clear, ‘I need to do it at night so it’s darker.' Get your head and ears checked out." 

"I’m not dissimulating; I know what I heard and felt; you were right behind me and whispered something." 

You chuckled, "You take something today?" 

"I refuse to participate in narcotics, but I won’t sanction your gaslighting." 

"Still don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyway,  see you tonight, Addams." You pushed off the doorframe and walked away. Of course, who other than Enid replaced your presence. 

"Another date again?" She giggled 

"It wasn’t a date." The raven bit, "Don’t you have a class to go to?" 

"Don’t you? But I’m here to check on my little Skater. I brought him food." Enid walked toward the spider web window and went out of it. Feeding the animal outside. Wednesday rolled her eyes, getting ready to leave for her next class. 

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A knock at the door startled the girls in the room who were watching the scary movie. Wednesday’s cello playing wasn’t helping the eerie feeling either.

"Yoko, you get it!" Enid pushed the vampire out of the huddle of people, blankets, and pillows. 

"I'm not getting it! You have claws; you get it." Another knock, and the girls scream again. 

"Divina, come with me, so you can siren song them, and then I’ll claw their eyes out." Enid proposed. 

"Claw my eyes out, we’re going to have a problem, Sinclair." Your voice wasn’t recognizable to them. 

Enid got up in fear "IT KNOWS MY NAME!" Wednesday playing sharpened, they all ran outside on the balcony with Skate and Thing. Wednesday paused and looked at the group as they scrambled to explain all at the same time. 

"PERSON AT DOOR!" "THEY KNOW MY NAME! "THEY’RE GOING TO KILL US!" "HELP WEDNESDAY, PLEASE!" "Bah," she pieced what she could, excluding the bah. To get out of this hellscape, she went to the door and opened it. You looked down to stare at her. 

"Hi." Flashing those gorgeous teeth of yours, she thought. 

"Good evening." 

"What are they watching?" You craned your neck to view the Macbook on the ground.

"Scream franchise."

You giggled, "Ironic, but where’s my sheep?" Wednesday moved to guide you outside. The other posse calmed down. 

"Oh, it’s you." Divina spoke. Removing herself from the group, she went back inside. 

"Hi Y/n, want to join us for the movie?" Enid invited. 

"No, but I must take Rollerblade here." You picked him up and headed for the window door, but were stopped by Yoko and Enid, who protested. 

"DON'T TAKE HIM AWAY PLEASE!" "IT'SDON'T NOT HIS TIME!" "MY BABY!" 

Enid was so eager to get her sheep back that she accidentally dug her claws into your side. You hissed and pulled yourself out, and blood oozed on your white T-shirt.

Enid immediately apologized and let you go. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m sor-" moving her hand back and forth, contemplating if she should touch you again.

"-It’s fine, it’s nothing. "I just wasn’t prepared." You laughed.

Wednesday watched you in vexation and reached her hand out to help, but you shook your head. 

"I’m good, I promise." You smiled again. How could you be okay? Enid’s nails are long, that has to be deep. 

They watched you head back into the room, and they followed. Enid sat back down, drowning in guilt. Wednesday and you left the dorm and shut the door. 

"Let me at least clean it." Her eyes were softened, way more than she would be with Enid. 

"Here, I’ll go head to my room to fix it before I drop him off." A tight-lipped smile to calm down the girl in front of you. 

She sighed out her nose before nodding. You walked in the wrong direction, away from your room. Wednesday almost said something, but let you go. When you were out of sight, she cursed herself for not forcing you to get help. 

You were on your way behind the school, deeper in the woods, making sure nobody could see. The bleeding stopped; the blood was even gone—not even a drop on the white tee. But more should be shed now.

Your back started to welt, almost as if something was trying to escape, and it did. Clawing its way out from your back, cracking, crushing, and popping, ripping the back of said tee and your flesh, large bones equal to bird wings clawed out, the blood coated against them forming feathers, blood red feathers fading to something darker at the base. It was silky, cognate to blood when you stretched out in the moonlight. There was not a wince, whine, or cry from you when these extra appendages scratched out of you. You just sighed and lifted yourself and the sheep off the ground, heading back for his home. 

As you dropped him down, a bang echoed, and all you felt was something hot stuffed inside your wing. You groaned and flew with the speed of the fastest hawk back to your balcony. The landing was a little wobbly, but you still made it. The feathers dropped elegantly on the cold concrete, where they puddled into blood. The flesh hugging the bird bones was midnight, coextensive to bat wings; they poured down as syrupy blood, and the bullet fell into the puddles. Those long, blood coated bones crawled back into your back with the same cracking, wet crushing, and popping. The pool of blood crawled up your article of clothing and back into the large open wounds on your back; it shut and healed like nothing ever happened tonight, and your tattoo is still perfectly scarred on you—not a scar, nothing.

"I’m not on my game today, am I?" You laughed before going inside, to do your nightly routine.

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Where Danger Finds Me, it Follows with Tides - 7

'Cause you live in my day dreams ch. 7

Word count: 2.7k

Relationships: Wednesday x Reader (She/they)

Warnings: Mention of blood, pain, bullets.

A/N: So sorry I took so long had a project anyyywaayyyy, if I do breaks again Im able to do drabbles so ask away. I have an Idea for a side au with Jenna, just confused about how I'm gonna use this character R and actor R (Gasp spoilers, wtv) enjoy, give suggestions yatta yatta.

Small conversations spread among the bar, bottles hitting stained, polished wood and smooth granite countertops, and low music playing. It definitely wasn’t a big bar, but it was the home of drunken souls in the outskirts of Jericho. And tonight it housed hopeful, evil, and grieving souls. 

The door swung open, hitting the bell. A small three-man group raised their heads to see the newcomer as the bartender gave his regular warm smile to the eccentric man. 

"Evenin’ James, usual?" The bartender cleaned a glass, ready to serve. 

"Nah nah, I need somethin’ tougher; I’m ina surprising mood tahnigh’ hit me hard." James was practically jumping and shaking. 

The bartender started to pour him a fireball.

"Well, gee, it seems like you've got something heavy already." He slid the glass across the counter.

James quickly caught it and brought himself to the table of three men. He threw his head back and drank with speed. "Fellas, I got that damn thing that's been killin’ my livestock." He slammed his hands on the wooden table. 

The three of them laughed, and one spoke up. "The fucking big creature you saw, with the big claws and skin like a lagoon?" Dune made gestures to mock James' description. 

"Nah na! It’s real, but this one had wings! My god, the size of them nevah seen before, the tips nosebleed red, and it-it-it got deeper colah at the base." James tossed around his arms to depict this creature of the night "OH! And-and-and when I shot the bitch, the speed it took was incredible! Even though I shot it in the wing, damn it was moving maybay 300 miles?"

The group looked at the man in front of them like he was on shrooms, he sure acted like it. The bigger male chuckled, "So you’re saying some big ass peregrine falcon, has been taking your sheep, and when you shot it, it left at the speed of 300 miles per hour?" 

"No, no, Harlow, it gave me my sheep back! It done dropped the sheep back in the pen, ALIVE! The damn hooves were painted pink! Fuckin pink!" James explained.

The men were invested now. "You got two creatures in your fences now?" Harlow asked. 

"Yes! One is killing them, the other is saving them. Like an angel." James fawned over his findings.

Chuck took a sip of his beer before speaking. "Well, you said it was dark and bloody lookin’, don’t sound like no angel to me." 

"What would I call it then?" James questioned his ideas.

"I say call it a blood hawk, it’s easy to identify," Harlow said as he toyed with the ring of condensation on the wood.  "Also, go buy one of them cameras that videos motion." 

The bartender couldn’t hold his words anymore. "Say, you know what’s known for having creepy abnormalities, that Nevermore school miles away. That lagoon creature you were talking about James, I think it’s been seen there plenty of times." 

The bartender pushed a glass towards a shaggy brown-haired man, his hair long, as were the scars on his face as if he were mauled by a beast. The man’s clothes looked so mismatched and ripped; he had a beard starting to grow; and he looked homeless but still had money to buy a drink. This man couldn’t help but listen to the conversation; he made clear, surprised expressions at the words ‘Nevermore’ ‘Blood hawk’ ‘sheep’ and ‘alive’. All this man could do was hum in acknowledgment. 

"I’ll look into it once I get home." James smiled and continued to change the subject.

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"Wednesday I know you usually don’t regret things, but I honestly feel so awful about hurting Y/n," Enid said with her chin on her school desk, her body droopy.

Sure, that is true Wednesday doesn’t feel regret, but everything she regrets on her mind is rooted in because of you, she regrets ever talking to you, accepting your dual, working on the project with you, letting you see something vulnerable in her—she regrets a lot when it comes to you. 

"They said it was fine." What Wednesday really regretted was letting you leave and trusting that you would take care of yourself. She hasn’t seen you all morning. The thought of you bleeding out that whole night banged on her cranium. 

Enid turned to face the goth, laying her cheek on the cold wood. "You don’t really believe that." Wednesday regrets not smothering her roommate, and Enid started to understand Wednesday’s ‘signs’. The raven stayed silent, keeping it that way the whole period. 

When it was over, she took her free period to confirm that Enid hadn’t murdered you. She checked the gym; you weren’t there. Wednesday looked where you feed birds; no luck. She entered your dorm to find clutters of paper and files scattered around your desk. As if a voice was pulling her into the room, Wednesday walked in and shut the door behind her, making a careful walk across the room to your desk. The floorboards creaking had an unusual pattern as if someone were in the room with her. The raven was on edge but still curious; determined to find out why you were gone. 

The goth inspected the papers on your desk. Pictures of the farm you two went to, papers containing information about the owner of said farm. What really stuck out were documents from the U.S. government. How in the world were you able to access something like this? The thought that you were taken by the FBI could make her chuckle. Wednesday shuffled the small stack, trying to get them back in order. When the order was found, Wednesday couldn’t stop reading.

In brief, the documents explain how an ‘anomaly’ that was captured in December of last year escaped a government vehicle, killing four of the six men in said vehicle. This creature never made it to the lab for testing, questioning, and possible execution. This creature could be conjured by American citizen Tyler Galpin. 

Tyler was out, and that was him; he was still lurking in the towns, waiting for his next victim.  

Wednesday looked around for anything that could reveal she was here, and when she turned to the glass screen door, a shine drew her in like everything else in this room. 

Unlocking it and stepping onto the concrete, she looked down to find a bullet that was almost perfectly clean. Why would you have a perfect bullet here? The casing was gone, so this was fired. 

This curious black cat bent down to pick up the fired bullet. Her head was shot backward, and scenes dashed and flashed across her vision.

Fingers that weren’t yours loading ammunition in a firearm; the bullet flying into feathered flesh, then deeper into warm blood and muscle; with her perspective being the bullet, Wednesday felt layers decompressing her. From what she could guess, it was feathers falling off, then skin, then muscles. The bullet dropped in a pool of blood; something or more of a surplus made a horrific shriek as if it was getting brutally attacked. She couldn’t tell what made it, and the warmth of blood left her after the vision ended.

Once the vision was over, Wednesday moved her head back. It felt as if someone was beating her skull; that never happens with visions, but that aside, what did she just see? Wednesday began to make a hypothesis, clearly, this was past, not future, and this bullet wasn’t yours, but she couldn’t be sure if you fired the weapon, it was shot in some bird, but why was the bullet removed like that, layer by layer? What was that screaming? 

The girl’s head was pounding, and before she left your room, she took the bullet, the papers. She wanted to find some type of DNA in the room, but her head said otherwise. 

—————-

Something was wrong; your brain was triggering some sort of defensive reaction, and you didn’t understand what was triggering it. You’re trained to keep your brain in full control, to know when you’re being psychologically attacked, and currently, the right and left sides of your brain are disagreeing with something. Before you can get the problem fixed, you need to know the problem. That could wait though.

"I really need to train back home again." You muttered to the wind, and it raced past as if responding.

You smiled as you continued to walk along the side of a gravel road. This scenery wasn’t better than the woods with Wednesday; did you even look at the view when you were with Wednesday? What were you focused on? 

This constant questioning of yourself was scaring you. Your family described you as a person, with no limits, but you had to be in control of your whole body, and recently you weren't. Maybe that’s why you're triggering a defensive response.

You stopped at a small home surrounded by flat, crop-growing land, knocking on the door before you looked yourself up and down. With a small smirk, you thought the outfit looked like a hitman in the winter decked out in dark, puffy clothes. Hey, it was close to the beginning of winter.

Once the door opened, a taller man, maybe 2 inches taller than you, greeted you with a grimace.

"Well, who the hell is you? Matrix-looking kid. All these damn new fashion trends." His accent was a deep Southern one.

You chuckled before speaking, "You, James Turner?" Your hands shuffled in that dark, puffy jacket, pulling out a picture of the man in front of you. 

"Who’s asking?" He got closer to you, and smelled like booze. 

You've shown him the photo now. "There’s a problem if someone did." You murdered someone, sir?" He could have the other night if your thesis was right. 

"I ain’t kill nobody, did I?" Bingo. James started to get a little scared, you could read it off his body language.

"Well, I heard a complaint about some gunfire, and when I asked around for you, I heard you shot something." Part of that was a lie, you didn't really ask, just lots of tabs closing at a bar. 

James looked like a child getting caught with their hand in a cookie jar; he was going to break. "Listen, somethin’ been stealing my animals. I was waiting to shoot it last night, then this big bird-like person dropped a sheep in the pen, and I shot at it."

Your face scrunched in confusion. "Why would you shoot something, dropping your sheep back off? And you said human-looking? You were going to just kill a person like that?" You took steps forward, and James kept backing up until both of you were in the house. 

"I jus wan-tah to catch em’ , Ay I don’t even think that was them! Something else was killing my animals, it was green and-and-and large, eyes like a bug." Tsk tsk James, the hole he dug just kept getting bigger.

You were so close in his space that he tripped into a seat. "So you shot something that you wanted to catch even though it helped you; it wasn’t even the creature that was killing! What were you going to do, James? When you caught it, that is." 

"I I I." He sure does stutter you noted, "I was gonna report it for stealing." 

You gripped the table, did it crunch? James questioned. "What’s the story, Turner? You said it gave back…" 

"You’re right It was, it was." He was sweating badly. 

"Good, so you understand that you committed attempted murder? Correct?" Your voice was deathly low. "It can be a pretty hefty sentence, James." 

He watched you move around his house, preparing a glass of water, before sitting across from him.

"I’m going to jail?" He looked on the verge of tears. 

You paused before speaking, a clicking sound filled your silence. "Yes, if you refuse to comply with me." You took a long sip of water, making Turner wait in anguish. "Heard you’re gonna set up cameras around this place, I want you to set up cameras around the woods, set up baits, get as much footage of this killing creature as you can, and hand all of the footage, pictures, and what you baited with to me. Sound simple?" 

"Course, anything yes, please, I jus don’t wanna go to jail." He nodded like a bobblehead.

"Perfect, and don’t think you can escape this; I've got all the information to make a court session last less than 10 minutes." You smiled and finished the glass. Quickly grabbing a pen and paper, you wrote one of your numbers and labeled it, 'Turn in footage work and info here' 

"Cya round James Turner." And just like that, after scaring this older male, you left, walking back to Nevermore. 

———————

This headache wanted to make Wednesday have a lobotomy or struck like Zeus to get Athena out. She could barely piece together the papers in front of her. Enid watched her struggle to work, pointing it out like always.

"What’s up with you? I feel like this is easy." 

"My head has been in pain since I had that vision, usually that doesn’t happen," Wednesday explained as she moved the sheets and note cards around the board. 

Enid knew that if the pain was really bothering her, this headache was something from hell. "Hm, do you want to take something? Or maybe take a break?" 

"I did; it got worse." Wednesday's face barely scrunched as she spoke. "I don’t need a break either." 

Thumps on the door broke the conversation; they both looked at each other, then Enid went to open it. 

You stood there with a toothy grin and said, "Hey Sinclair, where’s Wednesday?" 

"I don’t know if she would be up for a date, Y/n, she’s got a raging headache." Enid knew Wednesday stole from you, so she had to make somewhat of an excuse. 

You paused for a second. "I, uhm, no, I’m not here for that, she has something I ne-" 

Enid shut the door in your face and said, "They know!" Whisper yelling to the goth. All she did was nod and signal to let you in.

Enid slowly opened the door to let you in; once you did, Wednesday’s now migraine blared. She gripped the side table near her. 

"Evening Addams, I’m guessing you know why I’m here." You walked closer to her, maybe 5 inches away from her now. 

"Why," she paused to take a breath, "why do you have them?" 

You raised a brow and said, "I could ask the same." You whispered, getting closer to her ear. "You can get in trouble if you have them; I know how to take care of them." Also, you have a vision?" 

Wednesday wanted to make sure this wasn’t some fake whispering again, so she clutched the bottom of your shirt. For you, it seemed like desperation. She released you and went to take the papers.  

"Yes." Wednesday handed the papers back. Just like that, the pain was gone, and she could think straight now. 

"Doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?" This no-distance whispering with you was going to kill Wednesday; it made her feel sick again. 

She slowly nodded, and with that, you backed up and said your goodbyes, then left.

So many holes—how did you know about the papers? Where have you been all day? How did the vision connect with the headaches? How did you fix it? What trouble did you mean? Why do you have those papers? What were you going to do with it? Her loud thinking was blocked.

"So no more evidence?" Enid asked. 

"The bullet—I still have it."

"Well, it is like almost 12. Let’s look at it tomorrow. Also, who comes to someone’s door at 11? Also,  what did she tell you? I couldn’t hear, over the sound of you two practically making out with each other's whispering. Wait a minute, you didn’t even whisper; you just nodded. What was that about? Whatever, that's a question for tomorrow. I’m too tired, night Addams." Enid threw herself onto her bed and crashed to sleep. 

Wednesday, on the other hand, couldn’t do the same; she needed to get answers.