#divina

Enid: My pack, I've got a mean bisexual, an even meaner lesbian, the she/they and he/theys, a himbo, a token straight that's on thin ice, a short queen, the guy who likes bees, a hand and my wife

Wednesday: A pack of outcasts

Yoko: *sits down on Enid's bean bag* So.. *looks around the room* why are we here?

Bianca: I have no—

Enid: *appears out of nowhere with a pretty big jewelry velvet box* GUYS! I need y'all to sit down and look at this! *opens the box*

Bianca: What am I looking at? *squints her eyes because of the shininess of that thing*

Enid: *pulls out her 24 Karat gold Labubu*

Divina: No. Way. That's not real.. *grabs her Girlfriend's hand*

Enid: *smirks proudly* It is. And it was made for me

Yoko: By who?

Enid: Willa *giggles happily*

Bianca: *absolutely flabbergasted by that info* WE— WEDNESDAY ADDAMS?! Why would she—

Wednesday: *steps into the room through the window* Easy. It's cursed.

Ajax: ... what?

Wednesday: *shrugs* I had the jeweler forge it in gold to preserve the malign energy. It's safer this way.

Yoko: S-Safer for who?

Wednesday: *stares Yoko down* For me. Because now she has it. *nods to Enid*

Enid: *hugs her 24 Karat gold Labubu* I love it so much

Bianca: *watches in disgust* So you gave your girlfriend a potentially haunted, one-of-a-kind, solid gold demon-gremlin just to keep it away from yourself?

Wednesday: *nods* Precisely.

Enid: *looks at the group* This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me!

Ajax: ouch

Note: Y/N fanfiction

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Summary: Y/N becomes romantically obsessed with Nevermore's mid-term arrival, Wednesday Addams. He knows the risk, but he has to know her.

Warnings: None

Y/N watches Wednesday temporarily passed out in one of the beds after that rough incident outside. He stands over her sleeping figure, he hasn't taken a seat since she was brought back here. All due to a mixture of guilt and panic, since he's the one who accidentally knocked her out in the first place. He's not sure for how long, having lost track of time due to watching her for the entirety of it. 

He's not sure how or when she suddenly became perfectly straight with her arms folded like she's buried underground in a coffin, but that somehow happened the brief moment he wasn't looking.

Although it's certainly odd timing, having her like this allows him to carefully examine her features. The width of her chin, the size of her cheeks, the average shape of her nose, not to mention her eyelids. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's exactly like Goody, it's unnerving for him. The only possible differencing being her makeup and lipstick that smells like it's made out of.... not the usual chemicals. 

Her body has never warmed up since she got in here, as if the freezing temperature is her natural setting. Just like a vampire, though he still has a few more negatives than her. 

When she abruptly opens her eyes without even fluttering, Y/N swiftly pulls his hand back, clutching and hiding it under his hip in hopes she didn't notice any of that. She squints at him, hard.

"Welcome back to the land of the living. You've officially marked the highest record for back-to-back trips to the infirmary." Y/N quips with a soft smile. Wednesday swiftly sits herself up, causing him to raise his hands. "Hey, take it easy. Nurse said you don't have a concussion but that you probably have a nasty bump."

He sits down on the chair, watching her closely for any signs of other internal injuries. But she seems to be fine, all and all. And he doesn't detect anything life-threatening.

"The last thing I remember, I was walking outside, feeling a mixture of rage, pity, and self-disgust." Wednesday states honestly out loud, causing Y/N to softly chuckle a bit. "I never felt that way before."

 "Yeah, losing to Bianca has that effect on people, I think." 

"And then I looked up and saw that gargoyle coming down and I thought, 'well at least I'll have an imaginative death'." She testifies, briefly glancing down at her lap before giving him a pointed look. "Then you tackled me out of the way. Why?"

Y/N shrugs his shoulders. "Something told me to. It was very persuasive."

Wednesday raises both of her eyebrows, as if silently judging him. "So you were guided by latent chivalry, the tool of the patriarchy to extract my undying gratitude?" 

"You got me." Y/N playfully raises his hands in surrender. "Did it work?"

"I didn't want to be rescued." 

"So, I was supposed to just let that thing crack your skull open?" 

"I would have rather saved myself." 

"Right, right...." Y/N slowly nods to himself, fighting the urge not to chuckle. "And your plan was to, what, close your eyes and the gargoyle will go away?" 

Wednesday tilts her head at him, unamused, but not because she thinks he's being foolish. When she doesn't say anything, Y/N lightly scoffs with another nod.

"Good to know that you haven't changed...."

Wednesday blinks, staring at him with heavily perplexed eyes. Only then, does Y/N realize that he said that out loud, causing him to roughly drop the playful expression.

"I mean......" He awkwardly clears his though, averting his eyes from making any sort of contact. He eventually just stands up and puts his sunglasses back on. "Glad to see that you're okay. I'll leave you alone-"

"Before you unpurposefully knocked me unconscious, you called me, Goody." Wednesday calls him out mid-sentence, causing him to freeze and turn back around. "Is there a reason for that?" 

Y/N bites his tongue, almost making it bleed, before he clicks it. 

"I knew someone here at Nevermore with that nickname." He lies to her, knowing that the real reason will creep anyone out if they just met him. Plus, she doesn't really need to know the real reason. "You remind me a lot of her."

"She, too, goes to Nevermore?" Wednesday asks curiously. "Where is she?" 

"I'm sure you've heard that vampires have stayed here for literal decades?" Y/N brings up with a small shrug. "For all I know, she's all the way up in..... Kansas." 

However, Wednesday squints at him with immense disbelief. "Was that supposed to be an attempt at a bluff?" 

"Maybe, maybe not." Y/N half-answers in the most cryptic way possible, which slightly irritates Wednesday. "You see, Nevermore kind of runs on a very specific machine. One that gets its fuel from little white lies, mystery, and selfish manipulation. People don't really like it when you ask a bunch of questions." 

He walks back, leaning onto Wednesday's bed, looking her straight in the red veins of her eyeballs. 

"But I'm guessing that's not going to stop you, huh?" 

Wednesday's lips slowly curly into a devilish smirk. "Most certainly not." 

Y/N bops his head. "Alright then." 

He then stands up straight and exits the infirmary. He's still not going to spill his secrets that easily. Wednesday drops her smirk 0.3 seconds after. A slight tint of yellow enters her gut.

She's not even sure how he made her do that.

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Nevermore Academy: The Quad

Y/N flips through the book he currently borrowed from the library. It's about a psychic's main theory about restoration, another soul moving on and taking another form after death. From what he's read so far, it's like one soul passes into another body with no memory of its past life, or two souls merged into one.

But who knows if this is anything related. It doesn't specifically mention looking exactly like someone from four hundred years ago. It doesn't contain the easy answers he thought he was going to get.

His eyes trail upwards and sees the poison in his mind. He sees Wednesday sitting on a bench exactly like he is, writing on a notepad with a strange sense of determination. It's like she's planning an escape from prison, right in the middle of courtyard where guards and other inmates could see her. She doesn't even acknowledge that they exist.

But the other thing that is genuinely attractive to Y/N is the mystery surrounding her. The one that not even five-century-old-vampires know the answer to. He must be the only one confronted with this question.

Who really is Wednesday Addams?

"What are you reading?"

Y/N turns his head around towards the bright voice that asks such an innocent question, but then he sees that it's Bianca Barclay, which must mean there's something else behind it entirely. She stands on the other side of the bench with an overly friendly smile on her face.

"Hidden Bodies." Y/N playfully answers as he swiftly closes the book shut so she can't see the cover. "It's about a girl whose life gets ruined because this one soon-to-be ex of hers refuses to leave her alone."

Bianca drops it into a frown for at least a couple seconds. "I know the reason, but must everything be a back-handed remark with you?"

"It does after losing your innocence at one-hundred-fifty-six." Y/N calmly replies as he then opens the book back up and continues reading. Bianca slowly nods, humming touché. She walks right over the bench so she can sit down on the table just like he is, making sure she's as close to him as humanly allowed. He pretends not to notice.

"I saw you at Crackstone's last night." Bianca brings up as she stares at him curiously. Y/N keeps his eyes on the book, nonchalant, but she can see him shifting the tiniest bit.

"No, I wasn't."

"Despite whatever you may be thinking, I'm not stupid." Bianca states like she's slightly hurt. She already knows the reason why he said he wasn't coming. "I know Ajax told you we would be there. Any reason why you changed your mind?"

"I didn't change my mind." Y/N retorts as he finally looks up, giving her a surprisingly harsh look. "This may shock you, but there's other things on my mind besides you."

Bianca's mouth slightly opens before she rapidly shuts it, hoping no one saw that. She follows Y/N's gaze, easily deducing who his eye has fallen on now.

This finally makes her stand up and hop off the bench. Y/N barely glances at her now that he has his personal space back.

Bianca stomps in-between the two werewolves playing ball, towards her friends. Divina stares at her expectantly while Kent immediately straightens himself up the moment she returns. "So, how'd it go?" He innocently asks.

"What do you think?" Divina questions him before softly elbowing his side.

"Ow!"

"Six months..... I only got Y/N to notice me after six whole months." Bianca mutters as she eventually drops herself onto the bench seat next to the sirens, making the twins share a worried glance. She stares at Wednesday in a way that leaves even them uneasy. "And yet she gets his attention in less than a single day."

Kent lets out a surprised whistle. "Wow, he must like her already."

Divina elbows him again.

"Ow!"

"Read the room, please?" Divina orders with a stern look, begging him to stop making them look bad in front of the Nevermore queen with every other thing he says. She then turns to Bianca with a sympathetic look. "Look, don't compare yourself to someone like that." She points towards Wednesday with disgust. "She looks like she was born in sadder version of Castle of Oranto."

"Yeah, I think I can see that...." Kent slowly nods his head, due to the new girl's aesthetic giving him the creeps.

"You're right, I shouldn't...." Bianca replies with a blank face, focusing on Y/N strictly as he still sits where he was, reading the book as if the conversation five minutes ago never happened. "He made his choice."

"Shame....." Divina shrugs her shoulders, looking at Bianca specifically. "But me personally? I think he made the wrong one."

They all watch as Wednesday Addams stands up, spilling an idle cup that splashes on someone when she picks up her pack and lifts it over her shoulder. She marches across the quad, briefly passing Y/N who Bianca catches staring at her for a few more seconds until she's farther way from him.

If Bianca had a pencil, it would be snapping in half right now.

"Maybe I can prove that he did."

She glances at the bored werewolves a second time. She stands up and angrily catches the ball while it's in mid-air, before handing it to Kent. The male siren is confused until she nods towards Wednesday herself, her irate expression says everything.

Kent sees both girls staring at him in this waiting manner, making him anxiously swallow before he eventually lines himself up, aims at Wednesday, and then chucks the ball towards her.

The Addams stops just in time to see it flying with ungodly speed towards her face....

Before abruptly being caught by a hand, right before it hits.

Wednesday blinks, perplexed by such fast reflexes. She turns her head a couple ways to the right to see the same guy that tackled her out of the way of a gargoyle, his arm outstretched after catching the ball. He also turns, making eye contact with her.

He's now standing inches away from her face, breathing heavily, which Wednesday is able to feel. She can taste the desperation wheezing out of his lungs, splashing onto her Nevermore uniform.

She looks up at him, not sure if she should be impressed or concerned by how much the eyes behind his sunglasses stare into her. He seems to be stripping her facial expressions apart one by one like clothes, until she leaves her soul naked.

"I didn't need you to do that." She tells him with a hardened expression, believing that she was going to catch it like that anyway.

Y/N looks her up and down before lowering his arm. "I know."

His eyes trail down to her neck. He can now hear her pulse vibrating and almost tastes the blood from this distance. It's way too familiar, making him mentally struggle with his own instincts. 

Wednesday can obviously tell what's going through his undead mindset right now, because he's so close. Despite all the people that have made the mistake of invading her personal space, he's the one that makes it uncomfortable. Mostly because the feeling in her gut is so unfamiliar to her.

She turns her head toward where it came from, seeing Bianca glaring at her with hate. Then she turns back to the vampire.

"Keep your distance from me next time." Wednesday quietly orders him in a dismissive manner before walking past him, fixing her expression up so she can pretend to be unaffected by his presence.

As she leaves the Quad, Y/N blinks and glances down at the ball he just caught, realizing that this is the second time he did something out of impulsive that anything else. It makes him worry that this might become a problem if he doesn't keep it in check.

But everything about Wednesday Addams is making his enhanced veins spike up, curiosity and bad memories gnawing at him.

Meanwhile, the three sirens are just watching the scene happen in a way they weren't expecting. Y/N was all the away across the quad, and yet he still saw that ball coming. Bianca's face is the same, Divina hides from any kind of eye contact, and Kent is just stunned.

"Wow....." Kent utters, his mouth agape. "He must really have his eyes on her-"

TWACK!

The ball comes in at the same speed and hits his face like a bowling ball, sending onto the floor like a bag of jellybeans.

Divina flinches while Bianca sighs in disappointment. Y/N casually fixes his uniform before walking away as if that wasn't him.

The werewolves awkwardly come over and take their ball back. 

_______________________________

Nevermore Academy: Ophelia Hall

Wednesday types furiously on her typewriter. While everyone else, including her roommate who is still irritated at her, is spending the middle of the day by lounging around and making fools of themselves, she is keeping her mind focused on her goals. This means making sure to commit to her writing time. 

She assumed she was in the blissful silence, until she hears something.

Squeak

Wednesday slowly turns her head towards her bed, noticing a very strong bump underneath her bed sheets. Then, her nose picks up something oddly familiar. An aroma that comes from human flesh. This prompts her to stand up and stealthily walk over to it.

Without giving time for a warning, she grabs and pulls the sheet open, revealing a walking hand hiding underneath it. 

"I knew it!" Wednesday exclaims, looking down at the jumping hand with an evil smirk. "Hello, Thing."

The hand panics and tries to flee, but Wednesday grabs him by the wrist. He clutches onto the bed frame for dear life, but his tiny size is nothing compared to her, so she manages to pull him away into her deadly grip.

"Did you really think my highly trained olfactory sense wouldn't pick up on the faint whiff of neroil and bergamot in your favorite hand lotion?" Wednesday interrogates Thing who tries to wiggle himself free, but her grip is too tight for him to break loose. "I could do this all day."

 She slams him onto the desk, pinning them there with no hope of victory. His futile attempts rattle the desk against the wood floor.

"Surrender?" 

Accepting his current predicament, the hand rapidly taps on the desk, declaring defeat. She lets go, allowing him to stagger himself back up on his five fingers. She then shines her lamp light onto him. 

"Mother and father sent you to spy on me, didn't they?" Wednesday questions him knowingly. Thing wags his finger, prompting her to give him a deadly glare. "I'm not above breaking a few fingers..."

Thing shakes a bit in his palm.

"The fact that they thought I wouldn't find out proves how much they underestimate me." Wednesday comments out loud, but Thing taps insistently on the desk. "Oh, Thing, you poor, naive appendage. My parents aren't worried about me. They're evil puppeteers who want to pull my strings even from afar."

Thing shifts in place, feeling uncomfortable while under her calculating gaze. He knows that this means she's going to run away, regardless of the barriers Morticia has set up for her.

"The way I see it, you have two options." Wednesday tells the hand, lifting up her chin. "Option one...."

She abruptly grabs him by the wrist and hangs him over an open dresser.

"I lock you in here for the rest of the semester, and you go slowly insane trying to claw your way out, ruining your nails and your smooth, supple skin. And we both know how vain you are." Wednesday warns him in a cold, terrifying manner. Thing scratches his nails against the desk as she drags her towards the dresser slowly, which leaves some marks. "Option two...."

She lifts him up and sets him back down on his original position.

"You pledge your undying loyalty to me." She offers, giving him a waiting look. 

Although it may not be a winning situation for him, the decision is a no brainer. After maybe ten seconds of consideration, Thing bows his fingers before Wednesday, giving her his unique skills and collaboration. 

"Our first order of business is to escape this teenage purgatory." Wednesday states with a determined expression. Thing wonders if she already has a plan to get out. "Of course I have a plan."

Wednesday smiles widely.

"And it begins now."

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Nevermore Academy: Rooftop

Y/N once again rests himself on the very roof of the school through the use of some very specific parkour and agility. Every time his anger would seethe through his veins, he would find the highest ledge to hide himself from his family. That was because they would usually be the cause of it, one way or another. Didn't matter if it was their fault or not. 

He would be anything in his life but an Impaler. 

And yet, his blood is still boiling after what happened earlier. He's been up here, breathing the fresh air in order to calm himself down. He knew sirens are jealous creatures, but he didn't think they would go that far. But some of that anger is also directed towards himself.

As he begins lowering himself down, his eye catches Wednesday outside thanks to the view he has. She's standing on the very edge of the last concrete tile marking Nevermore property. She's gripping one of her fists tightly. 

Then she throws something into the trees. A small hint of light reflects off the sun and into Y/N's shades as it flies through the sky before landing somewhere in the wilderness. He can barely make out the look of disgust at the item she discarded. 

Then, she walks away, a quickened pace in her step. As if being around here any longer will make her change her mind.

Y/N's feet eventually hit the ground, hoping that no other Outcasts saw that rather supernatural landing. He's technically not supposed to be able to do that. 

He runs into the wilderness, tracking the item through memory alone. Plus, walking through mother nature is also a little bit nicer than old medieval buildings. He eventually finds something out of the ordinary hooked to a tree, already spotting what he was looking for.

But before he can approach, he hears an animalistic growl coming from the open hole in the massive tree. Y/N stops in place, waiting curiously as he eventually detects a pair of eyes staring at him from behind the shadows. 

Soon, an angry bear stomps out of its hole, glaring at Y/N with ill intent. He must have ruined her beauty sleep, or maybe he accidentally frightened the cubs that he sees behind her. He put her into protective defense mode. 

It prepares to lunge at him, waiting for a reason to attack. But Y/N holds his hand, he just tilts his head with a calm demeanor, this makes the bear pause. He can sense its confusion. 

He looks up at the sky. He's in a spot where the area is completely shaded from sunlight. So, he takes off his sunglasses and stares the bear down. He straightens himself up, making himself look even taller than what she originally saw.

Once he senses that it's looking directly into his eyes for a sign, only then does he reveal his vampiristic face and hiss. The sound makes the mother and her curbs flee deeper into the woods in fear. 

This is definitely not the creature that's killing innocent people in the woods. 

With a victorious smirk, Y/N puts his sunglasses back on before looking up. He sees the item he was looking for hooked on that branch. With the same skills as before, he climbs up the wood until he can reach high enough to snag it from that one pointy end. 

It's a necklace, made out of steal and black obsidian. Y/N squints at the M in curiosity, wondering why that of all letters is engraved, until he flips it over and sees the W. 

"Wednesday...." He mutters to himself.

He pockets the necklace, planning on giving it back to her later. Yoko's misplaced but somewhat helpful advice plays in his head. She might not have been that far off.

Like he mentioned, Nevermore runs on mysteries. But even he has developed a small craving for the answers that lie underneath. He still doesn't agree with his nephew that he should do the police's jobs and investigate these animal attacks, but he has something else he can solve before the rest of his senses completely take over his mind. 

People think he's just a regular Outcast vampire, one who tries too hard to be deep and menacing. Maybe part of that's true, but it isn't the whole picture. He thinks the same can be said for Wednesday Addams, who looks way too much like someone he fell in love with a very long time ago. And seeing this necklace after Wednesday tried to get rid of it, touched with magic from the same year that Goody died, only kickstarts this need for answers. 

He knows the risks, but he has to know her. 

Divina: Mhmm.

Enid:

Enid: Are you not concerned?

summary | as the poe cup has come around, xavier finally finds the chance to tell you your feelings, but he expressed them at the wrong time

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!reader

warning | fluff, angst, xavier is hopelessly in love and an idiot, miscommunications, yoko being the bestest friend, it's mentioned reader is a vampire

word count | 1.6k

You couldn’t feel like celebrating, the team gathered in yours and Yoko’s room, well except for Wednesday. 

Numbly sitting on your bed, you watched as Enid, Yoko and a few other girls from Ophelia came to celebrate, dancing around with the cup. 

“Aren’t you happy Y/n?” Enid turned to you. You finally came out of your head looking up at her. “You okay, you don’t look so good.”

Looking up at them, you sighed, “Xavier kissed me today.”

Vampire and the fangs, I think yoko can hide it inside normally when she doesn't need it.