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Pairings: Amicia De Rune x fem!reader/OC

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Wednesday Season One Episode Two

Summary: Rowan’s death puts a crack in the sheriff’s view of Nevermore. With the Poe Cup looming closer, and Wednesday snooping around more than usual, you’re pulled in more directions than you can think of.

Reader Insert - Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

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Word Count: 13.1K

A/N: Opening this draft made my phone freeze for a second.

‘Stay out of sight.’

That was the last thing Weems told you before you left her office. You slipped behind Sheriff Galpin’s search party. Thankfully the dogs didn't alert them. They’re not looking for you.

‘Just listen. Don’t interact with them.’

You cling to Weem’s instructions. Ignoring the dull ache in your back from what happened a few hours ago.

As the search party traveled to the area Rowan attacked you and Wednesday—there was nothing. No mess of leaves where you and Rowan fought; no broken branches where you had pushed through the bushes to get to Wednesday.

Nothing. There was no sign of Rowan or the creature anywhere. Not a drop of blood—nor a broken branch.

The forest was untouched. There weren’t even any pieces of glass on the ground from Rowan smashing your phone.

You follow the Sheriff and his officers. Weems said she’d pull you out of classes tomorrow. For a self-care day.

‘Stay as late as you have to. Just come back.’

It’s been hours. Your legs start to ache ever so slightly, and you didn’t bring a water bottle. Idiot.

You watch as Galpin’s deputy runs to him. Going down a small dirt hill.

“We’ve been searching for hours, Sheriff. The dogs need a break.” She’s slightly out of breath. I don’t blame her.

“You think we missed something?” She asks.

“I say we double back, sweep Collet Creek, and then call it a night.” Sheriff Galpin’s tone sounds skeptical.

Like he doesn’t quite believe the statements Wednesday and I gave him.

You trail behind them, keeping your breathing steady. They can still hear you, you aren’t inaudible.

The dogs start barking as you near the creek. The hairs on your body stand again, just like they did with Rowan the night before.

Something’s here.

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“How could you miss a dead body?”

Wednesday says angrily. Her and the sheriff walk in front of you. You’re walking beside Weems through one of Nevermore’s front doors.

He turns to look at Wednesday while walking.

“‘Cause it wasn’t there.” He turns his head back to look in front of him as he walks. “No footprints, no blood, no sign of struggle. Nothing, nada.”

“My search party looked all night.” Weems walks in front of him up the staircase, taking the lead.

“Well, your search party must have left their seeing-eye dogs at home.” Wednesday says. The four of you begin going up the staircase.

“We saw that monster kill Rowan right in front of us.”

He sighs. “Get a good look at this monster thing?”

“It didn’t stick around for a chat.” Wednesday barks. You want to say ‘Giant eyes, like a deformed hairless cat’—but instead this happens:

“Maybe it was one of your classmates.” He retaliates. He turns to you. “Maybe her? She was the only other one there.” You hold eye contact with him, raising an eyebrow.

“Sheriff, I find that question offensive.” Weems says quickly. Turning around.

He turns back to Weems. He’s angry. “Well I don’t care ‘cause I got three other dead bodies in the morgue.” His tone is sharp. “Hikers just ripped apart in the woods.”

“The mayor said those were bear attacks.” Weems replies. You look at her, she’s blinking more than normal. This must be a mess for her as the principal.

“Yeah well the mayor and I disagree on that.” The three of you look at Weems as she starts talking.

“So you automatically assume a Nevermore student is the murderer; Even though there’s no evidence a crime was even committed.” He glances at you and Wednesday.

“I’m sorry. I forgot, you only teach good outcasts here, right?” He sneers. Weems sighs and closes her eyes.

She opens them. “Let’s get to my office.” She says calmly.

You follow behind Wednesday. You don’t mean to be her shadow—not this time. It just feels natural.

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You close the door to Weem’s office after the other three walk in ahead of you.

“My guess is Rowan ran away.” She walks confidently to her desk, large strides and head up. “State troopers have put out an alert, and I’ve contacted his family.” She sits down on her desk chair. “But they haven’t heard from him either.”

Sheriff Galpin stands to the left of Weem’s desk, Wednesday on the right. You contemplate standing in the middle but instead you sit on one of the chairs across Weem’s desk.

The right one, behind Wednesday. That wasn’t intentional either. The sheriff glances at you before turning back to Weeems.

“Dead people are notoriously bad at returning calls.” Wednesday says before he has a chance to talk.

“What were you doing out in the woods with him, Ms. Addams?” He grunts, sitting on the chair to the left of Weem’s table. Wednesday looks at him, her wrists crossing over each other.

“I heard a noise in the forest and went to investigate. That’s when I stumbled upon the attack. Y/N followed me out of concern for my safety.”

His face turns a little more serious. “Then what happened?” Wednesday continues. “Then Y/N called for Weems, she didn’t pick up so we ran back to the festival and stumbled on Bianca. Next thing I remember I was awaking in my dorm.”

“Hmm. And you Miss L/N? You were awfully broad with your statement.” You glare at him while you respond.

“Your officers were quite hostile, sheriff. Maybe if I felt comfortable I would have remembered more. It was quite traumatizing.”

His jaw clenches. He doesn’t believe you. “And just to be clear, this monster wasn’t a bear or some other wild animal?” He questions.

“I’ve hibernated with grizzlies. I know the difference.” You turn your face to the right, hiding your smile from the other three. You suppress it and turn back to them.

Weems suddenly gets up. “Thank you Sheriff, I think the girls are done now.”

“Actually, I would like to speak to Sheriff Galpin. Alone.” Wednesday says.

“I’m not sure I can allow that.”

“I’m sure I could take her to the station and get a formal statement.” He looks at Weems seriously before giving her a fake smile and dropping it as quickly as it came.

That cheeky bastard.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” He says.

“Fine.” Weems’ reply is quick. She gets up from her desk.

“You have five minutes and everything is off the record.” She stares down the Sheriff for a second.

“Play nice.” There’s a pause. Tension fills the air.

“Or I will call the mayor.” She says.

“Y/N.” You get up and follow her out.

When she closes the door she looks at you. “I don’t know.” You say quickly. “Y/N.” She says sternly.

“I really don’t know. I swear.”

Weems sighs, closing her eyes and putting 3 fingers on her temple. “Okay then. Stay here.”

She has you sit on one of the cushioned chairs outside the door. Then she leaves. You don’t know where; until another minute passes by and the deputy runs over with—Rowan in tow. She doesn’t ask you for Weems or for the sheriff, she just barges through the door.

“Sheriff?” She says.

You hear a faint answer from him. “What?” Your eyes don’t leave the ‘boy’ standing in front of you. He waves at you.

“You’re gonna wanna see this.” She lets the door slowly creak open to reveal ‘Rowan’ to the sheriff.

It’s Weems. I know it is.

Rowan always walked small, cowardly. Like the world was going to trip him the second he took another step. He’s not walking like that anymore.

His strides are longer, his head higher, even a faint smile on his face. Not only that but he didn’t have an inhaler in his pocket like he usually does. You know he carries one around everywhere, he used to use one every time you two fenced.

You knew Weems was a shapeshifter. But you never thought she’d cover up the murder of one of her students. Not like this.

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Rowan’s face flashes in your head. Your mind spirals though memories of Rowan’s limp body and the boy that stood right in front of you yesterday.

Why would Weems want to cover his murder?

You suppose it makes sense. Making you and Wednesday look crazy would make Sheriff Galpin disregard you two as reliable witnesses. Especially Wednesday and her persistent presence.

A banging on your door snaps you back to reality.

“Cmon Y/N! You said you’d help this year.” It’s Enid. What day is it? You check your phone—which now has a new screen.

“Shit.” You whisper into the cold air of your dorm. “Give me a minute!” Enid’s knocking stops, you know she heard you.

You promised to help with the Poe Cup.

You rush to put on something other than pajamas. At least you just took a shower. You ran out of purple Nevermore vests yesterday so you put a black sweater vest on.

“I’m here, I’m here.” You say as you slowly open your dorm door.

“Finally!” Enid retorts, still as bubbly as ever. The second your door locks she pulls you down the hallway. “We’ve got a boat to paint and traps to plant!”

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You work next to Yoko, testing the trigger system for a net trap you’re adding to the boat. You two listen to Enid’s worried speech.

“Ladies, come on! Let’s work on those teeth.” Yoko glances at her. You shrug, adding a little more WD-40 to the peddle so it doesn’t squeak.

“More scowl.” She says to the painters. You smile as Yoko looks up at Enid who's right next to her on the side opposite of you. “This kitty is taking no prisoners.”

Enid stands up properly. “If Bianca Barclay wins again this year, I will literally scratch my own eyes out.” You test the peddle, hearing a faint click. It works.

“I’d pay money to see that.” You jump—hearing Wednesday right behind you. I thought she was still in therapy.

Enid happily goes to stand in front of her. “Howdy, roomie! I’m so glad you decided to stay.” You glance at Wednesday, her arms crossed. Yup, don’t look at her.

She’s not exactly your biggest fan at the moment. Not after Weems pulled you out of therapy with Kinbott but made her go.

“I thought you wanted your single room back.”

“Full disclosure? I don’t like living solo-” She quickly turns to you mid sentence before turning back to Wednesday. “-and Thing gives a killer neck message.” Enid says with a smile.

“It’s a win-win.” Enid looks happier than usual.

“So… why the change of heart?” Enid asks.

“I refuse to play the role of a pawn in someone else’s corrupt game.” You smile lightly. You get up and grab the net you made. You try not to eavesdrop but you do anyways.

“You mean Rowan?”

“I witnessed his murder, Enid. And it wasn’t just me either.” Wednesday says. You feel a burning sensation on your neck. Wednesday’s gaze. Nothing else would give you that pain.

You look at your net. Last year Bianca’s team had sirens sabotage the other boats, hopefully this’ll stop that from happening to yours.

“It’s just, we all saw him this morning. Very much, like, not dead.” Enid says. You pull on the net, making sure it’s sturdy.

“I know.” Wednesday retorts. “Y/N.” She says. You turn to her. “You saw it too? Correct?” You nod, fingers still tangled in the netting.

“Hard to forget.” You murmur absentmindedly. Picking up the net and carefully folding it into the small compartment you built for it. Wednesday hums.

“Which leads me to believe I’m losing my mind. Considering someone isn’t as concerned as I am.” You glance over. She looks at you with an annoyed expression.

“It’s not really as fun as I anticipated.” Wednesday looks at Enid. “You’re Nevermore’s gossip queen. What’s Rowan’s story?” Enid clicks her tongue.

“Other than being a weird loner? Uh… No offense.”

“None taken.” You grin at Wednesday’s response.

“Xavier Thorpe's his roommate. If you had a cell phone you could just text him and ask him.” Enid turns around to check on the painters.

“Yoko. Come on! Flare those whiskers. The Poe Cup droops for no one.”

Wednesday looks at you as you finish the net’s compartment. She walks closer to you. “Phone.”

You’re not surprised. “You’re more than welcome to say please.” Already handing it to her. “1845.” You add, telling her the passcode. She raises an eyebrow but unlocks it anyway.

“Don’t you hate technology?” You ask her, painting a small black cat on the net box.

“I despise inefficiency even more. Time is valuable.” She turns to Enid and hands the phone to her. Enid looks at you—you wave her off.

‘You could have just searched his contact.’ You want to say—but you don’t. Wednesday night send that severed hand to choke you at night.

After a minute Enid hands it back to Wednesday and she types the message.

“If he replies, find me. I refuse to become a slave to that thing for any longer.” Already placing the phone on the table.

“What is the Poe Cup anyway?” You groan at Wednesday’s question. It’s all Enid’s been talking about today. You carry the net trap to the boat as Enid rambles on to Wednesday.

“Only my entire reason for living right now. Part canoe race, part foot chase, no rules.”

She grins, knowing Wednesday might like the next part.

“Each dorm has to pick an Edgar Allen Poe short story for inspiration. You could grab a brush.”

Enid trails on. You grin at her attempt. “Ms. Thornhill’s just ordered pizza. Want to take a stab at being social?”

“I do like stabbing.” Wednesday's eyes move around uncomfortably. “The social part, not so much.”

Same. You think. Smiling at your thoughts. Maybe you are just a happy person.

“Besides, it’ll cut into my writing time.” Her response is fairly calm.

“No worries. Just as long as you’re lakeside cheering us to victory on race day. We even have an extra shadow on our team.” Enid says proudly.

Wednesday looks at her blankly, Enid holds her smile awkwardly. “Or you can just glare uncomfortably. Whatever works for you.”

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Your eyes are fixated on the chandelier above Weems’ desk. She’s typing something on her laptop. You assume she’s replying to emails because that disgusting Outlook notification keeps sounding through the room.

The fire crackles to your left. You’re sitting in the cushion chair to the left of her desk. Instead of sitting properly your legs hang over one of the sides. A half-finished copy of The Great Gatsby sits on your chest.

I hate English.

“Do you think crows ever get bored of cawing?”

Weems stops typing for a second, blinking. “What?” She looks at you confused.

“Like, are there different types of caws? So it’s their own language? Or are they just forced to make random sounds with no system?” You try to explain.

Weems opens her mouth to respond until the office door squeaks. Weems sighs and looks back at her laptop.

“I need to speak with Rowan. I can’t find him.” Of course it’s Wednesday. Weems reads something on her screen and starts typing again.

“It won’t be possible, I'm afraid. He’s been expelled.” Wednesday doesn’t even glance at you, focused on Weems.

“For what?”

“Never you mind. He’ll be on the first train out this afternoon.” Weems looks up at her questioningly.

“What were you doing out in the woods with him? Y/N said you ran off.” Now Wednesday glances at you. You give her a nervous smile.

“I told you already. I heard a noise and I went to investigate.” Weems scoffs. “That excuse might have placated the sheriff, but you can’t fool me.” Her face relaxes—turning serious, unblinking.

“You had a psychic vision, didn’t you?” Am I invisible? You actually look down and check. Nope—definitely visible.

“I realized you might have been having them we passed by the accident and you knew that poor farmer had broken his neck.” You think about it.

Wednesday did say what happened to the farmer long before you got close enough to see for yourself. You just never questioned it. Do you ever really question anything? Nothing important.

“Your mother started having visions around your age. They were notoriously unreliable and dangerous. I remember at first, she thought she might be losing her mind.” You watch, having moved to sit properly.

Wednesday’s eyes glance around for a second. “Have you spoken to her about them?” Weems continues. You don’t speak. You’re scared of both of them.

“Clearly the person withholding information here is you.” Wednesday doesn’t deny it.

“Maybe I go now?”

Weems smiles. “Not until you’ve picked your extracurricular activity. We want our students to be well-rounded.” Wednesday crosses her arms.

“I’d prefer to remain sharp-edged.” Weems presses her lips together and hums. “Well.” She reaches for a clipboard to her right.

“I took the liberty of putting together a list of clubs that have openings.” She places the clipboard on the other side of her laptop for Wednesday to grab.

“How thoughtful.” Wednesday glares at the clipboard.

“You need to have picked one by the end of the day. I’ll be keeping my eye on you. No doubt you’ll find something that tickles your fancy.” Wednesday scoffs, moving forward to grab the clipboard anyways.

“The last person who tickled me lost a finger.” She starts walking away. “Ah ah ah, wait a minute.” Wednesday stops and turns. Her face is blank as usual.

“Y/N will go with you.” You turn to her, putting your arms in front of you to gesture ‘WHY?’

“You’re already here and it’ll save me the headache. Think of it as community service.” You sigh, sitting up.

Walking towards Wednesday. Weems nods and Wednesday turns back around to walk out. You shadow behind her.

Unfortunately you don’t get to shadow her without being investigated. As the two of you walk she starts asking questions. “Why are you always with Weems?” You let out a sigh.

“Uh… I like her office.” You shrug. “It’s fairly comfortable. Plus whenever I ask her weird questions she’ll look them up for me.” Wednesday scoffs.

After a minute of walking she stops abruptly and spins around to you—locking eyes. “Where’s Rowan?” She asks monotonously with a glare.

You aren’t surprised. You’ve studied her behavior enough. “I don’t know.” She raises an eyebrow. “I really don’t know Wednesday. I saw him die too. I believe you.”

Her jaw relaxes slightly. She studies you, but there’s no indicator you’re lying.

She turns to keep walking. When you two get outside and near the quad she stops. “Thing.”

The hand you saw when she was playing the cello yesterday comes towards you two on the floor.

“Weems is clearly trying to keep tabs on me.” Her eyes move to you. You shrug. “Keep an eye on Rowan. Don’t let your fingers out of his sight.” She says to the hand.

You freeze when Wednesday looks at you—threateningly. “And you,

—you don’t tell Weems about Thing.” You nod. Weems might be intimidating to you—but Wednesday? She’s terrifying.

She sighs and walks into the quad where Bianca and the rest of the singers are. You walk behind Wednesday like a lost dog. When Bianca turns to Wednesday she glances at you before speaking.

“Weems said you’d be stopping by. But to be honest after your performance at the Harvest Festival, the drama club might be more your speed.” She tries to antagonize her.

“Bianca.” You say. She looks up at you, your expression is tense with narrowed eyes. It’s enough to tell her to stop. You didn’t mean to look at her like that.

“After Y/N and I ran to you, who did you tell? The sheriff?”

“You think I’d trust normie cops?” Bianca scoffs. “I went straight to Weems and let her handle it. She was going crazy trying to contact Y/N.”

Wednesday's eyes narrow slightly, like she just found the last corner piece of a puzzle only she can see.

Your thoughts flicker back to the woods—after Rowan was attacked. When you tried to call Weems, she didn’t answer in time. When you tried calling her again there was no signal. The two of you ran back to the festival and found Bianca. Wednesday passed out not too long after that.

You stayed with her until Bianca came back with Weems who was already calling for help.

“Anyway, let’s get this audition over with. What are you? Alto, soprano, or just loco?” Her choir chuckles.

One of the students plays a piano note and Wednesday opens her mouth. You don’t hear anything but then one of the choir member's glasses crack.

“What was that?” Bianca says shocked. You’re shocked too because what the hell.

“A note only dogs can hear.” Wednesday remarks. She storms away back to the arched exit. You turn to leave too but then Bianca puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, offer still stands, we need an alto. I don’t know why you’re shadowing her.” She invited you to join earlier after fencing class—apparently one of her choir members got sick.

You were in the choir during your first year at Nevermore as a technician, they don’t have one this year. No way in hell you’d consider joining just to sing though.

“I’d rather climb one of those really big trees, but instead of jumping off of it I’d just wrap a noose around my neck.”

Bianca chuckles, now that you think about it, it’s been a while since you’ve actually talked to her. “Good luck with Addams.” You scoff and keep walking.

Wednesday stopped—waiting for you. “How considerate of you.” You say to her, waiting for her reaction.

“Next time I’ll leave you.” She snapped—turning to the exit sharply. There’s a familiar ding in your pocket.

You sigh and check who it is.

‘Xavier: No clue, why are talking like Wednesday’

You scoff. You forgot Wednesday texted him through your phone. “Mr. Thorpe texted back. He said he doesn’t know Rowan’s story.” You say.

Wednesday scoffs as well. “I can question him in a few minutes. Next is archery.” You hum in acknowledgment and walk with her.

Wednesday spots Xavier in the middle of the outer quad—or whatever it’s called. Outer grass area?

He’s standing next to several piles of stacked hay bales. One of which has wooden arrows with yellow fletchings poking out of it.

You let her walk ahead, lingering behind so she can talk to Xavier. She quietly makes her way after handing you the clipboard. He doesn’t jump when he turns to his right and sees Wednesday.

“Huh. You actually showed up. Ever shot a bow and arrow before?” He asks.

You see movement in one of the top windows and look up. It’s Weems’ office—she’s watching us. With binoculars? Really?

You two make eye contact. You quickly look away hoping Wednesday didn’t notice.

“Only on live targets.” She responds. He raises both eyebrows and quickly puts them down again. He turns and reaches for a new arrow.

“Okay. Crash course.” He gets into position. “Square stance. Load the arrow like this, yellow side out.” He puts his hand in the air and moves three of his fingers. “Three fingers.” He puts the bow in the air. “Pull back and…”

It flies—hitting the 3rd scoring ring of the target.

“Let it fly.” He turns to Wednesday. He glances at you. “Have a second shadow of something?” He asks her—he looks at you.

“Still keeping tabs on people?” He asks you, you shrug. Xavier’s aware of your tendency to shadow people. Actually, most people are now that you think about it.

“When’s the last time you saw your roommate Rowan?” Wednesday says to him. He turns back to her.

“You mean the one that was killed by a monster?” It sounds accusatory. He grabs another arrow. “The Harvest Festival.” He says after a moment. “I haven’t talked to him since. But his side of the room was all packed up this morning.” He looks down at his bow.

“Rowan’s always been a little off, but, uh, the last couple weeks he’s been more erratic. You know, telekinesis can mess with your head, you know. He’s… it started to freak me out.” He aims the bow back at the target.

“So what’s the deal with you and Tyler?”

The arrow sings as it hits the target. It hits the outer ring. He’s awful at this. Wednesday looks at him.

“I’m sorry, were you the only one who got to ask non-archery questions?” He scoffs getting another arrow.

“There is no deal. He was doing me a favor driving me out of town.” She explains. Xavier hands her the bow and she takes it.

“Yeah, word of advice. Steer clear.” He offers an arrow and Wednesday takes it out of his hand.

“Why? Because he’s a normie?”

“Because Tyler and his friends are jerks.” He says quickly. “Ask Y/N. They can’t stand that this school’s the only thing propping up their Podunk town.” Wednesday makes note of that.

“Says the boy whose life was served on a silver platter.”

“Hey y’know, girls in glass houses-“ Wednesday interrupts him.

“Should throw bigger stones.” You look around awkwardly. You’re just kinda, there. Wednesday throws you an apple and looks at you. You understand faster than you’d think.

You walk next to her and she aims the bow. “At least I’m not an elitist snob.” She says to Xavier. You throw the apple. When she lets go of the arrow it stabs the apple and they hit the bullseye.

Xavier looks surprised and back at Wednesday. “Ouch.”

She hands the bow back to him. “What’s next?” She asks you. “Beekeeping. I’m in this one.” You say looking down at the clipboard. She raises an eyebrow at you. You shrug and she sighs.

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This time Wednesday is the one trailing you. You walk to a forest clearing assigned to the beekeeping club.

When Weems made you join a club at the beginning of the year you tried the beekeeping club first. Instead of bees though, you found some boys from Puck Hall messing with one of the hives.

You turned invisible—silently slipping through the treeline. One of them was using telekinesis to shake the hive so you pushed him forward.

Unfortunately for him, the bee hive you pushed him on had bumblebees, not honeybees. Bumblebees can sting several times without dying. Weems told you he got stung 6 times. One of the other boys was only stung once but it was enough to make them not come back.

You smile at the memory. Eugene came back to his bees swarming around you in appreciation.

Wednesday walks ahead of you now, inspecting the beekeeping building. It’s a small shack made of vertical panels. There’s a faded bee painted on the front.

“Are you interested in the ancient art of beekeeping?” You both turn around to the sound of Eugene’s voice.

“Oh hey Y/N! I didn’t realize it was you.” You smile at him.

“Oh! Eugene.” He says, extending his gloved hand to Wednesday. “Eugene Ottinger. Founder and president of the Nevermore Hummers.” Surprisingly, she takes it.

“Wednesday. Wednesday Addams.” She turns to the beehives. “Are we late or is it only you?” Their hands pull back.

“The hive life isn’t for everyone.” He says slowly. “Most kids are afraid of venomous insects. Well, except Y/N.” You shrug, not really knowing what to say.

You look at her, she seems intrigued by being around dangerous insects. Of course she would be.

“Are you willing to feel the sting?” Eugene offers for her to try a beekeeper’s suit and interact with them. She reluctantly agrees. He offers one to you too but you don’t take it. You two wait outside the shack while she puts one on.

“Sooo, how’d you meet her?” You scoff at him.

“Weems made me come with her.” He chuckles. “I mean, you’re definitely always someone’s shadow so it can’t be that bad right?” You hum.

You think about it a little more. “Is it that obvious?”

He nods. “Usually you’re trailing Weems after classes. Not in a weird stalker way, more like a stubborn toddler way.”

You grin. Both of you turn to Wednesday who comes out in the suit. Eugene starts what you like to call his sales pitch.

“Bees have been producing honey in the same way for 150 million years. They’re nature’s perfect community. All working together to achieve a common goal.” You hear a familiar tapping—Thing.

You follow Wednesday’s gaze to Thing tapping on a wooden bench nearby. She looks at you, you nod. “Go, I'll stay with Eugene.”

In the background you hear him still speaking. “Fun fact, it’s also one of the few ecosystems which females dominate. From queen bee to her workers.” She walks to where Thing was.

Eugene turns around. “There's no patriarchy in the hive!” He says happily, he sighs when he sees Wednesday’s gone.

“Did I come off too strong again?” You shake your head. “I think she wants to join, but something came up right now so I let her walk off, sorry.” He sighs again but nods.

“I’ll bring her back here later. Hummer’s promise. But Weems sent me to be her shadow so I gotta.” You move your hands around.

“Yeah I know, don’t worry. You’re coming to the next meeting?” You nod, giving him a thumbs up as you disappear with a pixel transition. It’s your favorite one—it’s like a sci-fi movie.

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You run in the direction Wednesday left in. She went back to Nevermore?

You catch up to her as she speed walks through Nevermore’s front arch. Now you see why she left in such a hurry. Rowan’s leaving, he’s putting his luggage in the front passenger seat of a blue car.

“Rowan! We need to talk.” She walks next to him. Rowan groans.

“Wednesday, I’m not allowed to speak to anyone.” He sounds slightly out of breath. Probably from moving all his stuff.

“You had a lot to say when you tried to kill me. Kill Y/N.” She says quickly. Rowan’s face twitches ever so slightly, like he didn’t know he had a hit list. You know it’s Weems.

Your form fades in behind Wednesday. It’s slow—deliberate, like the specter that’s only revealed at the end of a horror movie. You’re silent, your face appearing before the rest of your body. Something shown in the last frame before the jumpscare.

Wednesday doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t even glance at you. Her eyes still locked on ‘Rowan.’ “Told me I was destined to destroy the school, remember? Where did you get that drawing?” She persists.

Rowan’s eyes slip to you and back to Wednesday. Nervous—calculating. Like saying the wrong thing will shatter him.

He responds. “I just went into the woods to clear my head. Then you came after me.” His voice is steady, but the hesitant glance at you says otherwise.

You don’t blink, you barely breath—you watch. The same way a shadow does when a moonlit clock strikes three and the world goes quiet.

That is, until Ms. Thornhill walks behind the car. “Wednesday.” All three of you look at her. “You shouldn’t be here.” She walks to get into the driver's seat.

Rowan turns to Wednesday again. “Yeah, back off and leave me alone.” You see Wednesday’s jaw clench, your eyes don’t leave Thornhill who glances at you through the car window. What’s going on?

To your left near the back bumper of the car you see Thing. Suppressing a grin, you glance down before watching the car leave.

Without sparring you a glance Wednesday walks somewhere. “Let’s go.” She doesn’t look back, she doesn’t have to.

“Do you have any more classes?” She asks you, her walk unwavering.

“No.” You keep your answer plain, short. She seems to appreciate it.

“Good, I need to find more evidence about Rowan’s death and you seem to have a reputation of shadowing. Your intimidation factor isn’t horrible either.” She’s not asking, not even commanding.

You hesitate. You could say no and disappear, leaving her to handle this mess alone. But something isn’t right. Weems’ interference with Rowan’s death is one thing but whatever monster you two saw that killed him? That’s what concerns you.

Plus, it’s not like she’s asking you to do anything different than you were already doing. Weems asked you to keep tabs on her; the only difference now is that Wednesday is aware you’re there. You hesitate again, should you even report to Weems anymore?

No, you have to. She’d get suspicious. You could always just avoid the whole truth, throw a few white lies in the tangled web Weems already formed.

Your body flickers away in a dissolve transition. Nobody questions you two, not outwardly. You don’t know whether it's because they’re scared of you—or scared of Wednesday.

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You didn’t mind Ms. Thornhill’s class, you took it last year out of curiosity. Although that decision backfired as soon as allergy season came. It was abysmal.

When you two walk in, Ms. Thornhill is at her desk waiting for everyone to get settled. “I’m going to give you all the materials again…” You tune it out, you’re not here to learn what you already know.

Wednesday glances around and walks to one of the tables on the left. Thing is already waiting behind a plant. He starts tapping.

“How do you lose him in a bathroom with no windows?” Thing moves as if to shrug.

“A lefty wouldn’t have failed me.” He flattens out. Wednesday looks at him disappointedly. “Don’t sulk.” As you lean against the wall next to Wednesday you see Bianca and the choir group watching her.

Wednesday continues. “I’m going to have to find new evidence myself, since you lost our only lead.” You tap on Wednesday. She turns to her left.

Bianca smiles. “I see you finally made a friend.” Did they see Thing? No, he’s behind the plant.

“Even if it is a plant.” Knew it.

“I go for quality over quantity.” Wednesday snarks. You grin as Bianca rolls her eyes and turns back around to go to her table. You keep looking at her, she’s looking at Xavier. You smirk.

Wednesday walks to the desks, they’re all full. Except for one.

The only open seat is next to Xavier. Wednesday stands beside it awkwardly. He sighs. “There’s an open spot next to me.” He looks back down at his paper. “If you can stand sitting that close to an elitist snob.” He draws on his paper.

You move out the way as Wednesday moves to sit next to him. You see Bianca’s posture change. She sits straighter, eyes flickering between the two erratically before settling on Xavier.

When Wednesday sits he puts his hand above his paper. Of course. Wednesday watches as the spider he drew comes to life and slowly walk off the page.

You look at everyone else. Enid and Yoko are talking at the desk behind Xavier and Wednesday. Bianca and Divina are watching Xavier and Wednesday’s interaction. The other students aren’t paying attention.

Thornhill’s head looks up to see the spider. “I doubt Wednesday is impressed by your tricks, Mr. Thorpe.” She readjusts her glasses.

Xavier smiles. “Admit it, you’re a little impressed.” Everyone’s eyes are on Wednesday now. You shiver, feeling them on you too. Her eyes, however, are on the spider. It walks towards her, she hits it, her palm facing downwards.

There’s a loud twack through the room. Enid and Yoko smile, quietly laugh. You hear laughing on the other side of the room too. Thornhill smiles too before addressing her.

“Wednesday, we’re thrilled to have you join us on our journey into the world of carnivorous plants. Now…” Thornhill puts her palms together, linking her fingers.

“Who can tell us the name of this beauty?” She gestures to the plant behind her. It’s trapped in a glass container.

Bianca’s hand shoots up before Thornhill can finish her question. Wednesday glances at her before saying the answer. “Dendriphylax lindenii.”

You turn to Bianca and grin. She looks offended. “Otherwise known as the ghost orchid.” Bianca says. Oooo, your favorite. For obvious reasons—and Thornhill gave one to you when you first came to Nevermore. It currently clings to one of the walls of your dorm.

On a piece of hardwood of course, Weems would never let you harm the building’s structure. You’re broken out of your thoughts as Wednesday talks back.

“First discovered in the Isle of Wight in 1854.” Bianca side eyes her, but Wednesday certainly doesn’t care. Thornhill moves her head shocked yet impressed.

“Very good, Wednesday.” She praises, turning to Bianca. “Looks like you may have competition for first chair, Bianca. Someone other than Nevermore’s ghost.”

Some students snicker. You stand behind Wednesday with your arms crossed. People-watching is fun.

“Wednesday, perhaps you can identify the ghost orchid’s greatest qualities.”

“Resilience and adaptability.” Damn. She answered quickly. “It’s able to thrive in even the most hostile environments.”

Bianca butts in. Trying to reclaim the spotlight. “But its mere presence can change the ecosystem, causing the established plants to reject it.”

Wednesday responds. Her advantage against Bianca is that she doesn’t want the pedestal. “Usually because the native species is allowed to thrive unchecked.”

You look at Bianca. Her eyes are wide and unblinking. Watching the two is a thousand times more entertaining than any piece of media.

“Nothing a weed wacker couldn’t fix.” A small smile grazes your lips. “You can most certainly try.” Bianca says.

Xavier smiles, “are we still talking about flowers?” The class chuckles. You can’t see Wednesday’s eyes but you’re sure they’re still fixated on Thornhill, not allowing the Bianca the satisfaction of being acknowledged.

Bianca is quite the opposite. She’s locked on to the calm Addams, her glare never wavering.

Thornhill chuckles as well. “Clearly the plants aren’t the only carnivores in class today.”

Thornhill changes the subject to the Amorphophallus titanum, or the corpse flower. You walk around the classroom since nobody can see you. Quietly examining some of the new plants near the greenhouse’s windowsills.

You walk back to Wednesday after a few minutes

“Is your shadow here?” You hear Xavier ask.

Wednesday’s eyes flick between him and at Thornhill. You answer for her, flicking his elbow with your finger. He jumps. “Guess that’s my answer.”

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When the class ends you’re already waiting by the door still invisible. Wednesday walks in a random direction and you follow, becoming visible after a minute or so.

“I have to get to the Hummer’s meeting and help with the Poe Cup preparations.” You want to help Wednesday, but you made promises to Eugene and Enid.

She sighs. “Are the meetings required?”

“Yup.” You keep your answer short. You noticed her jaw seems to clench whenever someone answers her question but continues on rambling.

“Fine, I’ll go to the hummer’s meeting, but I need to talk to Enid first.” You hum, matching your pace to hers. The two of you walk.

“Why does nobody seem to take into consideration that you saw Rowan’s death as well? You’re like a phantom to them. Which means my only witness is a ghost.” She grumbles.

You shrug but realize she can’t see it if you’re behind her.

“I’m Nevermore’s ghost, remember? They can’t say I’m lying if I’m gone by the time they see me. Plus, I don’t think most of them know I was even there, I’m not exactly as vocal as you.”

“How is it that you seem to be everywhere?” Her tone is still monotone.

“I like to watch.” Your voice is low. It’s not a secret but it’s not something you admit out loud. “I’m not everywhere, I'm just where it seems to matter.”

She hums. She’s quiet for a moment. “I have an idea to get you out of both your plans.” You sigh. “And that is?”

“Enid. I’ll ask her to attend the Hummer’s meeting, giving Eugene someone to concentrate on. Giving us an alibi in case Weems asks where we were after classes.” She pauses.

“And given Enid’s insistence that I make acquaintances, I’m sure she’ll allow you to have less responsibilities regarding the Poe Cup.” You think about it.

This way you won’t be expected to be at two places at once. And having a reliable alibi like Eugene means Weems won’t get suspicious. As much as you liked being around Weems, whatever killed Rowan in the woods has to be found.

You can’t deny it’s an adequate plan. “And if it fails?”

“We adapt.”

You smirk. Any other answer would have been inadmissible.

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You walk ahead towards the Black Cats’ boat.

“Sorry, I got held up.” You apologize. Yoko raises an eyebrow. “By what?” Enid asked. She’s not mad, she finds it a bit funny.

“I have to get back to the woods, but Weems has been watching me like a vulture circling a carcass.” Wednesday says to Enid. Straight to the point. “Nevermind, I see why.” Enid mumbles lowly before returning to her regular voice. “And you want me to cover so that you can return to the scene of a crime that didn’t happen?”

“I have beekeeping club this afternoon. I need you as a decoy.”

Huh, so this is why people like having roommates. You never had that ‘you’re thinking what I’m thinking’ experience with your roommates. That’s why you opted for a single room.

Enid winces. “Sorry. Two strikes. I’m busy and bees totally creep me out.” You make note of that. Never too much information right?

“Why don’t you ask Thing? Oh wait, you can’t, because he’s mad at you.” You keep forgetting about Thing. You’ve seen him maybe three times? Being friends with a severed hand would be cool though.

Wednesday raises an eyebrow and turns to Enid fully. “Why is he mad? He’s the one who screwed up with Rowan.” Yoko taps your leg as you watch the two. You look down at her painting the boat and she hands you a brush.

You kneel down to help her finish one of the eyes. That doesn’t mean you can’t still hear Enid and Wednesday though.

“All I know is that we spent an hour giving each other manis, and he really opened up. He feels like you don’t respect him as a person.” You and Yoko look at each other.

“Well technically he’s only a hand.” You look up the two, smiling as you see Wednesday’s side eye towards Enid.

“Wednesday! He’s your family. And he would do anything for you.” Enid smugly looks back at the boat.

“Go apologize and I’ll reconsider helping you.” Her eyes have a sparkle, like she knows she won.

Wednesday hesitantly looks at you, you nod. She looks at Enid and clenches her jaw before walking back towards Nevermore’s main building.

“So… Wednesday?” Enid says, trailing off. She squints at you with a small smile. “Blink twice if you need help.” She says right after.

You scoff with a smile. “I believe her, y’know—about Rowan.” Enid hums. The conversation goes quiet.

“Oh, I designed the other traps, just not sure how to make them.” You put the brush down inside Yoko’s plastic water cup.

“I have to get to the beekeeping club, but I can bring them after. If Wednesday doesn’t drag me along.”

Enid grimaces. “As much as I want her to apologize to Thing, if I get stung by a bee I will freak out.”

You laugh. “Don’t worry, Eugene has beekeeping suits for a reason. You’ll be fine.”

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You stand next to one of Eugene’s honey jar tables. There’s a bee sitting on the top of your head. You trust them not to sting you.

Your calmness however didn’t stop Enid from freaking out for at least 3 minutes before coming into the shed. You hand the helmet of the suit to Enid.

“You’ll be fine Enid.” You try to reassure her but the bee nestled in your hair isn’t helping you.

“If Weems comes sniffing around keep your distance, look grim, and don’t say a word.”

“Payback is going to be a bitch.” You’re not sure if Enid’s saying that to Wednesday for bringing her here, or you for encouraging her antics.

“I’d expect nothing less.” Wednesday replies flatly. She walks to Eugene whose on the other side of the shed.

“Blab and I will squeeze you like a honeycomb.” She says. Eugene turns to her.

“Snitches get stung. It’s hive code.” He smiles.

“Besides, I should be thanking you. This is the most girls I’ve ever had in the shed. Other than bees.”

“Shocking.” Wednesday replies. You smile but you hide it with your hand.

Eugene glances at Enid. “I’ve always had a thing for werewolf chicks.” You internally groan.

“The chance that Enid ever becomes romantically interested in you is less than 1%.” You shake your head. That’ll only encourage him.

“So I’ve still got a shot?” He smiles. “Yes!” He pumps his hand in victory.

Your shoulders shake a little as you let out a small laugh. Wednesday glares at you before walking forward towards the door. “I need you to shadow.” She walks past you.

You walk behind her. She opens the door. “Invisible. I want to see what Galpin’s search party missed.” You hum.

“And where how do you know they missed something?” You ask. Wednesday doesn’t slow down as she walks down the forest path behind the shed. “Just follow.” You smile but you don’t respond.

When Wednesday turns back you’re gone—just like she told you to be.

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Wednesday walks towards one of the trees in the clearing Rowan died in. She’s looking down for evidence on the ground. You follow behind her looking around the treeline.

If Galpin’s actually committed to the case, he might come back.

Something moves in the distance. It’s Galpin and his dog. You sprint to Wednesday who isn’t very far ahead and pull her back around the tree, hand over her mouth. She can ask questions after.

Her body’s slack in your grip—she knows it’s you.

Someone bumps into you from behind. You exhale sharply before letting Wednesday go—pinning whoever it is behind the tree until Galpin and the dog leave.

“Woah.” You look up. It’s Tyler. Shit.

You’re still invisible.

Wednesday’s eyes move erratically around him, looking for you.

You push back—he stammers to hold himself upright. His eyes looking around. Your invisibility slips away in a pixel shimmer. Tyler’s eyes are wide.

“What…” He trails off, looking at you.

Your eyes nervously move to Wednesday. She’s glaring at Tyler. “What are you doing?” She asks sharply.

He tenses, standing up properly now. “I just—Sorry, I didn’t want Elvis to pick up your scent.” You take a step back so you’re closer to Wednesday, giving him his space.

“Hmm. How’d you throw them off?” She says. He awkwardly reaches into his pocket, pulling out a bag of coffee with a wryly chuckle.

“Coffee grounds?” Wednesday says. His eyes flicker between you two, he doesn’t know who to look at. He looks at the ground, putting the bag back in his pocket. “Deer hunting hack.”

“One of the perks of being a part-time barista.” His eyes stop moving around, instead he chooses to just look at Wednesday. You turn your head to check if the sheriff was coming back.

“I assume your father didn’t bring the bloodhound to play fetch.” You can see Wednesday’s unblinking gaze settle on Tyler in your peripheral vision.

“He doesn’t tell me shit.” You hear him quickly add on. “You must think it’s weird I’m stalking him.” He says slowly.

“No, I consistently stalk my parents.” Wednesday starts walking, continuing her search.

“Hey, wait, what really happened the other night at the festival?” He follows her, glancing at you. “You guys clearly aren’t normal.” He looks back ahead at Wednesday.

“Look, I swear I won’t say anything to my dad.” She stops walking and swivels to face him with a blank face.

“I thought Rowan was in danger. Turns out I was wrong. Then he proceeded to use his telekinesis to try and choke me to death.” Then she turns around and keeps searching.

Tyler’s eyes look at you two. “Holy shit. Wh…Why would he do that?” You exhale and look around as the two talk.

“No idea. That’s when the monster came out of the shadows and gutted him.” You close your eyes for a second as the memory comes back to you.

“Whoa, Whoa… so you really saw it.”

“She did too. Even if nobody acknowledges that fact.” Wednesday says glancing at you. You shrug, but you’re not sure if she saw it.

“And it didn’t try to kill you two?”

She hums. “It actually saved me from Rowan. That’s the part I’m trying to figure out. I came out her to find something that can prove he was murdered and that I haven’t lost my mind. Yet.” Leaves crunch under her shoe as she walks.

“So what’s she? Like your stalker or your second shadow?” You smile.

“Stalker is much too flattering of a term.”

Before Tyler can respond Wednesday's eyes lock onto something on the ground in front of her. She quickly walks towards it and so do you. It’s Rowan’s glasses…

Part of you scoffs at her discovery. You were out here with Galpin’s search party and you still missed it.

“These are Rowan’s.” Her eyes narrow. “I knew it was a cover-up.” She grabs them and her head goes back. You quickly lean towards her, hand reaching to protect her head thinking she was going to fall back—but she doesn’t. Her body is stiff.

You and Tyler nervously flicker yours eyes to each other and to Wednesday.

“Does this… happen often?”

You sigh. “More so now… Give her a minute.”

He nods hesitantly. A few seconds pass and Wednesday's head goes back down. You realize your hand is still on her nape and you pull it away.

“Okay?”

Her eyes are wide as they look at the glasses. Your thoughts go back to what Weems said.

‘Your mother started having visions when she was around your age.’

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“I keep seeing that same purple book.” Wednesday says to to Thing. She made you come along to the library with the promise of helping you with your traps for the Poe Cup. Thing was more than happy to help you make them.

You arms are crossed as you stand in front of one of the library tables behind Wednesday. Her bag over your shoulder. Thing moves a book towards her.

“The cover was darker. More like a day-old contusion. Keep looking.” While Wednesday holds a sketch she made and Thing looks over the bookshelf, you use your phone and open the browser.

Most of your recent searches are new vocabulary words—courtesy of Wednesday. ‘Contusion’ you search up. She was talking about a bruise.

You look up with a jump as Thornhill’s voice echoes through the library. “I don’t usually find students in here looking for actual books.” She says with a chuckle.

“Most sneak in to make out.” Her eyes on Wednesday but she takes a small glance at you with a smile.

“I accidentally walked in on two vampires fanging. I can’t unsee that.” Wednesday says. Thornhill smiles and puts her hands together. “Is there something I can help you two find?”

Wednesday's eyes flicker—examining her. She looks down at her sketch, unfolding it to show to her. “Have you seen this before? It’s a watermark from a book I’m looking for.”

Thornhill’s eyes lock onto it. “I think it’s the symbol to an old student society. Um… The Nightshades.”

Oh. Them.

It sounds familiar, you think Bianca tried to recruit you—twice. Xavier too. You didn't want to though. Should you tell Wednesday? Surely she’ll figure it out.

Wednesday hums. “Like the deadly flower. Color me intrigued.”

Thornhill continues. “I was told they disbanded years ago.” You almost snort but quickly realize you shouldn’t.

“Any idea why?” Wednesday asks, but Thornhill shakes her head. “Sorry.”

Wednesday nods and walks towards you, holding out the sketch. You take it and carefully put it in her bag.

“I was very impressed with your answers in class today. Y/N is the only one whose challenged Bianca like that.”

“My mother is a carnivorous plant aficionado.”

Wednesday continues. “I assume I get my red thumb from her.” She hands you her pen after you place the sketch somewhere safe. She watches you.

Everything in her bag seems to have a place, you just have to look for it. You make note of that. Nothing seems to be out of order or freely placed.

“Are you and your mother close?” You hear her ask.

“Like two inmates sentenced to life on the same cell block.” You smile. Wednesday’s eyes glance at you.

“I know it can’t be easy… showing up mid-semester.” Thornhill says.

“I’ve been here for a year and a half, and I still feel like an outsider.” That makes you sad. You noticed how teachers didn’t disrespect her but they didn’t chat with her in the hallway after classes like they did with the others.

Perks of being a ghost, nobody knows you’re there. You would watch as she put her head down and kept walking.

Definitely villain-arc material.

“Is that because you’re the only normie on the staff?” You close your eyes in grimace. Who told her?

“Enid told me.” You sigh quietly from your spot near the table. Of course she did.

“To tell you the truth, I’ve never really fit in anywhere.” There’s a pause.

“Too odd for the normies, not odd enough for the outcasts.” She smiles towards you. You’ve never treated her differently, you even shadowed her a bit. Although you stopped because something always felt wrong when you did.

Weems is funner anyways.

She sighs. “I thought Nevermore would be different, but there’s still a handful of teachers who will barely acknowledge me.”

Wednesday responds. “I act as if I don’t care if people dislike me. Deep down.” You shift uncomfortably, too much emotion from her. “I secretly enjoy it.” She ends. You pause. That feels much more familiar.

Thornhill smiles at her. “Never lose that Wednesday.”

“Lose what?” Thornhill sighs again. “The ability to not let others define you. It’s a gift. I admire the two of you for having it.” Her eyes shift to you and then back to Wednesday.

“It doesn’t always feel that way.” Wednesday says.

“The most interesting plants grow in the shade.” Thornhill walks to the door leading to another section of the library. “Oh.” She turns back. “And if you ever need anyone to talk to, the door to the conservatory is always open.” She nods at you before walking away again.

You take a step towards Wednesday. “Find it?” You whisper into the empty air. Wednesday shakes her head.

“Thing.” She calls. Thing crawls back and does a shrug motion. She hums.

“Rowan must have had it in his dorm.”

You think. “His dorm is packed, it should be gone.”

“One way to find out.” Wednesday says.

Fuck.

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“Why’d I agree to this?” You grumble, helping her onto Xavier’s balcony.

“You didn’t.” Wednesday dusts herself off.

You sigh, looking in the window. The lights are off. You jingle the balcony door—locked. Before you can say anything Wednesday pushes past you and starts unlocking it. Where did she get a lock pick? You realize it’s probably better not to ask questions.

She opens the door once it’s unlocked, walking inside. “Let’s just hurry before he comes back from his run.” You say. As if on cue, the front door starts jingling.

You close the door and grab Wednesday, making both of you disappear. You hadn’t tried it before but it works. Xavier opens the door and turns on the light before walking to the bathroom to change.

Once the door to the bathroom closes Wednesday pulls out of your grip and starts looking around. “That purple book has got to be around here somewhere.” She says. Thing climbs on your shoulder before jumping onto Xavier’s dresser.

Her eyes fall on Xavier’s desk. “Start investigating.” You nod absentmindedly. Thing goes to the bookshelf first, Wednesday searches the desks.

You turn and lock on Rowan’s dresser. You walk to it and quietly open the drawers to see if anything was left behind. You hear Wednesday flipping the pages of Xavier’s sketchbook.

“Nothing.” You whisper—turning back to her. She pulls a black light out of her pocket and walks to Rowan’s bed. She turns off the room light and flicks her black light on.

Wednesday scans Rowan’s bed with the light. Thing goes back to checking the bookcase. You watch as Wednesday flicks the blacklight to Rowan’s desk. Nothing.

“Under the bed.” You whisper. She looks at you then at the ground. She crouches under the bed, you know you were right when you hear something open. “Under the floor.” She whispers.

Her head comes back up from under the bed, she’s holding a mask. You walk closer to her as she uses the black light on it. “Rowan’s full of surprises.” There’s a small pause in the room. This is what she wanted.

You both get up, having the same thought. You put your hand on the door to open it but pause when someone knocks on Xavier’s door.

Wednesday quickly dives down to hide under the bed. Just as she turns to look at you, she blinks and you’re gone. Her eyes dart around confused. There was no flicker, no shimmer, nothing. You were just gone.

The two of you hold your breath and Xavier comes out of his bathroom. He walks to the door. It’s Bianca? She has a small smile on her face.

He sighs. “You’re not supposed to be here.” He pulls her in. She scoffs. “Nice to see you too.”

He walks to his bed. “How’d you get past the Housemaster? Use your siren powers?” You slowly shuffle to Rowan’s side of the room. It’s darker there, easier to stay invisible with less light to manipulate.

Bianca responds quickly. “Not while wearing this.” Her hand goes to her necklace.

Her hands go out to make a ‘what the hell’ gesture. “Would it kill you to not think the worst of me for once?” She walks towards him. Xavier does not look happy.

“What do you want, Bianca?” He sighs.

“To see how you’re doing.” Your eyes look down to Wednesday. Thing is next to her. At least Wednesday’s dark outfit makes it harder to spot her.

“I’m sorry about Rowan. I know you guys used to be close.”

“Since when did you give a damn about Rowan?”

You watch awkwardly, sinking further into the dark corner you found yourself in. Why are you always there for the awkward moments?

“You were the one afraid he’d do something to Wednesday.”

Your eyes widen. What?

“Isn’t that why you’ve been following her like an eager-eyed puppy? Or is there something more?” Bianca accuses.

Wednesday’s eyes shift from Bianca to Xavier.

“Seriously, what do you see in her?” Bianca presses.

Xavier gets up from his bed and walks to his desk, closing the sketchbook. He leaves his hand on top of it as he turns to face Bianca who walks towards him.

“You have a thing for tragic goth girls with a funeral-parlor fashion sense?”

“How about you ask Y/N that, she’s glued to her. Why are you here Bianca?” He emphasizes the last part.

“Y/N is Y/N, she’d marry any goth girl that looked at her.” You nod along admittedly. It’s a fair assessment.

Bianca continues. “I want to know what you see in her.” She crosses her arms.

“Maybe it’s because she hasn’t tried to manipulate me.” Your face makes an expression like you just watched a plot twist scene in a telenovela. This might be better than finding gossip for Enid.

“I make one mistake and you can’t forgive me.” Bianca says, making a small pause. “She treats you like crap and you can’t get enough.” Xavier’s face doesn’t have an emotion you can pinpoint. It’s between annoyed and mad—even a little confused.

“Why are you so fixated on Wednesday?”

“Because she thinks she’s better than everyone else.” Bianca retorts angrily, but she continues on. “I can’t wait to crush Ophelia Hall tomorrow and watch her werewolf roommate crumble.” She smiles, walking next to Xavier.

“It’s gonna be a Poe Cup finale to remember.”

“And Y/N?”

“She’ll be fine.” She says. Xavier scoffs.

“I hate to think what you’ve got planned.” He says.

“My games already started.”

Your eyebrows furrow. What does that mean? You see Wednesday and Thing look at each other for a second before turning back to Bianca and Xavier.

“Is that so wrong?” Their shoulders are touching. Yet again you feel that familiar discomfort in your chest whenever you witness a private moment.

“And you wonder why I broke up with you.” He doesn’t blink as he looks at Bianca.

“You used to love my killer instinct.” She smiles, grabbing Xavier’s hand before pulling him away from his desk.

“We were good together, Xavier.” He doesn’t move, letting Bianca pull on him.

“Were we? Or is that just how you wanted me to feel?” Bianca’s mouth falls open looking for a response. She closes it before talking. “Trust me.” She lets go of his hand and takes a step back. Her voice lowers.

“Wednesday Addams is not the girl of your dreams.”

“She’s the stuff of your nightmares.”

Bianca turns and walks towards Xavier’s door.

“And Y/N? You’re not gonna warn her?” Xavier says—his tone sharp. Bianca’s hand rests on the door knob.

“The ghost of Nevermore?” She smirks. “She would be someone’s alibi if they asked. She’ll be fine.” She opens the door and leaves.

It slams behind her.

Wednesday and Thing look at each other. You look at Xavier. Damn. He’s stressed.

He sighs. He rubs his face with his hands. He grabs a speaker from his drawer and goes to the bathroom, closing the door. Wednesday quickly slides out from under the bed—mask in hand.

You dive towards the balcony door next to her. Opening it once you hear the shower running. The cold night air stings your lungs as you hold the door open for Wednesday and Thing.

“Let’s get out of here. Please.” You mumble, more to yourself than her.

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“C’mon. Before Weems catches us.” You say to her. Moving towards Ophelia Hall.

“Do you control how fast you disappear?” She asks you. You pause for a second.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I can. The transition effects are more out of courtesy.” She scoffs.

“I would get rid of that. It’s much more terrifying for someone to blink and you’re gone.” You hum, avoiding the main entrance of Ophelia Hall.

“You can get to your balcony from my window through the roof, it’ll be easier than trying to sneak past Weems. I don’t doubt she’s waiting to see if you try to leave at night.”

Wednesday doesn’t say anything as she follows you. Is this how she feels? Feeling another shadow in line with yours?

You shake the thought, unlocking the door to your dorm.

“There’s a small path on the roof that connects the buildings. I used it on April Fools' to scare Bianca, it’s safe.” You say, already going to your window to open it

Wednesday closes and locks the door behind you.

You make a grabby hand towards her. She raises an eyebrow. “Your bag. It’ll be easier.” She doesn’t blink as she slips off her backpack, handing it to you.

“C’mon.” You take the first few steps, showing Wednesday where to step and climb.

“Impressive.”

You still. You awkwardly nod as she figures out where to go to get to her balcony. The top of the roof is flat, she walks ahead of you already recognizing the way to her dorm.

It’s really fucking cold.

When you two get there she slides down the rain gutter just like she did at Kinbott’s office. You don’t mention it, you just do the same thing.

“Ok.” The air is still, not even a slight breeze. Which is odd considering a few seconds ago you were freezing.

You carefully take off her backpack—holding it out to her. She puts it back on, Thing climbing out to rest on her shoulder.

“I’ll send Thing over tomorrow morning to look over your Poe Cup designs. He’s an Addams, his inventions are adequate. It runs in the family.” You smile and give her a nod.

“Alright then. Goodnight Wednesday.” She nods and looks down. You sigh and turn around finding a way to climb up.

You hear the squeak of her balcony door. A low sob cuts the air until the door closes.

Enid?

You hesitate. Enid might not be your best friend but you two were still friends—somewhat.

Your mind flips between your options. If you check on her it might make it awkward considering you would be going through the balcony. The sob lingers in your ears.

You keep climbing up the roof.

If Wednesday wanted you to help she would have turned back and called for you. They’ll be okay.

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“Looks like the Ghost of Nevermore finally wandered off Addams’ leash.” You turn your head to look behind you, it’s Bianca. Her arms are crossed and she has that permanent smug look on her.

You sigh and turn back to your book. You’ll have plenty of opportunities to talk back during the Poe Cup.

Last night Thing came by your dorm and told you—or rather tapped to you—that Wednesday would be joining the Poe Cup as Enid’s co-pilot.

You two went over your designs and he liked them so he brought them to Wednesday. They started on your designs, you helped the two finish them in the morning.

Now you’re next to Enid outside Nevermore, waiting for Wednesday’s confirmation.

“What’s going on there anyways?” Bianca asks, walking over to lean next to you. Enid looks between you two, you wave her off.

“Some ghosts are shades, not poltergeists.”

She chuckles and sits next to you. “Mhm.” She hums. “Y’know I love you but I’m still gonna crush you today.” You smile. “I don’t know about that one.”

She sighs, a small smile resting on her face. She puts her hand out. You shake it.

“Can’t beat a ghost if you can’t see it.”

“Can’t beat a siren if it drags you under.”

You both smile, competitive glints in your eyes. She walks off. Enid looks at you.

“Seriously?”

You shrug. “I don’t have any ill will towards anyone.” Except maybe Rowan—but you don’t vocalize that.

Enid scoffs. Squealing when she sees Wednesday. You look up and see her too. Just in time to see Bianca turn her head for a second when Wednesday walks by.

You smirk. You close your book after placing a bookmark. The Great Gatsby isn’t that bad. Wednesday leans next to Enid. “We’re all set.” Enid says.

“Good. Thing’s in position.”

“Want to tell me what you two were up to all night?”

“And spoil the surprise?”

Enid smiles widely. “Speaking of surprises… your costumes in the tent.”

Wednesday’s eyes go wide. “Costume?” She asks. Enid’s smile doesn’t falter. Neither does yours.

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Wednesday walks out of the tent—her expression would be comical if you weren’t the victim of it. She walks towards you two. You and Enid are already in your costumes.

“O.M.G, you look purr-fect!” Enid does a little cat motion with her hands. Her smile falls.

“Only thing, where are your whiskers?”

“Ask again and you’ll be down to eight lives.”

Enid smiles. The three of you look towards the boats as Weems’ announcement plays. It’s almost time.

“It’s ok, Y/N won’t put them on either.” Wednesday’s eyes switch to you.

You don’t have any face paint on either. “Makes me uncomfortable.” You say.

She doesn’t question it. Enid jumps cheerfully. “C’mon.” She says, dragging you to the boat by your wrist, Wednesday following.

You sit down first. You’re in the back seat. Wednesday sits in front of you and then Enid in front of her. One of Enid and Yoko’s friends in the front seat. You forget her name…

Wednesday hands you an oar. You take it—fumbling it, trying to remember how to position it. “Like this.” Wednesday helps you. You nod.

Enid looks over at Ajax with a smile, but he looks away. “Focus.” Wednesday says. Looking over at Xavier. You look at her.

“What do we have here?” Bianca says from her boat. You and Wednesday look at her. “The runt of the litter.” Bianca says again, directing it to Wednesday.

Wednesday stays quiet for a moment. “For the record, I don’t believe I’m better than everyone else.” Bianca’s eyebrows furrow. You resist the urge to wince, now Bianca knows Wednesday was there yesterday.

“Just that I’m better than you.” Wednesday ends. You smile. From the corner of your eye you can see Xavier smile too.

Weems announces the cup. You ignore most of it—although you tune in to hear ‘dating back 125 years.’ We’ve done the Poe Cup that long?

Thing tugs at you, you look down at him and nod. Ignoring Bianca’s look. You listen to Weems now.

“Each team must toe across Raven Island, pull a flag from Crackstone’s Crypt, and hustle back without sinking or being sunk.” Thing moves to be in front of Wednesday.

“First team to cross the finish line with their flag wins the cup and bragging rights for a year—as well as some special privileges.”

You smile as Weems puts the fake gun in the air. You know it’s fake but seeing Weems with one is funny to you. “Let the Poe Cup begin.” She hits the trigger, releasing the blank shot.

The four of you begin to row. Your arm burns slightly, not being used to the movement. Ajax and Xavier’s team bumps into you.

“Excuse us.” One of them says. They row ahead of your boat, blocking it. You glance behind you.

“Bianca’s behind.” You warn Wednesday. She nods. Your eyes move to movement on your right. One of Bianca’s siren friends just jumped into the water.

Before you can say anything another boat rows next to you four.

‘The Pit and the Pendulums’ is on the side of the boat.

Something clicks and all four of you dodge an incoming axe. “Fuck.” You wince quietly as the axe sways above you. Eventually it pulls back. Before you can do anything their boat stops.

It starts moving the opposite way they want it to. You grin—the siren’s doing. They hit a red buoy and fall into the water.

You keep rowing until Wednesday puts her oar down and looks into the distance with a comically small monocular.

“Thing.” She says. He moves to the switch next to you and pulls it. Your net idea.

You can’t hear the net release but the bubbles on the water’s surface tells you it hit the siren. You knew it would work. You grin at your internal victory.

Xavier’s team hits the shore in front of you, the four of you row faster.

When your boat lands you and Wednesday get up. Enid moves to follow but Wednesday stops her. “Stay here and make sure Bianca can’t sabotage our boat. We’ll get the flag.”

You follow Wednesday as she runs towards the Crypt.

Xavier and Ajax run past you two after getting their flag. “Later ladies.” Xavier yells as they run. They’re close enough that you trip him and keep running with a smile when you hear him drop behind you.

When Wednesday grabs the flag her head goes back again. “Shit.” You say under your breath.

She starts falling and you run forward, barely catching her. Your eyes wide. The flag doesn’t matter right now. Her head resting on your knees as you kneel on the ground.

The flag lays beside you.

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Wednesday looks around. She’s in same spot she was before but the world has a blue hue. Her eyes wander around to look for you.

She turns—making eye contact with a girl that looks just like her. Except her hair is blonde and her clothes white. She has a book in her right hand. Wednesday’s eyebrows furrow slightly but she doesn’t blink or look away.

Neither does the girl.

“You are the key.” She says.

“She’s the specter.”

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You shake Wednesday. “C’mon.” You whisper.

Bianca’s team runs up beside you. You look at her. She looks slightly worried but she runs to her flag anyway with her teammate.

“Taking a cat nap?” She says. Ironically she says it the moment Wednesday’s eyes open. She looks around, watching as Bianca runs back. Her head flickers back to the crypt.

“Let’s go.” Wednesday says. She gets up and starts running—trusting you to grab the flag.

You do, running behind her. You’ll question her later.

By the time you two get there the other two teams are already rowing away.

“Come on! Hurry up, we have to go!”

You two settle in the boat after you secure the flag on the front. As you row past Xavier and Ajax their boat starts to sink. Enid cheers in front of you.

“I just asked myself WWWD? What would Wednesday do.” She says. You smile.

Wednesday stops rowing when your team catches up to Bianca. You grin knowing what trap she’s going to use next.

She flips the lever, spikes poke out of your boat. Now all you have to do is get next to her.

You row harder hoping it helps. Bianca’s teammates look back at you four as you get close.

But just as the spikes are inches away from their boat your boat gets pushed. Dammit. The siren escaped the net. Your boat starts heading towards another red buoy.

Thing climbs up to the ledge of the boat next to you and jumps into the water. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion until the boat stops being pushed.

You don’t notice it but the sides of Wednesday’s lips twitch up at Thing’s idea.

Bianca’s eyes go wide as your team catches up again, the spikes scratching their boat until it finally pokes through. Water starts to drag them down.

“Gotcha!” Enid says in victory.

You don’t look back like Enid and Wednesday do, you keep rowing. You're exhausted from today.

And I still have to ask Wednesday what happened.

The two of them jump out of the boat first. They’re captain and co-pilot, they should go first. You and the other girl—what was her name—run behind them.

You grin as you look back at the boat and see Thing shaking the water off of him like a dog.

Beside you Enid screams in victory. “Admit it, you kinda got into the whole school spirit thing.” She says.

Wednesday looks back at Bianca with you. This time you do see the small smirk Wednesday has as Bianca glares at her.

“You didn’t tell me it was a dark, vengeful spirit.”

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“The first Poe Cup took place in 1897.”

You stand behind Wednesday as Weems announces the winners. Enid is next to her. The other girl behind her.

Seriously, what was her name?

“As a way to not only honor Nevermore’s most famous alumni, but to celebrate those values that outcasts share. Community, perseverance and determination.”

And physical harm. You think with a smile. I’m so funny.

“And we certainly saw those values on display today.” Weems picks up the giant black trophy and hands it to Enid. You smile. You can’t see her face from here but she must be happy.

“Whoo!” She screams and puts the trophy up. Definitely happy. “Congratulations to Ophelia Hall!” Weems says.

Wednesday leaves. You sigh. You want to be here with Enid but part of you wants to follow her.

And you hate this crowd. Seriously. Wait. I still have to ask her what happened when she got the flag. That excuse is good enough for you and you follow her.

She goes inside and sits next to the statue of Edgar Allan Poe. She sighs and her head goes back to hit the statue. Her eyes are closed.

“Want to tell me what happened there?” You ask, walking inside. She opens them to look at you but her eyes quickly glance up again.

You look at her confused. Her eyes don’t move from the book the statue is holding.

“What are you two doing down here?” Enid says behind you. You turn and give her an awkward smile. She frowns at you and walks to Wednesday.

“Hiding.” Wednesday says, standing up when Enid pulls on her elbow. “People keep randomly smiling at me, it’s unsettling.”

“It’s called having your moment.” You sigh and move so they can walk past you back outside. You follow behind them. “Not sure how much more of this moment I can take.” You say under your breath.

You’re not sure if they hear it because nobody says anything.

“You took down Bianca Barclay, try to enjoy it.” Enid says to Wednesday. “The girls want to know if you want to hang out later. Same goes for you Y/N.” She adds. You groan and she smiles.

Wednesday separates herself from Enid. “Oh come on, it won’t kill you two.”

Wednesday looks at her—she’s actually contemplating it? “I’ll think about it.” She responds. Enid nods and turns to you with a smile.

You sigh. “Maybe.”

She squeals and skips back to the table with Yoko and that girl.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, a soft squeeze accompanying it. You turn and smile when you see Weems.

“It’s good to see you fitting in Wednesday. Just like your mother.” She tries to praise. You close your eyes with a small grin and look down. You haven’t known Wednesday long but you know she won’t like that.

“My mother and I are two different people/species/everything.” Wednesday using ‘/‘ in a sentence? She’s been around Enid too much.

Weems' smile doesn’t fall. “The last time Ophelia Hall won the Poe Cup, your mother captained the team. I was her co-pilot.” She continues.

“Maybe you two are more alike than you think.”

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You wait by the Edgar Allan Poe statue. You know Wednesday is going to come back. While you’re here you look at the symbol she saw last time you saw her.

You hear soft footsteps echo down the hall. “Addams.” You say, getting up from the statue and turning to lean against the wall near it.

“I was wondering if you’d be here.” She says, going to the statue to examine the symbol under the book. She turns on a small flashlight.

She moves the light around, you watch. Simultaneously straining your ears for anyone else’s footsteps. She steps on the statue to look inside the book, writing something down on a notepad she got from her pocket.

“It’s a riddle.” You whisper in realization. What else would she be writing down? She doesn’t comment. She gets down from the statue after a second, standing next to you. She flicks her flashlight to her notepad, a slight smirk on her lips.

“Snap twice.” She murmurs. She puts the light away and turns around. Two clean snaps fills the air.

You uncross your arms and stand up properly behind her as the statue moves. The raven on the statue’s arm moves—its wings go down and the wall behind the statue moves.

“Visible?” You ask her.

“Just barely.” Your thoughts short circuit. What does that mean? You decide on following her instructions clearly. You don’t do a transition effect, not in front of Wednesday.

Your body is just barely visible. There’s a fair shimmer outlining you—something someone would have to look closely at to identify. She pulls out her light again.

“I can go first.” You whisper. She shakes her head, shining the light in front of her as she steps through the newly revealed passageway.

You follow her down a set of spiral stairs. This place is creepy. There’s photos along the wall. Creepy.

Wednesday’s flashlight lingers on a certain photo before moving towards a bookshelf. She walks to it, her finger moving to choose one. The notebook still in her left hand.

You want to see what photo she was looking at but you respect her privacy and move towards the bottom of the stairs to start walking up when she’s done.

You turn around—freezing when you see Xavier with a black bag behind Wednesday. Pulling it over her head.

What the hell? Wait.

‘Nightshades.’ You remember. This is the Nightshade’s hideout. You internally groan.

You’re not going to get sleep today, are you?

╰── Next Episode ──╮

A/N: A lot happened in this episode but I finally got it done.

Warnings: None

Wednesday Season One Episode One

Summary: When Wednesday first arrives at Nevermore, Weems asks you to keep on eye on her. So you do—following Wednesday as if you were an unseen second shadow.

Reader Insert - Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Masterlist | Next

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Word Count: 6.7K

A/N: This was awful to proofread but I finally got it done.

Weems’ office is shockingly big. There’s a fireplace in one of the walls and a giant window facing the front of Nevermore. “Why am I here?” You ask her, already moving to sit in one of the chairs across her desk.

There’s a knock on her office door. She sighs.

“We have a new student coming in today, they’re early. Hide.” You don’t question her. A second later you’re gone, transparent. Weems says you’re a chameleon, but you think you’re more of a shadow.

Three people walk in a moment later. You silently get up from your seat, you can’t be seen but you can be felt. It’s a shorter man and a fairly tall woman, with a girl who seems to be their daughter.

The three have similar apparel, black with little white to complement it. You walk around to Weems’ side of the desk as they talk.

“Wednesday is certainly a unique name.” Weems says after a minute of them talking. “I’m guessing it was the day of the week you were born?”

“I was born on Friday the 13th.” The daughter, Wednesday, says quickly. Her mother, who you learned is called Morticia, smiles. “Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme. Wednesday’s child is full of woe.”

You smile. Definitely not a normal family. The room is quiet for a moment, the only sound being the fire place’s constant crackling.

Weems breaks the silence. “You always had a unique perspective of the world, Morticia.” Morticia just hums “Hmm” as her response.

“Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?” You smile at the tension. Weems has a polite smile and Morticia smiles too but it’s more of a nervous one. Her eyes glance at Wednesday who has this constant annoyed glare. “And you graduated with your sanity intact?” She asks.

“Impressive.” Morticia’s face makes you want to laugh. Her mouth relaxes, no longer smiling. I like this family.

Weems seems to switch the subject. “You’ve certainly had a very interesting educational journey. Eight schools in five years.” Her father looks proud.

“They haven’t built one strong enough to hold me. I bet this place isn’t any different.” Oh yeah, she definitely doesn’t want to be here- wait a minute. Last time a student-

You almost let out a groan. Last time Weems accepted a student that didn’t want to be here she made you be her little spy. You glance at Wednesday.

Gomez finally talks. “I believe what our daughter is trying to say is that she greatly appreciates the opportunity.” Morticia nods, putting on a small smile again.

“Nevermore doesn’t usually accept students mid-term, but given Wednesday’s perfect grades and your family’s long history with the school; I’ve spoken with the board and we’ve made an exception.” Gomez and Morticia look happy, they must have loved it here.

Wednesday, however, looks more mortified than she did before.

“Larissa, what about Wednesday’s, um… therapy sessions? The court ordered them.” Morticia says. Weems just nods with a hum. She doesn’t seem surprised. I wonder what’s on her record.

“The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho. She can meet twice a week.” Dr. Kinbott. You liked her.

“Did you hear that, my little storm cloud? You’re in excellent hands.” Gomez tells Wednesday. Aw that’s actually a pretty cute nickname-

“We’ll see if she survives the first session.” Wednesday’s tone is monotone but threatening at the same time. Cute nickname for a terrifying work of nature. Nice.

Her parents’ smiles fall slightly, Weems looks down awkwardly to see Wednesday’s file.

You look at Wednesday. The girl never blinks. Since she came in, not once. You wonder if she can sense you.

“I’ve assigned you to your mother’s old dorm. Ophelia Hall.” Morticia smiles widely and turns to her daughter.

“Refresh my memory. Ophelia’s the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?” You expect Morticia’s smile to fall again but it gets wider and she nods.

“Should we go meet your new roommate?” Weems finally says. She tells the Addams to wait outside her office as she gathers some papers. “Only for a moment.” She tells them. They leave.

“Y/N, she’s staying with Enid. I want you to monitor her after classes.” Weems says softly into the now—mostly empty—room.

“What am I? A mercenary?” You reappear in front of her desk. “Please.” She says. You sigh, nodding reluctantly. She’s basically your mother. “Can I go now?“ She nods. Your form shimmers away. You wait for Weems to exit the room before silently following behind her, still transparent.

As her and the Addams go left towards Ophelia Hall, you head right towards the quad.

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Enid’s sunshine-like behavior was beginning to torment Wednesday—but not in the satisfying ruthless torture way.

Since meeting Enid in her new dorm, she’s been constantly pestered by her. She should get an Instagram, a TikTok, get a new wardrobe.

“Welcome to the quad.” Enid bubbles.

“It’s a pentagon.” Wednesday says with a bored tone. Enid looks at her.

“The whole snarky Goth girl thing might have worked at normie school, but here things are different.” Enid chirps. Wednesday doesn’t look at her, instead she observes the various clumps of people

“Let me give you a wiki on Nevermore’s social scene.” Still sounding as happy as ever, walking along the pentagon’s walls.

“I’m not interested in participating in tribal adolescent cliches.” Wednesday’s eyes spot you.

You’re sitting on one of the steps leading down to the grass patch in the middle of the quad. A clothbound Penguin Classics edition of ‘The Fall of the House of Usher’ in your hands.

“Well, then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain. There are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales.” They stop walking.

You look up, feeling someone’s eyes on you. You and Wednesday meet each other's eyes. It doesn’t feel awkward, not in the way it does when someone catches you starring. It’s just—recognition.

“Those are the fangs-“ Enid pauses after Wednesday interrupts.

“Whose that?” Her voice is still as monotone as ever. Wednesday turns her head back to Enid.

“Oh that’s Y/N, she's pretty cool. Hard to pin down though. Sometimes she’s there and then she isn’t.”

Enid gestures back to you. Wednesday looks and you’re gone. Her eyes narrow, scanning the exits, trying to find a glimpse of you leaving.

“She does that a lot, light manipulation or something. One time I asked her to help me pull a prank on April Fools. It was so much fun.” Wednesday makes note of that. They keep walking, Enid continues her welcome tour.

You watch as she tells Wednesday who Bianca is. You’re still in the same spot, you didn’t move from the step. Just disappeared to see what Wednesday would do.

Smiling when Ajax’s snake goes back under his beanie after seeing Wednesday. You get up and reappear, walking towards Ophelia Hall.

Wednesday sees you leaving as you walk past Xavier. Her eyes track you until you’re out of sight.

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You lean against the archway of Nevermore’s entrance. You’re not in a visible form at the moment. Weems made you aware that Morticia, Wednesday’s mother, has agreed to let you supervise her daughter.

You witness Wednesday’s goodbyes to her brother and father. Eventually the two boys enter the car after Morticia asks for them to be alone for a moment. Leaving her alone with her daughter.

“Any plans you have of running away end right now.” You hear Morticia say. “I’ve alerted all family members to contact me the minute you darken their doorstep.”

You see Morticia’s eyes glance over to you. She saw you against the wall earlier, before you disappeared. “You have nowhere to go.” Her eyes go back to Wednesday.

Wednesday’s arms are still crossed. “As usual, you underestimate me, Mother. I will escape this educational penitentiary, and you will never hear from me again.” You watch Morticia sigh and shake her head.

“You are a brilliant girl, Wednesday, but sometimes you get in your own way.”

Maybe they are somewhat normal. You think.

“I’m sure you’ll grow to love Nevermore and find it as life-changing as I did.” She smiles.

“Oh, I got you a little something.” Morticia pulls out a pendant. She turns it. “W” she turns it again “M. Our initials. It’s made of obsidian, which Astec priests used to conjure visions.” Her smile is bigger now, showing teeth. “It’s a symbol of our connection.”

She gives it to Wednesday, who surprisingly enough, takes it. “Which one of your spirits suggested this toe-curling tchotchke?” Morticia’s smile falls, so does yours.

Wednesday continues anyways. “I’m not you, Mother. I will never fall in love or be a housewife, or have a family.”

“I’m told girls your age say hurtful things, and I shouldn’t take it to heart.” Maybe I shouldn’t be here. You start regretting following Weem’s lead. This feels like a private matter.

“Fortunately, you don’t have one.” Wednesday says. Morticia smiles. So that’s how their family dynamic works.

“Finally, a kind word for your mother.” You end it at that and walk off. This was a family matter, the scene feeling too private for you.

As you walk through the arched door behind Wednesday, you reappear. You did so carefully, making sure Wednesday didn’t see you.

Morticia did.

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Wednesday walks into the fencing club’s assigned room. There’s five long white mats for the students to fence on. All of them are occupied at the moment.

You wait for Coach to assign you to a mat. While you wait, you doodle ideas for your new fencing uniform. The one you’re wearing right now is the standard issued white one but it has small drawings on it.

You drew a raven on the chest so it would sit over your right breast. Then there’s a black cat on the outside of your left leg. There was even a small skull on your left knee. But your favorite drawing is on the back.

There’s a flock of birds, 13 in total, flying upwards to the left. 7 of those birds cascade down your legs. One of the flies above the rest.

Coach didn’t mind because the uniform was still functional, and nobody was going to comment on some doodles.

Wednesday cuts through the clashing bouts as if they were nothing but mundane obstacles. She stops when one of the students beats another. The loser falling onto the floor.

The student on the floor hazardly takes off their helmet. “Coach, coach, she tripped me.” The winner takes off their helmet too, its Bianca Barclay.

“It was a clean strike, Rowan.” The coach tells him.

“Maybe if you whined less and practiced more, you wouldn’t suck.” Bianca bites back. She turns to the coach.

“Seriously, Coach, when am I gonna get real competition?” The coach holds up Rowan’s classes so he can grab them.

“And don’t say Y/N, she’s too busy doodling away over there.” You hear your name and look up. Bianca is already looking at you. You move your arms as if to gesture ‘what the hell did I do?’

She rolls her eyes and turns back around. “Anyone else want to challenge me?”

“I do.” Wednesday answers quickly, already standing in front of her.

“Oh, you must be the psychopath they let in.” Bianca smiles. Wednesday doesn’t seem amused.

“And you must be the self-appointed Queen Bee. Interesting thing about bees. Pull out their stringers, and they drop dead.” You join the other fencers in their “Ooh’s.” You smile at Wednesday and Bianca’s antics.

“Rowan doesn’t need you to come to his defense. He’s not helpless, he’s lazy.” Rowan takes a breath of his inhaler.

You stand up, wanting a good view. You slip your helmet on. Putting your sketchbook in your bag.

“Are we doing this or not?” You hear Wednesday say.

You subtly walk to lean against the wall facing Wednesday’s back. This’ll be interesting to watch.

They don’t exchange any other words, just get into position on the mat.

“En garde.” You can’t see their eyes, but their movements speak for them. Nothing but clashes fill the room. Xavier and his partner stop fencing, wanting to watch Wednesday and Bianca as well. The other three groups stopping as well.

You flinch each time one of them gets close to touching the other. You hiss when you think Wednesday loses. But really, she’s all the way down on her heels with her saber touching Bianca’s chest.

“Point to Wednesday.” The coach says, murmurs fill the room.

Bianca lets Wednesday get up slowly before continuing after Wednesday strikes. Wednesday plays this one aggressively, but Bianca’s saber hits the top of her head when Wednesday goes for a lunge.

“The score is even.” Wednesday gets up and takes off her helmet, Bianca does too.

“That first point was clearly beginner’s luck. Let’s finish this.” Bianca says smugly. You’re still leaning against the wall. Your watch vibrates on your wrist. Dammit.

“I gotta go, fill me in after?” You ask Xavier. He nods and you leave, not noticing Wednesday’s subtle glance at you.

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You walk through Nevermore’s busy corridors. You’re invisible at the moment so you try your best to avoid walking into someone. Enid asked you for help confirming her latest gossip scoop with the promise of a future favor.

“Could you help me with this super big scoop? I’ll totally owe you one.”

You didn’t mind, not really. Enid’s favor system was ironclad, you could trust her to keep her word. Plus, helping Enid meant she wouldn’t post anything about you. You didn’t have anything to hide but everyone knowing your business would make your skin crawl.

Apparently, these two popular students in her English class broke up but nobody can confirm it. She asked you to find out. You had no idea who these students were and you truly didn’t care until you heard:

“Ruth? Yeah I’m still with her.”

You stop walking, scribbling down what you just heard with a shocked face. Now this is a turn of events. Suddenly you know why Enid has a gossip blog in the first place.

A few minutes ago you saw the boy kissing a girl who you know was not named Ruth. You want to stay and write some more but Wednesday is walking through the hall as well.

You follow her instead, closing the notebook and quietly slipping it in your bag.

Why are we going outside? Oh, Ophelia hall is this way.

It’s raining as she heads outside, opening her umbrella. You look down and suck it up. Walking behind her knowing invisibility will not protect you from the water. You look up from your feet, Wednesday stopped, now looking at a statue.

You heard it creak, groan as it started shifting. You don’t think—you just run.

“Wednesday!” You move out of invisible form and run to push her out the way. Lunging as she just stares, accepting her death. The statue shatters behind you.

“Fuck.” You say, looking back at it. You turn back to Wednesday. Your heart still pounding at the near death experience you witnessed. “Wednesday?” You shake her. Nothing.

Well fuck me huh? You think.

You’ll have to carry her. Wasn’t she just in the infirmary? You heard some students talking about her. Now you have to carry her back.

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You sit on the stool by the end of the cot’s frame. You study her. Her natural position sleeping position is a bit unconventional. With her arms crossed flat on her chest—like she’s posing for her funeral.

You sigh and look back down to your notebook, tapping the pen on the paper. You see movement in your vision and look at Wednesday. Her lashes flutter and then her eyes open.

“Welcome back.” You say, closing the notebook. She sits up rapidly.

“Just take it easy. The nurse said you don’t have a concussion, but you probably have a pretty nasty bump.” You try to calm her. She looks down like she’s sorting through her memories.

“The last thing I remember was walking outside feeling a mixture of rage, pity; and self-disgust.” You look down, suppressing a smile. She was funny in a weird way.

“I never felt that way before.” She says, glancing at you.

“Losing to Bianca has that effect on people, I think.” You look up at her. A small grin on your face.

“Then I looked up and saw that gargoyle coming down and I thought, well at least I’ll have an imaginative death.”

Her eyes sharpen as she looks at you. “Then you tackled me out of the way. Why?” Her head tilts slightly.

You let out a puff of air and look to your left through the window for a second. “Call it instinct?”

“So you were guided by latent chivalry? The tool of patriarchy to extract my undying gratitude.”

You hum and nod. “Y’know most people just say thank you.”

“I didn’t want to be rescued.”

“So I should have just let that thing smash you to mush?”

“I would have rather saved myself.”

You grin. “Well then, next time you have a near death experience I’ll document it instead.”

She looks at you, nodding once. “Good.”

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You were already in Jericho when Weems messaged you. ‘We’re almost there. Wait outside.’

Sighing, you put the phone back in your pocket and finish your drink while walking to Kinbott’s office.

Weems drove you here beforehand and let you get something at the Weathervane. Basically her payment for babysitting Wednesday.

Like a mother awarding her daughter.

You can’t go invisible in public, it would bring too much attention. You throw the now empty plastic cup in a trash can outside the white wooden building where ‘Dr. Valerie Kinbott Psychology’ is. There’s some other offices, Millar & Gough, Harper & Co, but you’ve never seen someone go to them.

You walk into the alleyway right next to the building and hide behind the trash before going invisible. If anyone saw you, they would just think they’re crazy.

Eventually Weem’s car shows up and you stand outside of it. You can see Wednesday talking to her in the front seat. After a minute of them talking she gets out of the car but turns back to Weems.

“And chauffeuring your students around is clearly below your pay grade.” Wednesday goes to close the door but Weems talks so she stops.

“Given your history, I’m sure you’re intent on running away. I’m here to prevent that from happening.” Wednesday tilts her head down.

“I wish you luck.” She closes the door.

Weems smiles as Wednesday walks through the glass double door of the building. You follow her silently as you both walk to the second floor and the office titled Kinbott’s Pyschology.

While Wednesday waits in a chair for her name to be called you walk around, looking at the various posters on the wall. The air smells like peppermint instead of antiseptic like most offices. Although you suppose this office isn’t exactly medical.

When Wednesday’s name is called she gets up and you follow. “I read the notes from your school counselor.” Kinbott says while guiding you two to her office down the hall. Well, she’s technically only guiding Wednesday.

“Mrs. Bronson. She had a nervous breakdown after our last session and had to take a six-month sabbatical.” Wednesday says, walking to one of the white couches in the middle of the room. Her office is really white and beige themed, something out of a Pinterest mood board.

“Go ahead and take a seat.” Kinbott sits on the small one person couch to the left, and Wednesday sits on the one to the right.

“How did you feel about that?” Kinbott starts off.

“Vindicated.” You grin.

“But somebody who crochets for a hobby isn’t a worthy adversary.” You smile at that too, you’ve crocheted one or two things before.

Maybe you’re just a happy person. Something in your head whispers to you.

“Adversary? I hope we can forge a relationship based on trust and mutual respect.” Kinbott says happily. She’s like Enid. Wednesday scoffs quietly but Kinbott continues anyway.

“This is a safe space, Wednesday. A sanctuary where we can discuss anything. What you’re thinking, feeling, your views on the world, personal philosophy.” You lean against a wall near the front door, watching. It's like an odd reality show.

Wednesday seems to get more annoyed by every word Kinbott says. “That’s easy. I think this is a waste of time.”

Kinbott smiles but lets Wednesday trail on. “I see the world as a place that must be endured, and my personal philosophy is kill or be killed.”

Damn, she said all that without blinking once.

You watch Wednesday’s facial expression more closely now. She has to blink.

“So, for instance, when someone bullies your brother your response is to dump piranha in the pool.” You move your head side to side. It’s an unusual reaction but it makes somewhat sense.

Wednesday doesn’t fall for it. In her same monotone voice she says: “You know the old saying, never bring a knife to a sword fight. Unless it’s concealed.”

Kinbott’s tone changes this time. It’s not the same soft therapist voice. It’s stern, almost a little angry. “The point is, you assaulted a boy, and showed no remorse for your actions. That’s why you’re here.” Wednesday replies immediately.

“He lost a testicle. I did the world a favor. People like Dalton shouldn’t be allowed to procreate.” Kinbott’s expression doesn’t change. You however, raised both your eyebrows in surprise.

‘Note to self, don’t let her find out about you.’

“I’ve answered all your questions.” She stands up from her seat. “We’re not done yet.” Kinbott says quickly, following up with a smile. Wednesday sighs and sits back down. You smile, she’s unintentionally funny—or maybe your sense of humor is a little twisted.

“Therapy is a valuable tool to help you understand yourself. It can teach you new ways to deal with your emotions. It can also help you build the life you want.” You walk a little closer. You’re not sure if it’s to see Wednesday’s reaction or help Kinbott if Wednesday attacks her.

“I know the life that I want.” Wednesday says.

“Tell me about it.” SHE BLINKED! You grin in victory. You knew you would see it eventually.

“Everything said in these sessions is strictly confidential.” You pause. She just looked at you—her eyes moved onto you. Maybe it was coincidental? It could have been.

“Do your plans involve becoming an author? I understand you’ve written three novels about a teen girl detective.” If she saw you she’s forgotten already. Her head moves up slightly, she blinks again. Her mouth opens slightly but closes again.

The smile from your previous victory falls.

“Viper de la Muerte?” Kinbott says. “Can you tell me about her?” Kinbott has a small smile of victory, like she’s finally getting somewhere with her.

“Viper is smart, perceptive, chronically misunderstood.” You take note of that in the little notebook in your other pocket. Wednesday's eyes moved to the side again but not at you. It was a coincidence.

“Any luck getting your work published?” That must have got her. Wednesday’s eyes look like they want to kill Kinbott.

“Editors are short-sighted, fear-based life forms. One once described my writing as gratuitously morbid, and suggested I seek psychiatric help.” Now you’re even more intrigued by her writing. Must be amazing if that’s the response she got.

“Ironic isn’t it?”

“How did you take that?” Kinbott chirps.

“I sent her a ‘thank you.’” Wednesday says with a little smirk. The room goes quiet for a moment. “I’ve always been open to constructive criticism.” I doubt that.

You look at Kinbott but you don’t think she buys it. “I’m glad to hear that. Because I was sent the manuscripts as part of your psych evaluation.”

Again you felt like you’re intruding on a private moment, especially when Wednesday’s face changes. The manuscripts for her novel? I’d be pissed too.

“The relationship I found most intriguing was that of Viper and her mother, Dominica.” Wednesday seems more stiff than usual. Yeah, definitely intruding on something private.

“Why don’t we dig into that?” Wednesday blinks again, opening her mouth and then closing it just as quickly like she doesn’t know what to do yet.

“Wednesday part of this journey requires us going to uncomfortable places emotionally.” Kinbott tries to reason.

“I don’t travel well.” They look at each other for a moment. “Would you mind if I used the powder room first?”

You still. She’s probably going to try leaving right? So you should follow. But also, if she doesn’t try to escape you’ll just be a creep…

Kinbott gestures for her to go. Fuck it, you push off the wall and follow her. When Wednesday locks it she looks around rapidly, twirling and all. You go in 20 different directions just to avoid her. She pushes something off the sink by accident.

“Wednesday are you okay?” You both hear from outside the door. “You can’t hide in there for the rest of the session.”

“I’m all right.” She keeps looking around. “I’m just preparing myself for our uncomfortable journey.” Wednesday says, her eyes locking on the frosted window. She hits her backpack and turns her head.

“Nail file.” She says softly. What is she doing- your eyes widen. A severed hand just… handed her a nail file?

Not the time to question. You watch as she walks to the window and picks the lock.

She turns back to the door, looking right through you. You hold your breath. She doesn’t notice and opens the window, slipping through.

She walks on the roof, leaning over the side and scanning for Weem’s car. You’re right behind her—until she slides down the building’s rain gutter.

You question if this it’s truly worth the Weathervane drinks Weems gives you.

You sigh and slide down it anyways. You’re not as silent as you would have liked because Wednesday turns back around quickly. She doesn’t question the sound for long though, instead she sees Weem’s car still in front of the building and she starts walking in the opposite direction.

You follow her across the street but she bumps into an old man with a crate of apples. She looks up to the sky, eyes wide, and her body rigid. A second later she’s fine and turns to him.

“Who let you out? You goddamn weirdo.” Your chest tightens. If you weren’t invisible you just might have hit him. Wednesday, however, doesn’t seem to care as she looks back at Weem’s car and walks away quickly,

You follow her. She’s heading to the Weathervane. When you two walk in there’s a burst of smoke coming from the coffee machine. Dammit Tyler, look at the manual.

Wednesday walks to him. “Holy crap!” He says surprised. You grin. Always fun to see him scared.

“Do you make a habit of scaring the hell out of people?” He’s still shocked. “It’s more of a hobby.” Well at least the little nightmare seems pleased with herself.

“You go to Nevermore. Didn’t realize they changed up the uniform.” She doesn’t comment. “I need a quad over ice. It’s an emergency.” You stop listening to the conversation and take out your notebook again. Writing down her order. More information never hurts. You doodle a little coffee next to the note.

You look back up when Wednesday moves behind the counter. “I need a tri-wing screwdriver and a four-millimeter Allen wrench.” She says after looking at the manual. “Wait, you read Italian?”

Seriously Tyler? Couldn’t just put in google translate?

Wednesday turns her head to him. “Of course. It’s the native tongue of Machiavelli.” She moves the manual down.

“Here’s the deal. I’m going to fix your coffee machine, then you’re going to make my coffee and call a taxi.”

“Uh, no taxis in Jericho. Try Uber?” You roll your eyes. “I don’t have a phone. I refuse to be a slave to technology.” Yup, pretty much what you expected from her. You watch her use the screwdriver, turning away to people-watch everyone else. It’s oddly enjoyable.

You hear them talk for a bit before tuning back in. “What about trains?” Uh oh. “Nearest station is Burlington. It’s half an hour away.” You write it down, this time on a different page.

One page for your own personal notes, and another for Weem’s spy notes.

You hear Tyler say he can drive Wednesday in an hour. It might be time to tell Weems.

You smile when she tries to buy his help but it doesn’t work. Wednesday takes a seat at one of the booths. You can’t sit on the cushions because she’ll see the dent, but you lean against the table, arms crossed.

You want to stay and watch her in case she leaves but you really have to use the restroom. You give up after a minute. She’ll be fine.

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When you walk back out the restroom you’re not invisible anymore. Weems texted you she’s going to get you two after she saw your phone location.

When you walk out the sheriff is in front of Wednesday and Tyler. You walk closer.

“This little thing took down three boys?” Wednesday’s eyes move to you. “Did you help her?” The sheriff asks Tyler.

“Dad, I swear, I wasn’t involved.” Sheriff Galpin’s eyes turn to you.

“What about you?” You walk closer, holding his gaze. Your eyes then move to Weems who walks through the open Weathervane door.

“Apologies, Sheriff.” He turns away from you. “These two must of slipped away from me. Come on Miss Addams, Miss L/N, time to go.” You walk past the sheriff and go behind Wednesday.

“Wait a minute, hang on.” You and Wednesday pause and turn back to him. You act like a subtle shield.

“You’re an Addams? Don’t tell me Gomez Addams is your father?” You clench your jaw. “That man belongs behind doors for murder.” He turns to you.

“Of course a L/N would be running around with Addams. The apple doesn’t fall from the tree does it?” He says the last line to both of you.

Your posture tightens. “What’s that meant to mean?” You ask him.

“Your family likes sticking their noses where they don’t belong. Been doing it for centuries. Must run in your blood huh?”

Your jaw moves slightly. He can see he’s pushing something. “I’m gonna keep my eye on you. Both of you.”

Weems finally steps in. Putting her hand on Wednesday’s shoulder and turning her to the exit. “Okay.” She says.

You turn back around to face her. Following them through the exit.

“Cmon Y/N, I’ll take you home early.” You nod and get in the backseat. Wednesday in the front passenger.

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You put on your headphones as Weems drives back to Nevermore. You’ve been a stalker long enough today.

The car’s speed changes so you look up from your phone. Seeing the crash on the road you take your headphones off. The wailing sirens cry out.

“I hope the driver’s okay.” Weems says. “He’s dead. Broke his neck.” Wednesday replies, looking out the window.

Your eyes widen. That’s the old man from earlier, it’s the same red truck. You try to glance through the back window. From your angle it’s blurred but you know no normal neck curves that way.

“Shit.” You say absentmindedly. Weems reaches into the back seat and smacks your knee. “Language.”

You flinch slightly. Because language matters after seeing that traumatizing scene.

Hearing a faint clink you look towards the front of the car. Wednesday’s twirling the pendant her mother gave her.

You smile, using your hand to cover it.

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You’re woken up by loud music. You groan and get up. You glance outside your window and see Wednesday playing the cello on her balcony. You smirk.

I swear I’ve heard that song before.

You slip into an invisible state and climb through the window of your single-person dorm onto a safe patch of the roof. You watch her. It might be creepy but you imagine she’s the type of person who would admire having a stalker.

She plays well. The severed hand you saw earlier helps turn the page when she finishes a section of the song. You don’t think, you just listen. The bow dances against the strings and she moves with a practiced ease. The song tugs at something familiar but you can quite pinpoint what.

You see her talking but you’re too far to hear it. She glances around before finally turning in your direction.

She must see the open window because she’s staring at it. You let your form reappear with a pixelated shimmer. You’ve mastered different transitions of visible to invisible—light manipulation is fun when you know how to use it.

You’re sitting with your knees close to your chest, arms sitting on them.

Your eyes meet. She doesn’t look angry or afraid—like she knew you would be there before she even picked up the bow.

She turns away. You see Enid opening the window and you disappear, climbing back into your room.

This’ll be fun.

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You loved the Harvest Festival. Especially when Weems gives you pocket money.

She slipped you a few small bills earlier. “Funnel cake,” she said, already keeping one eye on Wednesday with Enid. You obliged, weaving through the crowd in search of the funnel cake stand.

By the time you found it and came back, Wednesday was glaring at her. She glanced at you before turning away and walking to a nearby dart balloon game.

You walk to Weems and sit on the table next to her. “Here.” You hand her the funnel cake fries. She smiles. “Thank you. You sure you don’t want to run off?”

You think about it. “Think I have time to walk around? Saw some guy juggling fire.” She nods and you push off the table.

A few stands away from you Wednesday was playing the dart game, talking to Xavier. You lingered just far enough to be near without being suspicious.

Maybe Sheriff Galpin’s right, stalking is in my blood.

You observe from a far. Wednesday glancing at you as well. You wave and she looks away, so do you—trying to concentrate on the fire juggler.

You overhear Xavier talking to Wednesday.

“Who’s the lucky guy… or girl?” You don’t look back at her, not wanting to officially commend yourself to the title of her stalker.

Wednesday doesn’t answer right away, but her eyes flicker to you. She throws the final dart, the balloon pops.

You hear Tyler‘s voice join the conversation and walk off towards another performer. You’ve intruded on enough of her private moments.

Pretty soon after though, your phone buzzes. It’s Weems:

She’s gone, find her.

You sigh. You can’t use invisibility here, not in such a large crowd. You turn back at the dart game where Wednesday was, she couldn’t have gone far.

Your eyes scan the crowd, as you work your way through it.

Maybe she’s on the Ferris wheel?

Rowan barrels around you, almost knocking you over. Odd.

When you get to the base of the wheel you finally find her—she’s running next to Tyler. Rowan accidentally runs into her, you freeze as Wednesday’s head goes up after bumping into him. That happened outside Kinbott’s office as well.

“Rowan, come back!” You hear her yell. She hesitates for a second before running after him, leaving Tyler. You run past him, chasing after Wednesday.

The fireworks and moonlight are your only source of light as you follow them to a wooden bridge on the water.

“Ugh what do you want? Why are you following me?” Rowan’s voice cuts through the forest. You follow the sound through fallen branches and dry leaves.

“I don’t have time to explain, but you’re in danger.” You hear his low laugh—you pause. The hair on your neck stands, goosebumps prickling your skin.

“I think you got it backwards.” Rowan says.

“Wednesday!” You call into the forest, searching for her. There’s no answer. Dammit. “Wednesday!”

“You’re the one who's in danger.” You shove through the bushes separating her voice from yours.

“Y/N?” You hear say—you turn to her. You finally found her. She turns to you too, looking at each other for a brief moment before Rowan yanks her upwards and slams her onto a tree.

He turns to look at you. “Rowan. Put her down.” You say, your hand in front of you. “Please.”

“You don’t understand Y/N.” He says with tears in his eyes, his voice shaking. “What are you doing?” Wednesday says, she sounds—scared.

“Rowan.” You beg. What do I do?

“I’m saving everyone from her.” He says to you before turning back to Wednesday. “I have to kill you.” His voice breaks as he talks to Wednesday.

You take a step forward—Wednesday gasps. “Don’t.” He says. You put your hands up, inching back.

“The gargoyle—that was you?” Wednesday says, eyes wide. Rowan nods with a smile. “Yeah.” Your jaw clenches. You reach for your phone. “Y/N.” His voice tightens.

“Rowan please.” You beg into the air. His face turns angry. “Look.” He makes a picture float towards you. It’s Wednesday…

He makes it float to her. “Girl in the picture. That’s you.” Wednesday looked shocked. This is the most emotion you’ve ever seen her express. “You want to kill me because of some picture?” She sounds flabbergasted.

You manage to silently tap on your phone, opening the medical ID. You think anyways, you’re relying on pure muscle memory. If you can just-

SHATTER

Your phone slams into a tree—Rowan’s doing. “Fuck.” You wince, eyes closed, hand clenching into a fist out of frustration. “Rowan please, Weems can still see my location you don’t have to-“

“YES I DO!” He screams, trembling. “My mother drew that picture 25 years ago when she was a student at Nevermore. She was a powerful Seer.” He’s shaking…

“Told me about it before she died.”

“Rowan, put me down.” Wednesday tried.

“No! My mother said it was my destiny to stop this girl if she ever came to Nevermore, because she will destroy the school and everyone in it.” He pushes Wednesday against the tree harder.

“Rowan. Rowan.” She pleads.

You run. You didn’t want to run to him, not if he would hurt Wednesday—but it’s too late now. You tackle Rowan. You two tumble around for a second, forming a web of limbs and dirt. He lets Wednesday go.

All you feel is pain as he throws you against the tree instead. A low cry chokes in your throat.

Wednesday’s eyes go wide as she sees you gasping. A low snarl cuts through the air, making the woods go quiet. Some weird fucking thing, shrieks—lunging at Rowan. He drops you and you cough.

Wednesday watches as Rowan screams in pain and the beast snarls. You run to her.

“Wednesday!” You yell at her, wanting to pull her up so you two can run. The beast stops and looks at you two. You fall to the ground next to her, shielding her from whatever this creature was.

It looks at you for a second before running off into the woods. Wednesday rushes past you to Rowan’s limp body.

You slowly get up and walk to her, scanning the woods in case it comes back. Flashes of fireworks briefly illuminating the treeline for you. Your heart hammers in your chest, all your ears hear is your pulse.

The drawing Rowan showed you two sways in the air, landing on his chest. Wednesday grabs it and looks at you, eyes wide.

“I’ll get Weems.” You say, your eyes already looking at your shattered phone. Despite its cracked screen and dented frame, it works.

You hit Weems’ contact and call her. The call chime echoing through the quiet woods. You stay close, acting as Wednesday’s shadow while she examines the picture Rowan had. Her expression unreadable now, her thoughts locked behind the wall she built for herself.

The wind rustles, like even the forest is holding its breath.

╰── Next Episode ──╮

A/N: This took so long but it’s finally done. It follows the same events as episode one and the same dialogue.

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Rh-null is the rarest blood type in the world—and the most unpredictable. Its lack of antigens cause potions and curses to act erratically. For this reason, you volunteer to help Nevermore’s advanced hemomagic class with their experiments. But Wednesday doesn’t seem to approve, and she has a good reason not to.

Romantic - Fluff/Comfort - Reader - Slight Angst if you squint hard enough

AO3

The Experimental Hemomagic course wasn’t a very popular elective for the majority of Nevermore’s alumni. You were only in the class so you could share a class with Wednesday.

You probably shouldn’t have chosen your courses based on a small crush, but what’s done is done.

Dr. Cartwright—the class’s professor—was handing out flyers. Volunteers needed.

“These flyers contain details for blood donation. Since our class isn’t approved by the Red Cross or the state of Vermont, we have to experiment through less official means.” He paused, glancing at you.

“You are not required to donate to continue this class. Remember that. But because this class is project-based, it cannot continue without volunteers.”

You read the flyer. ‘Please enter classroom 203 during lunch hours. All blood types are welcomed. Rh-Null is preferred.’ Of course it is. You sigh quietly, looking back up to follow whatever lesson he planned for today.

Practical applications of hemomancy. Wonderful.

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When the class comes to an end, you pack up, the same as everyone else. “Miss L/N, please stay for a moment.” You pause.

Everyone else was indifferent, not caring whether you stayed or not. They all wanted to get to lunch. What you didn’t notice, however, was Wednesday watching Cartwright like he just said something rancid.

“Of course.” You respond, feeling a strange heat at the back of your head. You turn; Wednesday wasn’t just watching, she’s glaring.

‘I’ll be fine.’ You mouth. Liar. She doesn’t mouth it or say it, but you can tell that’s exactly what she’s thinking. You shrug and get up, going to Cartwright’s desk. You hear Wednesday leave.

“At your service, Sergeant.” You try to be nice, like you aren’t bothered by what he’s going to ask.

He just smiles. “I’m sure you’re aware why I asked you here.” You nod reluctantly. How did he even know?

“Your participation would be invaluable. Rh-null in itself is incredible; it bypasses all we know about blood magic. But that’s not all; despite the lack of antigens in your blood, you aren’t experiencing any health complications like a regular person would. That makes your blood extraordinary.”

“Is flattery meant to work here?” You’re still skeptical. It wouldn’t be the first time an outcast tried to gain access to your blood. He smiles again. “It’s your choice. Nothing’s going to be forced on you.”

Wednesday will like it. You think before you can stop yourself. Dammit. You two are supposed to be friends. She barely likes Enid, much less you.

“I’ll consider it. I’ll come by tomorrow during lunch.” He nods. You give him a polite nod and leave.

“Well?” You jump, making a small noise of surprise. “Fuck—don’t do that.” Your hands over your heart. Wednesday raises an eyebrow. She has basically hiding behind the door, waiting.

“I haven’t decided yet.” Wednesday starts walking towards the mess hall, and you trail behind her, falling into the role she’s already written for you.

“Good. It’d be foolish to.” That surprises you; you figured she’d want you to donate blood. “Why?” She scoffs. “Your blood is invaluable for certain spells. I highly doubt Cartwright will do a good job of protecting your identity.” You consider her warning.

‘You don’t want me to?’ You almost ask. Stop it. She’s trying to be a good friend. “Would be fun though… wouldn’t it?” You ask hesitantly.

She stops. “Do what you’d like.” You pause as well. “Ok.” Your voice is small when you reply. Wednesday keeps walking, and you follow, dropping the subject.

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You lie on Enid’s beanbag. She’s rambling on about her Pinterest; she made a mood board on a ‘Sunshine Werewolf Aesthetic’ or something like that. You’re only half aware of what she’s saying.

Your mind is occupied with what Cartwright said. ‘Rh-null in itself is extraordinary…’ You were born rare.

Telekinesis was amazing, but other students had the same ability. Your blood was the only thing that separated you from them.

You hiss. “Wake up.” Enid poked you with one of her claws. “That hurt a lot more than I would have expected it to.” She grins, flopping onto the beanbag next to you.

“So… Someone told me about Cartwright’s volunteer flyers. I was thinking of donating some of my own, but I’m O positive so I’m sure he already has a lot. What about you?” You shrug, moving your arms above your head and linking them. “I don’t know yet. Would be cool to see how the spells react.” Enid already knows about your blood; she was there when Wednesday ran tests on it when she saw you bleed golden blood while fencing.

Cheeky bastard.

Enid hums. “I think Wednesday’s planning Cartwright’s funeral. I saw her looking at that little graveyard model you made her; she still updates it.” You begin to smile, but then you pause.

“Really?” She grins. “Mhm… told you she thinks of you as a friend.”

The model—you made her a graveyard model out of Legos. ‘For your murder plans.’ You told her. ‘So you always know where there’s an empty spot.’

Wednesday’s plan to commit premeditated murder on your behalf caused a concerning but not unwelcome warmth to your chest. It’s almost uncomfortable.

You let out a puff of air. “Mmm, I think I’ll try it. Maybe the experiments will be fun.” Enid hums in acknowledgment and starts rambling about her Pinterest again. This time you pay attention.

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The next day during lunch, you find yourself outside Dr. Cartwright’s door. You knock faintly and open it. The cold air surrounding you smells like antiseptic. The professor is sitting at his desk writing down student information. Probably other volunteers.

“I wouldn’t mind donating.” He looks up from the papers. He doesn’t seem surprised, like he knew you would come.

“Miss L/N, nice to see you. If you truly want to donate, I’d be happy to do so now. This way we can experiment tomorrow.” You nod hesitantly. “How much would it be?”

He replies quickly, “Absolutely no more than one pint a day. Since you’re not fully grown, I’ll only take half a pint.” You nod. “That doesn’t seem like enough for so many students.”

He grins, “Don’t worry Miss L/N, each experiment should only use a drop, maybe a little more, for full effect.” He gets up, gesturing to you to sit at one of the front desks.

You hear a cabinet open as you find your seat. A few moments later he sits next to you with some supplies.

When the half-pint bag is filled, he expertly puts a cotton ball and gauze on the incision site. “All done. You can choose to donate more in 3 days if you wish.” “Alright.” And that’s the end of it. You get up and leave, meeting Enid and Wednesday in the cafeteria.

“Hi.” You say a small greeting as you sit down at the table. Wednesday sees your bandage, and her jaw clenches down slightly.

“Oh my gosh, how was it?” Enid seems happy. “Normal. It was just a donation.” You shrug. It really wasn’t out of the ordinary.

“How much?” Wednesday asks. “Half a pint.” She doesn’t respond, just looks back at her meal. Enid starts to rant to you, and the day continues just as it would normally.

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“Hey Y/N, can you pass me the mint green?” Enid asks from her desk. You hum and make the nail polish float towards her–

CRASH

Glass shatters on the hardwood, the nail polish splattered around.

“Oh shit–I’m sorry.” You start apologizing. “Woah woah woah, it’s fine, it’s fine.” Enid reassures you. “That’s never happened before, has it?” You shake your head, already reaching for something to clean up the mess. “Shit.” Thankfully your backpack has some napkins from yesterday’s lunch.

“Least it wasn’t on the carpet.” You say, trying to calm yourself. Enid scoots back from the mess on the floor.

Enid grabs a napkin and helps you clean up some of the drops that splattered away from the main mess. “Are you okay? You look sick.” You puff out a breath of air, thinking.

“Thanks for the compliment.” You reply absentmindedly. When you stand up your vision clouds slightly. It’s not unusual for that to happen sometimes, right?

But your telekinesis has never done that.

Enid reaches for some of the glass. “Don’t cut yourself.” You say without thinking, already reaching to grab it yourself. She grabs the big piece of glass anyways and gets up to throw it away.

“I think we have a broom in Wednesday’s closet.” You grin, “Is that her midnight ride?”

“No, but we could test it if you repeat yourself.” You don’t even have to turn to know who it is. “Bummer. Suits you.”

Her eyes flicker to the shattered glass on the hardwood. “What happened?”

“Well you see, gravity causes-“ Enid smacks your shoulder. “She was making it float and it dropped.” Enid helps you scoop the glass into the dustpan.

You can feel Wednesday’s gaze lingering on you. You try to ignore it while you throw away the soiled napkins, but your chest decides to tighten anyway.

“Did you eat? Water?” You hear her ask. “Yes?” She doesn’t answer. If she nods you don’t see it—because the moment you look back at her she turns and walks to her side of the room.

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So far you’ve only donated blood for Cartwright’s class twice. Once Tuesday of last week, and on this week’s Monday. You thought donating blood once every few days would be fine, but now it’s Thursday and your powers are still weak.

You sit at your usual lunch table with Wednesday and Eugene. Enid went off somewhere with another group which wasn’t unusual. She still needs gossip for her blog and of course she wants to be around her pack.

Your vision feels slow, like your brain isn’t registering it as fast. Maybe you didn’t sleep enough last night. You stayed up watching a new show and fell asleep at 2AM. Yeah, that’s probably why.

“Stop staring at me. You’re creepy remember—or am I that beautiful?” Wednesday’s been looking at you since you’ve sat down. But it’s more of a glare than a look of concern.

“I’m searching for symptoms of hypovolemia.” She ignores your comment. Eugene tunes in. “Oh yeah, you’ve been donating haven’t you?”

You nod. “Hypo- what?” You don’t hear Enid behind you until she says “AHH” and grabs your shoulders. You jump. “Dammit Enid.” She sits down next to you.

“Low blood volume causes weakness and dizziness.” Wednesday looks at your hands. “And loss of fine control.”

She looks up at you. Her gaze strong enough to kill you if she willed it, but maybe that’s just because she’s looking at you. “You have to be monitored.”

“She’s just worried you’re going to paint our dorm’s floor pastel again.” Enid teases beside you. “Do I hear a volunteer?” You ask, Wednesday doesn’t seem amused.

“I never specified that you had a choice in the matter.” Enid snickers, a heat creeps up your neck. You end the conversation there.

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By Friday your movements still feel sluggish, like your head isn’t quite there. It’s only 2 donations a week—one on Monday and one on Friday—spaced out just like Cartwright promised.

Wednesday is waiting for you outside his class. She’s leaning beside the door like a guard. You ignore the faint hum in your head.

“I’ll be here when you’re done.” It’s not a question, not even a command. Ever since lunch yesterday she’s been monitoring you.

Commenting on your clear signs of low blood volume. How you press on your temple when you think nobody’s looking, or how your powers slip last second when you carry your phone towards you. How the paper cut you got yesterday hasn’t healed yet despite your enhanced healing ability.

“Yes sir.” You mumble and enter the class. Pretending to not be shaken by her eyes burning into you. That her presence itself doesn’t make your chest feel odd in ways you can’t explain.

When you come back out—sure enough, Wednesday is waiting in the same spot you left her in. “Wens, I’m fine.” It comes out softer than you intended.

“Your color’s off.” It’s a simple statement—clinical even. There’s nothing intimate about it, so why does it feel like it is?

You sigh quietly. Wednesday doesn’t comment, she just starts walking knowing you’ll fall in behind her. You always do.

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It’s Saturday now, Enid invited you over to study for Monday’s English exam. Frankenstein.

You float your pen in the air, flipping it. It feels heavier than usual. You walk around Enid’s side of the room, it helps you concentrate.

Enid’s rambling about the creature, how his creator just left him like a newborn being left at an orphanage in an oldies movie.

You’re about to respond to something she said but something feels off. Your head starts ringing—loud. Then the edges of your vision blur, like a photo that isn’t fully developed. You close your eyes trying to steady yourself, reaching for her nightstand.

You have a faint memory of someone running to you. You’re on the floor, leaning against the nightstand. Why is it so loud?

Fuck can someone stop that ringing. Shit. And why is it so bright?

You can hear someone talking but it’s muffled. Your eyes are open, you know they are, but there’s black dots everywhere like you looked at the sun too long.

“Y/N.” Wednesday. You understood that. You can feel her hands on your face, your heart beating weird.

You hum a response, still dizzy. “I’ll get her water.” It sounds like Enid. “Look at me.” You try to focus your eyes on Wednesday’s face. You try to blink the dots away. Enid comes over with a bottle of water.

Wednesday makes you drink it. After a minute they can see your eyes start to focus. “How many times?” You hear Wednesday ask. Your vision comes back just enough to clearly see her.

“Monday and today.” Your reply sounds weak, almost empty. Her jaw flexes. “And you think that’s acceptable?” She sounds angry. I just wanted you to have fun. You think.

They give you a minute to catch yourself. “Ok. Ok, I think I’m good now.”

“You’re not donating anymore.” She pushes hair away from your face. “I told you, I’ll be fine. Just give me a bit.” You mumble, still a bit drowsy.

“You’re telling yourself what you want to believe.” Her voice is still stern, but her voice is softer now. “You were wrong.”

“C’mon, let’s get you off the floor before I have to be an alibi.” They help you up. You stumble slightly as they help you onto Enid’s bed.

You try to ignore the warmth building up on your face. Wednesday’s hand is still secured behind your head. She makes you lay back on Enid’s heart pillow.

You see Enid hesitating. You know she was planning on hanging out with Yoko later. “Go Enid, I’m fine.”

“She’s not.” Wednesday says quickly, looking back at Enid. “Go, I’ll watch her.” Enid nods hesitantly. You close your eyes when Wednesday hands you another water bottle. You hear Enid move around the room as you drink the water.

Before she leaves you open your eyes and look at her. ‘Good luck.’ She mouths. You give her a lazy thumbs up as she closes the door behind her.

The room goes quiet after the door clicks. Like a forest when it’s waiting for a predator to strike. Maybe I should try to make a joke?

“You don’t have to guard me Wednesday. I think I’m retiring from dramatic dizzy spells.” Her expression stays the same. “No. You’re staying where I put you.”

Your face feels slightly warmer. You ignore it—try to at least. “Bossy much?” She gets up and goes to Enid’s desk. She sits on the chair but spins around to look at you, arms crossed.

“Look, I’m fine Wednesday, really. I’m choosing to donate-“

“Well your choice is flawed.” Her tone is flat but just as sharp. “I can decide for myself Wednesday.” Your voice is defensive.

“No.” You freeze. “You are not donating again.”

You want to argue—you do—but when you look at her you just, stop.

The icy expression she usually wears is gone. Her jaw is tighter, movements far more calculated. Like she’s waiting for something to happen.

“Ok.” Silence fills the room again. It's not comforting, it’s loud, and it’s heavy.

She looks down. She turns and grabs whatever book she can find on Enid’s desk. Frankenstein. You almost laugh but you can’t find it in yourself to move. “I’m tired.” You mumble.

You don’t remember what happens next, just that you wake up in Enid’s bed. The digital clock on the nightstand says 8 PM. Two hours. You’ve been asleep for two hours.

“I’ve decided.” Wednesday says after a minute. “You stayed.” You tell her. She’s still sitting in the chair. From what you can see, she hasn’t progressed through the book. At least not enough for it to be noticeable.

“I told Enid I’d watch you.” She doesn’t look up from the book. You study her, her eyes haven’t moved much. Is she even reading?

You hum. “I thought you meant until I fell asleep, or I left.” She finally looks up, closing the book. She wasn’t reading.

“That would be pointless. You’re most vulnerable when asleep, and I wouldn't have let you leave. Not in your condition.” She turns around in the chair, setting book down and turning back to face you.

You move your head back against the pillow. “So you watched me sleep? What if I started snoring? Like, full blown middle aged man snoring.” You turn your head to look at her.

Her response is quick. “You didn’t.”

“You would’ve told me if I did?”

Her eyes narrow. “I would have documented it, for future leverage.” Wednesday’s answer makes you smile. “What did you decide?” You say, sitting up.

Wednesday stands up and hands you a snack bar. Where did she even get this?

“Cartwright. Bloodletting seems like a fitting punishment.” You laugh nervously. This wasn’t really Cartwright’s fault, he probably thought your quick healing would prevent this.

“Wednesday that’s not-“ She shakes her head. “Only if necessary.” She’s quiet for a few seconds. “You’re inconveniently important to me.” Your mind goes blank. She looks away from you.

“Ok. I’ll tell him I’m out on Monday.” She nods. ‘Inconveniently important’ You know better than to mention it.

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When Monday comes Wednesday personally monitors your conversation with Dr. Cartwright after class. She’s subtle, staying behind like she’s just moving slower than usual. Her eyes linger on you in front of Cartwright’s desk.

She can’t hear what’s being said—not clearly. But she catches the ‘of course’ from Cartwright and moves towards the door.

You fall in behind her. She comes to a stop when you both leave the classroom, the corridor already empty. “Wednesday?” You ask softly. She turns, a small glass jar in her hands.

“Hibiscus tea leaves, for blood circulation.” You take the jar from her when she hands it to you.

“For someone who says I’m an inconvenience, you seem to keep going out your way for me.” She doesn’t reply right away. She takes a step towards you. A small one.

“You aren’t donating again?” Her voice sounds small. Not gentle though—never gentle.

“No. I’m not.” Her stance relaxes slightly. The corridor is silent, but it’s calm. Wednesday leans in and you freeze.

Her lips graze your cheek. “Good.” She pulls back and turns around quickly. She starts walking, knowing you’ll always be behind her.

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Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: This is definitely the longest work I’ve written so far.

Warnings: None

Summary: When Wednesday first arrives at Nevermore, Weems asks you to keep on eye on her. Soon, a babysitting job becomes an unlikely alliance. But shadows have a tendency of getting attached.

Reader’s Abilities: Invisibility & Raven Shapeshifter

Reader Insert - Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Season One:

Episode One - Episode Two

Episode Three - Episode Four

Episode Five - Episode Six

Episode Seven - Episode Eight

Epilogue

Season Two:

Episode One - Episode Two

Episode Three - Episode Four

Episode Five - Episode Six

Episode Seven - Episode Eight

Epilogue

I’m writing each chapter as I rewatch season one and start season two. Each chapter should take about a week but I’m taking 9 classes so give me the benefit of the doubt.

Updates:

Episode: S1E3

Episode Time: 5/49

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Warnings None

Summary: You and Enid are having a sleepover. After Wednesday’s writing time is up, You and Enid want to include Wednesday in your activities. You come up with something that Enid doesn’t think will work, and maybe it won’t.

Standalone OneShot

Romantic - Fluff/Comfort - Reader - Slice of Life

AO3

“Okay, but we’ve already done seven games of Uno and two of Monopoly. I’m done with the board games.” Enid says. She’s sprawled out on her back on her bed. You sit on the floor, leaning back on the foot of the bed.

“We’ve already done face masks and blackhead strips…” you reply, still thinking. “OH! We can summon a demon? Wednesday is right there.”

“No!” Enid screams immediately. “I am never doing that again.” You laugh at Enid’s insistence.

Last time you two “summoned” something was when you walked in on Wednesday trying to contact an old Addams family relative. You don’t remember the name, but apparently she accidentally summoned the demon that possessed him. Enid hid behind you until it was gone.

“Oh, I brought something we can do with Wednesday.” Enid scoffs. “I highly doubt she’ll indulge you.” You shrug. “I’ll set it up; you try to convince her. Tell her if she doesn’t like it, I’ll give her my blood to do God knows what with.”

Enid turns her head to look over at you. She doesn’t speak but you smile at the look she gives you. “You said you wanted to help her make more friends.” Enid sighs. She thinks about it and finally looks happy when she realizes you’re right.

“Ok. But you have to tell me what it is.” Enid says excitedly. “Should I be afraid?” Her eyes are cautious. If you’re this confident Wednesday will like it, it could be anything.

“I promise you’ll like it. It involves Oreos.” She smiles.

When she gets up, you dig into your backpack. You pull out a small pile of supplies. It’s a plastic cup, milk in a mini grey thermos, a pack of Oreos, some food coloring pens, and cookie decorating pens with frosting in them. The works.

You can hear Enid and Wednesday chattering, but you can’t really tell what they’re saying.

You set up a little activity area on the small pink bed table you bought Enid. Perfect size for this. You put 3 napkins on the table and set one Oreo on each. Then you put the pens and grey thermos in the middle.

On Wednesday’s side of the room, Enid tries to get Wednesday to at least see what you planned. “Come on, you should join us. You need more friends.” Enid tries.

“I doubt Y/N would approve of me interfering with your bonding.” Wednesday replies dryly, not looking at Enid as she organizes her manuscript papers.

Enid scoffs. “She wants you to join Wednesday. Believe it or not, not everyone is against you. C’monnnn… If you don’t like what she brought for you, then she’ll give you blood to experiment with.”

Wednesday sighs and continues organizing the papers she typed. She is curious. What could you have planned that you were confident enough to offer your blood? I win either way. She thinks.

“Very well. I’d like to see how golden blood reacts to certain conditions.” She puts away the folder.

Enid squeals. Wednesday walks to the little activity area you set on the floor, Enid following behind her. Cookies? Is she a child to you?

“Ok look, I know it’s unconventional for sleepovers, but look at what the Oreos do when they’re submerged.” You dunk an Oreo from the pack. The milk begins to bubble.

“I figured you could pretend you were drowning something. I even brought cooking decorating pens; you can draw someone if you want.” Enid looks happy. She loves dunked Oreos, and Wednesday doesn’t seem… appalled by the activity.

“I think your blood would be a more appealing test subject.” You smile. “Ok, but just try it. You could use the yellow pen and add blonde hair to it. Drown Cookie Enid, Wednesday.”

You laugh when Enid gives you a look. Wednesday sits down when Enid does. She’ll try it.

“You know, I was hoping for something not violent... but I don’t think Wednesday would have joined us if it wasn’t.”

“It’s not violent.” You say smugly. “It’s just regular cookies and milk… with added imagination.”

You and Enid continue bickering lightly while decorating the Oreos. Enid covers the top of her Oreo in blue frosting and starts making a lily pad. You’re making yours into a penguin face.

You glance over at Wednesday’s. You hold in a laugh as she finishes making the top of her Oreo tan frosting just to grab the yellow coloring pen.

When the three of you are done, Enid proudly presents her ladybug on a lily pad. You show off your crooked penguin face with a droopy eye. Then Wednesday turns her napkin so you and Enid can see the face she made on hers.

She covered the top in tan frosting. Then she used the food coloring pens to add blonde hair on top with pink and blue in it and then blue eyes. Then smile is just a black happy face. But the hair definitely gives away that it’s supposed to be Enid.

Of course all three aren’t very good considering they’re Oreos covered in frosting and food coloring, but the images are there.

“Wednesday.” You say, handing her a little tool to dunk the Oreo with. Thankfully Yoko gave you an Oreo dunking kit last Christmas. You doubt Wednesday would be okay with getting milk on her hands.

“This is childish.” Wednesday says, but she doesn’t complain and makes eye contact with Enid when she drowns the Oreo.

After a second she looks at it. “It’s struggling.”

You grin. The milk is bubbling like the Oreo can’t breathe. It’s actually just air being displaced, but you won’t say that.

After it stops, she takes the cookie out and puts it on Enid’s napkin.

“I expect a blood bag on my desk tomorrow.”

She gets up and goes back to her side of the room. You grin anyway and shrug at Enid. “It was worth a try, wasn’t it?”

“I felt like I was being threatened.” Enid laughs nervously.

“You were.” Wednesday shouts.

“I feel like I sold my blood to the devil.” You mumble.

“You think this would taste good?” Enid says, looking at her lily pad. “I doubt it. Try it.” She shrugs. Enid eats the one Wednesday made. “It’s actually not that bad.”

The next morning you wake before Enid does. You groan and get up from your pallet on the floor. “You have a blood kit?” You say absentmindedly. It’s quiet; you know Wednesday can hear you. You swear she wakes up the second the wind blows too hard.

“Of course.” You hear her move around while you clean up the pallet on the ground.

You turn around and see Wednesday setting up the blood draw supplies on her desk. The office chair turned towards you. Such a nice invitation.

You sigh, walking to the chair and sitting in it. “How often do you really take someone’s blood?” You give her your arm when she gestures for it. She presses down on the skin after having you squeeze something.

“Most people don’t offer their blood just for the sake of persuasion.” She finds a vein and wipes the planned incision area with an alcohol wipe.

It’s gentler than you would expect from her. You barely even feel the needle. You look away as the blood flows through the tubing.

“Why?” She says suddenly. Watching you.

“I can’t look at my own blood—“ You ramble nervously. “Not that.” She replies quickly. “Then?” “Why did you offer your blood?”

Your breath hitches. Wednesday pretends not to notice. “Enid said you’ve been wanting some. Rh-null is far from common.” You try to brush it off. “Plus, I thought you’d like drowning cookie Enid.”

Her face twitches—a small, almost imperceptible movement near her lip. You don’t notice it. “It wasn’t terrible. But I’d much rather have this.” She says as she pulls out the needle. She quickly puts a cotton ball to the inside of your elbow where the blood pools. Her fingers are steady, but moving slightly, as if they yearn to continue being impersonal.

She pulls away and you hold it as she grabs the gauze to wrap the wound. The action feeling more intimate than it truly was.

“You shouldn’t offer your blood for free.” There’s a small shift. She looks up at you. You look at her as well. “Someone might get used to it.”

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