Y/N's pov:
The cabin was no different from the bunker. Gave the same 90s vibe with the wood furniture with colored decor around. The only difference was this was an actual house while the other was a prison rather than a sanctuary.
"Hang on," you tell Wednesday before you both fully step out of the shadows. The moonlight was scattering the shadows all over the place. Quickly saying Noctrine's spell as you draw his sigil, a domain consumes the place- blinding anything within and outside of the house from seeing or hearing you and Wednesday inside.
"I'll take this side you take the other?" Wednesday nods and heads to the windowless side where the kitchen and dining area stood.
"Is this what is considered the American patriots house?" You say as you see the bald eagle wood carving standing proudly on top of the fireplace. The wall next to it held Galpin's army pins and medals along with a frame full of bullets from a large variety of guns. Below the frame an old hunting rifle.
"I think it was The Last of Us you were thinking," you whisper as you think back to Evelynn's comment about the bunker.
"What was that?" Wednesday asks without tearing her gaze from the cabinet she was checking.
"Just making pop culture references."
Checking the floor boards, the fireplace rocky wall and the wooden wall, all furniture in the living room alone with any books and decorations you came empty handed. Similarly so did Wednesday till her flashlight's gaze bounced off a mirror and blinded you.
Cursing, you ask her what she was doing.
"Bradbury was into escape rooms, no?"
"Why do you think I was checking the floor, the walls, and tugging and pushing random things?"
Wednesday scoffs at your snap before walking towards the small mirror. The frame around it held pictures of the Galpin family. Images of Tyler as a child, Galpin and Bradbury young, the three of them fishing or hunting. Some images had Bradbury and Galpin hugging each other by a fire with beers while Tyler held a root beer can. While others showed snow days or lake swims. The three men made a compelling family that you wouldn't think there was something off about the Galpin men or the fact two of the three had brutal deaths and the last one remaining was alone and locked in a prison. Sad how a family was destroyed thanks to hatred towards others.
Guess no family is safe from agony's embrace. You think back at your own family portrait that was reinstated after your coronation. How 4-years-old you thought your family would stay together forever and no force was strong enough to break the bonds between you all. Yet the following year your mother, the Queen of Vampires was murdered, forcing you and your brother to separate from your father for safety. In your case you also had to separate from your past causing you to forget everything including your brother's existence. And when you had just remembered him you lost him too. But unlike your mother who died with you in her hands, your brother died by your hands.
"They looked so normal." You felt Wednesday's eyes on you. You could taste her disgust towards the comment. Yet her gaze held concern.
"How tragic," says Wednesday as she stares boredly at the pictures. Awkwardness drapes their arms over Wednesday and your shoulders. Letting their dead weight drag you both down along with the ceiling. Seeing the situation you made you said the first thing that came to mind.
"Old man doomed yaoi!" Wednesday elbows your stomach. Causing you to croak out your question: "You know what yaoi is?!"
She ignores your comment and pulls the frame. There a piece of paper peeks but doesn't fall out. Wednesday continues to pull but the lock of the mirror denied her access. Her ears turned bright red at the very tips as her reflection threatened to break the mirror. After every few tugs her gaze would snipe you through the mirror telling you not to interfere or say anything about her struggle.
After 3 minutes she began running her fingers through the frame's carvings and the back of it. Soon something clicked.
"Every mirror has a dark side," says the ravenette as she pulls it open. Soon the paper that was peeking through falls into your hand. A picture of a young man with the words 'MISSING' greets you.
"What the actual fuck." Behind the mirror was a hidden compartment that had newspaper cut outs of a variety of years, people, and genders. Some were human like outcasts that had died at Willow Hill hospital while others were missing normies. Yet, they all held one common thing, above them was none other than the name 'Lois' carved into the wood.
"These... these are all outcasts obituaries and missing posters"
Reading through each article, a chill slowly scratched your back. Scaring your skin with goosebumps that bleed with raised hair.
One victim was 28 and disappeared after attending a wedding in Jericho. Another, a local dentist who didn't come back from their smoke break. While others died in Willows Hill or disappeared from the town due to hiking, drunk driving, or exploring the lower levels of the mines.
The very mines that were 16 miles from the cabin.
SHIT. You quickly begin taking photos and carefully placing the evidence in a suitcase Louche brought out from the shadows. Following your lead, Wednesday asks what's wrong.
"4 of these people were seen last exploring the mines. 16 miles from here. Last case was in 2019."
"3 years ago- they could be closing on this place-"
"Or knows."
"Then they're mocking us." Wednesday's anger burns the room while your terror drowns it. Oiling Wednesday's anger even more. However, Wednesday cooled herself down after a few blinks. "But I doubt that because although someone has been spying on us, I doubt it's the same person- you know this. It could be they assume this is the place for why would they leave all this?"
"But we can't rule out anything." She nods on agreement. As you both continue to collect evidence you couldn't help but stare at the name Lois carved at the top of the compartment. The way it was written didn't seem like it was a person's name. But a nickname to something because Galpin and Bradbury were both trained to name suspects and victims by full names while secretive people by nicknames. Wednesday was determined it was a person and even tried to use her ability but as expected it rejected her.
Just like you the name laughed at her. It irked her too. It made her mind run amok- run blindly into the dark forest of assumptions that made both of you trip and get scratched.
That can wait till we get back, you think shaking your head. You had to get in contact with Keith and the others within the station to dig out information about the missing people cases. And reach out to Gloria about the hospital deaths. That was first priority as of now.
After getting the evidence, Wednesday closed the frame gently and locked it. However, she froze in front of the frame. Staring at the photos with a gaze that you knew well, for it always fell on you. Her pupils were wide, and the light swam gently through the dark ocean. Navigating through the harsh emotions that Wednesday felt. An emition that was becoming too familiar with her thanks to you. An emotion she was now willing to share with others, including the enemy- concern.
She was concerned in a loving manner. Something you never thought she'd have towards the Galpin's. Or you told yourself it was for the entire family and not Tyler. Maybe she saw her own family? Maybe the last few months, she had healed what was broken between them? Even though you see the rift between mother and daughter become bigger. Maybe it was a trick- maybe- just maybe Wednesday and Mortica Addams were acting as such to throw people off?! Or maybe she saw Enid or someone else in those pictures.
"We should go," you gently grab her hand and guide her into the shadows while your other hand disactivates the spell. Not once did you look back at her for you knew her gaze was on Tyler's picture.
She doesn't care about him. She doesn't care about him. She doesn't care about him- trust her. Your only answers were the cryptic whispers of the shadow realm. Blinding you from the dangerous idea that was hatching in your lover's mind.
An idea that would throw out the window all the plans you've made to keep her mind safe from her power.
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Of Woes and Shadows (Wednesday x reader)
Fanfictiony/n returns to Nevermore after being away for a while due to doing her duties as Earl of the Vampire court. However, upon her arrival, she receives news that the monster cases she was investigating had escalated even more during her absence. But als...
