#BUT I GUARANTEE YOU I AM GOING TO SCREAM IN THE MORNING

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[anythingneverythingnstuffs]

neighbor!reader x simon 'ghost' riley pt 6

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The morning after you had shared a bottle of wine with your mysterious neighbor, Simon, you woke up to a new bottle of wine and your wine glasses, washed, from the night before on your welcome mat. You had expected the glasses, since you had forgotten them at his place after all, but not the wine.

Not that you were going to complain about that.

Wine nights with your neighbor, Simon, didn't become a regular thing. You weren't sure he had any regular things. His schedule was completely irregular, he was in and out at odd times, never following any sort of pattern.

Not that you were paying attention or anything.

You had a day off in the middle of the week, for some reason, and you decided to fill the day with baking, because why not? The weather was getting colder, the days seemed to get shorter, and you just needed something to lift your spirits.

It was just past eleven in the morning. Your Bluetooth speaker was playing absently in the background as you baked. You had already finished a few batches of cookies, making extras of the ones you knew were Simon’s favorites-

Not that you paid attention. Literally. At all.

It wasn’t until you were on your second loaf of chocolate chip bread that you finally looked up, for some reason, and there it was. The biggest spider you had ever seen in your life, right on the ceiling above your oven.

And you let out a scream.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley heard that scream.

He immediately knew it was you, and that it had come from your apartment. If his mask hadn’t already been on from when he had run his morning errands, he probably would have forgone it entirely in his haste to get to you, to the source of your cries.

However, he didn’t expect the reason for your scream to be a spider on the ceiling.

“Can’t reach it from down there?” He almost sounded amused. 

You jumped when you heard his gruff voice behind you. “Simon-! How did you get in-?”

“You left the door unlocked. Again. You need to stop doing that,” he chastised you before brushing you aside to get a better look at the beast on the ceiling. “Huh. That’s what made you scream?”

“Maybe…”

“It’s just a spider, love. It won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t like spiders,” you grumbled as you watched him grab the spider with his bare hands without even having to grab a step-stool, get on his tip-toes, or anything. His muscles seemed to bulge through the simple black t-shirt he was wearing with the movement. You couldn’t help but stare, although you tried not to look like you were gawking.

Damn.

“Clearly,” he hummed. “Are you baking again?”

That brought you back to reality, at least a bit more than you were. “Oh-! Yeah, I am,” you replied. You thought about making a joke about how you weren’t baking again, you were baking still, but you decided it wasn’t funny enough of a joke to try out on your neighbor. “Was it the smell that gave it away?”

“That, and the flour on your apron,” he replied gruffly, though you could almost hear a chuckle in there somewhere.

You could feel your cheeks heat up a bit, but you couldn’t tell why. Of course you had flour on you- you were baking, after all. Why were you blushing that he pointed it out?

“What have you been baking this time?” he asked you, still holding the spider in his bare hand. His gaze had shifted to the multitude of baking racks around your kitchen and on your dining room table, mostly filled with cooling baked goods. Cookies, dessert bread, muffins-

“Oh, just a little bit of everything,” you answer absently. “Anything that looks good to you?”

Now, Ghost had a decision here. He could go with the safe choice- picking a dessert that you had made, and you would likely let him have some, if not all of it. That was almost a guarantee, in his mind.

But he could also go with the wild card choice. He could say something that looked good to him that wasn’t something that you had baked that morning. But that was the more risky option. It could go one way or another, and quickly at that.

“Are those snickerdoodles…?”

He went with the safe choice. For now.

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[hedwig221b]

Hi 💕 I love your writing so much - especially the dark and creepy and twisted!

Do you have any Dark Derek/Stiles recs?

I am over a month late answering this, but sure! I love dark sterek with my soul!

The Moon Gave Me Permission by Melpomene (Aconitehart)

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this,” Scott says, eyeing Stiles’ fries. “But Derek Hale is back in town. I saw him at the gas station the other day.” This piques Stiles’ interest. Oh yes it does. Like any good true crime aficionado, Stiles has his favourite case. His pet cold case. His hometown murder. The thing he brings up when he’s tired of small talk and just wants to get real. The Hale Family Fire and the suicide of Katherine Argent. Stiles knows this case inside and out. He’s racked up thousands of karma points on reddit for his thoughtful analysis, his pictures of the crime scene, and of his reporting of local gossip. Beacon Hills is a small town, small enough that Stiles is the only one on the Unresolved Mysteries subreddit to have actually seen the burnt out shell in person. He’ll tell anyone who listens what he finds fascinating about the case. Absolutely no shame. He’s read all of the articles, he’s pestered his father’s deputies for more information, and he’s read every cold case compilation book that so much as mentions it. No one knows this case like Stiles does. In which Derek Hale is a man with a dark past, and Stiles is completely obsessed with him.

Three Little Words by Chloepioneer

“Oh god,” he whines, slapping a hand over his mouth to quell the vomit that boils the back of his throat. “Derek, is that the mailman?” or Derek has a bad habit of killing people that take an interest in Stiles. Stiles might like it a little bit.

I am not sorry, it is a lie by LunarLacrimosa

There's old stories. Dark tales of forced love and forced turnings. Of sexual copulation that would almost guarantee a human turning; the bite had a risk of being denied because a human was rejecting what was happening to them. Usually the human had no idea that they could reject anything with copulation—if it happened to be forced there was the rejection of the act itself, but not of the change. “I didn't know.” Stiles raises his gaze to meet Derek's own, honey brown eyes resigned but not betrayed. “I'm sorry,” and he supposes he should be grateful that Stiles couldn't pick up the tick in his heartbeat that would give him away just yet. “I know this isn't what you wanted.”

A brand new game by Nival_Vixen

The nogitsune never really left, but Stiles hasn't stopped trying to control the monster in his head, even if he wakes up screaming most mornings. Even when he's managed to control the nogitsune and his power, Deaton and Scott still bind and restrict him. For the next three years, Stiles plays along with their game until he decides that he's ready to play his winning hand.

Alpha by Nival_Vixen

Stiles has been kidnapped by a serial killer known only as Alpha. Stiles finds himself far too attracted to the man that's probably going to kill him.

No one called, until someone did. by queen_of_OTPs

Stiles found that he hadn’t spoken more than necessary since August. Gone were the rambling rants, extravagant gestures, and range of vocal tones. Monotone sentences that were cut with sharp edges, words like knives and tone like venom. No one had called.

Sights by dontleaveportland

“Stiles!” John’s booming voice cut in through Stiles’s clouded mind, "What have you done?!” Stiles looked up, finally seeing the scene before him. Braeden beneath him. The blood soaked field. All Hell broke loose in what seemed like seconds, the ground’s vibrations intensified, the screaming voices multiplied. Finally, an alpha’s roar broke the clamor. Stiles sank back to the ground, into the deafening silence. Or that time Derek sought a mate by village competition.

Whatever He Wants, Part Two by GentlyWithAChainsaw

Stiles just adores being Derek's new omega.

the feral wind that lit him ablaze by quackquackcey

"If you don't stop me right now," said Derek, whispers of threatening promise curling around his words, "you’ll never escape my clutches." Claws grazed along the sides of Stiles' neck and Stiles shivered with a moan. His eyes met scarlet ones, filled with the primordial power, deadly and feral, and his core shook. A soft laugh. "Too late," he breathed. ——— FBI agent Stiles goes undercover in Eichen House and ends up with only the most dangerous captive as his cellmate, the serial mass murderer Derek Hale. However, neither his case nor Derek are as they seem, and as the mysteries unravel, so do the secrets of his past that haunt him. Will he burn down alone in the fire around him, or will he burn down with Derek in the fire they spark? 🐺❤️‍🔥

Got My Eyes on You by Endellion

Stiles moves into town and Derek wants him.

Sex and Violence by halcyon1993

Derek is a feared mafia boss. Stiles gets turned on watching him work.

Might be a Predator by churkey

Derek's mom once told him they were predators. It never occurred to him to ask, 'If werewolves are predators, what do we hunt?'.

The Spoils of War by halcyon1993

Alpha Derek is a commander in the Roman Army, tasked with pillaging settlements to claim them for his own people. When he comes across a pretty young Omega during his latest conquest, he can't resist taking him as his personal prize.

Killer wolf by TheBeastsWrite

"They’d all but fallen into his apartment, a tangle of limbs and hot kisses, wet lips swollen and crushing together, clashing again and again until the teen was whimpering in delight. It wasn’t until he was pulling the shirt over the teens head that he had gasped out a desperate “I know it was you.”" Derek is a serial killer, Stiles know's he'll understand.

is this a dream (or is it my lesson?) by Melpomene (Aconitehart)

"I can save you from this," Derek says. As he kneels down in front of Stiles, colour returns to the faded water. It spreads, slowly, up the creek bed and towards the forest. Life returning. "I don't -" Derek cups his cheek, and warmth blooms from that simple contact, chasing away the icy cold within him. "All you have to do is say yes." He opens his mouth to refuse, but Derek leans in suddenly. Their noses brush and Stiles' eyes flutter closed. He can't help but tip his chin up, begging for something he's never had before. "Derek," he whispers, longing burning within him as their lips touch. "Humans are like moths," Derek murmurs. "Always chasing after the lights in the forest. You want to be hunted, deep down. You want this." In which Derek is a forest god determined to make Stiles his.

Perception by DiscontentedWinter

Peter Hale's client is a murderous sociopath. The best thing Peter can do is get him committed to Eichen House, where he'll never see daylight again. He thinks.

Other fic recs: angsty fics | possessive Derek | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles | bad friend Scott | pack mom!Stiles | unrequited love | werewolf!Stiles

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WHAT IF I SAY WONY BEIN OBSESSED WITH EATING YOU OUT, WHAT ARE YALL GON' DO ABOUT IT- I'm lowk goin cray cray rn so :3 here ya go very small wony thoughts :p

Cw: accidental overstimming, somnophillia lllololololo, dacryphillia, finger sucking, throat fucking? Idk with fingers ig guys, anal training... Who said that

I guarantee wony WILLL get pussy drunk very often, it's not her fault you taste so delicious on her tongue! Like it's always accidental when she overstimulates you, ignoring the large wet spot on her panties just cause your pussy juices just have a flavor she's never tasted before and now she's addicted to it😞

She always ignores her own desires just because she wants to eat you out so bad, and the horniness down in her princess parts feels almost painful but she'd rather savor the essence of you on her tongue.

And she's so skilled at it too?? Her tongue switches from licking, sucking and flicking your clit sometimes tongue fucking you while her thumb rubs your sensitive bud 😵‍💫 or her long slender fingers go in and out of your overstimulated hole too fast to calculate to the point moans aren't even coming out anymore and it's just screams of pleasure or whines, n your eyes roll back to your skull nd drool dropped down to your tits cause wony has been going at it for like hours atp

She always gets too carried away too like she starts early morning and ends at sunset 😵‍💫 she's just obsessed how she can make you fall apart, obsessed with how her name sounds along with a drawn out whine coming from your lips, the way your cunt twitches in her mouth, the way your face looks so red n tear stained when she's finished nd you look so cute with tears streaming down your face cause of the pleasure , the praises, the little 'thank you's' and 'please's' you'd let out or when you say 's too much' or 'feels to good' just boosts her ego even moree.

Sometimes she just greets you with her eating your delicious pussy (in her words) in the morning as a gift for you being such a good girl for the past week :3 UGHUHH she looks at you with cute lil eyes sayin smth like 'am I doing good?' Or 'say I'm doing good.' Even though she knows she is she js wants to hear it from your mouth. She loves hearing your whines and whimpers for her to stop but you would've stopped her by now if you wanted her to stop anyway.

She'd make you suck her fingers with your slick on them because she wants you to taste yourself, fucking your throat with her long fingers cause she likes hearing you gag with her digits in your mouth. Feeling her finger tips hit the back of your throat as tears welled in your eyes while she said that you were doing sooo good and taking her sooooo well. GRGEHAHDG then she uses the spit from her fingers to train your tighter hole... WHAT WHO SAID THAT, she eats your pussy while she preps your ass for her cock with her fingers- what... I wonder who wld even say that-

[amongemeraldclouds]

Things I’ll Never Say

Why say things out loud when you can write them all down in a journal? No need to inconvenience everyone else with silly declarations of love that’s only guaranteed to break your heart. So what happens when your enemy - of all people - finds it?

Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader

“Is it that, or is it because you’re in love with me?”

Thanks to @thatdammchickennugget for the prompt. Here's my official entry for the Hogmarch challenge, prompt one. 1k words.

Author’s note: The way I screamed when this idea came to mind! Journaling is such a big part of my life, I’ll take any and every chance I can to incorporate it to my stories.

Indented text are journal entries.

Warning: Cursing, no use of y/n, slight angst but it’s kinda cute. Fluff express coming through!

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“Stop copying my notes!” I hiss at Lorenzo, moving my arm to cover my parchment.

“Come on, I missed class today. I need to catch up,” he says, tugging at the arm of my sweater.

“Go ask your friends,” I retort, moving my arm away from his grasp.

“You know they’re not in that class, just you,” he insists.

“Oh we’re not friends,” I deadpan.

“It won’t take long,” he tries again.

“If you weren’t busy sleeping around with everyone, Berkshire. You would have made it to class this morning.”

 He leans in to my ear and whispers, “I’ll make it worth your while.”

I grab the nearest hardbound book and swing it in his direction. Thwack! It strikes his shoulder.

The librarian looks at us sternly. “Your final warning was just given five minutes ago. No noise in the library!” She points her finger to the exit, “You two, out!”

“Great. Thanks for that, Berkshire. Good luck with your notes.” My face gets hot with embarrassment as I gather my things and rush off to the exit.

Enzo spots a black leather bound journal in the area you just vacated. He takes it with him as he exits the library. She’s always writing in this notebook. I’m sure she won’t mind if I take a peek, I’ll give it back to her anyway.

He damn well knew you would mind. When he reaches a quiet corner of the hallway, he proceeds to turn the cover anyway.

I know, I know. I’m not supposed to like Lorenzo Berkshire. Why the fuck did I just draw a heart over the “i”! That’s it. I’m losing my mind! I can’t be caught liking the boy who spewed the word mudblood in my direction our first year. Like it’s my fault I was born into my family. And screw him okay, muggles are awesome. I can break my own heart with my misguided affections, but I’d rather die before I ever let him break my heart. So before I check myself into a mental asylum, I need to just say this somewhere. Anywhere. A last ditch effort to save my sanity.

He’s the intrusive thought I love to entertain in my head.

As a dare, he took off his shirt at the party. My toes curled. I pretended not to notice him.

I heard him laughing with his friends. I love the way it lit up his face.

I saw him enter his dorm hand in hand with a girl. I never wish to be her, another one night stand. Once would never be enough. 

I nearly kissed him again.

He helped me pick up the pile of books I dropped at the library. He seemed kind and concerned. Ha! Who am I kidding?

I count down the hours until I see him again.

Maybe in another lifetime it wouldn’t matter: bloodlines, social status, and hierarchies. So unnecessary.

I noticed the veins in his arm at quidditch practice. I tried not to bite my lip. What must it be like to be wrapped in those arms?

And there he was again with his stupid hair breaking my stupid heart.

Enzo hears determined footsteps approaching and he shuts the journal, hiding it behind him.

“Fine, Berkshire,” I sigh when I reach him. “Here, take my notes,” I say, handing it out to him.

He quirks an eyebrow.

“Weren’t you so desperate to get them earlier?” I fold my arms. “I will not be part of the reason you fail in class.” I point at him, “you and your dumb ass can very well do it yourself. I have more important things to worry about.”

“Is it that, or is it because you’re in love with me?”

My brain short circuits, the fire freezing in my veins. How the hell does he know?

He smirks, pulling out a familiar black journal. My eyes widen.

“On second thought,” I say, stepping back. “It doesn’t matter,” I turn around and walk away. “Fail class for all I care.”

I’m yanked back when I feel Enzo’s grip on my wrist. “Wait.”

My heart thumps in my chest. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. He knows!

“I’m sorry,” he says. What? I turn back, my confused expression directed at him.

“That I called you a mudblood,” he explains. “I was a dumb ass when we were younger.”

“Finally, we agree on something,” I state, trying to mask the tremble in my voice.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you back then and I was prejudiced. Over the years, I enjoyed watching your passion for magic and studying. How you light up when you talk to your friends about a book you just read. And how you’re always the first to volunteer when someone needs help. You have this fire and warmth in you and I just need to be around it all the time. I’m reduced to being a moth to your flame and I don’t mind it at all.”

I blink, speechless.

He takes a step forward, voice softening. “Why do you think I tease you all the time?”

“Well how the fuck was I supposed to know?” The anger not quite there in my voice.

“I just wanted a chance to talk to you and I thought you hated me.” He brushes the hair from my face and cups my face. “Clearly, I was wrong.”

I roll my eyes, “Oh no, I do hate you.” I falter, “but maybe I kind of, just sort of, like you too.”

He grins. “It seems there are things we need to talk about. Will you go on a date with me?”

My heart stutters. “You already know my answer.”

He laughs, “stubborn as always. I’ll take that as a yes.” He pulls me in for a hug. 

Oh. Being wrapped in his strong arms is even better than I imagined. I rest my head on his shoulder when a thought occurs to me.

“You’re sure this is not just some elaborate ploy for me to keep giving you my notes?”

He sighs, “of course not, just enjoy this moment."

He moves his mouth to my ear, "But if you do, I solemnly swear I will make it worth your while.”

I don't hit him this time.

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A/N: For those who get the Avril Lavigne title reference, here's a tight hug for you! ♡

I may or may not have also had a place where I wrote down love confessions for someone I couldn’t have. Some of those may or may not have been included in the journal entries.

Two fics published in one day? Who is she?

[judesmoonbeauty]

2024 Villain’s Festival: Jude Jazza Bonus Story Part 1 ♛

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Please note, I will translate what I am able to obtain during the event. This is a two-part story with part two only available to those who rank. I can not guarantee I will receive part two. Part 2 was achieved.

Translation notes are marked with *** Alternate translation is marked with///

Kate: Haa…

(Yesterday, Victor's momentum got me nodding my head…..)

(It's a lot of responsibility to decide where all that money goes.)

Starting today, I’m sure they’ll go after my heart any way they can for the bonus.

(But, I don't think I can stand the thought of being targeted for a while….)

I think I understand a little better now how the criminals targeted by the Crown feel.

I'd like to hide myself at least for the morning to prepare my mind.

(Okay, I got out of there without anyone finding me….!)

(Let's just stay out here and kill some time and go back in this afternoon.)

???: Where are you going out so early in the morning, Princess?

(This voice is…?)

Kate: Jude…?

I slowly turned around and saw Jude standing at the gate under the dazzling morning sun.

(I knew it was Jude. But there was something wrong with the way he just spoke.)

Jude: What’s wrong? You’re making a strange face.

Kate: What's wrong with…..the way your talking?

Jude: You’re curious?

Jude: I wondered if this way of speaking will make you like me more.…..

Kate: Huh? Like?

Jude: Ah...I almost forgot. I bought this because I thought you would like it.

He hands me a paper bag, manipulating his beautiful Queen's English even though he is not at work.***(See T/L at the bottom).

It was a paper bag from my favorite bakery. The bag was warm and smelled good, as if it was freshly baked.

Kate: I can have this?

Jude: Of course. I bought it for you.

Jude: I just think it's a bit much for one person to eat.

Jude: I'm hoping we can have breakfast together…..what do you think? 

Kate: “What do I think”?!

(I can't believe you asked me for my opinion…..!? Who is this, could it be prank ......!?)

It was almost as if Victor would jump out and say something like, "Yeah! It was a huge success!

Jude is being totally strange right now.

Kate: Um, have you been working too much? Or did you hit your head?

Jude: What makes you think that?

Kate: Because you’re acting too strange! I think you should see Roger!

Jude: Am I sick? There's nothing wrong with me……but if so, I hope you’ll take care of me, Kate.

Jude scooped up my hand in a flowing gesture and dropped a kiss on its fingertips.

Kate: Eek….!!

Jude: …….

I thought I saw a vein on Jude's temple rise when he saw me scream.

I may have seen it wrong, though, because it disappeared in an instant.

Jude: I've only recently fallen for you by accident, so it's no wonder that you’re surprised.

Jude: What do you think? What if we went on a date for the day, and I let you know how I feel about you?

(Oh, he stared acting strange since today...... perhaps, without a doubt.)

Kate: Jude, did you do something elaborate like this just to collect all the bonuses?!

Jude: No way….

Kate: Because, even if heaven and earth were to topple over, there’s no way that you would fall in love with me, Jude. 

Jude: ……..

Kate: See, I knew it!

Kate: If you can get money just by spoiling me, you’d think it’s worth the money! 

Jude: Haa…..***(See T/L note at the bottom)

With a sigh, the mask of the pasted-on smile crumbled.

Jude: Ya know exactly what I’m doin’….If ya know that much, then give me what I want.

The sweet atmosphere from earlier has completely changed. Jude shoots me a sharp look.

I felt a little relieved because his eyes, which held a dangerous light, were the same as usual.

Kate: Give it…..

Jude: The winner's necklace. Ya wear it, don'tcha?

Kate: I will not give it to you!

Kate: This is my very heart and I will not give it when threatened. Because those are the rules. 

Jude: Tsk, how annoyin’. If you're gonna talk about rules, whaddaboutcha, who tried to escape from the review?

Kate: I’m not trying to escape….

Jude: If ya weren't gonna run away, where were ya goin’ to go out so early in the morning?

Kate: That’s…

Jude: Oh, I remember now. Ya were gonna go out with me, weren'tcha?

Kate: What? I didn’t promise that….

Jude: Is there any other reason why ya left the castle so early in the mornin’ other than your plans with me?

Jude: I can't imagine. Why don't we ask some of the other guys?

Kate: Is that...a threat that if I don't go out with you, you'll reveal that I tried to run away?

Jude: If that's whatcha think, then that's whatcha think.

Jude: So, whaddya doin’ today?

Kate: …….

Kate: I'm going out with you Jude.….

As I gave up and accepted the proposal, Jude smiled wryly, as if convinced of victory.

***Queen’s English. This is a literal translation. According to Cambridge Dictionary: the English language as it is spoken in the south of England, considered by some people as a standard of good English. Essentially, Jude is speaking proper, well-educated English when trying to woo Kate. 

***I believe it's self-explanatory, but I went all out on his informal speech just to contrast it with his proper English that was described as beautiful by Kate.

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Plummet (Cat's perspective on Falling)

Cat had started so optimistic. Kiera, finally dressing as an adult? It was a promising development for her executive-assistant-slash-vigilante, one that suggested the kryptonian could possibly grow a backbone in the near future. Goodness knows Kiera desperately needed to come out of her shell. 

Cat had ignored the… well, cattiness emanating from the blonde. A bit of cynicism would’ve been icing on the proverbial cake, had it not heralded something darker.

But when Siobhan marched proudly into Cat’s office, showing her the security footage of Supergirl letting a dangerous criminal go, Cat knew something more was going on. And this morning she used my personal elevator. Perhaps she’s truly lost her mind, Cat thought. “It could be another Bizarro,” Cat said to a disapproving Siobhan, “Put this under your hat until we figure out what’s going on.”

---

Kiera seemed to only get more haughty over time. “You’ve branded me in the media as a girl scout,” the kryptonian said bitterly. “Everyone knows real people have a dark side.”

Where is this coming from?, Cat thought. Psychotic break, brainwashing? Carter loved that old TV show with the star treks, and once spent an entire month talking about mirror universes. Was this an evil Kiera with an invisible goatee? “I fear that you're having some sort of mental breakdown,” Cat said, “Don't worry, it happens to the best of us-”

But Kiera snapped back. “You are the most arrogant, self-serving, mean-spirited person I know.” Tell me how you really feel, Cat thought to herself, but she had to admit that those words struck a little close.

But that hurt was very rapidly replaced by a more primal fear as the kryptonian approached her. “You want to see what powerful really looks like?” Kiera said, “Watch.”

---

They say your life flashes before your eyes. That’s not what Cat saw. Nor did she have a single coherent thought, other than Carter’s face and endless screaming.

Luckily for her, her assailant didn’t kill her. Cat collapsed inelegantly to the ground, turning back up in a panic as the scornful kryptonian stared down at her. “True power, Cat,” Kara scoffed, “Is in deciding who will live, and who will die.”

Somewhere in the back of Cat’s mind - a stray thought as she tried to calm her pounding heart - she understood. She has all this power, but she couldn’t save her planet. Kiera was just as frustrated at her own powerlessness; her history would be enough to cause anyone to have a psychotic break.

Unfortunately, it didn’t change what Cat had to do next.

---

“People are in danger,” she said to James and Winn, as she shared her plan for a televised broadcast on the kryptonian’s erratic and terrifying behavior, “The public needs to be warned.”

“Miss Grant,” James started, “Look, I am sure that Supergirl is going to be fine soon-”

“Can you guarantee me that the public is safe?”

James and Winn shifted guiltily. I know this isn’t her, Cat wanted to say, I know this isn’t who she is. But Cat couldn’t carry a death on her shoulders of someone who trusted Supergirl because of her words. And Cat suspected that Kara - if the girl ever recovered - couldn’t bear that guilt either.

But she hated every moment.

---

Is there any recovery from this?

Kiera had been a wreck at work that day, scurrying around the office with slumped shoulders and stressed eyes, avoiding Cat entirely. Cat supposed she was breathing easier now that Kiera was back to normal, but it still evoked the same question - What happens with Supergirl next?

As Cat walked into her office that evening - intent to pour herself a stiff drink - she was surprised to find a metal tube set on her desk, with a folded piece of paper propped up against it. “I’m sorry,” the letter read, in familiar loopy, feminine writing. “I wasn’t myself.”

Cat opened the tube, noting a strange green glow inside. Kryptonite, she realized, sighing internally at the thought of Kara entrusting her with this sort of protection. “I don’t want you to feel unsafe. If you want me to stop interacting with you, I will,” the letter read. Cat closed the tube, mulling again over her assistant’s state of mind. Sighing, she placed the tube in a drawer, pouring herself a drink as she had planned, before making her way to her balcony.

She shouldn’t have been surprised to see the super when she stepped out, but somehow she was. Kiera sat far from the door, quiet as she looked out onto the city lights. Cat knew the super must’ve heard her, but she didn’t face her - perhaps waiting for the sendoff she thought she deserved.

Cat stepped forward quietly, reaching the railing of the balcony. And that’s what gave Kiera the courage to speak. “I love this city,” she said solemnly.

Cat stood silently, listening to the kryptonian’s words - weighing the tender passion with the agonizing remorse. “What I did to you, Miss Grant-”

“Oh please,” Cat said, shrugging off. “I’ve base jumped Kilimanjaro, do you really think you scared me?”

Well, that was a lie, and they both knew it. “Okay, yes, you did scare me.”

“I scared the whole city,” Kara lamented.

“It’s not going to be easy,” Cat said. “But if anyone can win this city back, it’s you.”

Kara nodded gratefully, biting back unshed tears. “Can I just… stay here for a while?”

“Of course,” Cat said softly. 

In the soft breeze and the quiet night, the two looked back over the city, and wondered what was to come.

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I found it a really weird writing choice that Kara never apologized to Cat - or didn't seem to understand the fear she must've instilled in her, after throwing her off a building - so I tried to fix it here. (I have thoughts on Kara's relationship with kryptonite, but I will spare this post of that ramble.)

[mostlyghostlyy]

Thinking about soft domestic moments with kobble too… waking up next to him (on his stupid sheets). He’s been awake for hours laying there with you in his arms trying not to disturb you. Showering with him and he would be so distracted by you the hot water would be gone before you can even wash your hair. Running errands with him and singing in the car! Relishing in the awful looks you’d get from anyone in public.

Oh my god i am so soft for him.

He's lying awake for hours, just gazing at you. There's not much light in the basement, but that's okay. His eyes can adjust. Dale might purposefully try to get up before you, just so he can lay next to you and observe your sleeping frame. It fills him with a warm sensation, something one could only equate to love. Gently ghosting his hands over your face, over the arc of your nose, and grazing over your lips.

Dale loves lying there with you when you're awake, too. The morning and night chats before starting and ending the day are some of his most cherished. All tucked in and huddled together. Nights, he enjoys listening to you reading aloud (if that's something you do), and likewise, he will sing you his version of a lullaby to end the night. He loves late night conversations with you. Seemingly, the more raw subject matter is acknowledged in the later hours. Morning hours are lazy and groggy cuddling before he reluctantly lets you out of his grip, ready to start the day.

Late night routines with Dale would be chaotic, but would soon fall into a comfortable rhythm. He has his routine, and you have yours, but occasionally the two overlap. He insists on you brushing his hair every night, and might pout if you forget. First time you ask to brush his hair, he pounces on the chance. Sitting, oh-so sweetly on the edge of the bed, eyes shut and head leaned back while you gently work out the snarls and tangles. Compliment how soft and pretty his hair is afterwards, and he’s tackling you on the bed and giving you kisses as gratitude.

Cook him food!!! He would cry!! It's so domestic and soft, something he’s just not used to. Dale will cling to you while you’re cooking, rubbing his face against your hair, quiet words of appreciation purred into your ear. It is extremely difficult to cook with a needy man latched onto you. Give him things to do to offset some of his energy, and he is happy to help! Dale might occasionally make you breakfast in bed. Super basic meal of eggs, toast, and coffee. It's his way of trying to add domestic bliss through a sweet gesture. A sincere smile is all the thanks he’d need.

Running errands with him would be so much fun istg. Trust him to create the shopping list, and it would be pretty much impossible to follow. I can not see this man running a successful grocery shopping operation. Once the list is made, it's almost like a scavenger hunt to Dale. He would be bringing back the items to you, displaying them proudly, and expecting a reward for his hard work. This man has no social anxiety, so if there was something you were looking for and couldn't find, he is locating the nearest employee for help or to complain. I just feel like he would have so many random stories and things to say, I would love to take him shopping. Loves going to any appointments you schedule, waiting in the lobby of a doctor's office or dentist for you to finish. Staring off into space like a weirdo. You might get a lot of weird looks from receptionists, but he doesn't care. He is there to support you! (he hates leaving you alone anywhere)

Anytime you step foot in Dale's car I can guarantee there is music playing, and he is singing to it. If you know the lyrics and join in, he would be ecstatic. His smile wide and genuine while you both scream the words, his eyes glancing between the road and you're nodding head. I think he would feel the most loved here, secure and connected in the relationship. He feels adequate for your devotion, nothing but deep fondness for these moments. He might not even sing, occasionally enjoying listening to you. Etching your sound into his mind, so he can freely recall it whenever he wishes.

[love-and-hisses]

Throw Back Thursday: This was originally written (and posted in the blog) in 2009. It's a perennial favorite.

Finished your Christmas shopping yet? Are you STUMPED trying to come up with the perfect gift for one of those hard to buy for relatives or friends? Do you kinda wanna punch them in the nose when they shrug and say “Oh, just get me any ol’ thing!”?

LOOK NO FURTHER.

In these cold and gray days of winter, all anyone wants to do is bundle up in front of the fire and not move ’til Spring, am I right?

But unfortunately, there are things like “jobs” that are even more unfortunately not located near fires where you can bundle up and keep warm.

What is a cold person to do? What oh what?

I HAVE THE SOLUTION FOR YOU!

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NO difficult and messy settings, no annoying electric cords! You put the ACME Portable FURnace on, and forget it’s there!

You can place it on your shoulder for easy kissing access, or you can place it on the back of your neck for maximum warmth! A little rub between the FURnace’s shoulder blades turns on the vibrating massage function!

You’re taking phone calls! You’re filling out reports! You’re even attending meetings! AND NO ONE KNOWS IT’S THERE, KEEPING YOU WARM! If you weren’t so toasty and warm, you’d hardly know it was there yourself! It runs so smoothly it purrs!

SET IT AND FORGET IT!

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Don’t delay! Order now for Christmas delivery!

Disclaimer: ACME Portable FURnaces are guaranteed to be as adorable as the one pictured above, but may not be as well-behaved; some FURnaces occasionally emit fountains of vomit down your back with no warning and for no particular reason; FURnaces are sometimes known to walk through their own feces and track it all over the place, leading one to sniff and say “Does it smell like butt in here to you?; FURnaces need to have their claws trimmed regularly or may shred your clothing in an attempt to keep their claws sharp; wearing loose clothing is unadvised, as the FURnace may take it as an invitation to go exploring and then pop its head out the front of your shirt to see what’s going on; FURnaces may regard hair as an attractive snack; FURnaces sometimes sneeze and get snot all over the nearest surface (which could be the back of your head); FURnaces will sometimes develop the habit of sitting an inch from your face in the middle of the night and howling “MAO? MAO? MAO?” until your brains leak out your ears; FURnaces are self-cleaning and may interrupt important meetings making smacking noises as they loudly clean their nether regions; though self-cleaning, FURnaces might need the occasional bath (see above regarding walking through their own feces) – use gentle shampoo and the warmest and fluffiest of towels when bathing the FURnace; do not shake the FURnace; do not let the FURnace get cold; speak kindly and gently to the FURnace; do not yell or scream at, shake, fold, spindle or mutilate the FURnace.

[naughtybg3confessions]

(Mod note: Couldn't fit full text in image, entire confession in text below)

You know that line in the Shadow-Cursed Lands, when Karlach says "stay close to Mama K"? Yeah, I, uh. I desperately want to stay *very* close to Mama K. As much as I love the "first night after the engine's fixed we're breaking the bed" stuff, I just love the thought of her being incredibly gentle, and marveling at the feeling of finally being allowed to just be soft with another person. There is just *something* about the sweet concern in that line that makes me want to cuddle into her arms, lean against her hot chest with my legs propped up over her knees keeping me spread for her, listen to the engine chug beneath her soft breasts, and just let her play with me, and touch me to her heart's content, however she'd like.

To feel so loved and protected in her arms while she reacquaints herself with the feeling of touching another person and explores my body (first almost afraid she's going to hurt me on accident, then getting more and more into it as she gets more and more turned on) would be incredible. I'd want her to first caress and then squeeze my tits, ghost her claws over my skin, then play with- and tease me, stroke my clit with those strong, calloused fingers until I'm a moaning mess soaking through the bedroll, and I'd want her to pant hotly against my ear, "be a good girl and finger yourself for Mama K, hm?" when she can't take how soft and wet I am for her anymore, but also doesn't want to risk accidentally hurting me by doing it herself.

The next morning she'd take her nails to Lae'zel grinding wheel, file the claws as blunt as they'll go, and that night, she'd have me screaming for her, guaranteed. First the gentle, soft, sweet love, THEN the bed-breaking, absurd monkey-sex that keeps everyone up until Gale caves and casts Silence over her tent. (There would be NO proper adventuring getting done that day. Unless eating pussy like our lives depend on it counts as spelunking. Which I feel it should.)

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 19

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

Good morning!

Weird time for me to post this as I normally post at night- I know, but I am off work today. The reason for no tea, no work, and only water this morning is because I am getting tattooed this afternoon!

I'm getting a full sleeve in parts; today we are outlining half of the sleeve. I will for sure for sure post photos in my next chapter! I'm so stoked. Oh I did not mention it, but It's a sleeve dedicated to tea so really tea in spirit with today's chapter :P

Let's get into Shen Jiu:

oh god. He went from one dream realm to another dream realm! p205

Oh shit; meng mo really saved his soul from being torn up in that other dream. p205

Honestly SQQ, I too would want to immediately see LBH after that experience. If anything, I would just want to make sure he was still the nice LBH and not the horror show I had just experienced in there. p206

ah! Meng Mo did interfere with Qiu Haitang in the mausoleum. I was wondering what all was happening with her hysterics in there; but dang that was dark showing her SJ's memories. Poor girl had her entire worldview switched p208

I am not emotionally ready to know what SJ went through. Ugh, here we go anyways.

Okay but I kind of really feel bad for Qiu Haitang- the girl really didnt know what was happening. her own brother from the very first day hid the mistreatment. SJ was really treated so fucking awfully. :( p213

Not his name being the number of him being trafficked :(((((( p213

Damn. I was really hoping we would find out who SJ's friend was. Though I do feel like it is someone we know already. I feel like it's Liu Qingge (don't actually tell me though!) -> we will find out later I suspect. p217

The way I exhaled at "You don't even count as human, and you want to be an immortal?" p219

I felt so bad during that "murder scene". Like fuck, I don't even blame SJ, when it all started. He finally killed the guy after almost a decade of abuse and he was once again trying to protect himself from harm. p221-222

Well. The bloodbath after his initial escape and slew of murders was a little unhinged LOL. p223

ooof. "no more waiting". p225

LOL this memory just turned into the plot of holes there. A bunch of children digging holes without end. Is this where SJ finds luo Binghe??? p227

Okay yes he did find him here and he was already peak master at this point (not for long but still). p228

I am glad that the generational naming convention was explained! Similar to MDZS jin's, the Cang Qiong Mountain sect names generationally. I was really wondering why everyone had "Qing". yay for explanation. p229

What the heck. Liu Qingge is rude as fuck: Shen Jiu said mildly, "Good talent doesn't guarantee success." Liu Qingge didn't even grace him with a sideways glance. "But certainly more success than a nobody who only began proper cultivation at age sixteen." p230

I'm having complicated feelings about OG SJ. Like -> his story is fucked and he was very badly damaged as a child, HOWEVER him treating Luo Binghe the way he did and just creating a cycle of violence is not okay. :( p234

My HEART! Luo Binghe's baby tears :(( p235. also him only crying the first day being 'punished' and when he had to bury his mom himself. what the fuck.

Bro that's so awkward for SQQ; waking up to find out he was crying and calling for LBH in his unconscious state and everyone knowing about it. p237

LOL SQQ not upset that LBH is manhandling him but that LBH said his eyelashes were long XD p239

<SCREAMING>

That last page! AAAAAAH. Him admitting he really missed LBH while hugging uuuugh.

[anon-sect]

Robert had needed $5000 to pay for the repairs on his car, but didn't have it. He really needed his car repaired, and was tired of bumming rides or asking for friends to constantly pick him up and take him places. He saw an online advertisement for financial assistance guaranteed. He called the number and spoke with a guy named Genie. He thought it was a weird name, but he needed the help. The following morning, he took a cab to Genie's office to receive financial aid to his situation.

Robert saw that Genie was a tall 6'2" tall athletic guy with a strong muscular body. He shook his hand and explained how much he needed and what he needed it for.

"I can definitely grant you financial aid." Genie spoke as he snapped his fingers. Instantly a piece of paper appeared before him. He slid the paper over to Robert. "Where you see an X, just initial it and sign at the bottom." He pointed at certain areas on the paper.

Robert read a few lines and initial where he was supposed to. He looked down at the fine print and read it. There was a line that needed a name on it. "What am I suppose to write here?" He asked.

"Oh yes, I need you to write in a friend's name there. It's sort of a trade off for granting financial aid. The money is all yours to do with as you please, but I must have a friend's name, someone you know well." Genie paused for a moment with a serious look on his face. "The paper will know if you are lying to me. I need a real friend's name there." He added.

Robert needed the money badly. He wrote in his best friend's name. Genie snapped his fingers and the paper vanished. "Your money will be in your bank account in the morning. Also, the deal here is finalized, there is no changing it." Genie told him as he escorted him out of his office.

Robert wondered what he meant by finalized. In any way, he wasn't going to worry about it. He would have his money in the bank in the morning and his car would be fixed.

Will suddenly felt strange. He thought he was at work, but now found himself in another place. Also that he was unable to move. He heard a voice approach him. "Will, I assume. Your friend Robert made a deal with me to receive financial aide from me in exchange of giving me one of his friends for me to own for their rest of their life." The voice paused as he felt himself being picked up. "You do make a nice pair of socks. I think I should test you out at the gym today. That would be a good way to break you in." The voice added. Will screamed, but no sound came out. The thought that he was a pair of socks sicked him. He thought he was dreaming till he felt a foot enter his body and to endure it a second time. The wiggling of toes confirmed what the voice told him, he was literally a pair of socks. At least the feet hadn't smelled bad yet.

Genie like the way the socks felt. He put on his gym clothes and picked out his favorite pair of shoes to wear.

Genie had bought the shoes at least three years ago and has worn them to just about every workout session at the gym. To break in his new socks, he thought no better time like the present. The current insoles were actually two former humans who were sold away for those who wanted his special services. He sniffed them and saw the shoes smelled ripe. The thought of being trapped in that was something he would not want to experience, but his insoles had been in their for the past two years. Their minds are probably so warped by now. They probably couldn't think straight. Their friends actually tried to bargain to get them back, but his magic was a final deal. Once the wish is granted, their friends belong to him forever. At least they got their wishes granted without having to pay it back. Genie put in his sneakers and went for a walk to the gym, which was only two blocks away from his place.

Will thought being worn on feet was the worse it could get, but he found he was so wrong. Being crushed under foot with each step increased his torment. Next came being shoved against his will inside a smelly prison that is a pair of sneakers. He could tell the sneakers were well used over several years. The owner's foot stench was everywhere. He was trapped in it. He mentally screamed for the guy to let him go, but his thoughts fell on deaf ears.

By the time Genie reached the gym, he felt his socks were slightly soaked in foot sweat. He almost felt bad for the guy, especially since his friend unknowingly sold him off to pay some debt. He decided he would start on the treadmill first before going to the weights. A nice jog would feel good and get the blood pumping.

Will want death so badly. Tasting his owner's sweat was horrible. He now felt his sock bodies saturated with the stench and sweat of the guy's feet. He could tell what the guy was doing next by the motion of the feet he was trapped on. The constant crushing increased in motion. He was jogging. The torture felt never ending.

Genie eventually returned home after the gym. His feet felt amazing. The new socks were working out greatly. He decided that the guy would be his permanent workout socks. Every workout session and gym session, he would wear him from now on. He didn't feel bad for the loser since his friend sold him away so easily.

The following day, Genie saw he had a missed call Robert. He had a feeling why he called him, but he wanted to confirm his suspensions. So he called back.

"Are you satisfied? Did the money request come in handy." Genie asked him, smiling slightly as he wiggled his toes in his socks. He was still wearing the poor guy on his feet since yesterday. He was just too comfortable to take off just yet.

"The money helped out fine. My car is in the shop being worked on. But I tried calling my friend Will and couldn't reach him, nor was he at home or work." Robert paused as he remembered writing Will's name on the bottom of the paper. "I was just curious if his disappearance has anything to do with that fine print." He added. He heard Genie laughing on the phone.

"You remember seeing on the contract that the money was yours and you didn't have to pay it back?" He asked after he finished laughing while knowing his socks would not like to hear this conversation.

"Yes, I thought it was strange, but was glad I don't have to pay it back. What does this have to do with Will?" He asked, hoping he was thinking the reason why his close friend was missing.

"That's the reason why you don't have to pay me back. You basically sold your friend to me in exchange for granting your wish. Will belongs to me now, forever." He spoke to an upset Robert.

"Where is my friend? I want him back now!" Robert screamed over the phone, highly upset over what he mistakenly done without realizing it. "What have you done with him?" He added more. He didn't realize that granting his wish would mean selling off a friend to be a slave to some guy.

"Don't worry, he isn't dead. In fact he will live a very long time." Genie pause to create a dramatic effect for his next words. "As my socks to wear as often as I want. Actually, I have been currently wearing him since yesterday. He really is a comfortable pair of socks." He laughed as he heard Robert cursing and screaming at him over the phone.

Robert calmed down. "Please, give him back." He pleaded as he was so sorry for what he did to Will. He would have never signed the contract or his name if he knew this was the consequences of granting his wish."Please, let me have him back. I will repay the money if that is the only way." He added with remorse in his voice. Yet again he only heard a taunting laughter.

"My magic wish granting contracts are final. Once signed, whoever you trade for the wish to be granted belongs to me, and I never let go of my new possessions." Genie paused. "I will take good care of him as he takes good care of my feet. Have a nice day." He spoke and hung up on him. There was no going back. He sold Will to him, and he wasn't getting him back. "You are my socks forever thanks to your friend, Will. Enjoy my feet for the rest of your life." He laughed as he relaxed in his socks, not caring how Will felt. He was just socks now.

[bassettmemes]

FEAR STREET SERIES. ↳ quotes from the fear street book series by r.l. stine. they're not all horror-themed, but there are mentions of murder, death, and a few mentions of food.

“i have a couple of suggestions to help things along. first of all, go back to school on monday.”

"my first day back was a non-event."

"they will come when they come. screaming your throat raw will not change anything."

"i hope you learned your lesson."

"i'm not into lord of the rings."

"this must be what it's like on the moon."

"it's bad enough that we killed [name]. we can't kill four people."

"i heard the whole story. i'll phone the police."

"you've been out in the ozone somewhere since we got here."

"oops! forget you heard that. it just slipped out."

"simon and angelica fear were supposed to be the most evil people in the world. we studied it all in fourth grade."

"without the nectar, i'll perish!"

"where'd you get that line? out of an old horror movie?"

"yes, i know what facetime is."

"like, hello. it's the twenty-first century — geeks rule!"

"dreams are all wishes, right?"

"sorry, i'm on my break."

"i sound so broken up about it, even i would believe me."

"evil never dies. those who do it's work can be conquered, but the evil never goes away. it only seeks a new vessel. anyone can be the victim of evil. even the kindest heart, the gentlest soul, is at its mercy."

"what if you're a ghost from the future?"

"you're not interested in their story, you're interested in their bod!"

“i know i’m going to be different when i go to college. i’m getting my nose pierced, definitely. and maybe a tattoo.”

"good idea. let's get some pizza!"

"why is she so sad? and so mysterious?"

"i will never apologize to a murderer!"

"that's dumb. my plan is better than that."

“i think i’ll write to my mom that you and i have gotten to be very close — very close friends.”

"did you really believe i was a ghost?"

"how can i prove that i'm not a ghost?"

ever since i found out Iiwas a pisces and water was my sign, i’ve had a much better relationship with swimming.

"that was the worst, thinking a fish had eaten the eyeballs out of my skull."

"you went out with me just because you wanted to kill mr. northwood?"

"psychos are allowed to wear maroon, too, you know."

" i tore a fingernail while getting dressed for school this morning and burst into tears. that’s how messed up i am."

"yeah, well, there's no guarantee the sun will rise tomorrow."

"he's so intense, but i like him anyway."

[nahisummerhold]

How would Nahi handle a squatter in her new apartment? If that was even something she would physically encounter, LOL! Figure this could be an interesting prompt after the near fistycuffs flying the other night!

Opening up her house the day after she bought it, Nahi jumped back and bit back a scream, ‘never use your voice in ways that will destroy it faster” her mother’s voice in her head, or course maybe it was just that her mother had felt nothing in truth. “Who are you?” She demanded of a dirty Sin’dorei that was laying on a sleeping mat in the center of her living room. 

“I am a victim of the poor handling of our wars and constant noble manipulation,” he said, challenging her instead of answering her question.

“Well, Victim,” she said as if it was his name, “you have to leave, this is my home and I have a…”

A knock sounded on the doorframe, Nahi turned and looked back at the older man behind her, they exchanged pleasantries as he looked at the man on the floor and she kept ignoring Victim’s presence. This man was one of the contractors and she walked him through and up the stairs to where the bathroom was she wanted to renovate. 

Once they were upstairs the contractor leaned in and spoke quietly to her, “Who is the man downstairs?” He had observed her when she walked in because he was early, he had heard the conversation.

Nahi turned around in the bathroom and shook her head slightly, keeping her voice quiet, “He was here when I walked in just now.” Looking to the stairs she bit the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. 

He started the conversation about the work she needed done, and it snapped her out of her worried thoughts. They walked through the second floor so he could see the full extent of the space and what she was considering, when they headed back down to the main floor he looked at her, “I have some samples back in my office, I do not have any other work this morning. Why don’t you come with me?” Offering up a grateful smile, her back turned to the man on her floor, “Thank you, I had some ideas but your expertise will be invaluable.”

The contractor offered his arm and she placed her hand in the crook of the shorter man’s arm, “I think your idea of the tile is wonderful, I am looking forward to your thoughts on the overall design.” With that she let him walk her away from the house, and once they were out of earshot of even their elven kin she spoke, “Thank you. Now I will have to figure out the best way to handle that.”

“You could hire a bear and set it loose in there,” he said and her eyes swung to look at him with a laugh. “Tell a guard, it happens pretty often. Make sure and change the locks.”

She blinked slightly, and bit her bottom lip, she knew who to contact in the guard department but for the locks, “You don’t know who I might hire to do that?” The words were hopeful, she was sure she could probably contact Sol, but as she was already with the contractor. Sol would probably charge less but…. “I can pay in a free lunch.”

He looked at her, “Not going to guarantee me the renovation job?”

Nahilvi smiled at him, “I will pay for the locks and your time, but I am not just entrusting a stranger without even a quote. May as well just go give Victim a listing of my accounts.” There was a sparkle to her eyes.

“I think I will like working for you, Miss Nahilvi.”

(Thank you for the question @kelzthalassunwhisper . Small mention to @solstryce )

[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter Two: Harsh Reality

Gates Of Hell Masterlist

Word Count: 3770

Warnings: swearing, teasing, elements of horror, mentions of death, blood, violence, gore

[A/N: Thank you thank you thank you to everyone who has already taken interest in this story! It's a new exploration for me but I am having so much fun. The characters, however, are not. Oops.]

Harsh Reality

Screams and cries flew around like voices in the wind, people scrambling for safety. Some were trying to run into the school, ignoring Steve’s yells of warning. It was complete and utter chaos, stripped straight down to the horror of it all.

Hawkins was falling apart, no one an exception to the terror. Everyone was moving in blurs, throwing themselves away from danger, fighting ungodly creatures.

But you barely breathed, eyes fixated on the sky. Something huge was towering over your town, a faceless head weaving its way into your haunted memories. You couldn’t even begin to register the world around you right now.

“We need to get out of here.”

You turn your head to see Steve Harrington’s pale expression. Of all the people you could have ended up with in this situation, it had to be him. But you were grateful, you supposed. Grateful he saved your life.

“Where are we meant to go?” You ask, but it wasn’t snarky. It was scared. Steve looks down at you, peeling away from his surroundings.

You were blinking against the harsh flash of lightning, your front entirely covered in dark red. Mascara had ran down your cheeks, face stained with blood. Steve hadn’t even seen how bad it was inside the high school, but now he was concerned.

There weren’t many places in Hawkins he could be sure were safe, not by a long shot. But there was one place he could guarantee was empty.

“My house.” Steve nods.

“What makes you think that it’s safe?” You frown, and he clears his throat.

“Trust me.” Is all he says as he starts walking off, heading for cover around the side of buildings. You bite your lip, glancing at your surroundings.

A man was holding another up, blood running down the side of his face. Kids, people you knew, were being backed into corners, cars pulling away and burning rubber. There wasn’t much choice given to you here, to anyone. It was die or survive.

“Sure, why not.” You mutter, eventually taking rushed steps towards his retreating form. “I’ll just trust the guy that hates me and follow him to his house. Alone. What could go wrong?”

The streets were eerily bare as you walked through the town, taking lesser populated routes for caution. There were distant screams echoing in the wind, sometimes begging for help. Cars shrieking out of control, crashes that made you flinch.

But the silence was the worst. Long pauses of the chaos left you alone with your thoughts, not knowing if anyone was surviving.

Steve was leading you past the woods and towards Cornwallis in hope you wouldn’t meet any unwanted visitors. But, truthfully, he wasn’t entirely sure where he was going.

Usually he’d be driving, heading across town to pick up Nancy. He didn’t take shortcuts, or stroll on a scenic route. It was hard for him to break out of that routine driving past the Wheeler’s house every morning, the familiarity too comforting to rid himself of. He wanted to change that, to finally move on. It just proved harder than it needed to be.

After a moment, Steve’s footsteps slowed and you raise an eyebrow, watching as his hand starts to point between two directions. He was literally at a crossroads now, and you could tell he was struggling. It was almost amusing in this terrifying circumstance.

“Harrington.” You say and he glances back at you.

“Yeah?” He shakes his head, hand and finger still pointed outwards.

With a sigh, you move forward and push his hand further to the right.

“This way.” You pat his back, slipping in front of him. You didn’t have time to waste on teasing him. You didn’t have the energy.

Steve watches you lead him into the woods, lowering his hand and gulping. Now you knew he had zero directional skills. You’d probably annoy him later, laugh in his face. God, he hated that.

A distant screech echoed behind him, your head whipping towards the noise. On second thought, Steve would much rather have you humiliate himself than be ripped to shreds.

Every step you took felt practised, your body swerving between the trees enough to have Steve question how you knew where you were going.

“Hey.” You call out to him quietly and he looks up from where he was studying the roots. “You know your way from the trailer park?”

“Uh,” Steve blinks, “Yeah.”

You simply nod, continuing your path. It was a bittersweet journey you were taking again, the crunch of leaves beneath your feet like deja vu. You were so used to using the woods to get to school that you felt you knew them like the back of your hand. Courtesy of the Hopper gene.

When you led him through the last thick of trees and out into the open, Steve had to feel impressed. Not that he’d say it out loud, of course. Couldn’t go feeding your ego or it could explode.

It was so quiet between you he wondered if any of this was a good idea. He didn’t want to leave you out there alone, but you didn’t seem any more pleased about the companionship than he was.

“Okay, this is ridiculous.” You break the silence, walking beside him on the barren road. “Are we just not gonna talk? Ever?”

“Apparently not.” Steve commented and you suppress a groan.

“Fine. How about this?” You turn to him and he stops. You wrap your arms around your torso, nodding. “We’ll get to yours, I can wash off this crap and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“What?” He frowns. You tilt your head.

“Look, neither of us are gonna survive whatever the hell is going on right now when all we ever do is fight. We’ll probably kill eachother which won’t achieve anything.”

“And where are you gonna go?” He questions, suddenly sounding defensive.

“Home.” You say simply. “You see, even us peasants have one.”

Whatever objection he had faded from his subconscious at your comment, clicking his jaw and taking a deep breath. “Fine.”

“Wasn’t asking your permission.” You retort, continuing your strides.

It was silent between you once again after that, Steve leading you to the front of his house without a single word. He should be happy you’re not staying with him here. Steve wasn’t even sure he was going to be staying here. He just needed something important, then he’d know his plan for sure. And you aren’t a part of any plan he could think of.

Looking up at his childhood home, everything felt normal. The quiet street, seemingly empty house. No lights turned on, all the doors locked. Even as he turns the key in the lock and allows the doors to creak open, it was all normal.

You peer over his shoulder, frowning at the bare space. In truth, you had expected ‘mommy and daddy’ to come running, fussing over their child and then taking one look at you as if to say ‘this is your fault, dirty brat’.

But no one came running. And Steve didn’t seem phased by it at all.

“Okay.” He nods, placing his hands on his hips. He turns to look at you, your feet still barely in the door. He frowns. Wasn’t that jumper blue this morning? “Uh, there’s a shower upstairs. You can wash up there. And… I might have something that’ll fit you.”

“Huh?” You tear your eyes away from the expensive china decorating the room.

“Clothes.” He gestures to your body and you grimace, knowing that there would be no saving your shirt and jumper. I mean look at it. It was a dark crimson now.

“Cool.” You sigh, finally stepping across the door frame.

Steve steps around you and pulls the doors shut, flicking on the lock. He silently points to the staircase before leading you up, pausing just outside a white painted door.

“Wait here.” He says, jogging further down the hallway and disappearing into a room at the end.

You wrap your arms around your torso, suddenly shivering. The nerves were hitting you again, the weight of the situation finally dawning on you. You saw a girl being eaten by a creature you could only imagine in your worst nightmares. Your teacher tried to attack you, kill you, before you beat him to the punch. His face…

“Here.”

You hadn’t even noticed Steve’s return, looking up at him now as he held out a t-shirt and a hoodie.

Reluctantly, you take the offered clothes. It wouldn’t do you any good to wander through Hawkins smelling like someone else’s blood. Someone else’s blood.

“I’ll be down there.” Steve gestures vaguely in the direction he came from. “Shower’s pretty basic so shouldn’t have any problems with that. If you know how to use a shower.”

“Yes, I know how to use a shower, Harrington.” You roll your eyes, pushing through the door before the inevitable argument began.

When the door clicks shut, Steve spins back around on his heels.

“You’re welcome.” He grumbles, heading back to his room. The sound of the shower hitting porcelain was muffled as he shut his door behind him.

He took little time rooting through his drawers, muttering under his breath about nothing in particular, just sentences to calm his every-growing anxiety. His heart skips when he finds it, standing straight and placing the radio to his lips.

“Henderson.” He speaks into it, lips tightening, “Are you there?”

No response.

“Henderson, it’s Steve.” He attempts again, brows furrowed, “Come in, Henderson.”

Static blared into his ear and he finds himself sliding down his wall, hidden behind a chest of drawers.

“Dustin?” He tries one more time before he drops the radio from his hand, the static noise blaring back at him all too unbearable. He brings his hand to his face, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as his features twisted.

There’s a soft knock on the door that has his head whipping up.

“Steve?” Your voice calls out and he’s a little surprised at the first name basis, more surprised at how fast you showered. Or maybe he had been sat here longer than he thought.

“Just, uh… I’m changing.” He decides, wincing at how fake it sounded. If you noticed, you didn’t comment on the matter.

“Right.” Your words are slightly muffled by the thick door at first until they come louder, like you were leant against the wooden barrier. “I, um… I just wanted to know if you had a first aid kit. To clean up a bit before I go.”

Stood on the outside, you were attempting to rest your weight onto one leg by leaning against the door, your left ankle throbbing with pain. The adrenaline must have worn off when you got into the shower, peeling your jean leg from a bite wound that didn’t seem real. It was still bleeding, only lightly now, but it didn’t look infected. You hoped it stayed that way.

All you needed right now was a bandage and you’d be on your merry way. Sure, you’d make it to the cabin without it in no time, but you wanted to be safe. You didn’t know what was lurking out there. Or, rather, you did. And that was somehow more terrifying.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure.” Steve finally responds, s quiet you almost missed it. You can hear him clear his throat, a little shaky. “In the kitchen. Under the sink.”

“Oh, cool.” You nod, fiddling with the cuffs of a hoodie that was a size too big. You open your mouth to continue, words suppressed in your mind that begged to release, but they didn’t come out. “Okay.”

And with that, you left, locating the staircase and making your way into the foyer.

You didn’t expect any kind of dramatic goodbye. Neither of you wanted to be here in the first place. It would be better this way. Right?

You figured the kitchen would be easier to find than it was, opening around three doors before one swung into the designated area. This house was huge, much bigger than you expected. People told you the Harringtons were rich, but you didn’t they were this rich.

At least the sink was quick to locate, your stained sneakers tapping lightly against the shiny wooden floors. You felt like you had to be delicate with everything you touch, as if your commoner hands would shatter them completely.

Gently pulling open the cupboard doors, the first aid kit was exactly where Steve said it would be, hidden behind a bottle of bleach.

You place it on the counter top, flicking the lock open and rooting through. You found some cotton pads and a thick gauze roll, grateful you’d be able to secure your ankle before heading out into hell.

Sitting atop a bar stool, you settled your left foot on the seat in front of you and gently rolled back the denim. It looked worse in this light, all red and puffy. The bite marks were small but punctual, decorated in a band that wrapped all around your skin. You shivered, remembering the face that wasn’t a face.

The teeth indented into your skin resembled the same kind that were uncurled from Holloway’s mouth. That was weird, right? For them to be so similar when he was a man and the creature was more like a dog.

Shaking away the thought, you apply the cotton pad on the worse of the area, pressing gently down until you winced. You balance it there as you grab the gauze, wrapping it carefully around until you felt it was secure, cutting off the strip and pulling the denim back down.

To make sure it was breathable, you test it out with a walk, pacing around the kitchen island. It was sturdy. And applied just enough pressure to get you to the cabin.

A small shuffle could be heard from the hall and you turn to it, kitchen door closed. You supposed you should thank him. After all, he didn’t have to take you here.

Nor did he have to save your life.

Sighing, you place the contents back into the kit, shutting it close. You thought to put it back where you found it, but you weren’t sure if he had gained any injuries. So you leave it on the counter, running a hand through your damp hair as you head to the door, trying to push away that bitter part of you that fought against your acknowledgement of his kindness.

You pull the handle to slip around the door, placing a hand against the wood to stop it from colliding with you as it swung back into place.

You take a deep breath, knowing that you can give your thanks and go. There was no time for you to be embarrassed about it right now.

“Hey, thanks for…”

But your gratitude was worthless.

Because it wasn’t Steve.

Steve rubbed at his eyes, still sat against the wall like it would save him from the harsh reality.

After you left his door, he figured that he wouldn’t be seeing you again. He wasn’t sure how he should be feeling about that, but he didn’t take the time to dwell on it. It was the least of his problems right now.

Dustin wasn’t answering his radio. Dustin always answered his radio.

He was meant to be driving the boy to the arcade right now, meeting him at Cornwallis and Elm on Dustin’s way back from Lucas’. They were doing a project of some kind, and Steve had promised to help Dustin beat Max’s score on Dig Dug.

What if he had been waiting there as promised when everything fell into chaos? What if he didn’t realise what was happening until it was too late?

What if his radio was just laying there in the street, abandoned…

An unexpected crash sounded through his house, Steve’s hair standing on end. He listened out for anything else, hoping that you just bumped into something by accident. His mother was always leaving ornaments balanced on poorly placed tables everywhere. You must have knocked one over-

“No!”

He was on his feet in a millisecond, heart racing as he sprints to the door. Just as he practically tears the thing off its hinges, he had a sudden thought, lunging to his wardrobe and rooting between the hanging clothes.

Another loud crash and he’s panicking, rooting through the space for something he was doubting he had hidden there. But then his fingers brushed against the familiar handle and he grabbed it tight, out of the door and bounding down the stairs in seconds.

The cacophony of unsettling standards were coming from the kitchen. Where you were supposed to be.

Steve’s sneakers squeaked against the waxed floors, shoving his shoulder against the door so it burst open with force enough to have it slamming into the wall beside. He locates you almost instantly, eyes widening.

You had a chopping board in your hands, led on your back in the now blackened floor of his kitchen. And a man was on top of you, teeth biting into the board as you strained against the force with all your might.

Just as you cried out, Steve snapped back into action and lifted his bat to swing it down against the man’s torso. It knocked him off of you completely, your attacker rolling across the floor.

You’re scrambling to your feet, barely glancing at Steve as you lunge for something on one of his counters.

As you did, the man raised himself from the floor and turned around, snarling. Steve felt his stomach drop.

“Mr Albright?” Steve questions, wide eyed.

Albright looked worse for wear, black veins stretched across his body as he snarled. He was covered in dark blood, some black, some red. And his mouth was opening just like a Demogorgon.

“Sir. It’s me! Steve!” He tries, but what was once Mr Albright was now a raging monster, set to kill. And his sights were now on Steve.

He pounced at him before he could react, fingers curled into claws as an ear-piercing shriek ripped from his uncurled mouth.

“Hey!”

You yell, jumping onto Albright’s back before he could reach him, plunging a kitchen knife into his shoulder.

He growls, trying to claw you off of him. But you’re relentless, stabbing him over and over, before you’re slammed back into a wall.

You drop to the ground, grip still tight on the knife. And, as the inhuman turns to screech at you, you push yourself onto your feet and drive the blade upwards, catching his chin and striking straight through his mouth, angled to pierce the back of his throat.

Dark spots spurt from his mouth as he chokes, four pieces of his mouth retreating back against his skin. You’re pushing against his weight, almost losing the battle, until Steve shoves him away from you, body hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

A silent moment ticked by as you both stare down at him. He wasn’t moving.

The clatter of metal struck the ground as the blade slips from your fingers. Steve looks to see you bending your legs into a crouch, pressing the palms on your hands into your eyes as you breathe heavily.

Steve isn’t sure what to say, or how to comfort you. But before he can decide, you uncurl yourself and take a shaky breath, nodding towards the body sprawled across the ground.

“You know him?”

Steve slowly nods, stepping closer to see his face. “Mr Albright. He’s… he’s my neighbour.”

“Sorry.” You whisper, picking the knife up from the ground and examining it. Then, you wipe it against the thigh of your jeans, collecting it with the other blood.

Your hands are visibly shaking, fingers flexing in and out. Steve frowns.

“Are you-”

“How did he get in here?” You interrupt, not in the mood for Steve Harrington’s pity.

“I don’t know.” Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I locked all the doors when I left this morning, I- I’m sure of it.”

“Maybe you missed something.” You say, but your words were bitter.

“I didn’t.” He replies through gritted teeth, and you laugh acrimoniously.

“Well he got in here somehow.” You express and Steve bites his tongue. You open your mouth to continue before you sigh, looking away from him. “I don’t-”

You hold back words, shaking your head and walking past him, not even acknowledging the body bleeding out a pool onto his floor.

“Woah, wait.” He follows you, barely catching the door as it swings back against him.

By the time he catches up, you’re securing your shoelaces by the front door, knife resting beside you.

“You good if I take this?” You nod towards the metal blade and he blinks.

“Uh-”

“Wasn’t really a question to be honest.” You sigh, collecting it from the ground and straightening up. “That was my second encounter with a freaky zombie guy and it won’t be my last.”

“Second?” Steve frowns and you nod, avoiding his eyes.

“Holloway.” You say quietly and Steve’s expression softens. He had found you with the demodog, not even thinking about what happened in the time before that. The body he saw on the floor…

“Anyways, I guess I should say thanks. For this.” You wave the knife in the air, hand already on the front door handle. “For... you know.”

Steve was surprised you managed to say it without looking physically sick, a strange flutter in his chest that he chalked off as adrenaline. He knows he can’t argue with you about leaving. You had always been stubborn, even before the rivalry started.

“Yeah.” He simply replies, accepting your almost 'thank you'. The bat starts feeling heavy in his hand so he swings it lightly to rest on his shoulder.

You raise a brow.

“Nice bat.” You comment, a tight smile as you turn around and pull down on the handle. But, before even a crack of light was exposed, something further down the hallway catches your attention. “Uh… Harrington?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I figured out how your neighbour got in here.”

Steve frowns, noticing your pointed stare and joins you by the door, peering around the corner.

Further down the hallway, there was another door. It led to the garage, easy access to his car before he took off in the mornings.

And he can see that very garage now since the door had been smashed to pieces, wood hanging off the hinges.

“Shit.”

Chapter Three: Truth ->

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Dark Wednesday/Enid Fanfiction Story: WEDNESDAY VERSUS HELL PART 1

SUMMARY: Just days after Wednesday and Enid's daughters turn eighteen years old, a very tragic moment occurs within their family. Now, Wednesday and her family must go on their darkest journey ever... with no guarantee they will survive...

*Cover Picture by: @emeriart

Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. They were a duo that shouldn't have worked... but they did... and somehow their relationship resulted in marriage. Now, Wednesday and Enid work at their old school: Nevermore Academy as teachers, raising up an entire new generation; including their own twin eighteen year old daughters: Harmony and Ana. Harmony, who carries both of her mother's special abilities, continues to grow and explore the world with her girlfriend (and now fiancé) Megan. Ana meanwhile is a different story. Today we begin just three days before Harmony and Megan's planned wedding day; a day designed to bring hope, promise and light to the future. However... there have been recurring dreams amongst certain members of the Addams Family recently that have foretold that something very dark is coming...

"Wednesday Versus Hell Part 1"

Written by: "Fun But Shy Girl"

Harmony Addams was sitting on a bus that was going through town. Harmony was holding her phone in front of her, while she was in the midst of a video call with her fiance: Megan. A smiling Harmony had her knees bent as she said, "So I just got the last of our RSVP's and my wedding dress this morning." A smiling Megan was walking down a sidewalk as she held her phone in front of her while saying, "And I just picked up my dress too. Oh God, I can't wait until we get married on Saturday." Harmony then began to look more excited as she said, "Megan... there's something really important I want to say to you." Megan giggled, and then said, "Well you can tell me in two minutes. I'm just a block away from your bus stop, and it always gets here on the dot every morning at 8:30." Harmony looked more excited as she said, "No. I can't wait another minute to say this." Then as Megan stopped for a second, she said, "Okay. I'm listening, but I have to watch where I'm going. I'm about to cross the street."

As Megan began to cross the street, Harmony closed her eyes and said, "Megan... I love you... so much. I am so madly in love you with that... I want to get married today! Lets just run to the court house and get married. We can still have the ceremony for our family on Saturday, but I don't want to go one more day not married to you because I am just totally, deeply, and crazy in love with you. So... what do you think?" Then Harmony opened her eyes and saw on her phone, simple text that said - Connection Lost. Then suddenly the sound of a scream was heard outside the bus. The bus suddenly stopped, as a worried Harmony asked, "What's going on?"

Harmony then quickly ran off the bus, as she saw a crowd was gathering nearby. Harmony ran over to an older woman as she asked, "What happened?" The older woman looked shocked as she said, "I... I saw it all. A truck came zooming down the road. It looked like the driver had faulty brakes, because I heard screeches as he tried to stop the truck. I tried to scream at that girl at the crosswalk to get out of the way, but the truck stopped too late and..." Panic began to go across Harmony's face as she said, "What girl!?" Before the old woman could even answer, Harmony ran into the crowd. She pushed past people trying to see what they were looking at, and within seconds... Harmony saw laying under a truck... was the broken and bloody body of Megan laying lifeless on the road. As the image and what it meant slowly began to process in her mind, Harmony's eyes widened while she fell to her knees. First there was no emotion... then there were tears... and then Harmony suddenly shrieked as loud as she could while her head fell to the ground. Then Harmony shrieked loudly again as police cars pulled up to the scene.

***

Many hours later, Harmony was sitting alone on the front steps of her home. Her arms were folded, her head hung low, and nothing but sadness was on her face. From behind her, Enid stepped out of the house looking a bit distraught as she said, "So... I just spent the last four hours talking to Megan's parents. They... they're barely keeping it together... and I guess that's the best anyone could hope for right now. Did, um... did you want to talk to them?" Harmony simply turned her head. Enid looked at Harmony with sadness in her eyes as she said, "Did you want to talk to me?" Harmony again simply turned her head. Enid with a sad face, then reluctantly walked back in the house.

Now alone, Harmony began to breathe in and out with very deep breaths. Her chest began to suddenly hurt, and heart began to race. Harmony then put a hand over her heart as more tears began to come from her eyes. Harmony then fell to the ground and curled up into a ball as she began to cry. However after a long period of crying... anger went across Harmony's face. Harmony then stood up... and walked away with a glare in her eyes.

***

Wednesday and Enid were washing dishes in the kitchen together, while Enid said, "I haven't seen Harmony in the last two hours. Any idea where she is?" Wednesday had a cold emotionless face as she said, "Our now adult daughter is simply processing things in her own way." Enid made a sigh, and then said, "What happened to Megan... do you think it was really just an accident, or do you think someone may be targeting our family?" Wednesday kept her eyes focused on washing the dishes as she said, "We cannot take action without more information. The absence of knowledge breeds fear and paranoia; none of which are useful tools." Enid nodded her head as she said, "Guess you're right. I called Ana earlier and asked her to cut her college tour short and come back home immediately. In fact... I'll go in the other room and video chat with her to see when she expects to get home."

Enid then walked into the other room. For a moment, Wednesday continued to wash the dishes in silence. However suddenly Wednesday heard Enid in the other room yell, "Who are you!?" Then suddenly a banging sound was heard, followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor. Suddenly Wednesday's eyes widened as she said, "My God. This is the moment I foresaw." Then Wednesday turned around and saw a dark figure in a dark cloak run into the kitchen towards her with a sword out. Wednesday immediately pulled out her own sword (which she had concealed behind her back), and tried to block the other individual's sword with her own. Wednesday and the dark figure tried to hit the other with their respective sword, as several swings and clashes were made. However at one point, the two found their strength evenly matched as they pushed their swords up against one another.

Then the dark figure moved one of their feet and kicked Wednesday to the ground. As Wednesday looked up at the dark figure, she heard a voice beneath the cloak say, "How does it feel Wednesday Addams... to finally be completely defeated by the last person you ever expected to overpower you!?" Wednesday then glared at the figure as she said, "Who are you?" Then the figure took off their cloak, revealing themselves to be... an angry Harmony. Confusion went across Wednesday's face as she said, "Harmony!?" Then an angry Harmony quickly kicked Wednesday in the head, immediately knocking her out.

***

Wednesday opened her eyes and realized she was in the basement of her home, tied to a chair. Across the room was Enid tied to a similar chair. Harmony then entered the room looking very bitter. Enid looked at Harmony with confusion and fear in her face, while she breathed in and out very heavily. Wednesday meanwhile just glared at her daughter while saying, "What are you doing Harmony?" Harmony stood still for a moment... then turned to look directly at Wednesday... and then Harmony angerly glared at her mother while saying, "Megan is dead... and you mother... are going to bring her back to life for me." A confused and worried Enid said, "Harmony, what are you talking about? Your mother can't bring people back to life." Then Harmony suddenly screamed, "Of course she can! She's Wednesday Freaking Addams! I've seen her hide her soul, survive fatal attacks to her body, and more importantly: send demons to the underworld through portals that she opened." Wednesday continued to glare at Harmony as she said, "Harmony, with the right materials, I can send demons to the underworld; but it's a one way street. I cannot bring people back from the afterlife."

Harmony then brought her face close to Wednesday's as she said, "Don't lie to me. The only reason you had to send demons back to the underworld, is because they escaped from the underworld. So as soon as you realized that was possible, the great Wednesday Addams obviously looked high and low to find a way to duplicate that process. So duplicate that process now mother. Open up a portal to the afterlife, and bring back Megan now!" Wednesday began to look more angry as she said, "I can't do that!" Then Harmony screamed, "Bring back Megan now!" Then a frustrated Wednesday yelled, "I said I can't!" Harmony suddenly took a step back, and began to sound much more calm as she said, "Of course... because if the world discovered that Wednesday Addams had the key to bring people back from the dead... she would know no peace, and more importantly: the very foundation of civilization would fall apart. So of course you would keep the key to opening the underworld buried... but not destroyed... because you'd save that key for yourself, just in case someone you love died... someone like the woman you married!"

Harmony then took a small remote out of her pocket as a worried Enid said, "Harmony, what are you doing?" Harmony pressed a button on the remote, and it suddenly activated many wires attached to Enid's chair. Tons of jolts in electricity went into Enid's body causing her to scream, while Wednesday's eyes widened. Harmony let go of the button, and the shocks to Enid's body stopped. Tears appeared in Enid's eyes as she said, "Harmony... don't do this." Harmony angerly looked at Wednesday as she yelled, "Bring Megan back!" Then Wednesday yelled, "I can't!" Harmony pressed the button on the remote again, causing Enid to be shocked once more. Harmony again screamed, "Bring Megan back!" Then Wednesday once more screamed, "I can't!" Harmony let go of the button, as Enid now sat in great pain. As Harmony pointed her remote at Enid, she looked at Wednesday right in the eyes while saying, "Either admit you have the key to the underworld now, or admit it after watching your wife go through the experience of death. It's your choice!"

Then with tears in her eyes, Enid said, "Harmony... whatever you do... I just want you to know... I will always love you, and I will always forgive you no matter what... my beautiful baby girl." Suddenly Harmony's eyes widened... then her hands began to shake... and then she backed away as she began to look at the entire room around her. Tears appeared in Harmony's eyes as she looked at Enid while saying, "Oh God... Oh God..." Then after a moment of standing still, Harmony angerly threw her remote to the ground, and crushed it beneath her feet. Harmony quickly untied Enid from the chair... and then fell to the ground sobbing. Enid quickly got up, untied Wednesday, and then got down on the ground and hugged Harmony. As Harmony curled up into a ball sobbing, she said, "Oh God. I'm sorry mom. I'm so sorry. I... I just wanted to do anything I could to bring back Megan. Oh God, I just wanted Megan back so bad." As Enid held Harmony in her arms, she said, "It's okay. It's okay Harmony. I forgive you. I will always forgive you. It's okay. It's gonna be okay."

Wednesday meanwhile simply stood up, and looked down at Harmony with a cold look in her eyes. Harmony alone then looked up at Wednesday as she said, "Mother... I'm sorry. It's just... I don't know what else to do now." Then Wednesday looked directly into Harmony's eyes as she said, "Go to hell." Harmony looked down with sadness as she said, "Okay. I deserve that." Then Wednesday simply said, "No. I mean we will go to hell. You were right Harmony... I do have the key to the underworld." Harmony then began to stand up as she said, "Are you serious?" Wednesday then opened up a nearby drawer, removed a false bottom, and then took out an old book. As Wednesday opened up the book, she said, "I found a series of lost dark spells in the caves under Nevermore Academy long ago. They tell of how to create a doorway to hell." Then Enid stood up as she said, "Hold on. You mean we've had the master key to getting into the underworld all this time!?"

Wednesday calmly looked at Enid and Harmony while saying, "Not a master key. More like a temporary key. This spell can create a two way door to hell... but it can only work one time in a century, and it can only remain open for 24 hours once opened. After that time is up... anyone still in hell remains there forever. I had indeed kept this book secret, and vowed to myself that I was only going to use it if... if my wife died before I did." Enid looked astonished as she said, "Wednesday... I... I had no idea." Wednesday took a deep breath, and then said, "However... I have decided to sacrifice my own desires for that of my daughter's." Harmony looked amazed as she said, "Mother... after everything I just did to you... I don't know what to say." Wednesday then looked directly at Harmony as she said, "There's nothing to say. The desire to save those an Addams deeply cares for is strong... and you also proved to me today that you're willing to cross any line to save your fiance... which is a skill you'll need when we venture into the underworld."

A confused Harmony then said, "Hold on. We? You're going to hell to help me save Megan?" Wednesday then casually said, "Of course. No one ventures into Satin's domain alone. The two of us will depart in fifteen minutes." Then Enid quickly said, "You mean the three of us. I'm coming with you both as well." Wednesday looked directly at Enid as she said, "Enid, there is no telling what forces we will encounter in the underworld. If we get trapped and are unable to escape once our 24 hours are up..." Enid interrupted Wednesday as she said, "Then I'll be trapped with you. It's you and me forever Wens wherever we end up. We're going together." Wednesday sighed, took a deep breath... and then said, "I could argue with you... but I suppose... to hell with it."

***

Wednesday and Harmony walked into the living room of their home wearing black dresses. Enid meanwhile also walked into the room wearing a black t-shirt and pants while holding her phone in front of her. As Enid was having a video call with Ana, Enid said, "Look Ana... we have to do this, so if I never see you again... just know I love you." On the other end of the call, Ana looked at her screen as she said, "Look, I'll be home in just an hour. I'm willing to come help you all. If Megan can be saved from hell, I'm all in." Wednesday then brought her face in front of Enid's phone as she said, "No Ana. When someone is first sent into hell, it's easier to find them. But the more time passes, the more difficult it will be. So we must go immediately. Regardless, I need someone in town that's of my bloodline just in case. Do you still have that crystal ball your grandparents gave you on your birthday?" Ana nodded her head as she said, "Of course. It's the only way I can call them, since they never answer the phone." Wednesday looked intently at Ana as she said, "Good. Listen carefully. As long as the portal to the underworld remains open, that crystal ball can allow you to stay in contact with us via psychic connection. As long as you keep the crystal ball near you, all that one of us will have to do is concentrate to communicate with one another. But most importantly, if something happens to us, we'll be able to contact you... and ask you to close the portal."

A confused Ana then asked, "Close the portal? I thought you said it would just close on it's own after 24 hours." Wednesday nodded her head as she said, "Yes, but... I'm going to try to open the portal to a corner of hell that is inconspicuous. However if the demons and denizens of the underworld discover a portal is open in their domain before we're done... they will all run through it, and it will be literal hell on Earth. So if we believe the portal's location is compromised... we will tell you to close the portal. Just recite the spell I'm leaving on the dining room table." Ana looked a bit worried as she said, "I... I'll only do it as a last resort. However I'm going to do a little digging around town before I head back home. There's something really strange about how Megan died, and I want to figure out if there was something bigger behind it." Wednesday nodded her head as she said, "Contact us if you find anything. But stay close to home at all times just in case." Ana nodded her head as she said, "You got it." Then Wednesday looked intently at Ana's eyes as she said, "Before we go Ana, I... I just want you to know that... I have always felt deep fondness for you." Ana smirked as she said, "I love you too mother." Then the video call ended.

Wednesday, Enid, and Harmony then stood together as Wednesday held out her old book and began to recite an enchantment spell in an ancient language. As soon as Wednesday finished reciting the enchantment, a dark orange portal appeared before the three. Enid pressed a button on her watch as she said, "Timer on my watch is set. 24 hours to go." As Wednesday glared at the portal, she simply said to her wife and daughter: "We are about to enter a realm where divine intervention has no jurisdiction, and pain and agony reign supreme. Your very perceptions of the reality surrounding you will constantly shift between the images of complete darkness, deep caverns, ancient castles, a realm of fire, and several types of images that go beyond the realm of comprehension. You will also hear many sounds that will concern and confuse you. However never focus on what is around you. Focus only on what is in front of you, and what you plan to accomplish." Harmony then crossed her arms as she said, "All I want to accomplish is saving the woman who will become my wife." Then Wednesday, Enid, and Harmony immediately stepped through the portal.

***

In a flash: Wednesday Addams walked into the dark realm of hell... followed shortly after by Enid and Harmony. Harmony tried to look at the details in the surroundings of the underworld around her as she began to hear faraway screams in every direction. However after a moment of looking overwhelmed, Harmony closed her eyes... and then looked forward as she said, "No. I have to concentrate on the mission." A curious Enid then asked, "So how do we plan to find Megan?" Wednesday then handed Enid a compass as she said, "With this enchanted compass. It's meant to point one in the direction of an individual close to their heart that resides in this domain." Then suddenly the three heard a mysterious voice loudly whisper, "Leave mortal women!" The three women turned their heads and saw an old woman in a dark robe walk towards them. A concerned Harmony then asked, "Who is that? The Grim Reaper!?" The old woman then yelled, "I am the Gate Keeper of Hell, and you three mortals have not entered this realm the way mortality demanded. Leave now before..."

Then Wednesday suddenly took out a gold talisman that began to glow. The old Gate Keeper fell to the ground screaming in pain. As Wednesday walked towards the Gate Keeper, she said, "This is a talisman blessed by 30 holy men, including the Pope himself. This trinket representing the light of God must cause you quite some pain in this domain." The old Gate Keeper screamed in pain as she said, "Take it away! Take it away!" Then Wednesday bent down as she said, "Only if you show me to where people who have recently come through the gates of hell are. Do we have an agreement?" The Gate Keeper nodded her head as she said, "Yes. I agree." Wednesday put the gold talisman in her pocket, and then turned to look at Enid and Harmony as she said, "You two follow the compass. I will follow this Gate Keeper. With any luck we will wind up in the same place. We will contact Ana when either of us has found Megan. Understood?" Enid and Harmony nodded their heads, and then began to walk forward while Enid looked at the compass. Wednesday meanwhile glared at the old Gate Keeper as she said, "Lead the way Gate Keeper." The old woman smiled as she began to slowly walk forward, while Wednesday followed her.

***

Ana stood on a sidewalk, as she looked at a street crossing in front of her. Ana took out her phone and zoomed in on a piece of the road. As Ana looked carefully, she said to herself, "Hmm... It's weird. One would expect to see skid marks going all across the road... but I only see one small weird mark right near that man hole cover... which isn't sitting in the same place it is in it's recent Google Maps image. So I wonder..." Then Ana opened up a nearby man hole cover in the sidewalk, and then crawled down into the sewers. As Ana walked over and put herself right beneath the man hole cover in the street, she saw small tire marks on the muddy ground of the sewer. A confused Ana then said, "Tire tracks... in a sewer? Okay, this is too weird of a coincidence. Well... at least the person that made these tracks didn't cover them... which means I get to follow them."

***

In the realm of hell: Enid and Harmony were walking forward while Enid followed the direction of the compass in her hand. As the two walked together, Harmony reluctantly said, "Mom... I... I'm sorry again... for hurting you earlier. I... I don't know what came over me." Enid glanced at Harmony as she said, "Harmony, I told you. I'm your mother and I'll always forgive you. Besides... you're also the daughter of Wednesday Addams. With her genes in you, I was honestly expecting you to torture me a long time ago." Then Enid suddenly stopped when she realized the needle in the compass was spinning. As Enid looked confused, she said, "The compass is spinning. Does that mean we reached our destination?" A wide eyed Harmony then yelled, "Megan, are you here!? Megan!" Then suddenly Enid noticed a shadowy figure rushing past the corner of her eye. Enid suddenly looked worried as she said, "Harmony... I think someone else is here."

Suddenly from the dark corner of the area they were in, a large black werewolf appeared and ran towards the two women. The black werewolf then howled loudly into the air, and then glared at Enid. A confused Harmony then asked, "What's going on?" Then with worry in her face, Enid said, "I... I think I shouldn't have been the one holding that compass. Your mother said that compass was meant to point us in the direction of an individual close to our hearts that is here... and it did... for me anyway." The black werewolf then opened it's mouth, and with a gravely female voice said, "So... the pathetic little runt that should've been put out of her misery long ago has finally made her way here." A confused Harmony looked at Enid as she said, "Mom... who is this?" As a worried Enid glanced at her daughter, she said, "Harmony... this is my maternal grandmother."

***

In another area of hell, Wednesday was being led by the old Gate Keeper down a long path. As Wednesday kept her eyes focused forward, she said, "Are you certain this path shall take us to the newest denizens of hell?" The old Gate Keeper then said, "It is the most direct path... but it can be quite dangerous. The denizens that have been in this realm for quite some time always enjoy targeting newcomers when they first..." Suddenly the old Gate Keeper stopped moving and talking. A confused Wednesday then asked, "What's going on?" Then suddenly the old Gate Keeper found herself being levitated into the air... and was then thrown to the ground. Wednesday tried to walk towards the old Gate Keeper... but then suddenly found her own body stop moving (except for head)... just as she heard a young male voice say, "Oh, I have been waiting for this day my whole afterlife." Recognizing the voice, Wednesday's eyes widened as she immediately said, "Rowan?" Then walking in front of Wednesday, was a teenage boy in a Nevermore Academy uniform wearing glasses. The teenage boy: Rowan - took out of his pocket an inhaler, breathed into the inhaler briefly, put the inhaler back into his pocket, then smiled as he said, "After all these years... finally I get to see you rot in hell Wednesday Addams!"

***

Ana was walking through the sewers as she saw the tire tracks she was following stop at a ladder. Ana stopped for a moment, breathed in deeply, and then began to climb up the ladder. Once she reached the top, Ana found a large door was above her. Ana pushed the door open, and then found herself in a closet. Ana slowly opened the door to the closet... and saw she was in a morgue. Seeing no one was in the morgue but several dead bodies (covered in white sheets), a slightly worried Ana said, "Okay. This is really creepy... but it also can't be a coincidence that my investigation of a death led me to a morgue." Suddenly a man in his 40's walked into the room as he said, "You! What are you doing here in my morgue!? Explain yourself!?" Then Ana glared at the man as she said, "Maybe you can explain why you got a hidden entrance to the sewers in your closet, and why I found ATV tire tracks between here and a recent death in town." The man suddenly looked scared as he tried to run away. Ana quickly ran after the man, instantly took out a taser, and then Ana used the taser to shock the man. The man screamed in pain as he fell to the ground. Ana then put one foot on top of the man as she yelled, "Talk! Or I am using my little toy on your head!" The man looked terrified as he said, "Please! I only did it because the voice told me to! They said if I did as they instructed, they would let me talk to my wife. She died ten years ago, and I'd do anything to hear her voice again!" A curious Ana then asked, "What voice?" The man looked up at Ana with a terrified face as he said, "The voice from hell!"

***

Enid and Harmony stood before Enid's grandmother in hell. A worried and confused Harmony then looked at Enid as she asked, "Mom, if this your grandmother... why do you look worried?" Enid's grandmother looked down at Enid as she proclaimed, "She's worried because she's the weakest of anyone in our entire family tree. Do you not even know girl the rich history of your family!? The Sinclair clan and it's allied packs have roots that go back to the oldest werewolves in all of history. Your ancestors which originated in Scotland were renowned for being the strongest werewolves in the world! It was the highest honor when my only daughter was allowed to join the Sinclair Family, and create many children within it; for no werewolf in history with the Sinclair name has ever been weak... until the day you came along Enid!" Enid then looked down with shame, as a still confused Harmony asked, "Mom, what the heck is she talking about?" With a sad look in her eyes, Enid said, "I... I was born premature. I was very small and... obviously very weak. I mean I obviously survived, but... the doctors told my mom that any child with werewolf DNA that is born premature... has a very high chance of never wolfing out or being very strong."

Then Enid's grandmother looked at Enid with anger as she yelled, "You were a disgrace to our entire pack! You were a disgrace to my clan, and the entire Sinclair clan and name! I told Esther to do away with you the day you were born... and yet she refused, and thus brought disgrace to herself! Look at you Enid. You chose to live the life of a happy living Barbie doll playing House instead of being a true werewolf! You are the ultimate disappointment!" Then Enid's face became filled with incredible anger as she screamed, "You wanna see a true werewolf!?" Then Enid suddenly wolfed out, and jumped into the air in her werewolf form while screaming. Enid tried to hit her grandmother with her claws, but Enid's grandmother easily punched Enid hard to the ground. Harmony then wolfed out as well, and then also tried to attack her great-grandmother. However the old werewolf easily punched Harmony to the ground as well. Enid's grandmother looked down at Enid and Harmony while saying, "You and your half-breed daughter are a disappointment to all werewolves Enid. Now... prepare yourself for eternal torture!"

***

As Wednesday was being held up in the air, a smiling Rowan said, "You're the reason I was sent to hell Wednesday... and now it's time for you to get what you've always deserved!" Wednesday glared at Rowan as she said, "Rowan, perhaps the fumes of hell's furnace have gotten to your head; because your memory is obviously faulty. Tyler in his Hyde form killed you. I had no intention to hurt you. It was you that had every intention to harm me!" Then an angry Rowan yelled, "I was removing a dangerous element from Nevermore Academy! If you hadn't shown up, I wouldn't have tried to kill you, and then Tyler wouldn't have tried to kill me! It's all your fault I died Wednesday! Now prepare yourself for the eternal torture you so deserve!" Then Wednesday slowly began to regain control of her right hand as she said, "On the contrary... prepare for yours!"

Then Wednesday grabbed a dagger from her pocket, and immediately threw it at Rowan. Rowan was immediately stabbed in the heart as he screamed in pain. Wednesday completely regained control of her body as she landed on the ground while saying, "I had many enemies on Earth Rowan, but you weren't one of them. You were paranoid, miserable, and had thoughts of homicide always dwelling on your mind. The two of us could have been great friends... but instead you made us enemies; so now... I must treat you as such!" Then Wednesday immediately grabbed a stabbed Rowan, dragged him over to a nearby steep cliff... and then threw him down. Rowan screamed nonstop until his voice couldn't be heard anymore. Wednesday simply kept a calm expression on her face as she said, "No sound of him hitting the bottom. The cliffs of hell are just as steep as legend says."

Wednesday then walked over to the old Gate Keeper that was laying on the ground. As Wednesday helped the old woman up, she said, "Was this part of a plan of yours that went sideways? Were you hoping I would get attacked!?" The old Gate Keeper looked at Wednesday as she said, "This is hell little lady! You get attacked on any path you walk on. Come. Let me show you to the processing center." Then the Gate Keeper slowly led Wednesday into an old castle like building.

***

In the town morgue, Ana stood over the man in his 40's as he began to cry. As the man turned his head away from Ana, he said, "A voice from hell came to me at night constantly whispering in my mind. At first I thought I was going mad... until the person from hell let me hear my wife's voice, and said I could only talk to her if I did their bidding." A glaring Ana then asked, "What bidding!? What did you do!?" The man slowly stood up as he said, "It was incredibly complicated. It took months of preparation... but I succeeded. Everyone seemed fooled... but now my sins have caught up with me." Then Ana suddenly heard a faint voice in another room yell, "Let me out! Someone let me out! This crazy guy has kidnapped me!" Ana began to look worried as she said, "You kidnapped somebody!? What kind of dude who runs a morgue kidnaps and kills people!?" As tears appeared in his eyes, the man said, "I didn't murder anybody. I just did cosmetic surgery on another body I had here to fool everyone. Look!" Then the man pulled a white sheet off the head of a dead body showing the face of Megan. However the man began to pull the skin off the face... and showed that Megan's face was just a mask covering the face of a different dead young woman. Ana's eyes widened as she said, "What the hell!?"

***

In large arena like space in hell, large crowds of demons and denizens of hell gathered in stadium like seating. Enid's grandmother (still in her werewolf form) stood at the center of the arena as she yelled, "Who is ready to be entertained!?" The large crowd screamed loudly. An older man was then throw into the arena as he sadly yelled, "Please, don't do this! I repent! Oh God, save me!" Enid's grandmother smiled as she said, "The God you think of doesn't exist in this domain. The only Gods here are those mighty in strength." Then suddenly several reptilian demon monsters ran into the arena. The old man screamed as the reptile demons jumped at his body, and began to tear him apart.

Meanwhile in a nearby cage looking out at the arena: Enid (in a black robe) and Harmony sat. Harmony watched the violence with shock as she said, "That man is being killed... yet he keeps screaming, and... oh God. His head his been removed... and he keeps screaming." Enid looked disturbed as she said, "Apparently in this domain you continue to live no matter how much pain and loss of body parts you've experienced. Uggh. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to save us Harmony. I... I'm sorry I wasn't a strong enough werewolf for you." Harmony then looked at Enid as she said, "Mom, you can't measure yourself based on the standards created by extremist werewolves. You are one of the strongest people I know. Don't worry. We can take on any of these creatures my great grandmother throws at us." Enid looked at Harmony with a worried face as she said, "No. I'll take them on. As soon as we're let out of these cages, you run Harmony. Just get away from here as quick as possible. I'll hold off these creatures as long as I can." A worried Harmony then said, "But mom..." Then Enid angerly yelled, "Do as I say Harmony. I can't call myself your mom if I don't do everything I can to save you!"

A moment later, the cage door opened and two werewolves pushed Enid and Harmony into the middle of the stadium. Several large lizard monsters walked into the arena, as Enid's grandmother screamed to the crowd, "My underworld family, prepare to rejoice in further bloodshed! For now, you shall watch as my very descendants who turned against the ways of the pure werewolf, die in battle. Now... tear them apart my champions!" The large lizard monsters then began to walk towards Enid and Harmony. Enid then turned to look right at Harmony as she said, "Harmony... I love you so much." Then Enid immediately wolfed out into her werewolf form, grabbed Harmony, spun around fast, and then threw Harmony at full strength, sending Harmony flying far away from the large arena. Enid's grandmother angerly looked at some skinny lizard monsters as she yelled, "Go find the girl! As for my granddaughter... tear her apart the way my daughter should have done years ago!" Enid then held her werewolf claws out as she screamed, "Bring it on!" Enid then began to punch, kick, and ram her claws into any creature that came at her.

Meanwhile Harmony (who had landed far away) looked back at the arena. Harmony paused for a moment as she had tears in her eyes, and then began to run as fast as she could. But then suddenly Enid and Harmony felt their minds invaded by Ana's voice as she said, "Everyone, listen! Can you hear me!?" As a confused Enid continued to battle the creatures surrounding her, she said, "Ana? Is that you?" Ana's voice then continued to speak in Enid and Harmony's minds as she said, "Yeah. I kept my crystal ball on me, and I'm using it to contact you all. Listen, I did some investigating and discovered something. I encountered this insane guy who runs the town morgue. It turns out during Megan's accident where she got hit: this guy actually opened up a man hole cover that was on the crosswalk, and had Megan fall through it just a second before that truck would've hit her. Then the guy quickly replaced Megan's body with a look alike body that he cosmetically altered to look like Megan; all before anyone could notice. And obviously the coroner wouldn't have reported the body wasn't Megan's, because the coroner is the guy who set this all up." As a wide eyed Harmony kept running, she said, "Wait. If the body I saw wasn't Megan... then what happened to her?"

***

While holding a crystal ball in her left hand: Ana burst open a door to another closet in the morgue. Then as she walked into the closet, Ana saw in front of her... was a tied up Megan. Megan looked relieved as she said, "Oh God Ana, am I so glad to see you! This crazy psycho has had me kidnapped here for like an entire day!" Ana quickly rushed over to Megan, untied her, and then hugged her while saying, "My God, we thought you were dead!" A confused Megan then said, "What!? It's been like a day. Why would you think that!?" Then as Ana looked straight at Megan, she said, "Because that guy faked your death complete with a dead body he altered to look like you. Don't worry though. The cops are here, and they're in the middle of arresting him." A horrified Megan then asked, "What!? Why would a sicko think up some crazy scheme like that!?" Then Ana's eyes suddenly widened as she said, "Hold on. He didn't think it up... a voice from hell came up with the entire plan. That's what he told me anyway." A confused Megan then asked, "Why would someone from hell tell some crazy guy to fake my death?" A worried Ana looked away as she said, "Because if we thought you were in hell: most of our family would go to hell looking for you. In fact, knowing Harmony and mother they'd probably never leave hell until they found you, and... Oh God!" Then Ana held her crystal ball in front of her as she yelled, "Everyone, it's a trap!"

***

Wednesday was walking through into an old castle in hell as she was following the old Gate Keeper. As Wednesday walked, she heard Ana's voice in her head say, "Megan is thankfully alive; but they only kept her alive in secret here so you'd all look high and low for her in the underworld. Someone down there set this all up to bring you all to hell, and keep you there for as long as possible!" Then in her mind: Wednesday could hear Harmony say, "My God! I thought Megan was trapped here... and now we are!" Then Wednesday turned her head away from the old Gate Keeper as she whispered, "Do you have any idea which person in hell set this up?" Then Wednesday heard Ana's voice say, "No... but I would guess it be someone who was expecting you to come to hell. Was there anyone in the underworld who just happened to encounter you after you first went through the portal?"

Then Wednesday saw from the corner of her eye: the old Gate Keeper take out a sword. Wednesday's eyes then widened as she said, "My God. This is the moment I foresaw." Then Wednesday turned around and saw the Gate Keeper run at her with a sword out. Wednesday immediately pulled out her own sword (which she had concealed behind her back), and tried to block the Gate Keeper's sword with her own. Wednesday and the Gate Keeper tried to hit the other with their respective swords, as several swings and clashes were made. However at one point, the two found their strength evenly matched as they pushed their swords up against one another. Then the Gate Keeper moved one of their feet and kicked Wednesday to the ground. As Wednesday looked up at the Gate Keeper, the Gate Keeper pulled a hood over her head while saying, "How does it feel Wednesday Addams... to finally be completely defeated by the last person you ever expected to overpower you!?" Wednesday then glared at the figure as she said, "Who are you?"

As the Gate Keeper kept their face concealed from Wednesday's view, she said, "You know it wasn't easy to pull this off Wednesday. I tried using my influence here in hell to kill you so many times. I sent multiples demons to attack you. I even influenced that one siren woman to ruin your life; including the rest of the world with it. But eventually I realized... the only one that could send Wednesday Addams to hell was herself. So I set up that ever so complicated scheme to get you down here. Luckily I found a way to influence your visions for the last few years now, which included reducing any helpful replays of the past that you and your family could get; to prevent you from getting any hints onto who the true master planner behind all this was." Wednesday began to look much more irritated as she slowly stood up, held her sword out, and then once again said, "Who are you!?" The Gate Keeper (still keeping her face concealed under her hood), then pulled off their face (showing it had been a mask this whole time). The Gate Keeper threw their old woman mask to the ground, and then said, "You know I can't believe I fooled you again Wednesday. I mean I even got lazy this time and put my identity right in the name I gave you. The... Gate... Keeper."

Wednesday's eyes suddenly widened... and with fear on her face, Wednesday said, "No... it can't be!" Then the Gate Keeper took off their hood, revealing themselves to be a middle aged woman with red hair and glasses, along with horns on her head, and a big smile on her face as she said, "What? Aren't you going to say: It's nice to see you again Miss Thornhill. Or would you rather just say... hello Laurel." Wednesday began to breath heavily as she said, "Laurel Gates... how did you..." Then the demon woman: Laurel Gates ran at Wednesday with her sword out. With anger in her face, Wednesday blocked Laurel Gates' sword with her own. As Wednesday and Laurel pushed their swords against one another, a smiling Laurel said, "You ruined my life and my family! But now finally the tables have turned! Prepare yourself Wednesday... to be tortured in hell for all eternity... by me!"

TO BE CONTINUED...

*First and Final Picture by: @emeriart

*All Other Pictures by: @annietheartsyartist (made partially with AI)